Rise From Eight Hundred

Yes! The night will eventually pass, and light is destined to come.

Tang Dao fired.

"Bang!" A shot accurately hit the fat buttocks of the guy who was twisting his buttocks wildly and rubbing the shit on the ground.

In the morning glow, a blood flower bloomed on the fat buttocks of the Japanese army, and the bright color seemed to be dyed by the morning glow.

The Japanese army's miserable howling like a pig being slaughtered sounded in the wilderness.

There is no need to listen to his heart-wrenching howling, just the sudden blooming blood flower can make people think how painful it would be.

However, a trace of a grim smile appeared on Araki Tomohiro's face.

Without waiting for his order, the two rifles fired together, and the bullets fell on the position where Tang Dao had just fired a shot. If Tang Dao had not pulled the trigger and turned over and left, at least one bullet would have hit him.

The two Japanese soldiers had been waiting for him for a long time.

However, the most deadly thing may not be the two Japanese infantrymen, but the Japanese grenade thrower who had been staying at the angle.

The figure of Tang Dao rolling and jumping towards a low wall was still flashing in the distance. The Japanese grenade thrower had already pointed the muzzle at him and took out a grenade from his bag.

Tang Dao dodged the bullets very quickly, like a frightened wild cat, but no matter how fast he was, he could not avoid the three consecutive grenades. The Japanese grenade thrower who had killed a Chinese heavy machine gun firepower point with two rapid shots at a distance of more than 400 meters had this confidence.

Yes, although the 10 Japanese soldiers seemed to aim their light machine guns and several rifles at Erya under the ridge, in fact, most of their attention was on Tang Dao, the terrifying black hand still hiding in the village.

Erya's burst of bullets was very fierce, but it also exposed his status as the only one, and his combat effectiveness was just so-so, otherwise, the Japanese soldiers who were trotting with their waists bent would never have only one person shot in the arm.

The three infantrymen kept approaching at high speed, but Araki Tomohiro put pressure on Tang Dao who was still hiding in the village, forcing him to shoot to support this side, otherwise, they would not only escape, but also kill his comrades.

Araki Tomohiro even thought that if the enemy behind him was cruel enough not to shoot to support, he would definitely use the rifle stained with the flesh and blood of his colleagues to pierce the opponent's body, no, body, while he was still alive, standing on the Chinese land, like a scarecrow that could make a sound by itself.

He would fight back in a way that was ten thousand times more brutal than the Chinese.

However, the Chinese were strong, but not cruel enough, so he shot.

His position had been exposed.

Not only were the two infantrymen who were ready to fight constantly chasing him and shooting, but Araki Tomohiro's killer mace that he had arranged long ago would send him to what the Chinese called the Hades' Palace in two seconds.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

A gunshot, followed by a deafening explosion.

The fire and smoke six or seven meters away froze the face of the Japanese Army lieutenant who had just smiled.

Even the few drops of slightly fishy and warm liquid dripping from his lips could not melt it.

That was blood.

Blood heated by the high temperature formed by the energy of explosives.

The explosion of a grenade with a power comparable to that of a hand grenade, even if the grenade thrower who was close at hand was not torn into pieces, it would be no problem to blow him into a sieve.

But Araki Tomohiro didn't understand why the grenade, which was always of good quality, would explode at this critical moment?

Did Amaterasu also give up the people of the empire?

Perhaps only the Tang sword sixty meters away could answer him. Amaterasu, the old rogue, was a jerk, but this time it was really not the rogue's fault.

That was Niu Er's shooting, which was accurate enough.

Yes, Niu Er, Gu Xishui and others had arrived.

The distance of 1,500 meters was far enough, but for a special operations team that was running all the way, it was enough to reach 300 meters outside the village in five minutes.

In fact, they might have arrived when the Japanese squad walked out of the village.

However, the sight was still too poor. Even Niu Er could not kill the light machine gunner and grenade thrower who posed the greatest threat to everyone.

So, he was waiting for an opportunity.

Waiting for the sky to get brighter, waiting for the Japanese grenade thrower to show up.

This is a real sniper. The first one to be killed must be the prey that poses the greatest threat to oneself, not necessarily the most valuable.

The premise of wanting to kill more enemies is that you must survive first.

Because of the shooting angle, the Japanese grenade thrower surrounded by the ridges on both sides showed a dark shadow in Niu Er's sight, and the light of the morning glow shone on the grenade that was held in his hand and was about to be thrown into the grenade thrower.

So, Niu Er seized the moment in his vision.

The bullet hit the upper edge of the grenade, and the huge impact caused the grenade to explode, blowing the entire arm of the Japanese grenade thrower who was concentrating on aiming at the enemy into pieces. The shock wave generated by the explosion broke his head and neck. The face that was blown into a honeycomb was actually facing downwards, just the opposite of his chest facing upwards.

Niu Er's progress was so fast that even Tang Dao felt dumbfounded.

He even suspected that if Niu Er was given a modern sniper rifle, Niu Er might become the single soldier who posed the greatest threat to him in this era.

The accidental death of the Japanese grenade thrower made the continuous gunfire of the Japanese army stagnate. Before Araki Tomohiro could wake up from the sadness of being abandoned by Amaterasu, two muffled sounds came.

Two balls of fire exploded around the Japanese light machine gunner.

The light machine gunner didn't even have time to grab the light machine gun, and he rolled and crawled to hide in another place on the ridge of the field.

"It's the Chinese reinforcements! Retreat!" Araki Tomohiro finally cleared his mind.

What kind of self-explosion was there? It turned out that the Chinese used guns to blow up the grenades that had not been fired yet.

No matter how many Chinese came, Araki Tomohiro wisely lost the heart to continue to entangle, and now he just wanted to leave here.

The reason is very simple, he can't beat them.

This may be the most rational judgment made by the Japanese Army Lieutenant after being attacked in a small village in China.

However, it was too late.

Just as several Japanese infantrymen crawled to the distance and tried to leave, "Da Da Da Da!" A series of bullets swept over at a terrifying speed.

Continuous short bursts.

That was really desperate.

For several Japanese infantrymen crawling in the field.

Bullets kept hitting the ground only five or six meters away from them, and dust splashed.

But they knew that it was not that the Chinese were not good at shooting, but that he was testing to adjust the trajectory.

When the other machine gunner finished the test shooting and calibration, it would be their doom.

Finally, at the moment when the slightly dull sound of the machine gun began to roar continuously and the visible bullet marks approached him along the ground, a Japanese soldier could not help but jump up and run to a dozen meters away, where there was a ridge that could be used as a temporary trench.

"Bang!" A gunshot.

The Japanese infantry fell down unwillingly.

It was like fishing in a stream. Heizi's machine gun was just the one who stirred up the water upstream, and Niu Er and Gu Xishui's guns were the nets waiting to harvest the fish downstream.

But there were no Japanese soldiers who jumped up!

The bullet stream that was sweeping over would not really not come to the stone just because they were as stiff as a stone.

From the moment this Japanese squad lost the grenade launcher, it was destined to be a massacre, a massacre without any resistance.

The extremely accurate shooting skills of the Japanese infantry were useless in this wilderness.

A group of four special operations team led by Gu Xishui hid behind natural bunkers. They could shoot at the Japanese soldiers exposed to the field of vision without restraint, but the Japanese soldiers could do nothing and had to constantly change positions.

If they did not change positions, they would be sent to see Amaterasu by the grenades falling from the sky.

What was even more terrible was that this time, they were in the middle, with wolves in front and tigers behind.

If they were not careful, they would either be shot down by bullets from the front or shot by the enemy holding a large-caliber pistol behind.

History has proved countless times that passive defense will eventually be broken.

Because the attacker may make many mistakes, but the defender will have no chance of making mistakes as long as he makes one mistake.

Ten minutes later, accompanied by two gunshots, the gunshots that kept ringing in the wilderness completely fell silent.

Lieutenant Araki Tomoda persisted to the end.

Until he emptied the last two bullets in his pistol.

However, one was given to the wounded soldier who stayed beside him, and one was left for himself.

The terrible Japanese, the faces of several Chinese soldiers standing next to the corpses did not show the joy that they should have after the victory of this small battlefield.

Gu Xishui originally planned to capture a Japanese invader alive, preferably an officer, so that he could ask him how many Japanese vanguard groups had bypassed the intelligence, so Lieutenant Araki Tomoda, who was holding a pistol and shooting, was left at the end. It was not because he was the leader, and his life was tougher than that of ordinary infantry.

Perhaps Tang Dao also thought so.

But just as the Japanese underestimated the determination of Chinese soldiers to resist, the Chinese soldiers also underestimated the Japanese.

The Japanese Army Lieutenant proved his courage to the Chinese soldiers present by actively walking towards death.

Looking around at the corpses of Japanese soldiers lying in the wild, the faces of the Chinese soldiers who wiped out the enemy were involuntarily solemn.

Hunters can fight the most cunning foxes and hunt the most ferocious tigers, but they don’t like to encounter wild boars that are looking for death with bullets on their heads.

The Japanese second lieutenant who almost blew his head off with a bullet was the wild boar leader who was not afraid of death.

This made the most elite hunters who had already hunted prey in this hunting ground feel a little frightened.

Tang Dao could understand the thoughts of his subordinates, so he smiled.