Rise From Eight Hundred

‘You damn Araki Tomohiro, you have no idea how to give birth to a son! ’

The two Japanese infantrymen named stood up from their respective positions with their guns in their hands, cursing silently in their hearts, but they bowed and nodded honestly, and then walked out with their guns.

In this situation, anyone would be angry.

From 9 pm to now, it has been 7 hours. They have marched at least 20 kilometers, and they only took a short break for 20 minutes in the middle. They finally came to a place where they could rest, drink water and eat, but they still had to point their guns at the darkness without blinking.

That’s fine, because this is behind the Chinese defense line! It is necessary to maintain sufficient vigilance, which is much better than dying in this wilderness.

But we have to do even the errands, which is too much. Are your legs for sight?

Unfortunately, the strict hierarchy of the Japanese army destined the two Japanese soldiers to keep their dissatisfaction in their hearts, and they dare not even show it on the surface.

If Lieutenant Araki was dissatisfied, he might not be able to kill them with one shot, but it was just a matter of words to let them rush to the front and serve as cannon fodder.

The two Japanese infantrymen, full of resentment, might not have thought about any danger in the middle area tightly surrounded by four infantry groups, and pushed open the gate responsible for boiling water without vigilance.

What's more terrible is that when they strode into the small courtyard with guns in hand, they didn't notice the blue smoke coming out from behind the simple wooden door.

The unusual silence in the small courtyard instantly alerted the two Japanese infantrymen, their hands touched the trigger, and their waists bent slightly.

At the same time, they smelled a strong smell of blood and a faint smell of gunpowder.

This is also the main reason why Tang Dao left quickly after the arrangement. The first Japanese soldier he killed had his heart pierced, and the blood that flowed out was not much, but the second Japanese soldier shed at least four liters of blood. The fishy smell can stimulate people to stand on end almost the moment they step into the small courtyard.

People who have been through the battlefield for a long time are most sensitive to the smell of blood. Tang Dao will not have the luck of "all Japanese have sinusitis" and hide here to kill one by one and kill two by two.

Before the Japanese infantry arrived, they had already left.

However, the booby trap made by the wooden-handled grenade used in the old routine was hung on the loose door bolt.

It is right to be vigilant, but the few seconds when the body was frozen, especially the two people subconsciously approached each other, it was all over. Tang Dao, who was not here, had almost guessed their reaction.

With a "bang!", the single grenade less than two meters away from the two Japanese infantry exploded.

The simple wooden door did not become an obstacle, but became an accomplice. Countless wood chips and shrapnel hit the two Japanese infantry. They did not completely kill them for a while, but sent the two Japanese infantry into the abyss.

There were at least twenty wounds all over his body, and a piece of wood as long as a chopstick was even deeply inserted into his thigh. This was the miserable scene that Araki Tomohiro saw when he ran with his men.

"There are enemies!" Araki Tomohiro looked at his two subordinates who were twisting their bodies on the ground and screaming in pain, and made the most accurate judgment in an instant.

A Japanese infantryman and the main machine gun shooter who gave up the defense of the east end of the village immediately put their guns on the courtyard wall, and the grenade launcher shooter immediately took one of the three grenades he carried in his hand and hid in the dark.

His deputy shooter was Murakami Toshiki. Originally in this small courtyard, his colleagues were attacked. Murakami and Kuroki, who were responsible for boiling water, were silent. It was obvious that the two were in danger.

"Everyone, search here, find the attacker, and kill him. We only have five minutes at most." Araki Tomohiro roared to the outside in pure Kumamoto dialect.

He killed two people silently and then used grenades to injure two of his own people. This person is definitely a terrifying person who is good at assassination. The strong smell of blood that rushed into the nose of the Japanese lieutenant made his hair stand on end.

Fortunately, he still had 16 people, and the number of attackers would definitely not be large.

The sky was already showing a fish belly white. Although the vision was still poor, it was still possible to ensure a vision of more than 20 meters. The eleven people shrank inward in a large arc search state. As long as the attackers were still hiding nearby, they would definitely be found out.

If they hid in the house and resisted stubbornly, it would be the best. The light machine guns and grenade launchers that had been mounted on the wall would completely suppress them in the house, and then they would be killed by the grenades thrown by the imperial infantry.

At this moment, Araki Tomohiro showed the level he should have as an infantry lieutenant. The only mistake might be that he did not expect that the attacker was only one person.

It is indeed extremely difficult for one person to kill two people quietly in a very short time.

Unfortunately, Tang Dao is such a person who has completely exceeded his worldview. In the Battle of Sihang Warehouse, he even killed three guards quietly in front of the Japanese trenches. It was not as difficult as the Japanese lieutenant imagined to kill two Japanese soldiers, one sleeping and one restless, in the darkest moment before dawn.

The Japanese lieutenant, who was already vigilant enough but still misjudged the opponent's strength, would pay the price for it.

"You, go to see Amaterasu with peace of mind!" Looking at his colleagues on the ground who were twisting in pain like two fish thrown onto the river bank, Araki Tomohiro made a cold decision.

He knew that although there were no fatal injuries, the two guys who were injured by wood chips and shrapnel all over their bodies could not survive. The best surgeons could not remove those debris from their bodies. The probability of dying from bacterial infection was 100%. Instead of letting them die in pain, it was better to be straightforward.

But the two injured Japanese infantrymen did not think so. They wanted to live.

He looked at the second lieutenant who pulled out the Nambu Type 14 pistol with painful and pleading eyes. Before he could speak, two gunshots were heard and his body trembled and returned to calm.

Tang Dao, who had already hidden more than 20 meters away, frowned slightly. The reason why he only used one grenade instead of two was to injure but not kill. In this way, the Japanese army had to send soldiers to take care of the two wounded soldiers and reduce the pressure he had to face. However, the Japanese commander was much more cruel than he thought and killed the wounded directly.

However, this was nothing, it was just a little more effort.

With Araki Tomohiro's roar, three groups of Japanese soldiers rushed out of their respective courtyards with guns in hand, cautiously separated by about three or four meters, and staggered to search the courtyard where their commander was.

This is just a small village with more than a dozen families living there. Each courtyard is built along the river. To put it bluntly, the distance between each house will not exceed ten meters, and the length of the village from east to west will not exceed one hundred meters, and the north-south distance is even narrower.

The Japanese soldiers who came over staggered forward. If anyone was attacked, the other two would launch a counterattack at any time. Friendly troops dozens of meters away could provide fire support without even running over.

There was a small river more than two meters wide on the side that was deliberately left open. That was also a trap. Anyone who wanted to leave there would be swept into a sieve by the light machine gun that had been set up.

The Japanese infantry had no intention of kicking open the door of the house they passed by to check it out. They threw two grenades in succession. The melon-shaped infantry grenades mainly used for attack had a killing range of up to seven or eight square meters. Two grenades were enough to kill or injure the enemies hiding in it.

Then, they swarmed in again, and threw several more grenades into the house. Hiding in the house was undoubtedly an extremely stupid act.

The search circle was shrinking, and the imagined enemy was still not found.

Until, a Japanese soldier was attracted by a fleeting figure and strode forward.

A kick in cowhide boots broke the black fishing line half a meter above the ground.

After a stumble, "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The continuous violent explosions above the head were like flowers scattered by the goddess.

Two minutes ago, Tang Dao hung the captured grenade bag on the branches of the tree, and added a grenade with a shortened fuse.