Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 159 Killing a Thousand and Losing Eight Hundreds

"Lieutenant Colonel Xie, if the soldiers under your command are so brave, I think my suggestion yesterday was wrong."

The little old brigadier general of the empire on which the sun never sets looked terrified, and sighed to Xie Jinyuan, who had been keeping his eyes on the binoculars by his side.

"General Smollett, if the soldiers under my command are so sharp, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to give me advice." The lieutenant colonel's expression didn't change at all, and he replied without any fumes.

Will we still chat?The little old man rolled his eyes from choking.

The lieutenant colonel's answer was very tough, but he had enough confidence. Not only was his record of fighting the Japanese army for four days and four nights, but also the chilling counterattack of the Tang swordsmen on the battlefield.

Tang Dao, Lei Xiong, and Leng Feng proved with facts that why they are arrows is not because of how high or strong their force value is, but because they explain what a commander is.

The Japanese army didn't want to die, and their tactics were, when the squadron leader died, go to the squadron leader, when the squadron leader died, go to the battalion leader, and when the battalion leader died, it was the wing captain's turn. It sounds very heroic.

But with Tang Dao, the battalion commander died and the company commander went up, the company commander died and the platoon leader went up, and the platoon leader died and the squad leader went up.

Therefore, when he saw Tang Dao taking the lead, the lieutenant colonel's eyebrows were like a knife, and his waist was as strong and straight as ever.

He firmly believes that this battle must be won!
"Okay, very good! I'm looking forward to such Chinese soldiers, and see what kind of miracles they can create." The stubborn temper of the brigadier general of the Sun Never Set Empire, who stubbornly raised his goatee, probably also came up.

At the moment, he turned his attention back to the battlefield.

During this conversation, the battlefield situation changed again.

Tang Dao had already sent the Japanese infantry who had seized their guns wholeheartedly to see his Amaterasu.

In other words, it wasn't Tang Dao who did it himself.

In fact, the two Japanese soldiers rushing from behind him wanted to stab him to death with one shot.

Tang Dao only used a movement similar to that of an iron bridge, and fell backwards. The two rifles that suddenly emptied had no time to retract, and went straight to the Japanese soldier who was still blushing and drawing his guns.

The eyeballs popped suddenly, and the Japanese infantry looked at the two equally confused companions in disbelief.

You are the Chinese insiders of Baga!Unbelievably, the inner OS of the Japanese army staring at their companions should be like this.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

When the sun never sets, Commodore General, when you took the initiative to end the chat and looked towards the battlefield, you happened to see such a scene.

The Chinese soldiers didn't leave their feet at all, and they folded themselves in half by relying on their terrible waist strength.

It's like a big piece of barbecued meat on a barbecue iron skewer.

The Japanese soldiers who accidentally injured their comrades had no time to apologize to them. They just wanted to quickly pull out their bayonets, and the terrible enemy was still by their side.

But it was too late.

Throwing away the big mallet again, the Tang Dao, which was almost folded horizontally on the ground, rebounded against the laws of physics, and the palm that once held the big mallet went directly to the lower body of the Japanese soldier.

Find the target as quickly as lightning, then hold it, close your fingers, and pull it hard.
There was no sound, but all the men who saw this scene couldn't help but pinch their legs.

As one with a handle, they can fully understand how intense the pain of the Japanese soldier will be.

Even if it can't be squeezed, it should be ripped off alive!When he saw that the Japanese soldier got up on the ground and did a front somersault, and then rolled like a spinning top with his hands on his crotch, Tang Dao casually dropped a strip.

Strong sense of substitution.

"The trick the officer used is the legendary monkey picking peaches!" In the warehouse, Yang Xiaoshan couldn't help but licked his chapped lips.

At this moment, he somewhat understood what Tang Dao said. It doesn't matter what moves you use to kill your opponent. What matters is that you can kill him.

Looking at Tang Dao's move to kill people in a crisis, it seems sinister, but it is more brutal.Not to mention the enemy, even his own people can't help but shrink their balls.

"You care so much, keep an eye on the vicinity of the chief, whoever dares to harm the chief, shoot him." Erya gave Yang Xiaoshan a white look, thinking that he was talking too much.

"Don't you want to kill the Japanese with hand-to-hand combat? Kill them where they are strongest?" The simple and honest Yang Xiaoshan was a little puzzled.

"You're so stupid! Didn't the officer say it a long time ago, as long as you can kill devils, you don't have to stick to any form. If you say it's hand-to-hand combat, who of the brothers will fire after emptying the bullet?" Erya glanced at Yang Xiaoshan, as if Don't worry yet. "I'm a company orderly, you listen to me!"

"Who isn't an orderly?" Yang Xiaoshan muttered, but his eyes were on the front sight of the rifle.

What he aimed at was not the battlefield downstairs, but more Japanese infantry outside the battlefield. God knows if there will be any Japanese soldiers sniping at the officer?
All the defenders on the upper floor were hanging in the air, for fear that the Japanese army would shoot. All the light and heavy machine guns, including the 'iron head' machine guns, were aimed at the rear of the battlefield.

The Japanese don't even want their lives, so why should they face it?This is the most normal psychology.

But unfortunately, the Japanese army commander did not believe in evil!He didn't believe that he could win more than 30 Chinese in hand-to-hand combat with more than 20 infantrymen.

It's like two groups of people fighting, one side has been unable to win, and finally met what they are good at, no matter how you want to rely on this to find some ground to come back.

The Japanese Colonel who was beaten unconscious was actually stunned.

The remaining Japanese soldier was also considered tough. After Tang Dao killed another person so brutally, he threw away the gun that was not so easy to pull out, and rushed towards Tang Dao with his arms around him.

It was intended to win with Wang Baquan.

As long as he hugs Tang Dao, other colleagues who have already discovered the battlefield here will definitely be able to rush over. It doesn't take much time, just trap Tang Dao for two or three seconds.

Because on the battlefield at this time, the number of Chinese soldiers was already ten or so fewer, except for Tang Dao facing four, Lei Xiong fighting three against one, and Leng Feng fighting two Japanese soldiers inextricably. The Chinese soldiers were basically fighting in groups of two or three with the same number of Japanese soldiers.

The battlefield is not a play, and in just a few seconds, three pairs of fighting soldiers separated life and death.

Both sides stabbed with all their strength, without even parrying and dodging. While a rushing Chinese soldier was first pierced by a Japanese rifle with chest pains, his slightly hanging bayonet was also inserted into the Japanese soldier's lower abdomen.

The strength of the confrontation between the two people was so great that they couldn't even hold the gun in their hands, so they simply dropped the gun and came face to face.

This may also be the moment when the hostile soldiers of China and Japan were closest. The Chinese soldier who had lost most of his strength opened his mouth brazenly and bit the ear of the Japanese soldier who was also seriously injured.

The Japanese soldiers, who were howling in pain, stretched out their arms and hugged the Chinese soldiers tightly, and the two fell heavily to the ground.

Both sides had guns stuck in their chests and abdomens, they didn't roll, they just "hugged" each other tightly. The Chinese soldiers seemed to be completely "in love" with the Japanese soldiers, and kept their mouths next to their ears until there was no sound from both sides. together.

If someone checks carefully at this time, they will definitely see that the Chinese soldier has half an ear in his mouth, and a satisfied smile on his face.

That is, he has lost the strength to swallow, and he did not swallow that piece of fresh 'meat' just before death.

And the other two pairs were not much better. While a Chinese soldier clamped his arm against the bayonet stabbed by the opponent, his companion on the other side also stabbed the opponent's neck with a bayonet. Everyone was sprayed. Attracted by the three-meter-high blood column, no one knew what kind of sound the Japanese bayonet blade made when it rubbed against the Chinese soldier's arm.

I am afraid that only the soldier who experienced it personally knows that it is a strange sound of "quack". The sound made the soldier find the hind leg bones of pigs after the war to keep scratching them with a knife, and it was finally determined that, In order to make this kind of sound when the knife touches the bone, it must have fresh flesh and blood on it and must reach a certain speed.

Although the bones were scratched out by the blade, the Chinese soldier had to be glad that at least he was still alive.

His other two comrades-in-arms were much more unlucky. One died biting half of the opponent's ear, and the other was caught in a ditch during the charge, and unfortunately sent his entire body to the bayonet stabbed fiercely by the Japanese army.

He didn't even try to hand out the bayonet to his opponent, because he lost his balance, and his fragile neck was pierced by the Japanese bayonet.

The trachea and the severed aorta were picked out by the Japanese army with bayonet tips, and there were still gurgling blood bubbles. Even if he tried to cover it with his hands in vain, the blood spurted out desperately. With all the blood running out, he died of suffocation on the sand in front of the warehouse.

Cruel hand-to-hand combat has always been to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred!
Is there such a thing as victory?
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PS: In the comment area, I saw many readers say that I am water, but Fengyue really didn’t do it intentionally. Fengyue likes to describe the cruelty of war through detailed descriptions. I hope to use group portraits to reflect the difficulties of the ancestors of that era in war. Maybe Fengyue's writing skills are still so good, which makes everyone's reading experience not so good, Fengyue apologizes.But I still hope that book lovers will not give up on Fengyue, and follow Fengyue into the following stories. There will be Jinling, Taierzhuang in Xuzhou, Taihang Mountain, Shentouling, and many, many epic war stories.

This battle is almost over, there are still about ten cards left, believe Fengyue!

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