Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 160 Sunny day, why is there rain

The indomitable stabbing method caused two Chinese soldiers to be killed and one injured in an instant.

On the other hand, the Japanese army lost both. Generally speaking, the Japanese army took advantage of it a little.

But that is the total number of Japanese troops killed by Tang Dao's three arrows. If the three people killed by Tang Dao and the one killed by Lei Xiong are added, the first meeting between the two sides will be a battle loss ratio of 2 to 6.

No, it should be considered 2 to 7.

Facing the Japanese soldiers who were rushing towards them with outstretched arms, Tang Dao had no time to wrestle with them. His left leg popped out suddenly, from bottom to top, and then slashed down, as fast as lightning.

In the eyes of others, it was as if he swung a big ax and slashed at the neck of the Japanese soldier who was only one meter away from him.

The Whip Kick of Free Fighting!
However, the force of the whip leg, which was still wearing Japanese leather boots, was so strong that the Japanese soldier fell silently like a piece of rotten wood, with his neck in a very strange posture, and his hands and feet twitched like sifting chaff.

That leg, which was like a battle-axe, directly kicked the Japanese soldier's fairly thick neck.

Obviously, it is impossible to live just by looking at the miserable state of twitching hands and feet.

The Japanese soldiers who saw this scene out of the corner of their eyes were all desperate.

It is not unheard of to kill people with bare hands, but human life is fragile if it is said to be fragile, but if it is said to be tenacious, it is also really tenacious. Some people can still stare at people with dozens of bullets in their bodies. They met a lot of Chinese soldiers like this.

But like Tang Dao, kicking a person's neck and kicking a strong soldier to death with one leg is the only thing I have seen in my life.

With a chill in his heart, this combat power is naturally not as good as before rushing over.

Back then it was 'onboard charge', and for the honor of the Imperial Army, they had to risk their lives, but now it was hand-to-hand combat, and killing the opponent could save their lives.

In the past, I didn't want to live, but now I can live. The psychological changes in this can be described as two completely different states of mind.

The Japanese army's offensive slowed down, but the morale of the Chinese soldiers who killed four Japanese soldiers in a row due to Tang Dao's great power was getting higher and higher. The Japanese army, which was more numerous than the Chinese soldiers, retreated again and again.

"Baga!" The Japanese commander who caught a glimpse of this scene suddenly had a fierce look in his eyes.

"Your Excellency, Captain" Jun Makino was keenly aware of the psychological changes in his stupid boss, and just wanted to speak.

However, another Japanese army commander got in at the temporary headquarters.

"Your Excellency, Chief of Staff, why are you here?" Jun Makino quickly stood up respectfully and greeted the Japanese army commander who walked in but had a serious face.

It was none other than Shaoxiong Kimura, Chief of Staff of the Infantry Brigade of the 36th Infantry Regiment.

Jiro Wakitata's military rank is the same as this one, and he is also an officer. Although he is his superior, the officer must have the reserve of an officer. He turned slightly and nodded, which is regarded as a greeting to the chief of staff of the brigade.

In the Chinese army, usually, the staff officer does not have a commander, and he does not fart loudly, but in the Japanese army, even if the staff officer wears a commander, he does not fart loudly.

Whether it is the brigade chief of staff or the division chief of staff, in front of the brigade and division chiefs who are one level or even two levels higher than them, they are the role of logistics directors.

In other words, in the Japanese army at all levels, the top leaders basically set the tone, raise their hands, and clap their shoulders, but there is nothing democratic or undemocratic.

The chief of staff is generally a transitional role, and the wing captains below naturally don't have much respect for them.

Obviously, Shaoxiong Kimura was not surprised by this treatment, and after nodding as a gift in return, he turned his attention to the distant battlefield.

Wakibajiro and Makino Shun looked at each other, feeling a little nervous.

Although they are respectful and respectful because their authority is not enough to suppress them, since this person came to the front line in person, he would like to come to the brigade and division headquarters to pay attention to the war at the Sixing Warehouse.

That's natural.

A few days ago, the Chinese defenders had a large number of troops. It is understandable that the 36th Infantry Regiment suffered huge losses but could not make any progress. But today is different, but there are more than 100 Chinese soldiers. They have been waiting all morning. Not receiving the good news that the 36th Infantry Regiment had conquered the position, it was somewhat overwhelming.

Even if he knew that the representative of the brigade and division came to supervise the battle, the battle situation was still in a state of anxiety, and the Japanese commander and lieutenant commander really didn't find an opportunity to report the battle situation for a while.

Kimura Shaoxiong is cautious in the brigade and regiment department, but it doesn't mean he is still like this in the regiment department. Why can't he have the temperament of the chief of staff?

He didn't bother to ask the two who were obviously a little guilty, but picked up the binoculars to observe the battlefield on their own.

Then, his brows furrowed deeply.

The battle situation in front of the warehouse has become intense.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tang Dao, who kicked the Japanese soldier's neck off, caught sight of a soldier on his side being stabbed in the abdomen by a Japanese rifle.

Some anxious Japanese soldiers could only ruthlessly kick and kick on the chest of the soldiers who were not letting go, mouthfuls of blood gushed out from the mouths of the thin Chinese soldiers.

Tang Dao grieved in his heart!

"Kill!" With a roar, holding a [-] rifle left by the Japanese army in each hand, he rushed into the battlefield like a madman.

This time, Tang Dao didn't use a gun or a knife, but a mace.

What is held is the barrel of the gun, the back of the bayonet is close to the elbows, and the heavy jujube wood butt is used as the hammer to enter the battlefield.

After rebirth, he even surpassed the great strength of his previous life, which was brought into full play by the furious Tang Dao.

For example, the Japanese soldier who was still kicking his opponent's chest and trying to draw his gun out had no time to react, and the Tang Dao who rushed towards him swung a 'pat' on the face.

The whole face was flattened.

That is, all the protrusions on the face, whether it is the nose or the teeth or the forehead, are kept at the same level as the eye sockets.

The blood may not be sprayed much, but because the fragile eyeballs couldn't stand such a huge force, they were sprayed directly from the eye sockets for several meters, and were trampled into meat paste by a Japanese soldier who evaded with a wrong step.

That tragic scene made those who witnessed it feel chills down their backs.

The Chinese soldier, who had been kicked for countless times without falling, finally fell down, on his back.

His eyes were not closed, looking at the blue sky, but there was a faint smile on his face.

Tang Dao turned his head and walked away without looking at his soldier's eyes that were gradually fading. When he met the Japanese soldier, he hit him with a ruthless stick.

Originally, stabbing saved more time and space, but when the strength reached a certain level, these were no longer a problem. When the bayonet was still [-] centimeters away from his chest, the butt of his reversed rifle had already been smashed. To the heads of the Japanese army.

The muffled sound of "Boom" could almost penetrate hundreds of meters away into the crowd watching the battle between China and Japan.

Even if you can't hear the sound, you can know how powerful the stick is from the hard sawdust of the jujube wood gun stock flying across and the Japanese infantry's shortness.

brutal!It's really brutal!

No one can describe the scene before them.

It can be said that from the moment Tang Dao killed the four Japanese soldiers alone, there was no suspense about the victory of the hand-to-hand combat.

When he entered the battle group with two long guns in his hands in an almost exaggerated posture, it only accelerated the defeat of the Japanese army.

Finally, when Tang Dao hit hard, he held the gun with both hands to the top of his head in an attempt to block the blow. The Japanese army's spear smashed into a "V" not to mention his shoulder, and his miserable howl resounded throughout the whole world. After the battlefield, the remaining five Japanese troops finally collapsed.

They ran away without looking back, even knowing that there was a machine gun behind them that could shoot them into chaff, they still ran away without hesitation.

It was better to die under a bullet than to face that Chinese devil.

At least three of his companions were knocked down by him and died of pain, or they were not dead yet, they were still twitching unconsciously on the ground like chickens that hadn't let out their blood.

The three Japanese adjutant officers in the distant regiment headquarters were all stunned.

They probably never thought that in group hand-to-hand combat, the warriors of the Empire's army would lose so badly.

There are more than 30 khakis and only five people left, and the opponent has more than 20 people, but there are still more than a dozen people standing.

"The sun is good, don't chase after the poor, come back to me and find the brothers!" Lei Xiong, who was already drenched in sweat, sat down on the ground, panting. "I want to take them home!"

Although not as powerful as the crazy Tang Dao, Lei Xiong, who single-handedly fought three Japanese soldiers and successfully assassinated them one by one, killed a total of four Japanese soldiers in this battle, an absolute super fierce man.

"Heavy machine gun, shoot, shoot them to death!" Wakibajiro roared in the headquarters like a wild beast out of control.

"Such an enemy deserves our army's respect." Kimura Shaoxiong objected solemnly. "They are warriors. We cannot do this dishonorable act in front of the Western media. Wherever the honor of the Imperial Army was lost, we will find it back there."

Well, another idiot who wants to save face has come!This was Makino Jun who kept his head down and said nothing.

The Imperial Army, here, is there any honor?

Won, hand-to-hand combat won.

For all the Chinese, the rushing Japanese army ran away, and the counterattacking Chinese army naturally won.

However, although the face of the lieutenant colonel watching the battle did not change, the palm of the fist was already dripping with blood.

He gripped it so tightly that his nails dug into his palm without realizing it.

The pain in the palm is far less than the pain in the heart.

His soldiers fell before his eyes.

But he can only watch, this is the most painful thing in his heart!
The Chinese people should have cheered at this time.

But, it was extremely quiet.

They watched, looked at those dark blues who were still alive, picked and rummaged through the pile of corpses.

They watched, watched them try hard to move out the dark blue that was tightly entangled with the Japanese army, but the two of them hugged so tightly, as if they were deeply in love with each other in another world , but in fact they are enemies of life and death, and there is still a small half of an ear dangling in the dead dark blue mouth.

The soldiers had to use knives to cut off the tightly knit fingers of the Japanese soldiers before dragging their dead comrades out alone.

They watched, watching the dark blues carrying the silent dark blue figure with their heads down on their backs, holding their guns, and walking towards the warehouse with difficulty.

Except for two who were carried by their comrades and could still hold their own guns tightly with their hands, the other eight, their hands and heads, were all drooping, like puppets that had lost their silk threads.

This was originally a great victory. The Chinese used their own knives to tell the whole world that without aircraft and cannons, the Japanese were only mediocre.

The so-called samurai spirit is weak in front of the bayonets of Chinese soldiers.

But why, the clear sky will rain?
Otherwise, what is it that wets your skirt and mine?
(End of this chapter)