Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 687
Regardless of his young age, Tudou is already a veteran.

He shrank vigilantly behind the stone, reloaded the magazine, pulled the bolt, listened to the movement, held his breath and searched for all the living animals in his field of vision with the corner of his eye.

Under extreme tension, the human brain will secrete a substance called endorphin, which has six times the sedative and pain-relieving effects of morphine, and can even increase the body's agility and strength. To put it bluntly, it can stimulate the body's potential.

Tudou's hearing at that moment was far beyond normal, and he even had a feeling that he could hear the footsteps of his comrades running towards him a hundred meters away.

However, apart from the humming of the Japanese soldiers before they were about to die, there was no other sound on the platform, not even the sound of heavy breathing.

This is very unscientific, and it is not a battlefield.

Tudou knew that his hiding place was not safe, and maybe the remaining Japanese army only needed a grenade to kill him.

Potato threw the grenade again, and with a 'boom' sound, he turned over and rolled out of his concealed area, and then pointed his guns with both hands in a standard kneeling position.

This was not taught by the instructor, it was purely taught by the recruit from the Battlefield Church who never even owned a standard rifle.

The fragments from the grenade explosion will cause possible enemies to evade in a hurry. The smoke from the explosion can cover the enemy's sight. Rolling can allow you to move to avoid the bullets fired by the enemy while reducing the impact surface.

Most importantly, Tudou did not shoot blindly, and a full magazine had only five bullets, especially in such a hand-to-hand situation, perhaps he had only one chance to shoot, and he would be forced to fight hand-to-hand because of the Japanese bayonet.

He must ensure that the loaded bullets allow him to take out a threat first, thereby increasing his chances of survival.

Even if Tudou knew that with his current strength, it would be difficult to win against a Japanese soldier, but that didn't mean he would give up.

The cruel battlefield has not only taught Tudou more practical skills than those on the training ground, but it has also shaped his tenacity. Even if Tang Dao is here, he must stand up for the almost standard tactical moves made by the soldier under him. thumb.

But Tudou didn't usher in the brutal confrontation, but was surprised to find that there was no one on the platform except for seven still trembling corpses and an overturned mountain cannon.

Stepping forward carefully, he found that most of the casualties of the Japanese army were caused by shrapnel wounds. The position of his two grenade throws was perfect, and the Japanese army hid too concentratedly.

Perhaps it is also because the platform itself is not big, and the Japanese army probably never dreamed that someone would drop two grenades from the sky here.

"Damn it, you can't run so fast, right?" Tudou, who still couldn't believe that he killed most of the Japanese infantry squad by himself, continued to search along the platform vigilantly with his gun in his hand.

Then, he saw that there were still three Japanese soldiers still trembling and twitching on the rocks below the platform, and they seemed to be dying.

It wasn't his grenade that blew up.

It was the result of the shock wave of the grenade he threw to the side of the mountain cannon to prevent the mountain cannon from firing, and the mountain cannon was blown away.

The long recoil device behind the mountain cannon was like a big club, and it directly swept the three Japanese soldiers standing behind to the platform.

It is not fatal to be broken by a big iron mallet, but if you are caught off guard and fall a few meters high, and hit the stone directly, you can imagine your fate.

Of course, the Japanese soldiers who were smashed and fell from high altitude were a little bit luckier than their companions who were directly crushed to death by shrapnel and air waves.

After all, they can still smoke now, while his companions have lost even the right to breathe.

Killed ten Japanese soldiers in this way, and counted the number of Japanese soldiers' corpses. At that moment, Potato couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. He didn't even have any excitement of helping his brothers to avenge. On the contrary, there was a tidal wave of exhaustion If his nerves were not strong enough, what he wants to do most now is to sit down, lean against the stone wall, and take a good puff of a cigarette.

He now understands why those veterans are so addicted to smoking. At this moment, how can only tobacco nicotine relieve the huge exhaustion that suddenly surges from the bottom of his heart.

And, it can also eliminate some of the peculiar smells that are constantly coming into the nose, not only the smell of blood, but also the strong stench that only exists in slaughterhouses.

Killing, even revenge, is not good.

Originally, he was just a boy in the mountains.

But Tudou didn't know that he was almost exhausted, and the veteran Qin Wulang who was rushing towards this side with the soldiers was going crazy.

This veteran who fought in Songhu, Four Lines and Songjiang only knew that something happened to the young soldier in his infantry squad who was repeatedly asked to be protected by the battalion commander, company commander, and platoon leader.

The distance of nearly 40 meters was still in the rugged mountains, but the veterans in full gear arrived in less than [-] seconds.

It is rare for a veteran to lose his composure. After hearing the special explosion sound of a grenade in the distance, he didn't even have time to put on the helmet he just took off. The leader rushed towards the location of the gunshot.

The soldiers following him could even feel the veteran squad leader's hair standing on end.

Anger and regret are the true portrayal of the heart of the veteran at that moment.

He was angry, of course because he was too careless, this is a battlefield, how could he let a single soldier stay away from the infantry squad to do some terrain reconnaissance.

He regretted, regretting that he shouldn't accept the little guy Tudou. If he didn't accept it, even if he was with the 4th company, he should be following the main force of the company and beating the Japanese army on the ground at this moment, instead of facing it alone like now I do not know how many Japanese troops.

To make matters worse, two grenades exploded, and five gunshots rang out, plus a dull sound similar to firing, and there was no sound.

This made the veteran's heart sink to the bottom of the valley.

Did that stubborn boy sacrifice himself like this?
Everyone knows that Tudou is a hero, and battalion commander Tang Dao thinks highly of him. If he doesn't die, maybe his future will be like Qian Dazhu, a young talent in the barracks.

But he doesn't belong to the 4th company. After all, he has to go back and rebuild the heroic infantry company that belongs to them with his injured chief.

To be honest, this is a 'hot potato'. If he died, although Chief Tang would not blame him, he would certainly be heartbroken.

The reason why Qin Wulang was willing to accept Tudou, a boy who many infantry squad leaders seemed to be a 'hot potato', was because he had seen with his own eyes the little boy soldier holding the flesh and blood stained with military uniform fragments into the shell box.

The young soldier used actions to help his elder brothers realize their long-cherished wish of shrouding in horse leather.

At that moment, the veteran who had experienced countless battles burst into tears.

He liked this boy very much.

The high-speed running has already caused the veteran's lungs to almost explode. He still put his fingers in his mouth and blew a sharp whistle. This was what Qin Wulang learned from his squad leader. Expose intent.

A few seconds passed, and the soldiers who did not receive any reply showed despair in their eyes, and Qin Wulang even flushed abnormally, which was obviously the result of the soaring blood pressure.

But determination flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand and waved it a few times, which was to let the soldiers surround him from left and right. Even if Tudou had been sacrificed, he would kill this group of unexpected Japanese soldiers and get back Tudou's body.

Then he heard a voice from more than ten meters away: "Squad leader, I'm here!"

The little bastard is still alive!The veteran was almost blown away by Xi at that moment.

He even felt that this was more exciting than when he knew from the letter that his wife gave birth to a fat boy nine months after he left home.

Tears almost didn't flow from the eyes of this strong enough veteran.

Before he had time to ask questions, Tudou's voice came again: "I have killed all the devils, squad leader, come quickly, there are good things!"

"What?" An infantry squad was stunned.

Ten Japanese corpses were scattered on and around the platform, plus an overturned mountain cannon, Qin Wulang and the soldiers collectively froze.

They finally knew why the little guy said 'all', almost the size of a small team.

Coupled with a mountain cannon, it is no longer awesome to describe, but old awesome.

Of course, compared to the military achievements, what made the soldiers even more happy was that Tudou was not injured at all except for being a little disheveled.

"Squad leader, give me a cigarette! I'll make a decision." Tudou, who had been holding a gun to endure physical and mental exhaustion, waited until the soldiers surrounded him, and finally sat down, leaning against the stone wall and making demands on Qin Wulang.

"You little bastard, it's not easy to learn to smoke." Qin Wulang slapped Tudou's helmet with trembling lips, cursing. "Are you hurt?"

But his subordinates took out a crumpled cigarette case, took one out of it, and stuffed it into Potato's mouth.

"No, these little devils are all artillerymen. They don't have guns, so I got a big deal for nothing." Tudou replied casually, looked at the veteran's face, and asked. "Old Qin, are you crying?"

"Cry, it's too dusty here, I'm lost, can't I?" Qin Wulang wiped his eyes with his hand, his mouth was stiff.

Someone has to believe this.

Even the soldiers in charge of guarding in the distance couldn't help grinning.

(End of this chapter)