Rise From Eight Hundred

The Tang sword accurately hit the thigh of the Japanese soldier lying in the bushes 300 meters away.

The Japanese soldier may not have dreamed that they would be hit by bullets even though they were hiding so tightly, but this disbelief could not prevent the bullet head with deep marks carved by the bayonet from shooting into the thick gluteus maximus. After hitting the thigh bone inside, it did not burst out from the other side as the original trajectory.

Instead, the seemingly solid copper bullet head became fragile and deformed instantly. The rolling copper bullet head happened to avoid the aorta after breaking the bone, forming a terrible cavity on the outside of the thick thigh and then drilling out.

The screams of the Japanese soldier were so painful that even Heizi and others who were more than 300 meters away could hear them clearly.

"Fuck you, aren't all the devils stubborn and hard-core? Why are they screaming so miserably after being hit in the balls by the superiors?" Heizi pouted and muttered in a low voice, expressing his disdain for the Japanese army's fragile performance.

Niu Er, who was squatting on a big branch five or six meters away and aiming at the distance, grinned and ignored him.

He was the only one here who had a "scope" except for Tang Dao. The blood splashing in the clear field of vision was enough to prove how big the wound of the Japanese soldier who was hit would be.

Although Hei Zi looked like a tough guy at the moment, Niu Er dared to guarantee that if he was hit by such a bullet, he would definitely not scream any less than the Japanese soldier who screamed miserably. :.

In fact, there are no pain nerves attached to the surface of the bones. If the bones are really broken, it will not hurt much. The reason why the human body feels pain is that there are extremely rich pain nerves in the muscle tissue, and the damage caused by the rolling and deformed bullets is mainly aimed at the body tissue of the human body.

The originally tight body was suddenly torn into a hole the size of a baby's fist. What kind of pain is that?

I'm afraid only the person involved can answer this question.

What's more deadly is not just the unimaginable pain.

The Japanese soldiers who were shot also lost the ability to move quickly.

This is the most deadly on the battlefield.

The first aid kit carried with him could block the huge wound that was gushing blood, and at least he would not die from excessive blood loss in a short period of time.

The severe pain was heartbreaking, but at least it proved that he was still alive, which was the only thing worth celebrating.

Whether it was the injured Japanese soldier or his colleagues, they all understood one thing: he needed help.

Whether it was the Chinese and Japanese armies, they would lend a hand to their companions on the battlefield without hesitation.

The army itself was a collective. No one could survive alone. Only by holding together could they ensure their survival.

So, at the moment when the Japanese soldier wailed loudly, a yellow shadow moved slightly in the bushes five or six meters away from him.

The muzzle of the Tang sword that had been waiting for a long time swung slightly, and quietly locked onto the startled target.

"Bang!" A shot.

Soul-breaking!

The unclear yellow shadow crawling in the bushes trembled a few times and became quiet.

"Akira-kun, Kawaguchi-kun, come and help me!" The wounded Japanese soldier wailed in pain and called for help from his familiar colleagues.

The Japanese soldier should have good popularity, and his rank would not be low, at least he was a private or a sergeant. After learning from the previous experience, someone still tried to throw a first aid kit to him, although the figure flashed by.

But he was still slow. The Tang Dao, which had already locked that area firmly, shot at the bushes. A khaki fell to the ground from the bushes and rolled on the ground in pain for a long time before gradually dying.

There was a blood stain on the ground.

Two people in a row were killed by the opponent's cold gunman because they tried to help their injured colleagues. The Japanese infantrymen with their hair standing on end did not move anymore.

Even the wounded Japanese soldier felt something was wrong. He no longer screamed desperately for help, but tried to crawl into the deeper bushes with his arms.

Unfortunately, he was the bait.

How could an old hunter with many years of hunting experience let his bait slip away?

Want to run? Tang Dao, who was watching all this indifferently through the scope, had a sneer on his face.

Yes, this Japanese soldier was the bait Tang Dao had dropped, and all the Japanese soldiers who tried to help him would become the prey of this hunter.

Unless the Japanese soldiers could bear it and watched their companions being shot one by one.

But Tang Dao knew very well that as long as they were in the army and soldiers, they would not make such a choice. The Chinese were like this, the Japanese were like this, and as long as they were intelligent people, they would make such a futile choice.

In fact, this kind of case will not be new, but repeated on battlefields in the next hundred years!

"Bang!" Tang Dao's muzzle moved gently, and a shot hit the ankle of the Japanese soldier, which was already trying hard to cover but was still exposed in his sight.

Blood flowers bloomed, and in the scope, the Japanese soldier's body trembled violently, howling miserably, but he tried very hard to use his uninjured hands to try to crawl deeper into the bushes to avoid the devil's gaze.

Unfortunately, he met the only super sniper in the world.

The accuracy of the spear is secondary, but the coldness of his heart on the battlefield is watered by hundreds of lives.

As long as he is on the battlefield, he is a cold killing machine.

All the weakness and humility of the enemy are just catalysts for his murderous nature.

Niu Er did not participate in the battle, his eyes stayed on the area attacked by the Tang sword.

He knew that this was not only the Tang sword killing the enemy, but also the most vivid teaching. The Tang sword was teaching him how to kill people most effectively.

Accurate spear skills are just one of the techniques to kill the enemy.

More importantly, he had the situation in his own hands, and had a cold and hard heart.

In this respect, he was far inferior to Tang Dao.

Therefore, under his gun, there were far more deaths than injuries.

Tang Dao's eyes were cold, the muzzle moved slowly, and he fired again. The Japanese soldier's arm was shot, and the remaining arm could no longer support him to move his body.

The helpless bait could only choose to lie down and wait for his companions' help.

The battlefield was quiet. At this time, no matter how stupid the Japanese army was, they understood the opponent's conspiracy, or more precisely, the conspiracy.

If they didn't want to help this severely injured companion, then the gunman hiding in the mountains and forests would kill their colleagues slowly in front of them, one shot after another.

This is a shame for any soldier, a shame that goes deep into the bone marrow, let alone the Japanese army that claims to be the first army in Asia?

They must save, even if they know that they may be killed for it.

But if they knew that the enemy in front of them, who was hiding at an unknown distance, used this trick to snipe and kill 15 well-trained Blackwater mercenaries at a distance of 500 meters, until 3 hours later, his bait slowly died in pain, ending the trap slaughter of the prey by the hunter.

At that time, Tang Dao was far from achieving his later achievements. He was not a rookie among special forces, nor was he a veteran. Otherwise, he could have kept the target alive for more than 8 hours.

His bullets could start from the feet little by little, breaking him into pieces and hurting him, but not bleeding to death.

The Japanese army might give up this futile rescue.

Unfortunately, they were trapped in the trap, which was human nature.

Niu Er also asked Tang Dao after the war, what should he do if his own people fell into such a trap? Tang Dao pondered for a while and gave him a vague answer.

Others don't know, but if it was him, after realizing that the enemy had such an intention, he would immediately stab himself, which would not only not drag down his comrades but also make himself feel more comfortable.

"But what if the opponent doesn't give you a chance to commit suicide? For example, like you, sir, he first cuts off the limbs with a gun." Niu Er was very smart and got to the heart of the matter.

Tang Dao showed his white teeth and smiled brightly: "If a person wants to die, there are more than 10,000 ways to die! For example, using the twisting of the body to enlarge the wound, it hurts, but the blood will flow faster, or tell your comrades to kill me! I am especially grateful to you.

Just remember that since ancient times, the only way to die is to die. After all, only a few people want to die. No matter how desperate they are, they feel that they can still be rescued.

So, for your sniper, what choice your bait will make requires luck, and for the bait's comrades, luck is also needed. And if you have a comrade like me, luck should be good."

The young Niu Er understood.

Faced with this situation, unless the sniper can be killed, there is only one way to use it. If the bait loses his life, the trap will become ineffective.

Is it cruel? Yes, it is very cruel, but this is war.

On the battlefield, when the two armies face each other, they must hide the warmth of humanity deep in their hearts and treat the enemy as cold as winter, otherwise, it is a crime against their comrades and compatriots.

If we pity the Japanese invaders, who will pity the hundreds of thousands of compatriots who died unjustly in Jinling City in the future?

Tang Dao will never forget that he stood by the Mochou Lake in that city, but did not dare to take a step forward towards the memorial hall with countless black monuments. Every name written on it was staring at these young people in olive green, asking them: Do you still remember?

Tang Dao dare not forget, and never forgot.

Every shot he fired now is giving the Chinese soldiers' answer to those dead souls.

We kill the enemy! You can be happy!

The sunshine in the mountains and forests is obviously bright!

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