Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 727 The silver carp who was restrained by the throat of fate
Whether it was the guard platoon soldiers who were familiar with the hammer or Fang Shiheng, they were all extremely nervous at this moment.

Although Hammer also has actual combat experience in hunting young wild boars, in terms of size and weight, Langqinggou has an absolute advantage.

Moreover, it is not a fuel-efficient lamp that the wolf green dog can become a special military dog ​​of the Japanese army.

This kind of dog is not a native Japanese breed, but a cross between a German shepherd dog and a Japanese native fighting dog. It has the intelligence and strength of a German shepherd and the ferocious and bloodthirsty qualities of a fighting dog.

In the Northeast, the Kwantung Army even cruelly used living people to train the aggressiveness of the wolf and green dog, and the wolf and green dog did not live up to the trust of the Japanese army and became their best helper in the hunt.

But in fact, the main business of wolf green dogs is not to fight and kill people. With the Japanese nation's "button eyes and finger sucking" to force urine, if there are planes and cannons for killing people, they will do this kind of useless work.

It took a lot of time and money to breed the wolf green dog mainly for tracking and communication, so the dog's physique is not as strong as the German shepherd, but more slender and tall.

The four legs are slender, and running is its advantage, but when it comes to fighting, being too tall is a weakness.

During the war, in order to deal with this cruel wolf dog, the Chinese army specially searched for a kind of low-legged soil dog called "bench dog" in Jiangsu and Zhejiang for its weakness.The breed is also fierce and aggressive, and especially likes to use its stocky body to bite the dog's throat.

The trained Chinese native dog met Lang Qing on the battlefield, and Lang Qing dog had almost no victories.

The reason why "Hammer" was named Hammer by Tang Dao is actually related to its figure. Although it was very thin at the time, its skeleton was wide and its four legs were also very thick. Tang Dao instinctively thought that it eats well and looks good. Fat and strong.

Perhaps the Hammer with the 'bench dog' gene is considered big among Chinese pastoral dogs, but it is half a head shorter than the Langqing dog, which is nearly one meter tall.

Therefore, the wolf green dog can easily lower its head and bite the hammer's neck.

But Langqinggou underestimated the wisdom of the Chinese native dog that was about to be bitten by it on the neck. From the moment the two dogs collided, it was deceived by the hammer.

So, the soldiers who were horrified but helpless saw such a scene.

Just as the Langqinggou's blood basin was biting down with a big mouthful, the hammer that jumped forward suddenly exerted force on all four legs and 'braked' suddenly!
The wolf green dog's big mouth was biting empty, but the sharp canine teeth were still fruitful after all. The three centimeter long canine teeth scratched the hammer's cheek, leaving a deep bloodstain.

But compared to the fatal wound that was about to be bitten on the neck before, this wound is absolutely nothing, and the nervous minds of the soldiers watching the battle relaxed slightly.

The next moment, the dog's face was already dripping with blood. The hammer suddenly turned its head, and its four legs pushed upwards, biting the neck of the tall wolf green dog.

This is the legendary return carbine!Fang Shiheng and the soldiers opened their mouths in disbelief.

Dog, once you get smart, will there be nothing wrong with you?

This is the key point. The wolf green dog who was suddenly attacked rolled on the spot with the hammer in horror, and its four paws desperately scratched at the hammer, trying to pull the insidious opponent away from itself.

But Hammer searched for a long time and was even willing to take the risk of giving up the initiative to get such a fatal blow. How could he give up so easily?No matter how the wolf green dog rolled over, and no matter how the wolf green dog's sharp claws scraped the dog hair straight on his body, he insisted on Qingshan not to let go, and firmly bit the wolf green dog's neck.

Dogs, like humans, need to transport oxygen from the trachea to the lungs. The wolf green dog that was bitten in the trachea and artery originally had limited access to oxygen, and it struggled so violently, which undoubtedly consumed a lot of oxygen in the body that was not much in the first place. It plunges into the abyss of death.

Within 1 minute, the struggle of the wolf green dog gradually became calm, but the hammer was still clenched tightly, and it was not until 2 minutes later that the huge body of the wolf green dog was completely silent, and then he let go of his mouth.

Shaking the hair all over his body, he glanced coldly at the opponent who had already died under his mouth, and turned his eyes to the soldiers who were watching it with concern, grinned, stuck out his long tongue, and wagged his tail a few times.

It seems to be saying to these soldiers: Look, I have done a good job!

Gouzi was showing off his achievements to his comrades-in-arms, but the sun was shining on this proud Chinese native dog with a lot of bald hair and blood on his face.

"Really, it is a soldier! Our Chinese soldiers! I see bravery, wisdom and strength from it!" This is Fang Shiheng's summary of a dog at the subsequent battlefield summary meeting.

Undoubtedly, such a hammer deserves such praise!
What's wrong with the earth dogs, as long as they dare to fight, the wolf dogs will also kill them.

This is quite similar to the villagers who risked their lives to fight the Japanese army on this battlefield.

Although they paid a heavy enough price, they nearly wiped out half of the Japanese infantry squad.

Of course, if there were not two snipers who killed the Japanese machine gunner first, and the dozens of Chinese soldiers advancing at high speed on the periphery involved most of the energy of the Japanese infantry, no matter how brave or skilled they are, they would never be where they are now results.

But the main reason that determines the final victory of the battle is to have the courage to fight back. Without their almost decisive blow, Lao Hei's guard platoon and Gu Xishui's special warfare team would have to wipe out all the Japanese troops here. No small price to pay.

It is the soldier himself who decides the victory of the war. Looking at the hammer standing on the side of his battle results covered with scars, the soldiers in the guard platoon obviously have a deeper understanding of the words Tang Dao often said.

Hei and other soldiers had no time to pay attention to the battlefield over there. His main energy was on Asahiro Okamoto, who was surrounded by groups and was still holding his samurai sword tightly.

Looking at the heavily armed Chinese soldiers rushing over and the Chinese villagers staring at him with red eyes, Okamoto Asohiro knew that he had no luck.

But he had to die like a warrior, instead of being killed by the Chinese without any resistance, especially not by the hands of the villagers.

"Who dares to fight with me?" Okamoto Asohiro held the knife in both hands and pointed at the crowd viciously.

A wave of bravery rushed over.

However, his slightly trembling legs still betrayed him. The fear of death made his heart not as strong as it appeared on the surface.

"Do you want to die in battle with honor?" Old Hei sneered disdainfully.

Okamoto Asahiro grasped the handle of the knife with all his strength, tried his best to get rid of the fear of death, and fixed his eyes on the Chinese soldier who spoke.

The Chinese have always been the one with the highest status who speaks first, and several Chinese soldiers are around him. The Japanese Army Chief Cao is sure that Lao Hei is their commander.

It's not a loss if they can fight off their commander before dying.

"Then I can't do what you want!" Lao Hei's next sentence made Okamoto Chaohiro's heart feel like ice.

"Baga! Coward!" Okamoto Asohiro rushed forward while cursing angrily.

The sharp point of the knife pointed directly at Lao Hei, who was holding a gun with one hand but was not in a fighting stance.

Okamoto Asahiro's steps are not big, but the frequency is extremely fast. In just two seconds, his knife can stab into the chest of Lao Hei who is six meters away from him.

This is extremely typical of a cornered beast, but it is dangerous.

Several villagers with certain combat experience scattered away as their expression changed.

There was a gap in the extremely tight encirclement just now, and a gleam of joy flashed in Okamoto Asahiro's eyes.

This is exactly the result he wanted.

From the desperation at the beginning to the seemingly desperate battle to maintain the honor of the Imperial Japanese Army, it was actually just a part of the plan he decided in the flash.

From the very beginning of the siege, the Japanese veteran never thought about dying, he wanted to live.

He knew that with the way he killed three Chinese villagers just now, even if he surrendered, those Chinese villagers who were red-eyed and dared to risk their lives would not spare him.

He has to fight for all chances.

Therefore, he took the lead in attacking, and temporarily forced the Chinese back with his blade, revealing the target he saw behind the gap in the encirclement.

Yes, it's useless to show a gap in the encirclement. This place is full of Chinese people. He can't escape far, but there is a young Chinese woman behind the encirclement. Holding that Chinese woman hostage is his only chance of survival.

The current situation was all in his plan, only the last piece of the puzzle was missing.

He was waiting for the black-faced soldier on the opposite side to fire his gun.

As long as Lao Hei used his gun to block or stab back, he would dodge this move and jump out of the gap, and put the knife on the neck of the young Chinese woman who should be petrified.

The Chinese villagers instinctively avoided the front for the time being, but Okamoto Tomohiro believed that the Chinese commander would not back down. Faced with such a quick strike by himself, he had to fight back.

80.00% of his escape plan has been completed, and he is only short of the last move.

"Bang!" A shot rang out.

Woke Okamoto Asahiro from his dream.

The Chinese not only have bayonets, but also guns, all kinds of guns.

This Chinese army is definitely the elite of the elite. Not only are they equipped with [-]-type rifles, some are also carrying submachine guns on their backs, and some are wearing shell guns on their waists.

A burst of severe pain hit Okamoto Chaohiro, who was struggling to move forward, his legs went limp, and he rolled on the ground a few times, raised his head and looked desperately at Lao Hei who hadn't moved.

A soldier beside him was holding a shell gun in his hand, and there was still a faint blue smoke from the muzzle.

Apparently the Chinese didn't intend to play any soldier's honor with him from the start, they had enough guns to beat him into a hive.

Although he knew that it was almost impossible for him to get the real answer, after looking at the hole in his thigh that was pierced by a bullet, Chief Cao of the Japanese Army still asked unwillingly, "Why?"

"Bang!" Another gunshot answered him.

It was the same Chinese soldier who fired.

This shot hit Okamoto Asahiro's wrist.

The samurai sword, which was reluctant to be discarded when it was tumbling, finally fell into the dust.

Then, a soldier came forward with a rifle and slammed the painful butt of Asahiro Okamoto to the ground. He groped around his waist for a while but found no grenade, then rushed to watch him coldly. Lao Hei, his prey, nodded to indicate that the danger was completely lifted.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill you!" A villager in his 30s was about to rush forward with a stick and hit Okamoto Asohiro, whose face was covered in sweat from pain.

A few more sensible villagers hurriedly held him back, "Don't be impulsive, old man, it's always useful for the bosses to keep him alive. After the boss finishes his questioning, it's not too late to kill the dog."

"Hehe! A small squad leader of the Japanese army has a job. If I don't kill him, I just..." Lao Hei smiled slightly after seeing the Japanese army wiped out.

But in my heart, I have an even more favorable impression of the people in this small village.

Not only is the whole village tough enough, but these peasants are quite discerning.

"I'm the squad leader!" Okamoto Chaohiro looked at Lao Hei, weak but eager to declare himself a military post.

Not only did this Chinese soldier ruthlessly cut off his escape route, but now he even wanted to strip him of his last trace of honor?This is something that Asahiro Okamoto, who has come to this position with great difficulty, cannot bear.

Of course, more important than the shame, an infantry squad leader is useless, but what about a second lieutenant squad leader?Maybe the Chinese need intelligence?Then wouldn't he be useful?

To live, one must have value, and value may also keep a person alive.

"Hehe! Is that so? I didn't expect it to be your Excellency, Captain!" Lao Hei couldn't help laughing. fall into the abyss.

"Then my brother should be blessed. I think that when I killed a devil for the first time, I only killed a senior soldier, tsk tsk! This is the first time I go to the battlefield to kill a second lieutenant. This cowhide can last a lifetime."

"Baga!" Okamoto Asohiro almost lost his old blood.

He wasn't angry by the ruthless Chinese soldiers, but was trampled on by that big foot.

With strong and powerful thighs and the weight of an adult, at least more than 100 jin was pressed on his chest, and he was almost out of breath. At this time, Okamoto Asahiro no longer thought about whether he could live or not. I just want to take a breath of air.

So, he could only struggle, but he couldn't move one leg. He only had one good hand and one injured hand to pull Lao Hei's leg. Obviously, it wasn't a lack of strength, but several.

The once strong body could only writhe helplessly under Lao Hei's feet, like a silver carp caught by the throat of fate.

Embarrassingly sad.

It's just that no one has mercy.

If you want to fish others, you have to have the consciousness of being treated as a fish on the chopping board.

The Chinese are most particular about cause and effect, and it really is retribution.

Seeing this situation, the muscles on the faces of several strong men twitched, and they wanted to laugh and laugh out loud.

The Japanese who seemed to dominate everything a quarter of an hour ago also has today.

However, I can't help laughing. For this scene, at least 20 people in the whole village died. The price is so high that people feel nothing but distress.

Big teardrops rolled down the faces of several strong men.

Fang Shiheng was called over by the soldiers.

Kicking Okamoto Chaohiro who had been stepped on and rolled his eyes, Lao Hei pointed to the Japanese Army Chief Cao who was already angry at his feet: "Come on, give your baby a chance to exercise, kill him, when you today exploits!"

"Kill the prisoners?" Fang Shiheng's eyes froze suddenly.

"Captive?" A sneer curled up at the corner of Old Hei's mouth. "Captive is a name for a defeated soldier, but you, a great talent, have seen what happened just now. He killed civilians or civilians. Does he still have the right to be called a soldier? Or is he still a human? A beast, What qualifications do you have to be called a prisoner?"

Fang Shiheng could not refute.

But looking at the half-hanging human body, this passionate young man couldn't stab the knife in his hand after all.

Reason told him that what the old black platoon leader said was correct. The person in front of him was just a beast, but even if it was a beast, he had lost the ability to resist. Stabbing him to death was really beyond his bottom line.

For a moment, China's proud son of heaven was at war with heaven and man in his heart, and stood on the spot blankly.

"Coward, you don't even dare to kill a bastard. Why do you call the officer to die? Do you dare to die? If you dare, you scholars can play tricks." Old Hei glanced at the dumbfounded Fang Shiheng.

Then, looking at the eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl standing over there with a gun in her hand, "Girl, can I leave it to you?"

The girl's face was covered with tears, but she nodded resolutely.

"Ah!" Okamoto Asohiro's scream sounded.

After all, the woman is weak, the bayonet is not deep enough, and the place where the stabbing is not critical, but that doesn't matter, if you can't kill it with one knife, then kill a few more times. He kept screaming until there was no sound.

Okamoto Tomohiro probably never imagined in his dreams that it turned out to be an extremely happy thing to be killed directly. Even the subordinate whose intestines were bitten by the Chinese was more straightforward than his death.

Blood continuously splashed on the body and face of the pallor-faced proud son of heaven.

This time, death was closer, less than one meter away from him.

It turned out that it was so cruel!

The smell of blood and death filled his nostrils.

Finally, the passionate young man who was clamoring to die couldn't bear it anymore, lay down and vomited violently.

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