Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 840 Want to run? Too late!

There were gunshots and explosions thousands of meters away. Naturally, this was not good news for Shen Laoliu and Utsunomiya, who were still confronting each other by the river.

"Yusi! I know that there can never be only one Chinese. This is good, we may be able to know more things." Utsunomiya listened to the unique gunshots belonging to the 38th Gai 'Pagouer', and his expression From ugly to calm.

No matter what the battle situation is, as a commander, he must stabilize the morale of the military. This is the basic quality of a commander.

Therefore, when the gunfire and explosions stopped and only the gunfire on the frontal battlefield remained, Utsunomiya and the remaining 50 or so Japanese soldiers did not think much and only thought that their colleagues had defeated the enemy who blocked them.

There is nothing wrong with thinking like this. After all, with two infantry squads and a wolf and green dog, even if the Chinese had an infantry company, they would never be able to kill them all in such a short period of time.

A thousand meters away that they could not see, Mingxin's big sword that had killed thirty people had been sheathed. She lowered her head and pulled out her willow-leaf sharp knife from the corpses of the wolf green dog and the Japanese army, and looked at it with regret. Looking at the blood-stained shell gun, it was obvious that it had been damaged, and then he retreated without any hesitation.

"Good, Mingxin, you six, I need you to help me. If you don't inform the captain and the others, my two lives will be wasted." Shen Lao Liuyi heard the gunfire from the flank. While leaning against the embankment on the shore, breathing heavily, he complained angrily.

But perhaps, only Shen Laoliu himself knows how warm he is in his heart.

No one wants to be abandoned by his comrades, not even Shen Laoliu, who is determined to die, will not be an exception. But his reason tells him that it is really difficult for the two of them to withstand this group of Japanese troops for long.

In fact, there were too many Japanese troops, more than 90 of them, and half of the eight magazines he carried were empty.

Soon, the gunfire stopped.

Shen Laoliu suddenly felt sad in his heart!

As a veteran, he could certainly analyze the changes in the Japanese army's strength from the firepower. There were at least twenty or thirty Japanese soldiers bypassing the left wing.

Ming Xinqiang is fighting with cold weapons. In this kind of field battle situation against twenty or thirty Japanese soldiers, the result is needless to say?

"I said you were Lao Liu, but I was wrong. Your son is a fool! Next door to Mala, you idiot, you have a spirit in heaven. Let me kill a few more little devils to avenge you." Shen Lao Liu was sad for a moment. From the moment I woke up, tears were streaming down my face.

He was originally thinking about how to escape, but now he is just desperate. He has 40 rounds of ammunition left. He can kill at least 10 Japs. Plus the two grenades he carries, what can I say? They can make enough money for the "Old Six" combination without embarrassing the special squadron.

"Brother Six, who are you calling Lao Liu?" A hand quietly patted the shoulder of Shen Lao Liu, who was turning over and aiming at the opposite side, preparing to shoot.

Shen Laoliu's body stiffened suddenly.

Although most of his mind is on the other side of the river, he is actually wary of his surroundings. This is the basic quality of a veteran. To be touched by someone like this and even patted on the shoulder is simply shocking. The impossible.

Of course, what made Shen Laoliu's body stiffen was not because he had made a fatal mistake, but because of that voice.

That was Mingxin's voice.

Surprised, he turned his head and saw that the innocent look on his face could not be Ming Xin's 'old six'.

"Is your baby a ghost or a human? If it's a ghost, don't scare your sixth brother. Go to the other side and scare the devils. Let me kill a few more to avenge your baby." Shen Laoliu asked subconsciously.

"You're the devil, you're such a crybaby. Look at your tears, your face is almost washed clean." Ming Xin replied angrily. "Also, you just called me a fool, but I heard you!"

"Damn it, it's really hot, big living person, that's great. You hurry up and inform people. As long as the Japanese don't dare to go around easily, I won't have any problem holding them back for another half hour. Remember to use your shell gun. Leave it to me." When Shen Laoliu heard what Ming Xin said, he reached out and shook Ming Xin's hand to make sure that Ming Xin was a human or not a ghost, and he immediately grinned with joy.

"The gun was thrown out as a concealed weapon and it's gone!" Ming Xin spread her hands and replied regretfully.

"You're a prodigal son. If that old chief of staff finds out, you'll definitely have to complain about it." Shen Laoliu twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and asked subconsciously. "How many little devils are here? Kill a few of them and scare them away."

"I'll do the math!" Mingxin smiled slightly. "There seemed to be about 30 of them, and there was also a wolf dog, but they didn't run away. They were all dead."

"What?" Shen Laoliu blinked and was suddenly stunned.

"I said, 30 Japanese and one dog are all dead." Ming Xin nodded firmly. "Even if there are still people who are still alive, they are only half-breathed at most. If they freeze again, they should be almost hard by now. Who told them not to even wear pants!"

"Ahem!" Shen Laoliu almost lost his breath and coughed crazily.

Mingxin quickly pulled the old man, and the two of them bent down and ran under the embankment.

Shen Laoliu's movement is clearly pointing out the target for the Japanese. What is it if it's not Lao Liu?

Sure enough, within 30 seconds, several consecutive rounds of grenades exploded where the two were staying.

Even though he was so old, Shen Laoliu still asked Mingxin with bulging eyes, "Are you sure there are 30 Japanese and not 3?"

It is true that Ming Xin didn't learn arithmetic in school, it was taught by his master, but he would never make such low-level mistakes, and Shen Laoliu also understood this.

But how did one person win against 30 people? Shen Laoliu couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

Could it be that they were 30 pigs? But that was definitely not scolding the Japanese, but scolding himself, scolding all Chinese. You have to know that it was only a few hundred thousand Japanese who forced millions of troops into such a situation. They were all pigs, so what was he? Was he stupider than a pig? Shen Laoliu would never deny himself like this.

But Shen Laoliu couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried, but he never doubted Mingxin. It was not because of the strong smell of blood on Mingxin, but because no matter how rookie he was, he was still a comrade.

On the battlefield, you must unconditionally trust your comrades. This is one of the rules for a soldier to survive on the battlefield.

"You killed 30 Japanese soldiers, which means" Shen Laoliu began to count the number of Japanese troops on the opposite side with his fingers.

In the continuous rounds of shooting just now, he killed at least 4 Japanese infantrymen. It was really that the Japanese wanted to oppress him so much that they tried to cross the river regardless of the danger. Naturally, he accepted the gift without hesitation.

Including the few people killed earlier, the Japanese army's strength was reduced to about 60 people. Although there was still a huge disparity in strength, it was much better than before.

"Look over there." Ming Xinxu squinted his eyes and looked at the distant sky.

At least four kilometers away in the sky, there was a red object floating vaguely. Without aiming the scope at the sky, Shen Laoliu opened his mouth again.

They didn't need to report manually, the companions of the special squadron already knew that they had encountered the enemy. This red "lantern" floating in the sky was the highest warning signal they sent.

Of course, this is not a red lantern, but a "long-distance communication" developed by Tang Dao for the special squadron.

The role of special forces is to become the eyes of the entire army and quickly feedback the situation that the commander cannot see to the headquarters. However, there is no portable wireless communication in this era. It is obviously unrealistic to let each special forces team carry a field radio. Letting special forces communicate by flares is undoubtedly a suicide communication if they are near the enemy battlefield.

As early as the Guangde Battle, Tang Dao had already considered how the special forces could communicate and warn at a distance of several kilometers. He got inspiration from the "Kongming Lantern" developed by Chinese ancestors.

This thing rose to the sky silently. Except for our own people, even if the Japanese saw it, they would not know what it meant.

Moreover, it takes time for the Kongming lantern to rise. Even if the Japanese felt something was wrong and tracked them down, the rookie special forces would have run away. It was much safer than firing signal flares.

Tang Dao gave the task of developing high-altitude signal lights to Teacher Xiao He. The "Kongming Lantern" originally had a theoretical basis for a top student in the Department of Physics like Teacher Xiao He. The difficulty was just what kind of fuel to use to make the Kongming lantern made of gauze rise quickly and self-destruct at a certain height.

It took less than half a month, and after continuous adjustments based on the feedback from Gu Xishui and others during actual use, Teacher Xiao He developed high-altitude signal lights in two colors, "yellow" and "red".

The yellow light means that the enemy is approaching, and the red light means that the enemy has been approached. There are many enemy troops and support is needed. If two lights are raised, it means evacuation.

Moreover, when this "signal light" rises to a height of about 150 meters, the fuse will be ignited to ignite the gauze used as the lampshade and burn it. Unless the Japanese army pays special attention to the high altitude, they will not be aware that the Chinese soldiers will use this to communicate in a short time.

Mingxin and Shen Laoliu saw that this red signal light that had risen to 150 meters and was beginning to self-immolate was only one. It was obvious that a companion knew about their danger and was notifying the groups in this area.

However, it was not evacuation, but notifying them to come here.

As for how they knew it, it was not something that Mingxin and Shen Laoliu had to consider.

Speaking of it, the things in this world are like a drink and a bite that have been predetermined. Gu Xishui, who sent out the highest alert signal several kilometers away, knew that Mingxin and Shen Laoliu had encountered the enemy, and it depended on those ordinary people who fled far away from the battlefield.

The people who had survived the Japanese army's guns ran all the way to the Yellow River. The desire to survive made them burst their potential. However, Shen Laoliu and Mingxin fought for 20 minutes, which was only enough for them to stay two kilometers away from the battlefield.

Fortunately, they met a convoy. They heard that a group of hundreds of Japanese devils had come to the Bihe River. Several Chinese soldiers were desperately resisting. The thin businessman who followed the convoy pulled a dozen Chinese people and ran away desperately.

They shouted to everyone they met along the way that the Japanese devils were coming. Naturally, Gu Xishui heard the noise and stopped the convoy with a gun to ask the truth.

Although a dozen ordinary people could not say how many Japanese troops had arrived at the Bihe River, Gu Xishui knew Shen Laoliu, a veteran. If the Japanese had a large group of people who could not be defeated, he would have run away long ago. How could he stop the Japanese from crossing the river with a gun?

The reason why veterans live longer than new recruits is not because they are better at dodging guns and artillery, but because they can judge the situation on the battlefield and know when to fight and when not to fight. They will not fight unless it is absolutely necessary.

And the people said that they had run a long way, and the gunshots by the river did not stop, which further confirmed Gu Xishui's guess that no matter how many Japanese there were, there would not be more than 200 people.

And his special squadron, but the elite, in this area, there are 40 to 50 people. Even if they can't kill them all, at least there will be no problem in saving Mingxin and Shen Laoliu from trouble.

Therefore, Gu Xishui made a prompt decision. While using the field radio he carried to notify the regiment headquarters that he had discovered the Japanese vanguard troops, he also used the 'signal light' to notify the reconnaissance groups to move closer quickly.

"Captain Gu and the others are aware of our situation and are greeting the brothers, Ming Laoliu, no, Ming Killer, do we want to continue to fight these Japanese devils?" Shen Laoliu asked Mingxin with a smile.

Facing this colleague who liked to give people random nicknames, Mingxin rolled her eyes angrily, "What do you think?"

"Okay, leave the frontal enemies to me, and I promise to keep them in a state of lust. However, I'll leave the side ones to you. If they dare to sneak across the river, you can hack them to death." Shen Laoliu's moment was simply legendary. The common man among them.

He looks so ordinary that he doesn't want to do anything, but he is extremely confident.

That's for sure, no matter who has a companion who can kill 30 Japanese soldiers by himself, he must be confident!

And for Mingxin, who was originally confident and took slaying demons as his own mission, it was even less of a problem. If he hadn't thought about Gu Xishui calling for support, Mingxin would have wanted to sneak to the other side of the river and kill that person. Ticket the devils, lest they smell the smell and run away.

Fortunately, Mingxin was just confident rather than arrogant. The Japanese troops on the other side of the river were not the 30 Japanese troops who froze to death after crossing the river. Their formation was more open, and they were located on a river beach, and the grass was far less dense than on this shore. It's so lush and has enough troops.

Don't make one careless move, and you will be killed instead of killing someone. Mingxin will not make such a stupid mistake.

The two Chinese special forces chose delaying tactics, but for Utsunomiya, it was a torment.

More than half an hour passed, and the Chinese on the opposite side were still changing positions like a clever but poisonous monkey to maintain their lethality. The situation he expected to outflank the Chinese's retreat never appeared.

"Damn it, what are those idiots doing?" Utsunomiya scolded his subordinates anxiously on the battlefield.

An order from the regiment headquarters had been sent, asking his search team to find an opportunity to cross the Bihe River to continue reconnaissance of the enemy. Because the main force of the regiment encountered a large number of Chinese troops who were defeated and encountered stubborn resistance, they could only temporarily stop and attack the defeated troops. They are attacking the villages where they are entrenched and are expected to arrive in their area tomorrow morning.

Looking at the sky, Utsunomiya was even more helpless. He knew that this should be the most optimistic time for the captain.

The Chinese defeated troops that could stop an infantry regiment and wipe out at least one infantry regiment. The Chinese did not have many heavy firearms, but it would not be possible to completely defeat a position defended by more than 2,000 people in an hour or two. , not to mention a trapped beast still fighting.

In order to ensure the physical strength of the soldiers, they usually do not march at night. The distance of 15 kilometers will take more than two hours even if they are forced to march. It will be good if the regiment can arrive before 8:30 tomorrow morning.

As for reconnaissance across the river, reconnaissance is nothing! Just a few Chinese people blocked nearly a hundred of his people by the river, making it difficult for them to move forward.

Thinking of this, the Japanese Army Captain felt even more melancholy. If anyone spread the word about today's battle in the future, he would be kicked out of the baggage train, let alone transferred from the wing headquarters to the infantry squadron to serve as a captain. , it’s all the result of your Excellency, the captain, taking a fancy to your ass.

"Baga! Send another group of people to see what those idiots are doing and tell them that if they don't capture the Chinese alive, the two commanders, Aso and Ono, will be dismissed on the spot." The melancholy Japanese army captain issued the most wrong decision in his life. A military order.

Not only did the search team under his command have no intention of leaving, they also sent five more people to cross the river where the Japanese army had crossed the river before.

31 Japanese soldiers plus a dog are not enough, let alone only 5 people.

Mingxin, who had been paying attention to them, once again started his killing mode. This time it was obviously easier. Thinking that the Japanese soldiers with their companions were not even on guard, the five fools took off their clothes and went into the river. As soon as they reached the shore, Before he could put down the clothes and rifles in his hands, Mingxin's willow-leaf sharp knife killed two of them.

The rest only had time to pick up the rifles in their hands before they had to face Mingxin's terrifying double-edged sword.

There is no need to go into details about the results. Except for one Japanese soldier who refused to accept his fate and shot a dead grass, Mingxin chopped off three Japanese soldiers with his sword like he was chopping melons and vegetables.

The strong smell of blood once again accompanied the Chinese winter wind and dissipated in the wilderness.

By the time the Japanese Army Captain finally realized something was wrong, he no longer had any expectations for the more than 30 colleagues he sent to bypass the Chinese, and made up his mind to withdraw from this strange battlefield, it was already an hour later.

It's really too late.

Two hours had passed since Gu Xishui received the message.

Although the soldiers of the special operations squadron are not yet comparable to those in the future, it only takes 25 minutes for them to march five kilometers in full force. Two hours is enough time for the special forces soldiers who are 10 kilometers away to arrive and take a breather.

Gu Xishui led at least 20 special forces across the Bihe River from two directions and surrounded them.

With more than 20 people to surround more than 50 Japanese troops, I am afraid that only the Si Xing Regiment, or more precisely the special squadron of the Si Xing Regiment, has the confidence to do so.

Because they are the elite among the elites of the Four Elements Regiment, and they are the sharpest swords of the Four Elements Regiment. If they can't do it, no one can.

This was the decision that Gu Xishui, who arrived, made immediately after learning from Shen Laoliu that there were still more than 50 Japanese troops at most.

Since the Japanese were so tenacious in delivering food, the special squadron ate the dish without leaving a single bite.

The first shooter Niu Er was not there, but Hei Zi, Lu Zhongda and others were there.

The 23 special forces had at least 4 grenade launchers and 18 semi-automatic rifles, because Hei Zi was the only one who did not need a semi-automatic rifle.

He was holding the most powerful machine gun of the Fourth Line Regiment - MG34, with 500 rounds of ammunition.

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