Rise From Eight Hundred

This is really unpleasant!

Tang Dao was lying in the field 400 meters away from this deserted village, watching the Japanese army of up to 20 people disappear into the darkness.

Because the Japanese army was attacking, and this was a place that the Japanese army had to pass through, the villagers had already packed up and were forced to leave their homes, either hiding in the countryside farther away on both sides, or fleeing to Guangde and Wuhu. Most of the living things in the village might only be chickens, ducks and mice that were not collected in time.

This place is about five kilometers away from the front line. The Japanese army was able to reach here and avoid the right wing defense line. Obviously, they had to detour at least 17 or 18 kilometers. After running all night and marching during the day, their physical strength should have been exhausted to the extreme.

If they were allowed to rest here for two hours before being dealt with, I don’t know what price they would have to pay.

Tang Dao, who was wearing a camouflage coat woven with dry grass, looked coldly at the blurred figures of the Japanese army in the dawn light and completely disappeared into the village through the telescope, and blew a light whistle to his side.

A pile of weeds slowly crawled towards this side. Two minutes later, Xia Dayu's somewhat nervous face appeared behind the weeds. "Sir, should we go and inform the second company commander now? Let me go. I can run faster than Erya."

Just seeing Xia Dayu still maintain a cautious attitude when hearing Tang Dao's whistle, we know that he is much stronger than the previous boy's recklessness. Tang Dao is obviously very satisfied with the growth of this little signalman who has been following him.

"No matter how fast you run, how can you catch your breath faster than the Japanese?" Tang Dao shook his head. "If I'm not mistaken, the Japanese will not stay in this village for a long time. The village is too obvious. They will leave at most after resting until dawn. When you call Li Jiujin and others to come, they will probably run away."

"What should I do?" Xia Dayu's face was anxious.

20 Japanese soldiers are not many, but not few. They can't beat them with just the three of them, or more precisely, with Tang Dao alone. But if Xia Dayu just watched them leave, he would never be willing to do so.

His Uncle Crow was besieged by such a small group of Japanese soldiers. In the end, he had to jump off the pagoda to protect him. Originally, they only needed to hold on for another five minutes, and both of them could survive.

For Xia Dayu, he dreamed of Uncle Crow being torn to pieces countless nights, and when he woke up, his face was full of tears. How could he be willing to watch the Japanese leave so arrogantly?

"What should I do? Kill them? This is right in my line of fire. I have to kill them!" Tang Dao grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Sir, before leaving, Deputy Battalion Commander Guo, Chief of Staff Zhuang, and the company commanders all said that you can kill the Japanese, but you can't fight the majority with a small number as before." Erya, who also quietly crawled over from the other side, was immediately anxious.

"Are you going to listen to them or me?" Tang Dao's face sank. "We can't fight with fewer troops. Didn't we fight with fewer troops that time? According to what they said, we can't even play! Just clean your neck and wait for the Japanese to kill you."

"But you agreed at that time." Erya was unable to refute what Tang Dao said, but she always felt that something was wrong and could only make a final resistance.

"The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly. You two, follow my command in all actions." Tang Dao's face was stern, which was considered to have set the tone.

After Tang Dao said this, Erya and Xia Dayu, the two signalmen, naturally had no room for resistance and could only nod.

"You two, each on one side, guard the east and west of the village. No matter what happens in the village, you don't have to care. But if someone wants to escape from the direction you are guarding, immediately use a Mauser pistol to shoot. You don't need to shoot very accurately, just beat the devils back. Everyone, take care of yourself." Tang Dao picked up the bayonet, drew a simple map on the ground, and arranged the battle positions for the two signalmen.

The two nodded, and a burst of tension appeared on their faces.

Although both of them have participated in many battles, they basically had people around them. For them, facing the Japanese army that might rush over alone, like now, it is the first time in history. It is impossible for them not to be nervous.

"You two don't have to be too nervous. The situation I mentioned is just if. With the stubborn personality of the Japanese, if they know that there is only one enemy, they are unlikely to escape." Tang Dao felt the tension of the two and smiled faintly. "Besides, Gu Xishui and Niu Er are 1.5 kilometers away. If they hear the gunshots here, they will rush to support within five minutes."

"Yes!" Erya and Xia Dayu both nodded gently, indicating that they would stick to their positions.

"Okay, each of us act!" Tang Dao waved his hand, bowed, and prepared to set off.

"Sir"

Tang Dao turned his head and looked behind him. It was Erya's sparkling eyes.

"Reporter Tantai is still waiting for you at the station. Be careful." Erya's voice was very light.

"I know!" Tang Dao smiled slightly, turned his back, bent down, and trotted all the way, disappearing into the increasingly dim night.

As a communications soldier, he was good at everything and was very organized. He carried all the information Tang Dao needed with him and never missed anything. He even managed Tang Dao's life in an orderly manner, allowing him to devote himself to combat. He was just a little too emotional.

With such a personality, Gu/span\u003e would not be suitable to be the chief officer of a front-line combat unit when he grows up. He could still be an instructor in charge of ideology or the chief officer of a technical department.

Xia Dayu, on the other hand, although he is still young, has shown enough potential in combat.

Tang Dao did not teach him deliberately, but he could learn to make a camouflage suit by himself. If you don't get close to five meters, it is impossible to find the human body hidden in the dry grass.

Even the movement after hearing Tang Dao's command was cautious. Even if there were Japanese soldiers staring at this side, they would not find any clues.

Perhaps even Tang Dao himself did not realize that when he began to consider the future development of the people around him, he was no longer the special commander with only a dozen people in the future. He had completely integrated into this era and his current role as an army colonel.

Tang Dao is not a saint, and he has never thought about being a saint. If he does not consider the future of his brothers who have been with him through life and death, whoever he wants can be a saint.

In the final analysis, Tang Dao is just an ordinary person with enough battlefield experience and a strong national sentiment.

But, isn't this world made up of ordinary people? Just like those digital characters who disappeared in the war, they died and were forgotten, but will they regret it?

No one knows! But undoubtedly, when they chose to die, ordinary people like them were great.

Tang Dao, choose to be a part of such ordinary people.

So, even though he knew that there were 20 Japanese soldiers in the village and it would be extremely difficult for him to deal with them alone, he still did it.

If he didn't do this, one of his brothers would die.

Assassinating the Japanese soldiers hiding in the village is much easier than chasing them in the wilderness...

Private First Class Kuroki Rokuro is very sad at this moment.

A day ago, he had learned that three fellow villagers who joined the army with him had died in the war. There were a total of four people in the whole mountain village, and now he is the only one left.

From then on, no one would drink sake with him, blushing and arguing about who is the most beautiful woman in the village, and no one would sing songs with him to recall the beauty of the cherry tree at the entrance of the village when its petals fell in spring.

When he boarded the ship to go home, there would be three small wooden boxes hanging on his chest! How would he face those three mothers? Whenever he thought of this, Kuroki Rokuro's heart was about to break.

So, when he learned that he was selected as a member of the reconnaissance team, Kuroki Taro was not afraid at all. For him who was in deep sorrow, death was not that scary.

What was scary was the loneliness after losing his fellow villagers.

After entering this ordinary Chinese village where no living person was found after searching door to door, although they needed to stay in stealth mode and could not light a warm bonfire to dispel the cold of the winter night, Lieutenant Miyamoto, who led the team, was very considerate and arranged for people to light a fire in the simple kitchen of the Chinese, and heated up the cold rice balls for 20 people to give everyone a warm breakfast.

After all, it was still before dawn, and the thin smoke would not be discovered through the chimney.

Kuroki Taro was the person responsible for making fire and heating rice. Others either deployed defenses according to the terrain of the village or took time to rest. They had to leave the village before dawn.

Kuroki Taro mechanically added firewood to the stove, his mind still immersed in sorrow.

Until the sound of "gurgling" sounded, reminding Private First Class Kuroki Taro, who was a little blinded by the smoke, that the water had boiled.

"Murakami-kun!" Kuroki Taro turned his head to greet his fellow private leaning against the door.

"Hmm?" Murakami Toshiki answered him in a low voice, and his face looked a little hideous in the thin smoke.

In Kuroki Taro's opinion, his eyes were indeed a little too wide.