Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 5 The reason why I’m here

Tang Dao suddenly moved at the moment when the stone was thrown to the top of the sky.

 The sudden change from extreme stillness to extreme movement made his figure seem to leave only an afterimage in people's retinas at that moment.

 Fast, extremely fast!

 But, it’s not just that.

"Snapped!"

 In such extreme movements, a person's body would inevitably swing, but Tang Dao actually fired his gun.

 When the gun was fired, the stone in the sky was hit and shattered into several pieces. Due to the kinetic energy of the bullet, it was scattered in all directions.

The burly man who had been standing next to the lieutenant colonel's pupils shrank sharply.

His name is Lei Xiong, and he is the commander of the machine gun company of the 1st Battalion of the 524th Regiment. The 1st Battalion has ranked among the top three of the 88th Division in military competitions for three consecutive years. It is a well-known sharp-edged force, but the machine gun company plays an important role. , the most unconventional thing is that the commander of the machine gun company is the best in the 88th Division's stabbing skills.

However, what Lei Xiong likes to do most is not to kill people with a knife, but to control heavy machine guns and mortars. He likes the refreshing feeling of continuous shooting and the precise delivery of artillery shells. A sense of accomplishment on the opponent's head.

 There is no doubt that he is an extremely powerful professional soldier with an alternative career choice.

Only professional soldiers like Lei Xiong, who have reached the pinnacle of all tactical skills, can see that Tang Dao is when the rising kinetic energy of the stone and the gravity of the earth reach a balance point, and the entire stone enters suspension in the air for a fraction of a second. The trigger was pulled during the state.

This shot almost represents the pinnacle of a professional soldier's shooting skills. If he were to do it himself, he would probably have a hit rate of two shots after five shots were missed!

 However, Lei Xiong still underestimated Tang Dao.

Because this attack and shot may be just the beginning of Tang Dao's performance.

　　A shot was fired. Tang Dao didn't even look at it. He continued to throw himself forward, as if there was a hail of bullets in front of him. In the process of throwing out, his whole body shrank into a ball, and the bullet-receiving surface was reduced to the extreme.

 Then, in just one second, the ball-shaped body moved forward five or six meters at a high speed.

　　The stone fragments that were shot up by the bullets have begun to fall from the sky.

Then, the muzzle of Tang Dao's gun poked out and fired a second bullet.

"Snapped!"

The largest piece of gravel in the sky was hit by him with one shot again, and again at the moment when the kinetic energy and potential energy reached a balance, he shot it to pieces!

At the scene, everyone was completely silent.

The people present are all warriors who have fought for hundreds of years. They all understand one thing. As a shooter, you must ensure your body balance. The target, crosshair, and eyes must be in line at three points to accurately hit the target.

 But the man in front of him completely broke this rule.

His body is moving at high speed, and he is at the limit to avoid the seemingly non-existent hail of bullets, but everyone who has experienced such a situation knows that he can escape. What's more important is that in this evasive tactical action that fully utilizes the human body's potential, he can also hit the rocks that are scattered in the sky with no trace of them.

This is simply amazing!

If it is said that he is confused, it can only be said that no one else has the favor of the Sanqing Immortal to him.

Soon, Tang Dao, who had rolled into the side of a low wall, proved with two consecutive shots that capable people did not rely on luck this time.

Tang Dao, who was half-kneeling, raised the gun with one hand. The bolt of the gun was pulled by the other hand while raising the gun. The muzzle of the gun was stable enough to drop a fly and pull the trigger.

"Snapped!"

The broken stones flying in all directions from the sky, one of them was shattered again. Faced with such a miracle, the expression on the instigator's face remained unchanged. He pulled the bolt of the gun again with his left hand and held the gun with both hands. He aimed his eyes at the crosshairs and swung the muzzle slightly. The whole set of movements was like flowing water, and he pulled the trigger again without hesitation.

 A stone that is no longer the size of an egg is broken again!

 Fist-sized stones turned into stone rain and fell one after another.

Amid everyone's dull eyes, Tang Dao stood up and put the rifle that had fired four bullets on his back.

The body is as straight as a javelin, and the chest is slightly undulating.

Obviously, these extremely difficult movements are not completely burdensome for Tang Dao.

However, this can also prove that he is still a human being and not a god.

 The elites of the Imperial Guard, represented by Lei Xiong, have begun to calculate in their minds how many chances they have to defeat such an enemy.

 It's a pity that their dim eyes have already told themselves the answer.

Meeting such a terrifying guy alone on the battlefield basically means that it’s time to go back to grandma’s house.

 But what frustrates these elite armies even more is that perhaps it is not just individual soldiers. The army is thought to be a group.

 No matter how powerful the enemy is, he can be killed even if the big guys stand shoulder to shoulder.

It's a pity that when several sergeants and squad leaders exchanged glances with each other, their instincts were desperately telling themselves that, let alone alone, even if they were leading an infantry squad and without heavy firearms to suppress them, they would meet him in such ruins. If so, I don’t know how many people will be able to escape in the end.

 Yes, it’s not fighting, it’s ‘escape’! Even if these elite troops don't want to admit their battlefield intuition, which they have gradually honed on the battlefield, the intuition they have learned after experiencing countless lives and deaths tells them so straightforwardly.

If both sides are holding rifles, this scary guy has the ability to kill more than ten people. In such a dark night, without artillery coverage, his almost ghostly movement and incredible shooting skills are even more unique in the dark night. King.

If he didn't escape, he would kill every infantry squad one by one in this ruins with his terrifying shooting skills.

 Fortunately! He is Chinese and one of ours. I don’t know how many soldiers had this idea at that moment.

Tang Dao returned and walked towards the young soldier who brought him a helmet and grenades.

 The young soldier looked at this man whose individual combat prowess had reached its peak, and couldn't help but feel a little at a loss. Does such a strong man still need the care of a small soldier like him?

“Brother, what’s your name?” Tang Dao asked softly.

 “Report, Yang Xiaoshan!” The extremely proud member of the Royal Forest Army subconsciously used the word report.

"Thank you, live well. I hope we can fight side by side and defeat the Japanese. You will be a good soldier!" Tang Dao picked up the grenade and helmet in the soldier's hand with one hand and patted him on the shoulder.

Although Tang Dao and the soldiers were equally young, no one thought there was anything wrong with him encouraging the soldiers like this.

 This is the right of the strong.

Gazing at Tang Dao's body that was about to turn around again, Yang Xiaoshan didn't even know why. He suddenly shouted loudly: "Brother, I will try my best to survive and kill the Japanese with you. Take care of yourself!"

Tang Dao raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"I like your **** spirit and your sincerity and care for your comrades. Remember, keep this kind of **** spirit and care, because during this national crisis, we Chinese soldiers must unite as a whole. As long as we resist Japan, we are all brothers. Then That’s why I’m here.”

Looking at the back of Tang Dao, who had his helmet on his head, a grenade in his belt, and strode into the ruins with a gun in hand, there seemed to be light in the eyes of the young soldier in the darkness.

 As long as we fight against Japan, we are all brothers!

The eyes of the Army Lieutenant Colonel, who had been watching all this silently from a distance, also danced with flames in the firelight.

 (End of this chapter)