Rise From Eight Hundred

 Chapter 7 Moonlight Night

"Captain Inoue, why don't we take a rest here first?" A Japanese soldier with his splayed legs almost half-way came over, holding a match diligently and trying to light a fire for Inoue Mitsuo, and suggested with a sly look: "Not only can we Make some money, maybe, and have a flower girl?"

"Baga! Bastard, are you still thinking about flower girls before the war is over?" The already depressed Mitsuo Inoue finally found a channel to vent his anger, and slapped the obscene subordinate with a big mouth. .

This idiot, what kind of flower girl should I mention to him at such a moment? Don’t you know that Chinese civilians are hiding in the concessions of the Golden Retrievers?

Now in these ruins, apart from the dead bodies that have been swollen by the rain and can make people sick even from a distance, there are only wild dogs that feed on the carrion.

There are some things that we just don’t expect. Once we are reminded, the desires of adult men that have been dormant for more than two months will rise crazily, but they can only think about it but cannot do it. No wonder Inoue Mitsuo almost failed to flatter him with his big mouth. The guy who slapped the horse on the leg was beaten to the point where he doubted his life.

There were still sporadic gunshots in the distance, and Inoue Mitsuo knew that it was the small team sent by his own side exchanging fire with the Chinese soldiers who were alone in the ruins. Although it was already night, under the still bright moonlight and flares, Under the light, the remaining gray rats will be unable to hide, and the powerful Imperial Army will undoubtedly win the final victory.

They searched all the way and found nothing unusual. Perhaps the Chinese straggler who made the gunshot had been killed by his own search team. Inoue Mitsuo felt slightly relieved, at least he no longer had to worry about being shot in the dark.

Although the Chinese were weak, their performance in this battle was beyond the imagination of the Japanese army. They were so strong that they were almost stubborn. The battle loss ratio of nearly 15% made the Japanese commanders, large and small, look extremely expressionless. Bitter.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise more than 30 meters away.

The Japanese troops were nervous for a while, and they all rolled to the temporary bunkers they had found and pointed their guns into the distance. The light of three flashlights swept over immediately.

In the bright beam of light, a dirty, almost indistinguishable wild dog jumped out of the ruins more than 20 meters away with its tail between its legs. .

　　The Japanese soldiers who were startled breathed a sigh of relief involuntarily.

A Japanese soldier fired without hesitation. The Japanese veteran's accurate shooting skills, which could hit the human body from 200 meters away, hit the hind legs of the wild dog with great accuracy, even in such a dim environment.

 “Stay!” The wild dog let out a miserable but not sharp howl, and struggled to crawl into the ruins.

 “Asshole, who asked you to shoot?” Inoue Mitsuo shouted in a deep voice.

"Captain Inoue, the rations provided by those idiots in the baggage team are completely fed to pigs. Do you think it's okay?" The veteran who fired the gun licked his lips and gave advice to his sergeant.

Looking at the subordinates around him who started to lick their lips involuntarily, and thinking about the delicious dog meat glistening on the fire, Inoue Mitsuo felt that his saliva secretion was also accelerating.

Indeed, it has been two months since we entered the battlefield. Although there are occasionally canned beef supplies, most of them are dry and cold rice **** that are unpalatable, and the birds have long since faded away.

That’s not all, what’s even more unbearable is the weather.

Damn the Chinese, and the **** rainy day in Songhu, China. Not only was there light rain in the sky, but the trenches were also full of mud, and he was almost untouched. Inoue Mitsuo almost felt like a moldy salted fish. , smelly and rotten. If it continues like this, even if he is not killed by Chinese guns, he will be disgusted to death by himself.

At such a time, if a bonfire is lit and plump dog meat is grilled on the bonfire, it is simply one of the great things in life. "Baga! It is our mission to open up and expand the territory of the Japanese Empire. How can we criticize our friendly forces for this? Don't let me hear such complaints again." Inoue Mitsuo's face was straight, and he criticized his subordinates quite righteously. . "Takeda-kun, take three people to search there. If you encounter any loot, you can bring it back. The rest of you will rest where you are and recharge your batteries before executing the squadron leader's order."

"Hi!" The splayed-legged man who was called Takeda stood at attention and lowered his head, but the grievance on his face was a little less.

The splayed leg with a red and swollen face knew that Sergeant Inoue had agreed to his suggestion, and what he just said was just for show.

 As for the beating I just received! Hitting and scolding is love, right? But not everyone can be beaten by Chief Cao.

Perhaps the Ah Q spirit is not unique to China at this time.

Watching the four Japanese soldiers under his command carrying guns and searching the ruins where the injured wild dogs crawled into, Inoue Mitsuo breathed a sigh of relief: Finally, he could rest for a while and wait for the delicious dog meat.

He kicked open the dilapidated wooden door of the two-story building that was luckily not damaged in the bombardment. He shone a flashlight inside for a while to make sure there was no one inside. Then he sat down and relaxed his body. All leaning against the relatively dry wall.

Four of the remaining ten Japanese soldiers walked into the small building. They were the two grenade launchers of the squad, the light machine gun shooter and the deputy shooter. Not only did they have higher military ranks, but also because they were the heavy firepower of the squad. It is guaranteed that wherever they are, they must be under the protection of infantry, even when resting.

The other six people were in groups of two, five or six meters apart, huddled under the eaves around the small building, holding their own 38-year-old hats.

Just from the distribution of the resting strength of this small group of Japanese troops, we can see that the Japanese Army, which is known as the number one in Asia, is really not given in vain.

Even if it is not in a combat state, it still maintains sufficient vigilance. If any point is attacked, it will be hit from several directions.

Even if a force two or three times larger than theirs besieges it, the grenade launchers and light machine guns located inside the house can provide enough firepower to fight back, enough to sustain the arrival of reinforcements.

 This is also the reason why the Japanese commander dared to send small teams into the ruins at night to clear out Chinese stragglers. It was due to self-confidence and strength.

A few dozen meters away from the small building where the Japanese soldiers were resting, two pairs of eyes were watching all this with great horror.

Veterans Youzi and Yang Xiaoshan arrived here with Tang Dao twenty minutes ago. They can understand that Tang Dao chose this area as a battlefield for cold shots.

After all, there is a Suzhou River across from the brightly lit concession. The moonlight and the residual light from the lights on the other side of the river are enough to ensure a line of sight within thirty meters. With his astonishing shooting skills, he can score a few hits on the Japanese army from a long distance. It shouldn't be difficult to kill two or three Japs with a cold gun.

However, what shocked them was, how could Tang Dao be sure that the Japanese search team would rest in that small building?

Tang Dao had entered the small building that was lucky enough not to collapse and only came out a few minutes later. The two elite guardsmen would not think that Tang Dao had gone in specially for a visit.

 Otherwise, how could the two grenades he originally had stuck in his waist disappear? Did you put it in the small building as a souvenir?

 (End of this chapter)