Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 178 Accidental Arrival
No matter how fearful and sad the Japanese army is.

The bright bayonet under the moonlight and the strong and substantive murderous intent are what they have to face.

The vast majority of the Japanese army chose to fight against the beasts. Some howled and rushed towards the stabbing cold light bravely, using their bodies as shields, and the moment the bayonet penetrated deeply into their bodies, they hugged the rifle tightly with both hands. In doing so, his unarmed colleagues might have the opportunity to snatch their rifles and strike back at their immediate foes.

In such a predicament, a group of second-line heavy soldiers can have such a choice, which shows the high level of training and strict military discipline of the Japanese army.

Of course, this is not all. There were also Japanese soldiers who chose to give up. Those inside the building ran out of the building, and those outside the building ran into the ruins, trying to escape the bloody killing battlefield that made people want to vomit.

There are also a few more scumbags who found that the Chinese were killing their lives with knives. After stabbing all those who tried to resist to death on the spot, they simply knelt down and raised their hands to surrender.

But regardless of the choice, what greeted them was the cold light of bayonets illuminated by the moonlight, and all the Chinese soldiers who participated in the battle received only one military order before entering the battlefield: "Kill all those who wear yellow uniforms, no matter who he is! "

As long as you want to live, you have to kill all the enemies here, and you can't make gunshots and explosions.

This was originally an impossible task, but under the ecstasy drug of the mysterious boss and the careful deployment and arrangement in advance, although there were some small mistakes, it was miraculously close to completion.

If it wasn't for the second lieutenant captain who fell asleep in the ranks of ordinary Japanese troops, pulled out his bastard box and shot Leng Feng who was viciously rushing towards him.

The Nanfang Fourteen pistol, which is famous for its love card on the Chinese battlefield, miraculously favored Lieutenant Hashimoto Taro on this night, and his gun rang.

The sound of the 'bang' gun directly sank the heart of Tang Dao, who was patrolling the battlefield outside the building to prevent any fish from slipping through the net.

He had to make a choice, whether to leave here before the Japanese army who was alarmed by gunshots a kilometer away came, or to go back to the tunnel and continue hiding.

But no matter which option is chosen, the probability of failure is more than 90.00%[-].

The Japanese army who came from the search found that their own logistics team had been wiped out, and they would inevitably invest in manpower to search this area. The wolf and blue dogs bred on the Japanese island have extremely strong olfactory organs.

And all the personnel involved in the battle were already stained with a strong smell of blood, and it was almost impossible to escape the tracking of the wolfhounds.

Fortunately, the sound of the Nanfang [-] pistol was not as sharp as the [-] rifle, and it was silent after only one shot. I don't know if it could be transmitted to the Japanese army station one kilometer away.

As for the concession a few hundred meters away, I believe that even if they heard gunshots and people screaming, they would not pay too much attention at night.

After all, this is a battlefield.

Tang Dao calmed down quickly, and immediately ordered Su Huikai, the second squad leader who was fleeing the Japanese army, to surround him with him outside the building, and let him lead Yang Xiaoshan and others to sneak to 800 meters away to set up a guard post. If there are signs of coming this way, immediately send someone back to report to him.

And the rest of the people don't have to go back, just evacuate on the spot. If there is a chance, they will sneak into the concession, even if they are detained by the concession, I believe the high-level officials in the concession will do their best to rescue them. made.

Su Huikai waited for the five people to hesitate for a few seconds before giving the order to leave, but seeing the firm eyes in their eyes when they left, Tang Dao knew that what he just said was probably in vain, and the probability of them leaving alone would not exceed a hundred ten out of ten.

Inside the building, Hashimoto Taro's gun rang out, but he missed the target in panic.

In other words, it was because his opponent was stronger than he expected.

Leng Feng is not as good as the individual king trained by the Chinese army with special means who has summed up nearly a hundred years of combat experience, and is not as good as Lei Xiong who has a foundation in martial arts. Being able to survive until now is not simply a matter of luck.

Once he enters the fighting state, his nerve reaction is 0.01 second faster than that of ordinary people. Don't underestimate this 0.01 second, maybe it can save your life at a critical time.

Therefore, at the moment Hashimoto Taro pulled the trigger, Leng Feng instinctively turned his body sideways, and the bullet passed his chest at high speed, causing a hole in the military uniform on his shoulder.

Leng Feng, who was covered in cold sweat, had red eyes. He was not afraid that he would be hit by a Japanese officer hidden in the ordinary Japanese army formation, but, like Tang Dao was afraid, what would he do if he alarmed the Japanese army one kilometer away? ?
Never letting the Japanese officer have time to fire a second shot should be the only thought in Leng Feng's mind at that moment.

The [-] bayonet held backwards in his hand raised Leng Feng's arm, which was still on his side, like a shock, and pierced Taro Hashimoto's chest with a sound of 'puchi'.

The severe pain in his chest made Hashimoto Taro subconsciously let go of the pistol, covered his chest with both hands, and then saw the big man gnashing his teeth and puffing his cheeks, rushing towards him with a very ferocious face.

I missed him and he stabbed me, why is he still so angry?
Hashimoto Taro can become the leader of the team, and his brains are obviously more flexible than most of the Japanese soldiers here.

In that instant, he actually figured out why Leng Feng was so angry.

Because of his gun, the Chinese have not fired yet. They must be afraid of alarming the rest of the imperial garrison not far from here.

Hashimoto Taro, who figured this out, was extremely regretful. If he didn't throw away his gun and fired a few shots in a row, the Chinese who came to attack them must be extremely desperate, even if they could really kill their entire logistics team. They must not be able to escape the encirclement and suppression of the main infantry.

Unfortunately, he lost his gun, and it was too late to regret it, and the enemy had already rushed over.

Taro Hashimoto was brave enough, knowing that he was doomed, he didn't care about the fatal wound on his chest, but let out an angry roar, and punched Leng Feng head-on, his nosebleeds splattered, and even two of his front teeth were smashed out, which didn't change this man. The second lieutenant of the Japanese army brazenly stretched out his arms to hug Leng Feng's thick waist.

He believed that as long as he slowed down his opponent for two seconds, the Taicang Sergeant who was following him would definitely pick up the stone in his hand and smash it on the Chinese soldier's head.

In that case, even if they can't avenge the whole team, as long as they can get rid of this powerful enemy, the Chinese will definitely feel heartbroken for a long time!

Very correct tactical choice.

If Leng Feng, the No. [-] figure, was really hit hard, the Chinese infantry company who was slaughtering the Japanese army would be absolutely heartbroken and hard to breathe.

At the moment when a person is on the verge of death, the full potential that bursts out is undoubtedly frightening. Hashimoto Taro's arms are like a pair of big iron pincers, firmly encircling Leng Feng's waist, even if Leng Feng hit his knee With the handle of the [-] bayonet, the bayonet penetrated into the body of the second lieutenant of the Japanese Army again. The shining tip of the bayonet protruded nearly ten centimeters from his back, and he still spitting blood from his mouth and did not let go.

Hashimoto Taro could feel the anger of the Chinese soldiers who were beating him crazily, but he couldn't feel his panic, and subconsciously looked to the side.

There, there was his fellow countryman from the same county, who was also his best friend. The reason why he didn't enjoy the privilege of being the captain and fell asleep alone at night was because he recalled his hometown with this sergeant until he fell asleep brazenly.

Despair enveloped his once hopeful eyes.

(End of this chapter)