Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 177 No gun is a man's deepest fear!
Class [-], no, it should be called Class [-] and Class [-] now, and they have a new class leader.

The new squad leader is not an old man from the original third squad, but he is one of the most outstanding performers in this warehouse guard battle.

Su Huikai, a Cantonese from Foshan, has the most typical height and appearance in southern China. She is only 1.6 meters tall and has a dark complexion. She looks the most ordinary.

Su Huikai, who has always been the deputy shooter of a light machine gun, is unknown in Leng Feng's row, and her military rank was only first class before.

But it was this small man who shined brilliantly in the hand-to-hand fight in front of the warehouse. Not only did he kill his opponent cleanly, but he still had enough energy to assist his comrades in killing three Japanese invaders in a row. Casualties at least two more.

It can be said that his hand-to-hand combat record is almost comparable to that of Leng Feng who killed two Japanese invaders.

Later, when Tang Dao took the time to ask, he realized that this person was still the heir of Wing Chun, and he turned out to be a legendary martial arts master.

On the afternoon of October 10st, the sergeant squad leader who replaced Li Jiujin was seriously injured and died, so Tang Dao directly transferred him from the first row to serve as the squad leader, which was also a reward for him.

With the original outstanding record as the foundation, and Tang Dao personally ordered, the third class, the proud soldiers who were originally directly under Tang Dao's management, were naturally convinced.

According to the predetermined plan, the second squad will go to touch the gun first, and the rest of the groups will enter the killing scene according to the plan.

Su Huikai lived up to Tang Dao's expectations. Her short stature looked like a ghost under the moonlight. Before the Japanese army noticed anything, she threw the five drums of enchanting incense into the bonfire.

After waiting another full 15 minutes, the remaining 14 people in the second class were dispatched under his leadership.

But what is surprising is that they did not drag the guns into the corner and hide them according to the plan, but each of them took five or six shots to the side of the tunnel quietly.

Seeing these gangsters painstakingly moving the devil's guns like little mice working hard at night, even a hero like Leng Feng couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

The tunnel lacks everything, except guns, okay?In consideration of future combat needs, all the riflemen were replaced with Japanese-style [-] rifles. There are still hundreds of Chinese-style rifles piled up in the secret room in the tunnel!
"Platoon leader, keep it, keep it, just in case it's useful!" Su Huikai looked at the speechless Leng Feng, and honestly said her most simple reason.

Scared of being poor, this is Su Huikai's psychological appeal to work tirelessly to bring the stolen rifle.

This is just a small episode, the Japanese soldiers who were hypnotized into a deeper sleep with the effect similar to sleeping pills snored one by one, and there would be knowledge that the guns had been stolen by the 'immoral' Chinese.

Seeing that the plan was going smoothly, the two bosses Tang Dao and Lei Xiong went into battle with their shirts off and were responsible for dealing with the three Japanese sentries who were also drowsy and asleep.

Unlike Tang Dao, Lei Xiong has received assassination training and knows where people can enter the state of death in the shortest time.

For example, Tang Dao chose to stab the back of the Japanese sentry with a knife while standing with his back facing him. In fact, he kept dozing off the back of the head of the Japanese sentry with a rifle. It's a mess.

In just one second, the Japanese soldier will enter a state of brain death, even if his heart is still beating due to inertia.

Lei Xiong's handling was much rougher. He stretched out his thick arms and quietly wrapped them around the Japanese soldier's neck. Before the Japanese sentry, who was awakened by the shadow of death, opened his eyes, he covered his mouth with one hand, and then exerted force with his arms. Le.

The short Japanese soldier was lifted up in the air by a 1.7 meter tall man from Shaanxi. His hands tried in vain to push Lalei Xiong's domineering forearm, but it was useless. He kicked fiercely with his legs, but he could only kick the air.

And all struggling for life can only hasten his death.Because the harder you work, the more oxygen you consume, but because your mouth and nose are tightly covered, you have already lost the source of oxygen.

So, within thirty seconds, the desperately struggling Japanese sentinel turned into a salted fish, the smelly kind.

After losing control of the muscles, feces and urine burst out, which is one of the typical characteristics of the dead.

Soon, Tang Dao killed one of the group, and knocked out the other two Japanese soldiers with heavy blows. Su Huikai, who was following behind, led Yang Xiaoshan, and frothed at the mouth of the two as before carrying a gun. The Japanese army brought back the tunnel.

This made Leng Feng, who was sitting in the rear, want to complain again. I don't lack Japanese guns here, let alone Japanese people.

However, thinking that he might be able to get something useful out of the Japanese mouths, Lieutenant Leng still did it himself, tied two Japanese soldiers who were stunned by a big fist into a meat dumpling, and stuffed two pieces of meat into their mouths by the way. Big lump - stinky socks.

The original socks of Li Jiujin, the second platoon leader.

The moment the cautious veteran took off with a smile on his face, more than half of the soldiers at the tunnel entrance collectively held their breath.

This should be the legendary sauce-flavored type!

Lei Xiong also successfully solved the other group with the assistance of two big-armed soldiers.

A logistics team with more than 100 troops dispatched a total of three groups of six sentries, one group inside the building and two groups outside the building. Even if it was behind them, it was an extremely stupid decision, so they Will pay for their stupidity with their lives.

Following Leng Feng's order, everyone rushed to their goal according to the plan.

A dark night slaughtering of pigs started.

It's just that killing people is not killing pigs after all, even if it's really a hundred pigs where you can kill them, it's not so easy.

Facts have proved that even those who enter the killing field can be called excellent fighters, who can kill more than ten people with rifles and machine guns, but killing people with bayonets and killing people with bullets are two completely different feelings.

Especially when you stab the heart of the human body with a knife, you need to cover the enemy's mouth with your hands to prevent him from making a sound, while the warm and greasy blood is surging in your palm, the human body is like having its neck cut The chicken wants to thump desperately, but you must not use your body to hold him down and feel the final struggle of life, you really need enough courage.

Not everyone can become a qualified butcher. Even if you are face to face, you can roar and stab the bayonet into the enemy's chest, but that is a life-and-death struggle, rather than feeling the enemy's body slowly stop trembling and then continue repeat.

That kind of feeling, for a person who is not psychologically distorted, really requires incredible tenacity to keep from breaking down.

Even a butcher will turn a blind eye to the howling of pigs and sheep after a long time.

But this is obviously not what these soldiers of hundreds of battles are good at.

Therefore, just 2 minutes later, a soldier loosened his hand covering the mouth and nose of the Japanese soldier, and the sound of the Japanese soldier's painful howling pierced the night sky.

The Japanese army was awakened.

But waking up with a start does not mean that the nightmare is over, or rather, that is the real beginning of the nightmare.

They may want to envy those companions who were slaughtered in their sleep without knowing anything, and belched when they fell asleep, how beautiful.

It's not like them, who have to accept the devastation from the heart before dying.

The Chinese who are full of malice and hideous faces holding rifles as if they came from hell are not the biggest source of fear.

Even under the command of the chief, a row of bayonets stabbed over like grass men, and the blood flashed in an instant, and the terrible howl sounded like entering a pig slaughterhouse.

That's not scary, what's scary is that when they subconsciously ran to the place where they fired their guns before falling asleep.

Where's the gun?

Where is my gun?

A group of men without guns were crying in the cold wind, like a group of young quail facing a flock of eagles.

This is not fair!

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