Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 561 Cruel Beauty
Toshiki Murakami used to be a typical islander with single eyelids and slender eyes, which were not too small when they were fully opened, but now they were extraordinarily large in Kuroki Rokuro's field of vision.

If you have to use a word to describe it, the Chinese often say 'eyes are like copper bells' may still be very accurate.

"Murakami-kun?" Kuroki Rokuro subconsciously got up and stepped forward, asking softly again.

The smoke from the burning firewood seriously impaired his sense of smell. Otherwise, the Japanese privates might not have to see too clearly to smell the strong smell of blood in the air.

He was greeted by a low voice from no companion, but a saber light swung from behind his companion.

Against the background of the fire in the stove, the light of the knife was a bit dazzling, and Kuroki Rokuro couldn't help blinking, but at that moment, a chill came from his neck.

Then, there was a stream of warmth flowing down the skin.

Kuroki Rokuro looked forward in a daze, and a tall man in a dark blue military uniform came out from behind Murakami Toshiki, and he lifted Murakami Toshiki who was completely limp and about to fall, gently Putting it against the wall beside the door, he looked at himself with cold and cruel eyes.

'Chinese! Kuroki Rokuro finally realized.

He opened his mouth to shout, but he couldn't make a sound. No matter how wide he opened his mouth, what fell on the ears of the Japanese upper class soldier was just a clucking sound like a crowing rooster, and the heat felt on the skin of his neck became even warmer.

If Kuroki Rokuro was given a mirror and he could see his own neck, maybe he would know why.

That knife not only cut off his aorta and trachea, but even cut his Adam's apple completely. The horrible wound seemed to have a big mouth on his neck. In fact, his head was only relying on the undamaged cervical spine. connected to the body.

And when he tried to open his mouth to shout, the man-made "big bloody mouth" on his neck opened even more ferociously, and the fresh muscle tissue squirmed and spewed out more blood, because the pressure inside the body cavity was far greater than the outside world , the blood from the severed artery spurted out even more, and then turned into a thin layer of blood mist and dispersed in the air.

Against the backdrop of the fire in the stove, the Japanese privates shrouded in blood mist had an unparalleled sense of beauty.

Brutal beauty!
Tang Dao looked coldly at the Japanese soldiers who were trying to make a "cluck" sound in the blood mist, and did not make any more moves.

He knew that the life of the Japanese army's top soldiers was dead.

The cause of death was not the huge wound that would make one's hair stand on end, but the horrible blood loss.

Just like slaughtering pigs during the Chinese New Year, a pig stabbed into the aorta will drain most of the blood in the body within a few minutes, and then become whiter than ever before.

The same goes for Japanese corporals!
All his struggles will only lead him to death more quickly. In less than thirty seconds, his brain will be hypoxic and fall into a coma due to lack of blood, and death will come peacefully.

Involuntarily stretched out his hand to cover his neck, the slippery and warm palm made Kuroki Rokuro, who had always been a little numb due to deep sadness, realize that his neck was cut off by the dazzling knife light.

"Am I going to die?" Kuroki Rokuro echoed such a signal in his mind.

But the miracle is that he didn't have any fear, perhaps, he no longer has to worry about how to face the three grief-stricken mothers!
Clutching his neck, Kuroki Rokuro slowly knelt down on the ground as his legs lost strength, and then lay quietly on the ground, a puddle of blood that was still rushing quickly accumulated on the ground.

Before falling into the final darkness, Kuroki Rokuro's mind was full of the appearance of the ancient cherry blossom tree at the entrance of the village in full bloom in spring. A gust of spring breeze blew, and the pink petals swayed and fell, falling on Sachiko's hairline and eyebrows.

Flowers are beautiful, people are more beautiful!

"This damn war!" Kuroki Rokuro wanted to scold.

It's a pity that what he made was still only a slight 'clack' sound, and then, there was complete silence.

Tang Dao was also a little surprised that the Japanese soldier greeted death so calmly and did not struggle in vain, but soon this completely useless thoughts for him were completely blocked, and he killed two people, and A full 18 Japanese soldiers were waiting for him.

The long-distance march of the Japanese army was exhausting enough, but the 20 troops could not guard all the roads entering the village. They only carried the Browning pistol and a [-]th saber Tang Dao that Tantai Mingyue stubbornly gave him before leaving. into the village.

The smoke from the Japanese army's fire may not be visible outside the village, but in the eyes of Tang Dao who is only 30 meters away, it is undoubtedly a guiding light.

However, even Tang Dao did not expect that these so-called elite Japanese soldiers would be so lax behind the enemy lines. In the entire courtyard, there were only two Japanese soldiers, one fell asleep leaning against the door, and the other quietly stoked fire in the stove. boiling water.

It was not difficult at all. Tang Dao covered the mouth of the sleeping Japanese soldier and pierced his heart from behind. The whole process never took more than 1.6 seconds. His strong arms and tall body lifted the Japanese soldier whose stature would never exceed [-] meters. In mid-air, all the struggles could only kick the air, and even the Japanese soldiers who were close at hand and concentrated on boiling water were not alarmed.

That is definitely a dull enough soldier, even facing a cruel death, he looks quiet and dull, Tang Dao can only give such a definition to Kuroki Rokuro, whose name he does not know.

But there is no doubt that the quiet death of the two Japanese soldiers provided him with a lot of convenience, especially when he saw the rice balls on the stove.

Tang Dao was busy in this simple kitchen with light hands and feet.

Tang Dao was very busy and cautious. Outside this small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River, there were as many as 18 Japanese soldiers guarding him.

The Japanese soldiers were not as lax as the two soldiers in the central courtyard. They basically entered a small courtyard in groups of three or four, and basically guarded the four sides of the small village. Because the courtyard wall and the house could not see the Tang Dao arranged by its personnel, it did not dare to attack rashly.

He couldn't guarantee that he would kill any group without making a sound, and that would most likely cause him to be blocked in a village he was also unfamiliar with by Japanese troops encircling from three other directions.

Even if Tang Dao didn't see the equipment of this team of up to 20 people, he knew that they must be equipped with at least one light machine gun and one grenadier. Those things were too threatening to him who only had one pistol.

And once the open fire started, he would have to fight at least a dozen Japanese soldiers in the village for several minutes before he could wait for support.

Tang Dao must be cautious, even if he is destined to fight, he must first minimize the threat.This small courtyard, which seems to be surrounded by four groups of Japanese troops, is actually the safest position for him and the most likely place for the Japanese army to lose vigilance.

Second Lieutenant Araki Tomodai, who was leaning against the wall more than 20 meters away from the small courtyard and had just rested for less than 5 minutes, was very tired. He was already very tired after getting to know them on the road.

All infantry squadrons refused to provide a complete squad to serve as the enemy's rear reconnaissance agent squad because of the large loss of personnel. Your Excellency, Major, was also very helpless. He had to transfer personnel from each squadron, and he, the former squad leader with less than 20 troops Unfortunately, His Excellency Major personally named him as the supreme officer of this temporary unit, and when he saw him off, he personally promised him that when he returned, he would replenish enough troops for him, and after the battle of Jiaxing, he would be promoted to lieutenant.

But for Second Lieutenant Araki, what he has to worry about is not what will happen in the future, but now, the unfamiliarity with each other has led to a decline in combat effectiveness.

The 20 people from the three infantry squadrons were naturally divided into three groups. Four people from the 1st infantry squadron took the initiative to go to the west of the village. Seven people from the 2nd infantry squadron went to the south of the village and four went to the north of the village. He, the commander from the 3rd Infantry Squadron, led the remaining 7 people, two of whom were responsible for boiling water and food, and five of them deployed defenses in the east of the village.

Kuroki and Murakami, the two stupid pigs who were in charge of boiling water, haven't sent any news so far. Could it be that they fell asleep?Thinking of this, Tomoda Araki, who was already extremely tired, became even angrier. If he hadn't needed to keep quiet enough, he would have roared on the spot, urging those two bastards!
"Go to two people and see if the hot water is ready!" Second Lieutenant Araki waved his hand and ordered several infantrymen who were still familiar with him.

The three soldiers holding guns against the gap in the courtyard wall did not move, and the other two soldiers who were sitting with Second Lieutenant Araki looked at each other helplessly and could only get up.

As the main shooter of the machine gun and the main shooter of the grenadier, the military rank of these two people is naturally higher than that of other ordinary Japanese soldiers, so they have the right to rest like the second lieutenant without warning.

But now, those three soldiers were all on guard duty, and there were only two of them left, and if they didn't want to move, they could only go there.

"You guys, you can't leave! Morita-kun, Kurobi-kun, you go!" Araki Tomodai waved his hand suddenly to stop them.

Subconsciously, the second lieutenant of the Japanese army kept the two strongest firepower shooters in the unit by his side, only in this way could he feel at ease.

The facts after 1 minutes proved that he was wise enough, otherwise, he would have lost the main shooter of the machine gun and the main shooter of the grenadier from the beginning of this battle, so how can we fight?
Of course, that was also the reason why he insisted on not leaving this deadly small village. Otherwise, when he found out that there was nothing to do and decided to escape, two Chinese signal soldiers with only shell guns would not be able to stop the dozen or so elite Japanese infantry soldiers who fled desperately.

(End of this chapter)