Rise From Eight Hundred

The winter in Henan Province is very cold!

Although it was already past the 39th day of the 9th month, the temperature was definitely below zero. The Bi River did not freeze because the water speed was high enough.

The two Japanese squads had a total of 31 people, two sergeants with 24 infantrymen, two machine gunners with a light machine gun, two grenade throwers with a grenade thrower, and a dog trainer with a wolf-blue dog.

Such a combination is more than enough to fight against a 45-man infantry platoon of the Chinese, let alone a Chinese.

The two Japanese sergeants had no fear of the upcoming battle. One squad covered another squad to cross the river, and their safety was completely guaranteed, but the icy river water made them extremely painful.

The icy river water was not deep, and the deepest part was only waist-high, but it was cold!

In order to maintain strong enough combat effectiveness after crossing the river, all Japanese soldiers took off their trousers and leather boots, bare their short legs, and crossed the river with their rifles and clothes in both hands.

After landing, quickly put on clothes to keep warm. This is the best way that the Japanese sergeant thought of.

However, for the sake of their lives, the first infantry squad quickly alerted as soon as they landed. Even if the cold wind blew and they were shivering all over, no one dared to put on dry and warm pants and leather boots at the first time. If there was a sneak attack by the Chinese, it would be fatal.

Until the second squad successfully crossed the river, the Japanese soldiers with two short legs bare finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If there was a sneak attack by the Chinese, they would have missed the best opportunity. At this time, although all 31 of them were still naked, the dozens of guns in their hands were not fake. Whoever came to sneak attack would be a big fool.

"All soldiers, dress up! Go and kill that Chinese immediately!" A sergeant who was kneeling in the bushes with a telescope looking into the distance put down the telescope in his hand, and roared with a serious face to issue military orders.

The upper body uniform was neat, and the face was also solemn, which was very iron-blooded.

If you don't look at his bare hairy legs.

Upon hearing the order, the Japanese soldiers put down their guns and started to put on their pants. The coldest time was not when they went down to the river with their butts bare, but when they got up from the cold water and were blown by the cold wind. That feeling was really sour.

Especially for the first batch of Japanese soldiers who came ashore, they did not put on their pants immediately due to the need for vigilance. In just a few minutes, they were frozen pale and felt stiff all over.

Perhaps, there was only one creature in the entire Japanese army that did not look so embarrassed.

That was the wolf-blue dog specially equipped by the search team. The wolf-blue dog bred with German shepherds as the mother is not only tall and fierce, but also has a strong ability to adapt to the environment. This degree of cold is really nothing for the wolf-blue dog.

The reason why the Japanese dared to put down their guns was that the wolf-blue dog that arrived with the second team did not show any abnormality.

The wolf-blue dog's sense of smell and hearing are much stronger than humans. It will issue a warning if there is any abnormal movement. This has been proven countless times in many village searches and has helped the Japanese army avoid many fatal attacks.

So this time, the Japanese infantry habitually chose to believe.

However, at the moment when the Japanese infantrymen who were jumping with cold put on their pants, the wolf-blue dog's ears suddenly moved, and the triangular dog eyes looked deep into the grass. The muscles on the sturdy dog ​​suddenly tightened.

It did not make a low humming sound to warn at the first time, because it only heard the sound more than ten meters away, and the small dog's head was still making logical judgments. The tension of muscles only came from the instinct of the creature.

It felt threatened!

Indeed, the intuitive perception of many creatures in the animal kingdom is much stronger than that of humans.

The wolf-blue dog's intuition is not wrong, but the wisdom is slightly lower.

So, it died.

Became the first Japanese soldier to die in this battle.

"Ah!" The wolf-blue dog let out a shrill scream, twisting its once extremely strong body on the ground to struggle for life.

A willow-leaf-shaped knife broke through the wolf-blue dog's hard skull and penetrated into its skull.

The reason why the dog was not killed in one blow was not because the knife was not accurate enough, but because the dog's vitality was so strong that it far exceeded that of humans.

The Japanese dog trainer who had just put on a pair of trousers next to the wolf-blue dog was stunned. He had obviously not figured out why his dog was like this after spending so much time with the dog.

A willow-leaf-shaped knife that pierced his trachea did not give him more time to think. He also covered his neck and lay on the ground, rolling and screaming desperately.

"Enemy attack!" Only then did the Japanese army roar heartbreakingly.

Almost all Japanese soldiers subconsciously put down their pants that had not been put on yet to get the rifles beside them!

But it was too late.

"Da da da!" A series of bullets shot out from the bushes.

At least four Japanese infantrymen fell down with screams, and their short legs kicked desperately to take off their pants that had not been fully put on.

Cold, in the face of severe pain, is really nothing.

After all, being cold for a while won't kill you, but a thick bullet piercing your muscles will really hurt you to death.

This war is a stage for hot weapons. Mingxin believes in his sword, but he is not pedantic. The Mauser pistol that can fire 20 rounds of bullets can completely replace his sleeve flying knife within a range of 50 meters, except that it makes too much noise.

The strong recoil of the 20-round Mauser pistol will make the muzzle jump continuously and it is difficult to maintain accuracy. It requires long-term practice, but these are not difficult for Mingxin, who looks a little thin but has a jaw-dropping power.

Only in the third training, Mingxin's accuracy in continuous shooting with a Mauser pistol within 50 meters is comparable to that of a veteran who has been in the army for five years. Not to mention that every shot hits the bull's eye, it is not difficult to hit all the targets.

Mingxin is a natural special forces soldier, and even Tang Dao has such a high evaluation of him.

Perhaps Tang Dao can evaluate Mingxin in this way, not only because of his control over firearms and his talent in cold weapon fighting, but also because of his judgment of the battlefield situation.

Mingxin has been following the Japanese army across the river, and when they choose a place to cross the river, he lurks near where they will definitely land.

Perhaps from the beginning, Mingxin did not have the idea of ​​just relying on accurate shooting like Shen Laoliu to delay the Japanese army.

He let the Japanese army land, guarded, and covered the second wave of Japanese troops landing, missing the best time to attack, until the moment when the Japanese army completely relaxed their vigilance and began to sort out their clothes.

Just like a tiger lying in the grass waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the prey to completely relax its vigilance, and then kill it with one blow.

Of course, in addition to relaxing vigilance, there is another extremely important reason.

These Japanese soldiers were shivering with cold.

When people are cold, their reactions will be much slower than usual, which is why Mingxin let all the Japanese soldiers cross the river.

Because his goal is to kill all of these Japanese soldiers, without leaving a single one.

Although the sharp teeth of the wolf-blue dog are not as scary as the rifles of the Japanese infantry, they move swiftly and can be bitten by them if you are not careful. In this battlefield where life and death can be decided at any time, not to mention being bitten by a dog, even a slight delay may cause fatal damage, so the wolf-blue dog is the biggest threat to Mingxin.

The first person Mingxin wanted to kill was not the two Japanese sergeants, but a dog.

As for the dog trainer, he operated it smoothly. The threat of the Nambu 14 pistol on his waist to Mingxin was far less than that of the 80-jin wolf dog.

After two willow-leaf knives flew out of his left and right hands and killed a man and a dog, Mingxin, who suddenly emerged from the deep bushes, did not swing his sword, but pulled out a revolver, and in three seconds, he emptied 20 bullets.

Killed four people!

Then, he threw the revolver in his hand without hesitation.

The imported German 20-shot revolver, which was worth hundreds of silver dollars and flashed a faint blue luster, was like a brick, hitting the face of a Japanese sergeant who looked at Mingxin with fierce eyes.

This time, all the fierce light was annihilated by this sudden attack, and replaced by blood on his face.

The weight of the revolver is 1.25 kilograms, which is two and a half kilograms if converted into the Chinese familiar jin. Can you imagine what it feels like to have a two-jin iron lump hit on the face?

Moreover, it has been blessed by a huge force of more than 100 kilograms.

Not only was the nose bone shattered, but even the hard frontal bone was smashed, so naturally the blood spurted out without regard for life.

But it must be said that being thick-skinned is also good. The Mauser pistol worth up to one hundred silver dollars also flew out several parts under such a terrible impact, which was obviously broken.

If Chief of Staff Zhuang, who was in charge of logistics, was here, he would definitely scold Mingxin, the prodigal son, with heartache, saying that if you want to kill someone, just kill him, just use your sword to cut him! Why do you still use the Mauser pistol as a hidden weapon, no, as a public weapon, it is very expensive, isn’t it?

Unfortunately, for Mingxin, who had already entered the killing state at this time, as long as he could kill someone, let alone a mere Mauser pistol, even a more expensive submachine gun, he would have to smash it out.

In his clear eyes that were usually harmless to people and animals, there was a murderous aura.

It only took five seconds, and seven Japanese soldiers died under Mingxin's hands.

But this was not Mingxin's most glorious moment.

After Mingxin threw his revolver to kill the Japanese sergeant, his whole body jumped out like a tiger, aiming at the five Japanese soldiers who were only seven or eight meters away from him.

The six Japanese soldiers, regardless of the military pants that were only one leg, picked up their rifles one after another.

Facing Mingxin who was rushing over, the Japanese soldiers screamed wildly, and did not raise their guns to aim at Mingxin, but instead took a hand-to-hand combat posture.

This was not because they wanted to show the bravery of the Imperial Japanese Army, but because their military training did not allow them to do so. Mingxin was on the edge of their two infantry squads, but behind him, there were at least five colleagues, and as long as they fired, they might accidentally injure their companions.

Good military literacy forced them to give up this seemingly tempting idea, and instinctively pointed their bayonets upwards, squatted slightly, and faced the attacker who rushed out.

It must be said that this was the best choice for soldiers with extremely strong military literacy, but the so-called best also made them miss the only opportunity to slow down Mingxin's speed.

The eight-meter distance was only 1.5 seconds for Mingxin, who had burst out all his strength to charge forward. It was not a split second, but it was short enough to make people think too much. The Japanese infantry reacted instinctively and thrust forward with three bayonets facing them directly.

The other two Japanese soldiers jumped away and looked for another opportunity with their guns.

The bayonet fighting technique that the Japanese army was most proud of was well-deserved for its tactical choice in such a short period of time.

Even if it was replaced by the masters under Fujiwara Sen's seat, facing such a few infantrymen with tacit cooperation and superb bayonet fighting techniques, they would probably be in a mess.

Three rifles with bayonets as long as 1.7 meters suddenly thrust forward, like a row of guns. Ordinary people would certainly not rush forward foolishly, and the result would only be to turn themselves into meat skewers on the Japanese bayonets.

But Mingxin was still accelerating!

Until the moment the bayonet was about to hit his body, his body suddenly bent, and the entire upper body seemed to be broken, and the three bayonets collectively stabbed into nothing.

The Japanese infantry were horrified and tried their best to retreat, trying to distance themselves from their opponents.

Unfortunately, Mingxin was waiting for this opportunity.

An inch longer, an inch stronger. The Japanese rifle was 1.7 meters long. When the distance was long enough, people could only temporarily avoid it. But when the long gun stabbed into the air and the distance between the two sides was less than one meter, the gun was not as effective as a fire stick.

Mingxin, whose upper body was bent, still slid his feet at high speed and took advantage of the situation to draw out his sword.

A flash of sword light!

The three Japanese soldiers stared blankly at their suddenly cold lower abdomen.

A line of blood oozed out of the torn military uniform, and then, like a flood bursting through a dam, some objects swarmed out.

Yes, in addition to blood, there were more objects such as intestines or internal organs, as if they had broken through some kind of restraint, rushing out of the huge wound.

That scene was definitely the most horrifying scene the three Japanese soldiers had ever seen in their lives.

That sword actually cut open the lower abdomen of the three people, which was much more efficient than the laparotomy they were good at.

Mingxin used the sharp tip of the sword, relying on the strength of his waist and arms, to cut open the skin and the fat under the skin at a very high speed.

That was enough. The intestines were exposed to the outside of the body. Not to mention infection, the severe pain alone could kill them.

The three Japanese soldiers were no longer a threat except for crying and holding the intestines full of feces to report to their Amaterasu.

The Japanese soldiers on the side naturally saw such a cruel and terrible scene. In fear, they took two steps back to protect themselves, but Mingxin would not give him this opportunity. He rolled over and chased after him. The sword turned into a stab and pierced directly into the lower body of the Japanese soldier.

With a slight turn of the wrist, he cut off a meat ball hanging outside and also stirred a big hole in his abdominal cavity.

"Ah!" The terrifying scream made the Japanese soldiers rushing over from more than 20 meters away feel numb.

But the killing continued!

The last Japanese infantryman who watched Mingxin kill four of his own men bit his cheek and fiercely stabbed Mingxin, who was still on the ground.

It was not that he was not afraid or terrified, but that he had no choice. Facing such a master, once he lost the courage to fight the enemy, he could only die faster.

Unfortunately, Mingxin's sword seemed to have eyes and was pulled out from the Japanese soldier's abdomen to block the Japanese bayonet. With a crisp sound of "Dang!", the Japanese soldier's hands were numb, and he could only watch in horror as the bayonet he stabbed with all his strength rose uncontrollably like it was hit by a car.

He was obviously two-handed, and the enemy was one-handed, but why did the ending happen like this?

The Japanese infantryman couldn't figure it out.

Fortunately, he didn't have to worry about it soon.

Mingxin's sword swung violently, and the Japanese infantry's head fell to the ground like a watermelon that had been separated from the vines, and rolled several times.

It was not until this time that the blood fountain gushed out from the neck that had lost its head, more than two meters high.

From the perspective of another Japanese sergeant, it looked like a flower, a bloody flower.

It took Mingxin no more than four seconds to kill five Japanese infantrymen, and then he pounced forward and disappeared into the bushes.

The Japanese soldiers running from both sides looked at their colleagues who were still struggling on the ground and the blood on the ground, and they were collectively stunned.

Did they encounter an attack from the devil from hell?

"Baga! Find him and kill him!" The Japanese sergeant who ran over madly and was still panting roared wildly.

That is, the two short legs that were still bare looked very funny with this expression.

However, no one thought it was funny. The sneak attack of less than ten seconds caused them to lose twelve people plus the wolf-blue dog.

This kind of powerful fighting power in close combat is enough to scare anyone. Only the top masters can do this.

The coldness from the bottom of their hearts is far better than standing barefoot in the winter in China.

If they can wake up and huddle together at this time, pointing their guns outward, they may be able to form a defense with bullets. Even Mingxin, who is as strong as he is, dare not sprint against more than a dozen rifles, and he will be shot into a sieve.

Unfortunately, the 14th Division's victory in the Chinese battlefield again and again and the massacre of Chinese civilians made the Japanese sergeant always put himself in the position of a strong man.

The strong can only fight back with blood when dealing with killing.

The half-man-deep grass kept shaking, attracting the attention of the Japanese army, and the sound of gunfire continued, but nothing was gained.

Without the wolf-blue dog, they lost any possibility of being one step ahead of the enemy, and the grass could be Mingxin's best cover.

In anger, the search team composed of three regular people spread over a radius of 600 meters, with the farthest distance between them reaching 30 meters.

Mingxin was like a terrible poisonous snake lurking, but once he attacked, he was like a hungry tiger, even if there were three Japanese soldiers.

The big sword that broke through the heavy armor of the Jin people a thousand years ago was like a sword from hell in Mingxin's hands.

Under the sword light, a Japanese soldier did not attack but defended, with a rifle across his chest, but was cut in half by the big sword, along with his body.

The destruction of a search team took no more than 3 seconds. When the Japanese support arrived, even if they no longer cared about their colleagues, Mingxin had already escaped after a burst of random gunfire.

Only three bodies with bullet holes were left.

Originally, they could still breathe a few more breaths, but unfortunately, their fellow tribesmen did not give them a chance.

The pale eyes turned outwards towards their colleagues, as if to tell them that you will be with me sooner or later.

Cold! Cold! Cold deep into the bone marrow.

The Japanese soldiers' short legs kept shaking.

In fact, they hadn't had time to put on their pants yet, and their heads were numb.

When the papaya-like Japanese soldiers finally realized that this battle was no longer about them chasing the Chinese, but the Chinese hunting them, it was after the three search teams were killed.

The Japanese soldiers, who only had 10 people, were timid, but it was too late, especially when they formed a circle and tried to fight the "devil" with this formation, which was extremely stupid.

It can only be said that they were really frozen.

Two grenades tied together were thrown into the circle formation with a radius of no more than 5 meters as if they had eyes.

Mingxin was already a soldier, not the little Taoist priest who went down the mountain with a big sword on his back.

In addition to the Mauser pistol, grenades were of course his standard equipment.

As smoke rose, three Japanese soldiers fell down screaming in pain. It was the last lament of the 31 Japanese soldiers who crossed the river!