Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 304 Don't Mess With Me, I'll Splash Blood On Your Face
Zhao Daqiang is not a tough guy who suddenly became soft when he was originally strong.

Instead, be angry with your own judgment.

The tough guy was not defeated by the bullets of the Japanese army, but was defeated by the power of the gas bombs. These Zhao Daqiang can even understand.

Although he didn't know what kind of damage the gas bomb would cause to the human body, he followed Liu Yuqing and heard Tang Dao talk about the power of the gas bomb. It can cause permanent fibrosis to the internal organs, and those who survived by chance will also suffer from the sequelae caused by the poisonous gas for a long time, and finally die in endless torture.

Just thinking about the sight that that thing can turn your heart, liver and lungs into rotten wood is enough to make people feel chills all over the body, not to mention the inhuman pain suffered by the people in it because of the poisoning.

He could understand that the soldier chose to surrender because of this terrible chemical weapon and turned into a softie, but he asked the division to send troops to rescue the softie.

Others don't know Liu Yuqing, but how could the security squad leader who has followed him for almost five years not know?Zhao Daqiang believed that he would send someone to rescue him.

It's just that, spending dozens or even hundreds of lives to save a softie, how does this make him explain to the master and those who risked their lives to come here?
Can't explain.

At that moment, the squad leader of the guard, who was almost suffocated by his wrong judgment, had quietly picked up the [-] cover, and he wanted to kill that bastard.

Not because he was weak in the end, but because he saved those soldiers who were about to leave the city later, for this reason, he even would rather throw his own life in this block.

Zhao Daqiang knew that when he shot this shot, the Japanese soldiers who were only 20 meters away from him would chase him frantically. No matter how strong he was, he would not be the opponent of dozens of Japanese soldiers.

But, he still chooses to do so.

Everyone has to pay for their wrong choices. On the battlefield, there is nothing but one life.

Zhao Daqiang's sight was locked on the head of the man who was already standing on the cornice with his back against the pagoda.

With his marksmanship, let alone tens of meters, even if the distance is four or five times longer, he can still smash that young face with one shot.

But, he didn't pull the trigger after all.

It was not because Zhao Daqiang was afraid of death, but because he found that he seemed to have missed something.

The teacher once taught him: Sometimes, seeing is not necessarily believing. If you want to know the truth, calm down a little bit, wait a bit, maybe you will find something else.

It is not only the experience of a lieutenant general who has been in the army for decades, but also the life wisdom of a middle-aged man who has gone through wind and rain.

Zhao Daqiang took out the binoculars he had borrowed from the security regiment before he left. The quadruple binoculars were clear enough to show the face of the young second lieutenant of the security regiment who had been smoked to blackness before his eyes.

The thick gunpowder color on his face proved that he had just tried his best at the top of the tower. Two or three hundred bullets were shot by three different guns in a short period of time. It is not a small burden on the elite infantry, let alone A militia officer with absolutely insufficient training.

But apart from those, the scary egg-sized blisters on his face are the most palpitating. Zhao Daqiang knew that it was a sign that the poisonous gas had entered his body. It proves that he is enduring great physical pain.

A surrendered soldier, a softie, is it necessary to maintain this kind of calm?
No need, he can rush into the pagoda right now, rush out of the upper level of the pagoda, which is still filled with poisonous gas, and ask the Japanese army to wash his body with clean water to reduce the pain.

Zhao Daqiang also believed that the Japanese who chose to capture a living surrendered soldier would do so, and would even give certain medical treatment, if the Japanese here were not so short-sighted.

And the Japanese commander who ordered to stop shooting and accept the surrender has shown enough foresight.

Zhao Daqiang, who discovered the clue, chose to continue to observe until he saw the eyes of the second lieutenant of the security regiment.

He knew what he had missed, it wasn't what the teacher taught him.

The eyes of the second lieutenant of the security regiment.

The eyes are the windows of the human soul, and most of the emotions that are churning in the heart will be reflected from the eyes.

Even if it is a beast, before it is about to hurt someone, its eyes will burst out with a fierce light.

If the second lieutenant wanted to survive, what occupied his heart at this time must be panic, because he didn't know how his future fate would be arranged by the Japanese.

Just like when humans fear death, what is behind death?No one has an answer.

The greatest fear of human beings actually comes from the unknown.

However, the man at this moment, his eyes are too calm.

At such a time, there is only one kind of person who can keep his eyes so calm.

A person who doesn't care much about the unknown fate.

Even Zhao Daqiang, whose heart trembled suddenly, saw a trace of joy in his extremely calm eyes.

That's when he watched two Japanese soldiers and a cowering interpreter make their way down the tower to surrender.

What is he happy about?Is it because I can finally leave this poisonous stupa?
Then, Zhao Daqiang's thinking stopped here, and the guard squad leader lying in the ruins was like a sculpture, frozen!

What the Japanese were yelling in the distance, he didn't hear a word, because all his mind was occupied by the target he was going to kill to make up for his mistake.

Komura Xiongyi, who had already walked to the 30-meter area in front of the pagoda, looked up at the man who was still standing tall on the pagoda. Looking at his calm and upright body, his heart trembled for no reason.

That was an iron-blooded soldier who could stand against dozens of his own with his own strength. Did he really lose all his fighting spirit just like that?

Wait, why is there smoke coming from his back?The poisonous gas has not been fired for a while, why is it still so active?
"Everyone stop approaching, let the Chinese walk down the pagoda by themselves, and take off their military uniforms before they can be surrendered!" Komura Xiongyi couldn't help but stop and shouted loudly.

At the same time, out of trust in his own intuition, the Japanese army sergeant hid against a broken wall.

Japanese veterans are cautious enough.

However, out of the excitement of being able to capture a Chinese prisoner with their own hands, two grenadier soldiers and two Japanese infantrymen, relying on their own protective clothing and fearless of a large amount of sinking poisonous gas, have strode towards the stupa.

There is a Chinese saying: If you take too many steps, you will easily fall into trouble.

But at this time, I'm afraid it's not as simple as pulling eggs.

"That bastard down there, do you know what I'll tell them if I get into trouble?" Crow shouted at the translator who was already very close.

The interpreter raised his head knowingly, probably because he is used to the Chinese people calling him that.Doggy is almost synonymous with him.

"Don't mess with me, my life is cheap. If you mess with me, blood will splash on your face." A strange smile floated on Crow's face.

The translator stayed.

Who can say this, isn't he just a green-skinned gangster?
Then, the translator who looked up blankly saw that the man who was chatting calmly with him just now jumped up.

Without hesitation, it was like a sharp arrow galloping downwards, resolutely hitting him and several Japanese soldiers.

Yes, in Zhao Daqiang's almost frozen pupils, the soldier dressed in the uniform of the second lieutenant of the security regiment was like an arrow, shooting towards the ground from a height of more than 20 meters.

Unprecedented determination.

The Japanese army who came in stride was stunned!
All the Japanese soldiers in the distance were stunned!
The Chinese soldiers crouching in the ruins stood still!
Everyone in the audience was stunned.

No one knows, and no one will know again, why this man who used his body as an arrow said goodbye to this world in such a decisive way.

If Zhao Daqiang was allowed to choose, even if he was poisoned to death, he would continue to fight against the Japanese invaders based on the pagoda until the moment before he died, and then fired the grenade.

He will not leave his life to the Japanese, not even his body.

However, the crow chose such an incomprehensible way to turn itself into an arrow and shoot at the Japanese under the pagoda.

It wasn't until the moment before he was about to fall to the ground that the four grenades stuck in his waist exploded, and his body was instantly wiped out, maybe Zhao Daqiang understood his approach.

This may not be the most powerful arrow in the world, but it is definitely the most tragic arrow.

He uses dynamite as a bow, and his own flesh and bones as arrows, blooming arrows.

Bloody rain!
It's just that it was a rain of blood that took the initiative to walk into death and bring about death.

Several Japanese soldiers and translators who were still seven or eight meters away from him were wounded one after another by the arrow of a warrior who was caught off guard by such an arrow of flesh and blood.

The protective clothing that can block the poisonous gas was punched with small holes under the flesh and bone fragments that were driven out by the explosives.

Perhaps because of the distance, although they were not injured, the cries and howls of several Japanese soldiers could pierce the sky.

Zhao Daqiang couldn't understand what they were shouting, but he knew why they were so afraid.

Because there, the poisonous gas is being infiltrated downward by the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Within a radius of 20 meters centered on the pagoda is the restricted area of ​​life.

The rain of blood splashed by the explosion was scattered in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The Japanese soldiers tens of meters away all made tactical evasive actions at the moment when the blood rain splattered, and even Komura Kumaichi, who had already hidden his body, unconsciously touched his face.

It was as if the Chinese blood had splashed on his face through tens of meters of void.

As he said, the crow poohed the faces of all the Japanese present with his blood.

The most ordinary militia officer, someone who would not be wanted by the regular army, used his body as a carrier to turn into the most brilliant fireworks outside Songjiang City at this rainy noon.

Behind the telescope, a teardrop rolled down, drawing a clear tear trail on the dirty and almost frozen face.

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PS: Brothers, another 3000-word chapter has been delivered, and I hope that some book friends will not be disappointed. Crow Fengyue has used a lot of pen and ink. He represents thousands of little people who participated in the war. The most ordinary group of people in the war, but they once fought bravely for this country and sacrificed, this is what Fengyue wants to express.

Fengyue also wants to use this to tell book friends that the main reason why that great war can persist to the end is sacrifice.

Millions of sacrifices were exchanged for victory. It is cruel, but it is the truth.

Thank you for liking the story of Fengyue, really, thank you very much!

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