Rise From Eight Hundred

Yes, from the moment the gunshot sounded, the Japanese corporal, whose balls were smashed by the black sheep, knew that his group was doomed.

There were not only Chinese here, but many Chinese.

He knew why he was not shot dead at the first time, not because he was already a "wounded soldier", but because of the Chinese boy next to him, or the "bleating" black sheep in front of him.

He was sure that if the black sheep had not suddenly stood up and hit him hard, and he had squatted down with his balls smashed, he might have been shot dead.

But fortunately, he escaped this disaster.

But how can he continue to live? The corporal had no idea how many thoughts turned in his mind, and even thought of using the little boy as a hostage to force the Chinese to let him go.

When the Chinese soldier rushed over from the side in just a few breaths, picked up Sergeant Moriki in the air with an extremely brutal shot, and used him as a weapon to smash Sergeant Miyamoto Tatsunai, causing him to roll and crawl, Chi Zaoji knew that his way of saving his life would only make him die faster and more miserably!

That was a man who saw death as nothing. The Japanese Army corporal who had been in the army for nearly three years was very sure of his judgment.

In fact, from the fact that he brazenly attacked his own 10-man squad without fear of being chased by the main force of the Imperial Army, it can be seen that such a person would never be weak and compromise in the face of threats.

While thinking about how to get out of this situation, Sergeant Miyamoto Tatsunai had been shot into a candied haws by him. The long blade exposed behind him showed the opponent's surging power, and the five Chinese soldiers following him aimed their guns at him with cold eyes.

Obviously, as long as he dared to make any unusual movements, he would shoot without hesitation even if he accidentally killed the black sheep or injured the little boy!

Therefore, after Sergeant Miyamoto Tatsunai issued the last military order before his death, the Japanese Army corporal finally made the wisest decision of his life.

Drop the knife, raise your hands high, kneel on the ground, and beg for life!

Watching the Japanese infantry kneeling down to surrender, Leng Feng finally felt relieved. His hand loosened slightly, and the dead Japanese sergeant fell on his back.

"Uncle Leng!" Shitou cried and ran towards Leng Feng, who was covered in blood.

Although the little child had made a decision to sacrifice that adults found incredible, he was still a child after all. Under the shadow of death, he was still extremely afraid...

Shitou was very young, but he had experienced the separation of life and death and understood the coldness after death. What worried him more than death was how his grandfather and little sister would live without him and Dahei.

Fortunately, the cold-faced uncle appeared in front of him like a god descending from heaven, and used a long gun to shoot two Japanese bandits in succession. The bandit leader who once told his killing stories in an extremely hideous and cruel way did not escape the ending of being shot dead.

"I must be a person like Uncle Leng when I grow up." The little stone who plunged into the arms of the cold-faced uncle swore silently in his heart.

The impact brought by idols has planted seeds in the hearts of Chinese children.

Leng Feng's wish was ultimately unfulfilled. He hoped that the war would end in the hands of his generation, and that the next generation and even future generations could live in peace.

That was because he had forgotten that no country in the world could rise quietly without showing its muscles and fangs.

It is said that China is a sleeping dragon. When it wakes up, the nation will take off. However, if it only opens its eyes and does not show its fangs and claws, the dragon will only become a feast for the dragon-slaying "heroes" to feast on with knives and forks.

Not to mention him and his next generation, even in the more distant future, this country must have someone wearing a green military uniform, learning from their predecessors, and shouldering responsibilities with their young shoulders and lives.

Shitou, who is only seven or eight years old now, will become a young man as strong as Leng Feng in ten years. At that time, China needs young people like him to stand shoulder to shoulder with his predecessors, pick up guns, and tell the world that a united China is unstoppable.

"Okay, it's okay, Shitou, take Dahei, your grandfather and your little sister and leave here." The killing machine, which was extremely cold just now, patted the trembling child in his arms and said softly.

"Yeah!" Shitou nodded gently.

Last time, he didn't listen to the cold-faced uncle and secretly took Dahei out to eat grass, which almost killed him and Dahei. This time, he must listen to the cold-faced uncle.

Unfortunately, the gunshots from 400 meters away made Leng Feng's face cold again.

That was the unique sound of the Zhongzheng rifle. After launching the attack here, the battle also started on the hillside over there. An infantry squad was enough to deal with the small number of Japanese troops there.

But at this moment, there were gunshots again. They were using gunshots to warn Leng Feng here that there were Japanese troops moving.

That means, as Leng Feng guessed, the Japanese troops, seemingly isolated and deep in the enemy's territory, are actually not far apart. Once gunshots are heard, the Japanese army will quickly gather together like a pack of wolves connected by wolf howls, surround their prey, and tear them to pieces.

It has become a luxury for the old people in Qinglongling Village to evacuate the village before the main force of the Japanese army arrives.

"Order the entire company and notify Commander Tong's troops and the brothers of the baggage company and artillery company to abandon all packhorses and only carry all equipment and ammunition. The entire army quickly enters Qinglongling Village and tells them that we only have 30 minutes at most." Leng Feng quickly ordered.

Leng Feng's order was decisive. It took enough courage to abandon all the pack horses and military rations. Otherwise, the Chinese troops carrying a large amount of supplies and scattered within a kilometer range would not be able to reach Qinglongling Village within 30 minutes.

But this military order saved the entire army as bait.

Because the Japanese army arrived at the battlefield faster than Leng Feng imagined. Leng Feng even sent an infantry platoon to block a Japanese infantry squadron that was running wildly for five minutes. The four artillery squads sent by Tang Dao to this bait unit barely carried mortars and shells to Qinglongling Village.

If these four mortars were lost, the five or six hundred infantrymen on the mountain would have to passively take the beating and would have no power to fight back.

The Japanese came faster than expected, and Shitou naturally did not leave. After hearing that his grandfather and sister had to stay in the village, and the cold-faced uncle would also take people into the village to fight the Japanese bandits, Shitou was determined to return to the village.

Considering that Shitou and the sheep were equally dangerous in the mountains, and that they would surely die if they met the Japanese again, Leng Feng hesitated for only a second before agreeing.

Since things had come to this point, let's just fight the Japanese together. Leng Feng rarely dragged his feet.

Logically speaking, a Japanese Army corporal who made a wise choice would not survive.

Leng Feng was cold but not bloodthirsty, but at this time, a Japanese surrendered soldier would only become a burden, and making him a corpse was the simplest way to deal with it.

Chi Zao Si understood Leng Feng's intentions from his eyes, and in a hurry, he said a lot of nonsense in his mother tongue mixed with half-baked Chinese.

It was not a meaningless begging for life, but telling the cold Chinese commander in front of him the purpose of his life.

Only if you are useful can you have the right to continue breathing, this is the rule of the battlefield.

Fortunately, Leng Feng knew a little Japanese, and all of this became the elements for the decisive Japanese Army corporal to survive in the end.

"I can report your wrong information about your troops to my superiors! I said you only have one infantry platoon. Or you have already fled far away." This is Chi Zao Si's reason.

"No, you have to say we are here, and there are at least hundreds of people or even more." Leng Feng thought for a few seconds and decided to believe this Japanese surrender.

This is a casual move. No matter how he plays it, it will not do him any harm, but if it really works, it will be of great use.

Hundreds of people trapped in an isolated territory are worth it for the Kunisaki Detachment to use all its troops to fight.

Of course, Leng Feng is not a child. It is impossible for this Japanese surrender who looks very "smart" to let him go just because of his mouth.

Using local materials, a Japanese military uniform is used as paper, and Japanese blood is used as ink, so that this "smart" surrendered soldier writes "The emperor dog fucks must not die well!", and signs his name and presses ten fingers on it.

This is to prevent this guy from ruthlessly chopping off one finger to destroy the evidence. If he has the ability, chop off all ten fingers, then Leng Feng is willing to let this ruthless man go.

The surrender letter that cursed the Emperor like a dog made Chi Zaosi pale, but he had to do it one by one.

He didn't know why the Chinese commander in front of him wanted to die and attract the main force of the detachment, but he understood one thing, he had to do it according to the Chinese commander's request, otherwise, his "loyalty blood letter" with ten finger prints would become the empire's spoils of war.

Just that sentence alone, he wouldn't have enough to chop off ten heads.

Moreover, he had to pray that these Chinese people would live well. If they were wiped out, he would also be finished.

Perhaps, this is also the first time that a Japanese has so devoutly blessed the Chinese to escape the disaster!

And Tang Dao didn't expect that the reason why his tactical plan was perfectly realized was actually due to a series of butterfly effects caused by a little kid herding sheep.