Rise From Eight Hundred

The desperate counterattack of the ewe was tragic enough!

In the howling of the stone, facing the dozen fully armed Japanese infantrymen, the sheep still lowered its head and charged with its small horns of only seven or eight centimeters.

Perhaps it was for the little master, or perhaps it was the biological instinct of rabbits to bite when they were anxious. The real reason is unknown.

But this is obviously a pebble against a stone!

If nothing unexpected happens, the Japanese infantry who are good at stabbing only need to slide to dodge the ewe's not-so-fast momentum, and then they can easily stab the 38-type bayonet into the sheep's body, completely turning it into a raw material for roasting the whole lamb.

Miyamoto Tatsunai prevented this "bloody case" from happening.

"What a spiritual creature! Don't kill it! Catch it!" Miyamoto Tatsunai took the initiative to slow down his pace and loudly ordered the three soldiers at the front.

Private Chi Zaosi was his fellow countryman and obeyed his orders the most. He put away his gun, slid his feet, jumped to the side of the ewe, reached out and grabbed the two horns of the angry ewe, and played a wrestling game with the struggling ewe with a red face.

The ewe was angry and bleated, and Chi Zaosi made a strange sound "Hu! Hey!". The picture of a man and a sheep entangled on the hillside was quite funny...

Shitou, who stood up with pain, looked at the slowly approaching Japanese army, and seemed to be frightened, and even stopped crying.

"Put away your guns! China and Japan will prosper together, and he will soon be a citizen of the empire!" Seeing all this, Miyamoto Tatsunai smiled and gave orders to the soldiers under his command who were still holding guns.

Seeing that the Chinese child was already scared and no longer ran away, the soldiers relaxed and knew that their sergeant was going to fool them. They all smiled knowingly and stopped pointing their guns at Shitou. Instead, they found their own guard positions and observed the surroundings.

With a deeper smile on his face, Miyamoto Tatsuya strode forward, trying to make his tone gentle, and spoke half-baked Chinese: "Child, is your home in Nani?"

Shitou kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

"Then are your parents in Nani?" Miyamoto Tatsuya looked around, and there were only mountains and trees, and no shadow of the village at all, so he had to change the question.

Shitou still pursed his lips.

"Look, your lamb is so cute, and it dared to attack our army for you. Look, my soldiers are so kind, and they don't want to hurt it at all. But if you don't say anything, the soldier uncle might be very unhappy." Miyamoto Tatsuya was not annoyed, but looked at the scene where he was still "spinning magic circles" with the corporal.

With a smile on his face and a gentle tone, even a child could understand what he meant.

"Dead!" Shitou answered in a low voice with red eyes in silence.

"Both his parents are dead, what a poor kid!" Miyamoto Tatsunai was slightly stunned, but a stronger smile appeared on his face.

An orphan with a miserable life is more likely to be tempted, isn't he?

He reached out and gently touched Shitou's little head. Although Shitou dodged it stubbornly, the Japanese Army Sergeant didn't care at all. He squatted down and took out a few candies from his purse and stuffed them into Shitou's hands: "Come on, kid, take this, candy, very sweet."

Shitou wanted to refuse, but when he looked up at Dahei who didn't have much strength to toss, he could only silently hold the candy with colorful candy wrappers in his palm.

This was a good start, and Miyamoto Tatsunai was very satisfied with the performance of the little boy.

Although the little boy hadn't said any useful information, his nervousness and silence had already explained a lot of things.

First of all, he was very nervous. Miyamoto Tatsunai could even guess through his nervousness that he must have known the existence of the imperial army.

For a mountain village with poor information, knowing the existence of the imperial army was undoubtedly from the outside world. That can only mean one thing, that Chinese soldiers had entered the mountain village where he lived.

This possibility is as high as 80%.

Of course, this possibility has become 100% when a soldier showed him a piece of kraft paper that fell from the child's hiding place before.

It was a Chinese candy wrapper. Due to the lack of light industry, kraft paper is far less exquisite than Japanese candy wrappers, but it is the most powerful evidence that Chinese children have come into contact with Chinese soldiers.

Secondly, the little boy cares about his sheep very much, and perhaps he uses this as a breakthrough to find the mountain village and thus know the approximate location of the Chinese army.

The children don't understand, but the adults must know.

Dare not to say it? Then he will use bayonets and blood to let the lowly Chinese know what fear is, and he believes they will say it.

This is a great achievement.

The Japanese Army Sergeant, who originally valued survival more than the need for military exploits, finally became greedy when faced with the military exploits that were about to be easily obtained.

In fact, with this military exploit, he can cross the threshold from non-commissioned officer to officer and become an army second lieutenant.

For officers, it is not only the promotion of status and identity, but also the increase of chances of survival.

In battle, who has a better chance of survival, commanding dozens of people or leading a dozen people? This is a truth that can be figured out with one's ass.

At this moment, Miyamoto Tatsunai did not even fire a gun to notify the squad leader a mile away to lead the troops to join.

This is his military achievement, and he does not want to be divided by the greedy second lieutenant squad leader.

The Japanese Army Sergeant has enough observation and insight, but he underestimated the tenacity and wisdom of a Chinese child who has become the light of hope for a family since he was five or six years old.

From the moment the Japanese infantry surrounded him, Shitou knew what the Japanese bandits wanted.

They wanted to find the group of uncles with smoke on their faces, find them, and kill them.

The cold uncle who gave him candy would also be killed by them.

Shitou tried his best to calm himself down in his heart, but fear kept making him tremble.

Because he was only a child of seven or eight years old after all! Even at a young age, he had once faced jackals alone with a hatchet in his hand.

By shouting angrily with his mouth wide open and staring at the cold eyes of the jackals with wide eyes, he finally won the one-minute confrontation and returned home alive.

But now he has to face Japanese bandits who are more fierce and cunning than jackals. Shitou, who has fought jackals, can't think of a way to deal with them.

Until Miyamoto Tatsunai asked again: "Kid, where is your home? Don't worry, our Imperial Japanese Army came to China this time for the common prosperity of China and Japan. Look, we are so friendly to a cute lamb, and my soldiers are wrestling with it!"

"Haha!" The Japanese infantrymen all laughed.

The hillside was full of joy and peace, and the atmosphere seemed very harmonious.

Shitou finally made a decision.

They must not be allowed to find the village hidden by green trees on the top of the mountain, where grandpa and little sister are, nor must they be allowed to find the uncles. In fact, he had to use his own way to inform the uncles that the Japanese bandits were coming and let them run away.

As for himself, Shitou didn't have time to think so much.

"There!" Shitou lowered his eyelids, but raised his hand and pointed to the other side of the hillside.

"Yoshi! Kid, you have won the friendship of the Empire of Japan! I will tell our reporters the story of your cute lamb, and it may become a symbol of the common prosperity of China and Japan." Miyamoto Tatsunai praised with a smile.

Then he turned around and shouted to the corporal who was still struggling with the sheep: "Let go of the cute little sheep and let it return to its owner!"

"Big Black!" Shitou staggered towards the big black sheep with his short legs.

The big black sheep, who finally broke free from its restraints, heard the call of its little master and turned around and ran towards Shitou.

Shitou hugged the big black sheep that was only calling "Mee Mee", and tears flowed from his eyes.

"Look, this is such a touching scene, Chi Zaojun, you must record this scene in your diary. Maybe one day you can become a writer of war literature!" Miyamoto Tatsunai smiled and "sighed".

The Japanese infantry laughed again.

The Japanese infantry laughed so brightly, of course, not because their sergeant's language was humorous, but because it seemed that their search mission was about to end.

As long as this frightened Chinese child led them to find the Chinese village, and then notified the squadron or even the squadron to come, the previous danger would be completely transformed into a military exploit, and the sergeant would be promoted to a second lieutenant, and everyone would also be promoted step by step.

I will also be promoted to a non-commissioned officer. The corporal who was teased by his sergeant also smiled happily.

So, they all ignored Shitou's sad tears.

In fact, even if they noticed it, they might not think about it more deeply.

What kind of evil thoughts can a seven or eight-year-old child have?

The reason why Shitou, who has always been strong, cried was not because of fear, but because Dahei would die, the lamb would die, grandpa's new clothes and little sister's hairband would be gone.

More importantly, how would grandpa and little sister live without him in the future!

But he really had no choice.

So, Shitou quickly wiped away his tears.