Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 179 It Will Always Come Back
The fellow countrymen and friends in the eyes of the second lieutenant of the Japanese army did not raise the stone in his hand as he imagined.

Not for not being brave enough.

Instead, he had no chance.

A bayonet pierced directly into his body like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter from a slanted stab. Hashimoto Taro couldn't believe that he was the one who claimed to kill the most Chinese in the squadron. Sergeant of Taicang.

As the No.16 division directly under the supply unit, Hashimoto Taro was stationed in Northeast China for a year when he was serving as a sergeant.

That was not a year of fooling around. The resistance of the Chinese in the Northeast never stopped, and the Kwantung Army's battle to wipe out the Chinese rebels never stopped.

Although he did not go to the front line to fight against the Chinese, he still carried out the task of clearing up the Chinese mountain villages that supported the Chinese rebels. Taicang Jingguchi was the sharpest knife in his unit, and the Chinese civilians who died under his bayonet did not say much. There are also a dozen people.

Why is such a brave and even ruthless soldier howling so loudly?

Soon, he knew the answer.

"Since you are so brave, let me show you your so-called bravery." Leng Feng, who had stopped beating him violently, stretched out his hand, grabbed his hair, raised his head and turned it towards his friend, incomparably Cruelly let him watch how his friend was killed.

The Chinese soldier's bayonet did not stab the chest, but pierced obliquely upwards from the ribs. As the Chinese soldier turned his wrist violently, the bayonet that entered the body rubbed against the ribs, making an unforgettable sound.

That, is not only the sound of death, but also torture, the torture before death.

That really hurts!

This scene reminded Taro Hashimoto of how Taicang Iguchi killed the Chinese boy who dared to spit at them in front of the villagers in that mountain village a few years ago.

He was stabbed one after another like this, and the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy rolled all over the ground in pain, and then he stepped on his head and stabbed again, without dying, and stabbed again.

The boy kept calling his mother, but was overwhelmed by his laughter until the boy died.

The Chinese wailed and cried, but no one dared to step forward, because there were two machine guns and dozens of rifles in front of them, and if they dared to move, the whole village would be killed.

But now, this scene miraculously reappeared, except that killing and being killed were reversed, the person who had killed was being rewarded by the same or even crueler methods, and the audience was still him.

The soldier who stabbed into the body of the Japanese soldier was Gu Xishui, one of the twelve soldiers who participated in hand-to-hand combat with Tang Dao Lengfeng and returned intact.

Unlike the vast majority of soldiers who join the army because of their livelihood, Gu Xishui's family background is well-off. In the future, he is a typical rich second generation. You can know his family background and education just by hearing his poetic name.

In September [-], Gu Xishui was sent to Jinling by his family to study. For the first time, the children of rich families who did not like to study saw how they cried for the loss of the Northeast from their teachers and classmates, and for the first time they had a home country. world concept.

Two years later, the Battle of Rehe broke out, and the 17-year-old boy had blue hair on his lips, and because he had received the most advanced education, he had more thoughts about the nation.

In another year, the young people who graduated from the school were successfully admitted to Jinling University, the highest university in China at that time, but the 88th Division of the Yulin Army also recruited troops at the same time. Gu Xishui, who felt that pens could not save China but only guns, made an order Unbelievable decision, not to go to college, to join the army.

And all of this was done without telling the truth from his parents. When his parents found out, it was already Gu Xishui's second year in the army, and it was a done deal.

It stands to reason that Gu Xishui has a flexible mind, hard training, and knowledge, which is a good material for a soldier. Even if such a soldier has never been to a military academy, it will be no problem to be promoted to a sergeant in three years.

But Gu Xishui, who just left school and entered the military camp, has the common problem of most passionate youths, being too idealistic.

Seeing that some officers in the army were corrupt and embezzled, they couldn't help complaining in private. It happened to be heard by the battalion commander, and he was sent directly to the supplementary regiment. It was not until the early stage of the Songhu War that the 88th Division was in urgent need of supplementary troops, so they were recruited under Leng Feng's command. , The military rank is only the first class given according to the military age.

The experience of staying in the supplementary group for more than two years has polished off the edges and corners of the former passionate youth, but it has not broken his blood and fighting spirit.

After several battles in the first-line army, no one dared to underestimate Gu Xishui, a second-line soldier from the supplementary regiment.

His shooting and stabbing are all top choices. Surviving the brutal hand-to-hand combat a few days ago has already proved his strength.

Gu Xishui knew that his operation just now undoubtedly hurt the blade.

His squad leader used the gaps in the battle to tell him how to avoid the hard bones from piercing the soft muscle tissue in case of hand-to-hand combat. Firstly, it can kill the opponent better, and secondly, it can avoid the bayonet rolling the blade.

The performance of the official rifle is good, but the steel quality of the bayonet is far inferior to that of the opponent's [-]-style bayonet, and the Japanese army likes to wrap thick thousand needles or protective gear on the waist and abdomen. But it is his own life.

But he wanted to be so willful today.

Firstly, it was because the battle was coming to an end, secondly, he was using the opponent's [-] bayonet with excellent steel quality, and thirdly, it was more important, he wanted to seek justice for his squad leader.

The veteran who taught him how to survive on the battlefield died a month ago.

It was a dark battle. The Japanese army charged countless times, and they repelled the Japanese attack countless times until Company Commander Shangguan Yun gave the signal to retreat to the second-line trench.

The twelve members of his infantry squad, except for the five who died in that battle, basically all came back, but the veteran squad leader did not come back, he stayed and shot a magazine at the Japanese army.

There was no way, on such an anxious battlefield, even if they were retreating, they couldn't swarm back, that would cause a rout, and someone had to suppress the Japanese attack to give the retreating main force time.

The veteran could have returned from his mission, under the cover of his own men who had settled down and started shooting again, but a goddamn grenade exploded beside him, shattering one of his legs.

He wanted to crawl back to the position, but Gu Xishui can assure you that he saw it, saw that his squad leader was still crawling.

But the Japanese army came too fast, they rushed into the first line of trenches and found the veterans who were still crawling not far away.

The Japanese army can shoot and kill their own enemies. When the two armies fight, either you die or I die. Chinese soldiers found that such Japanese troops would do the same.

But the Japanese army did not, probably because the attack on this day caused them too much damage, and they chose the most cruel method.

First they shot and broke the veteran's arm and lost all combat power, then they rushed three or four people, held down the struggling veteran, disarmed him, and threw his grenades and bullet belts into the trench.

Then, with five rifles inserted into his body, despite his painful writhing, he was lifted up just like that, like a victory flag, to demonstrate to the Chinese soldiers more than 200 meters away.

A few minutes later, the only intact left hand of the veteran who had bled out of blood hung down.

Gu Xishui will never forget that scene, the veteran waved his hand in the direction of himself and others, signaling them not to look.

What a cruel scene, it was so cruel that Gu Xishui dreamed at night. When he dreamed of the veteran squad leader, he only saw his waving palm, but could not see his face.

He vowed that one day, he would return the knife that the Japanese invaders had imposed on the squad leader, and treat cruelty with even more cruelty.

Defensive warfare, can only desperately shoot empty bullets;

In hand-to-hand combat, he has no chance.

But now, the opportunity has come.

Therefore, Gu Xishui deliberately avoided the vital points of the chest, and chose the ribs, which are the strongest in the Japanese army's body, and stabbed from bottom to top, using all his strength.

The bayonet touched the hard bone, but it could not stop the bayonet of a 20-year-old boy with all his strength. The bayonet penetrated obliquely into the chest cavity of the Japanese Sergeant Cao. Gu Xishui could clearly hear the sound of the bayonet rubbing against the bone. The sound is great.

However, this is not enough.

When most of the bayonet blade sank into the chest of the Japanese soldier Cao, Gu Xishui twisted it with all his strength, breaking a few ribs of the Japanese soldier again, and at the same time, the sharp bayonet even stirred up the soft viscera in the Japanese soldier's chest.

"Damn it, does it hurt?" Gu Xishui asked.

Although he knew that the short guy on the opposite side must be in pain, he definitely couldn't understand.

"Kill me! Kill me!" Hashimoto Taro's eyes were red, trying not to watch such a cruel scene, but that powerful palm just fixed his head like this, and his strength was getting stronger and stronger. Weak, even if he roared with all his strength, there was not much movement.

"Hehe, do you want to die?" Leng Feng, who was also somewhat violent because of losing his younger brother, sneered. "That's easy!"

With his left hand, he drew out the knife stuck in Taro Hashimoto's chest, and the blood gushed out from his head. Taro Hashimoto's legs softened and he knelt down.

Then, the light of the knife flashed, and Leng Feng stabbed Hashimoto Taro's face with a knife.

The last image that flashed in the mind of the second lieutenant of the Japanese army was that the cruel Chinese soldier exerted all his strength, and the knife blade cut a big opening from the ribs to the abdomen, and all kinds of strange-shaped organs rushed to squeeze out, which was as big as the world. , I want to see the sense of the picture.

Two good friends went to drink tea with their Amaterasu almost at the same time.

Not only did Leng Feng and Gu Xishui feel no disgust at the bloody scene they had caused, they even looked at each other and let out a sigh of relief. When dealing with cruel enemies, only by being more cruel than them can they get rid of their respective demons .

This is war, which makes death more cruel and makes people more cruel.

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PS: Today, the computer broke down, and the background of the starting point is always unable to log in. After nearly an hour of tinkering, it can finally be updated. Today is Children's Day. First, I wish children who are about the same age as Fengyue a happy holiday. Also, six It's Children's Day, can't you count the tickets for Fengyue?Monthly tickets and recommended tickets are all available.

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