Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 726 This is Father's Battlefield

Blood, mostly Chinese!
As the saying goes, no matter how good your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives.

Even for a master like Tang Dao, if he charged up with his bare hands against a group of well-trained Japanese infantry soldiers with live ammunition and bolts, the ending would never be so good.

Not to mention the villagers who have only practiced a little superficial kung fu.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" There was a burst of random gunshots.

More than a dozen villagers turned over and fell down screaming and screaming!
The scene was extremely tragic for a while.

"Kill the chicken! Kill the chicken!" As if inspired by the blood, Asahiro waved his pistol and roared sharply.

However, the Japanese army, which had the upper hand, was not without losses.

Some of them also had bleeding flowers on their bodies and rushed to the street.

That is the masterpiece of a sniper from afar!
The tragic scene didn't seem to affect Niu Er at all. He pulled the trigger almost ruthlessly, pulled the bolt, then the muzzle of the gun swung slightly, and pulled the trigger again.

Perhaps, only by looking through the scope at the slightly red eyes behind can one know the anger of this Chinese sharpshooter who was bred by the Japanese army with their lives on the battlefield.

In just two seconds, 19 Japanese soldiers fired 19 bullets and shot down [-] Chinese villagers. Although several villagers were shot, they still gritted their teeth and moved forward, but Niu Er only used two bullets. One bullet killed two Japanese infantrymen.

That was already the highest level in Niu Er's life. Excluding the time to pull the bolt, the time left for him to aim the second shot was less than a second.

But he succeeded, and both Japanese soldiers were shot in the chest.

A wonderful realization rose in the second lieutenant's mind.

Niu Er almost instinctively pulled the bolt again, pointing the muzzle at the next one.

However, the swarming figures of the villagers had already pounced on him, blocking Niu Er's target. Otherwise, Niu Er had an extremely strong confidence that he could kill another person in the third second.

If one Japanese soldier who wanted to get a light machine gun was killed by another sharpshooter from the Chinese side, the Japanese army only played a 3-13 battle in this extremely short charge and counter charge with different strengths. loss ratio.

This is not just a failure, the most frightening thing is that the 'strength' of the two sides has once again become disparate.

The Japanese army removed Okamoto Asahiro, who was waving a pistol, and there were only 17 people left, but there were more than 50 Chinese villagers.

What's more terrible is that because the Japanese army wants to show the temporary light of their bayonets, the farthest distance from the rice field is only about 10 meters.At such a short distance, they only have one chance to shoot.

But the Japanese army is also a battle-hardened veteran. Looking back at the dozens of Chinese soldiers running at full speed more than 100 meters away, and looking at the roaring Chinese villagers rushing up close at hand, I know that today I am afraid that they will be killed by the Chinese. People are dying here.

The only chance to survive is to kill the crazy Chinese untouchables in front of them first, defeat their madness in the shortest time with a hideous death, and then face the Chinese soldiers who are running wildly.

They wanted to kill people, and the Chinese soldiers had to run for hundreds of meters in full gear. In terms of physical energy consumption, the two sides were almost the same.

Not only the Japanese infantry, including Okamoto Asahiro, the acting squad leader, should think so.

Therefore, in the face of the lunatic pariah who would not back down after being shot by random guns, the Japanese infantrymen who had no time to pull the bolts leveled the guns with their arms, bowed their legs slightly, and roared "Hi!" To stab at the lunatics in their eyes.

With their arm strength, they can completely pierce through the chest of a strong man.They have this confidence, because almost every one of them has killed the Chinese with this move, whether it is on the battlefield or on the training ground.

The Japanese army made the right choice. The only mistake was that they underestimated the fighting power of the young men who rushed to the front just like they underestimated the Chinese villagers who should have been allowed to slaughter them.

Or, to be more precise, they underestimated their courage to protect their wives and children and would rather sacrifice themselves.

No one is not afraid of death, but when a person becomes a father, maybe he is not so afraid. If one of himself and his children must die, most fathers will choose to face death by themselves without hesitation of.

Just like now.

The villagers are crazy, but if Asahiro Okamoto is more careful, he will find that most of the men who fell in front of the guns of his soldiers were men around 50 years old.

Because those younger men are their children and fathers, they will instinctively stand in front and use their bodies to block the bullets fired by the Japanese.

This is true for bullets, and it is also true for bayonets.

There were at least ten Japanese infantrymen, and they stabbed the target, some passed through the chest, and some penetrated through the abdomen. Their arm strength was just as they imagined. At the high speed that the two sides were approaching rapidly, they killed an adult man like Penetrating like candied haws.

Some blades can visibly penetrate half a foot!
However, they only had this shot.

Normally, with a slight twist of the wrist and a forward kick, the bayonet can be pulled out from the body of the person who has lost combat effectiveness, and then another person can be killed.

But this time, most of them lost the chance to use this skill.

Those villagers who don't look tall don't look very strong, but their vitality is as tenacious as a reef by the sea.After being hit by the knife, no one instinctively covered the wound, but stretched out their hands to hold the gun head tightly. No matter how frantically the Japanese infantry twisted the rifle in their hands, their hands still clamped the gun head like iron pliers.

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"I'll kill your eight-generation ancestor of the Japanese!" Amidst the hurricane and tsunami of abuse, several young and strong followed closely behind.

They did not launch an unorganized attack on the Japanese infantry who were already close, but had a division of labor. Some hugged the body of the Japanese infantry at the waist, which was to trip or fix it, while others He raised his fist and slammed the Japanese army's face and throat crazily. Those are the vital parts that can almost send people away with one blow.

If it was the Japanese infantry who reacted quickly and dropped the gun in their hands, it would be fine, at least they still had hands to withstand the attack, but if they were still holding on to the rifle stubbornly, it would be really miserable.

After being punched several times in a row, Cai was completely knocked out, and after being hugged by the waist of the Chinese villager and fell to the ground with force, he became the opponent's dish completely.

That's really a dish, because the Chinese who jumped on them not only greeted with fists and feet, but even used their teeth, but their hands and feet were almost held down by others.

The only thing the Japanese infantry, who were originally awesome and coquettish, could do was scream more and more loudly.

Seeing the tragic death of their relatives, the young villagers lost their minds and showed the brutality of the Chinese like everyone here.

A Japanese soldier's scream was so loud that it was almost inhuman. Even Heizi, who was armed with an MG34 machine gun a few hundred meters away, was startled by the sudden scream.

Until he aimed the telescope at the field to search, and saw a young man no more than 20 years old raised his head with blood on his face, with a stick of meat in his mouth.

Such a ferocious scene made the whole black face of Hei Zi, who had always been big, twitch violently.

No wonder that guy screamed so miserable, it turned out to be...?
That's mainly because Sunspot used a telescope, after all, it wasn't as clear as the scene.Or in other words, he still doesn't know enough about the short-legged people. That'short-legged' just means that the two walking legs are short?

With the small physique of the Japanese, the average length of Nasha is much shorter and leaner than this length.Five centimeters is the best.

The real scene is even more tragic than he thought, (save 30 words here!)

The young man from Xiaocun, who hugged the waist of the Japanese infantry with both hands and fixed his opponent with his legs, really had no hands or feet to attack, so he simply opened his mouth and bit the Japanese soldier's belly fiercely, like a wolf, burying his head and biting .

Under the extreme hatred, the bite force of human beings was almost exerted to the extreme.

As an omnivorous animal that can eat grass and meat, the bite force of human beings cannot be compared with beasts such as lions, tigers, bears, and leopards. Even compared with dogs, they are scum, but this does not mean that humans are close to The bite force of a hundred pounds cannot tear apart fresh flesh and blood, especially the flesh and blood of human beings who patronize intelligent creatures that have evolved their brains but degraded their skin and muscles.

Facts have proved that you can eat raw meat even if you push people into a hurry.

The young man from Xiaocun opened the lower abdomen of the Japanese soldier and held a piece of organ used to absorb nutrients in his mouth, which is the best evidence.

This extremely bloody scene, not to mention scaring Okamoto Chaohiro out of his wits, even if he had already led the team to rush towards Lao Hei, his scalp felt numb.

"Leave only one alive, and kill all the rest!" Lao Hei glanced at the rice field that had become a forest hell, and ordered sharply.

The battlefield is very tragic, but the victory has basically been established.

Most of the Japanese soldiers in the field were crushed and beaten by the villagers. Only a few Japanese soldiers retreated vigilantly because their bayonets missed their opponents, so they did not fall into helplessness like their colleagues.

Some of the unarmed villagers picked up wooden sticks on the ground, but they were also photographed by the Japanese bayonets. They could only use the advantage of the large number of people to surround them and dare not attack easily.

No matter how brave the Japanese infantrymen were, they did not dare to stab out their bayonets easily. It was not difficult to kill a person, but after the killing, they would be like those colleagues who were pushed to the ground and were "gnawed" by the Chinese.

The small intestine held in the mouth by the Chinese is really terrifying.

However, after more than ten seconds of hesitation, they lost their chance to change their lives. With the arrival of the Chinese soldiers, they were no longer surrounded by villagers with sticks or bare hands, but Chinese soldiers who also hold [-] rifles.

"Baga! You Chinese only rely on the number of people. It's warriors, come on!" A Japanese army sergeant surrounded by three Chinese soldiers roared with despair in his eyes, holding a rifle.

"Brothers, the little devil wants to challenge us to a one-on-one fight, what should we do?" A sergeant in the lead had a sneer on his face.

"Bang!" A shot rang out.

The eyes of the Japanese army sergeant froze instantly, and he looked at the egg-sized wound on his chest in disbelief.

Isn't it the good hand-to-hand combat?Why do you still have to shoot, the Chinese are worse than hitting one more!

"Report to the squad leader, I challenged him one-on-one." A soldier replied loudly.

The Japanese Army Sergeant had no chance to beep because of his unwillingness.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The Chinese soldiers were all shooting.

This guy was shot at least three times.

Battalion Commander Tang's tactical guiding ideology has always been that if you can shoot a gun, you don't need a knife, if you can use a knife, you don't need a fist, if you can use a knife, you don't use your mouth, and the benchmark is to kill the enemy as quickly as possible and save yourself.

As the closest unit to Tang Dao, the guard platoon naturally had the deepest understanding of this tactical guiding ideology.

The Japanese infantry fired the bullets in their guns, but they didn't.

As a result, all the Japanese infantry who could still stand in the rice field were basically shot to death.

As for the Japanese soldiers who were held down and beaten violently by the villagers, it was even simpler. Whether they were angry or not, they just went up and stabbed them randomly.

The screams on the rice field were comparable to a slaughterhouse, and Fang Shiheng, who was almost suffocating with anger, was petrified by the wounded and corpses everywhere.

The death hidden in the thin coffin two hours ago had already caused him to experience a round of cruelty, but compared to now, it was really not of the same magnitude.

The smell of blood that makes people want to vomit, the stench of the grim death, and the screams of life that make the scalp tingle before death, all of which stimulated his nerves.

This student leader, who was so passionate and told that he was going to die, just stood there in the Shura field, his eyes full of blankness.

The soldiers didn't laugh at him or bother him.

They're all recruits, who doesn't know what Cai Cai looks like when he sees death for the first time?This proud man didn't spit it out on the spot, so he was already very good, and his performance beat 90.00% of the recruits.

Okamoto Asahiro is the only one left alive.

Cao Chang of the Japanese Army was surrounded by at least ten villagers. Originally, he could have killed at least a few people with his Nanfang Fourteen small pistol.

But what is extremely sad is that the Nanfang Fourteen pistol jammed at this most fatal moment.

The command knife in his hand was still shining coldly, but the lunatics who carried the rifles picked up from the Japanese army as weapons were more powerful than the imagination of the Japanese Army Chief Cao who was born in a seaside fishing village.

With Okamoto Asahiro's self-confidence, holding a hand-made samurai sword, he can completely chop the three strong men under the sword without any effort.

But the three strong men were not only flexible in their steps, but also full of strength. Every time they stabbed, he couldn't block it with just a knife, and had to dodge by taking wrong steps.

After several rounds in a row, not only did he fail to kill a single person, but his forehead was dripping with sweat and he was extremely embarrassed.

Of course Asohiro Okamoto didn't know how much the villagers in Xiaozhuang Village hated him as a murderer. The six people who rushed towards him were all the most skilled martial arts people in the village. Even if the strong gunman pays casualties, he will definitely be assassinated by the gun.

Surrounding him without killing him now is not because he hates him enough, but because he hates him too much. He wants to capture him alive and then make a good job of it.

Simple villagers may not engage in torture such as 'lighting sky lanterns', but it is no problem to light a fire and have a big barbecue.

By the time Lao Hei came and rushed to the battle group with guns in hand, the battle on the field was basically over.

If there is anything else to say, the dust of two dogs biting each other in the field next to the rice field is flying around.

It was the hammer that followed the soldiers and the wolf and blue dog that kept whining about its master.

The speed of the hammer far exceeded that of the soldiers. It took almost six seconds for the distance of 150 meters, and it aimed at the same kind in the field.

And the mourning wolf green dog also felt the hostility from the same kind, and quickly fought in anger. The two dogs frantically showed their fangs to the enemy without any temptation.

Chinese pastoral dog vs. Japanese wolf blue.

The soldiers did not engage in dog-to-dog duels.

Hammer has never shown such a strong desire to fight. As a comrade in arms, they must give it a chance to fight.

But this does not prevent at least 10 soldiers from paying attention to this battlefield belonging to bulldogs. Once their comrades are defeated, they will also shoot their comrades' opponents without hesitation.

This is a battlefield, not a dog fighting arena!
The two dogs each left bloody wounds on their opponents, but the heavier and stronger Langqing dog obviously had the upper hand. There were three bloody wounds on the back of the hammer, which were close to the ears of the neck. There is also flesh and blood turned up.

But the two dogs had already fired a real fire. They were only separated by two seconds, and they fought together again.
Fang Shiheng, who was originally blank-eyed, just turned his eyes to this side, his eyes suddenly widened, and he exclaimed: "Hurry up and save it!"

On the field, the hammer was bumped by Langqinggou with a heavier body. While rolling, he got up and tried to jump out of the battle group, but the wolfqinggou who followed him opened his bloody mouth and moved towards the body. He bit the neck of Hammer, who was shorter but still had his center of gravity downward.

Fang Shiheng closed his eyes in pain.

Perhaps the hammer, which he was not familiar with, was not worthy of being called a comrade-in-arms by the proud man of heaven, but enough lives have been lost today. Is it possible that even the Chinese dog will die here?
Not to mention Fang Shiheng, an outsider, the soldiers who had been staring at this battlefield couldn't help but raised their guns in horror.

However, no one dared to shoot, and the distance between the two dogs was too close.

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ps: Fengyue suffered from kidney stones today, went to the hospital for a whole morning, went to class in the afternoon, and only went home to type in the evening, two chapters combined into one chapter, close to 5000 words.For the sake of Fengyue's hard work, Fengyue asks for a guaranteed monthly pass at the beginning of next month, thank you!

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