Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 76: Kill a few Japanese pirates for paper money

 500 meters away, at least five Type 92 heavy machine guns were firing at the open space in front of the warehouse.

The Japanese sergeant who turned around and ran away had no time to react. He fell to the ground like a piece of wood felled by a chainsaw.

 At least seven or eight machine gun bullets penetrated him.

No one knows how the fallen sergeant felt about his death, just like the Japanese colonel who had a gloomy face and personally ordered the shooting, no one knows how he felt at this moment.

  But the extreme difference is certain.

Even though it was a completely shameless sneak attack that put the honor of the Imperial Army on the ground, it did not leave behind the Chinese soldier who had just killed three of his own party by himself.

 “Despicable!”

 “Shameless Japanese devils!”

People on the south bank of the Suzhou River started making noises.

Of course, compared to greeting the female relatives of the Japanese, they were more concerned about the safety of the heroic to almost reckless Chinese soldier just now.

 Obviously, their worries are unnecessary.

Tang Dao, who made tactical moves in advance, was like a cat with exploded hair, jumping and rolling into the trench.

Although the way he dodged the bullets was a little embarrassing, and it was different from the heroic appearance of the gods descending from the earth to kill three people in a row, he managed to avoid the fire of five heavy machine guns almost without warning.

That is simply better than fighting three people in a row in hand-to-hand combat.

This is still secondary. The important thing is to prove from the side that people have long been wary of their opponents making such a shameless move.

　To put it bluntly, it means that we dare to come out even though we know you are shameless, that is, we have the ability to deal with shamelessness.

"hero!"

"hero!"

Although most people could not see the final appearance of Tang Dao who rolled down the trench, some condescending people shouted that he was fine. The Chinese people who heard the news cheered louder and enthusiastically. It's no smaller than the big victory just now.

 Personal heroism, although insignificant on the battlefield, is definitely the most eye-catching and inspiring.

  Otherwise every country needs to establish its own heroes and monuments!

Even in every fairy tale, there must be a hero who defeats the dragon and rescues the princess.

 The Chinese people, who have failed too many times, naturally yearn for a hero, eager for a hero to lead them to defeat the invaders and rebuild their homeland.

This move of Tang Dao is undoubtedly in line with the people's deepest desires.

Not to mention the ordinary people, even the defenders in the warehouse saw that Tang Dao single-handedly defeated three Japanese soldiers, and their fear of hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese army was much less intense.

“The Japanese are no match for us, but we have some who can defeat three by one,” is the mantra of this group of soldiers in the future.

 “The Japanese have a guilty conscience!” This was the headline of the battlefield news that Tantai Mingyue sent to report.

There was no vivid description in the news of how the Chinese soldiers whose faces she could not see clearly used one against four, killing three of them and scaring away a Japanese soldier alive. Instead, the Japanese soldiers immediately used machine guns when they saw the situation was not right, and the result was that they could not steal the chicken. The ugly face of Mi killing his own people is vividly described.

Fortunately, this is not a novel, and Tantai Mingyue did not give it away and will explain it next time. At the end of the news, it was stated based on the descriptions of people standing on high places that the Chinese soldier successfully escaped the machine gun fire of the angry Japanese army and returned through the traffic trench. storehouse.

It is said that all newspapers that reproduced this news were sold out in a matter of seconds after they were put on sale in major cities in the evening. Many people even went to the newspaper office to protest because they could not buy the newspaper, so that the major newspapers were not allowed to publish this article in October. A special issue was made of the day's battlefield records on the 27th and printed overnight, thus avoiding the bad luck of having rocks thrown at the glass.

Amid the excitement, people's curiosity was also aroused. Who was the name of the Chinese soldier who killed three Japanese invaders and successfully avoided machine gun bullets?

Although people also knew that heaven and **** were separated by a river, Tantai Mingyue, who was standing on the edge of the battlefield, was unable to interview him at a close range as usual, and naturally did not know who he was. Even more, let alone the name of the soldier, not many people knew which army the garrison came from, and what its organization and strength were due to the government's deliberate concealment on the grounds of military confidentiality.

In the eyes of thoughtful people, they naturally understand that this is a trick commonly used by some big shots. They are just waiting for public opinion to ferment until it finally boils over, and gain maximum political benefits from it, so that they can slightly cover up the failure of the Songhu Battle. ugly.

 The last fig leaf naturally has to be used in the most critical place, right?

 The big guys have the unpredictable thoughts of the big guys, and the little guys have the considerations of the little guys.

For people living on and within the battlefield, the Tang Dao battle was undoubtedly the sharpest knife on October 27th. It stabbed another knife into the hearts of the Japanese soldiers who had been beaten into pig heads by sledgehammers.

  Chinese people are as excited as the Chinese New Year. For Japanese people who were beaten and fucked, that feeling is really...

how to say? It can be described as more than just bad.

The proud hand-to-hand combat was frightened away by one against four, killing three people in a row. It has already embarrassed the Imperial Japanese Army in the Pacific Ocean, and now it can't even tolerate it in the Pacific Ocean.

Seeing the roar of the heavy machine guns, the wounded soldiers who could still squirm a few times on the position in front of the warehouse completely stopped moving. The faces of all the officers and subordinates in the Japanese military headquarters looked as ugly as if they had eaten a bucket of Rexiang. For the first time, I felt that my Lord Colonel was a villain in vain.

 To put it bluntly, it means that he has lost enough trust in his commander.

Even Jiro Wakiba, who had not spoken for a long time, knew in his heart that no matter whether he lost or won this battle, he had to personally explain to the division commander for the embarrassing order just now of "losing his wife and losing his troops".

 It’s just that I don’t know if anyone will listen to his explanation.

“What the hell, Tang Dao, how did you know at what point the Japs would shoot?” Lei Xiong hugged Tang Dao who was returning from the traffic trench, with a look of surprise on his face.

He was not surprised at all that Tang Dao killed three Japanese soldiers by himself, because he could do the same.

But Tang Dao didn't know what to expect and started tactical evasion before the heavy machine gun fired. This was a bit beyond imagination.

 The faces of the soldiers who gathered around him were also full of curiosity.

 “Intuition!” Tang Dao thought for a while and answered seriously.

Most of the expectant soldiers wanted to vomit blood. What kind of explanation is this? It’s so ethereal.

Perhaps, only Lei Xiong, who gave Tang Dao a thumbs-up with an increasingly serious face, and a few thoughtful veterans recognized Tang Dao's almost fantasy explanation.

The so-called battlefield intuition is mysterious and mysterious, but it really exists. However, it is really not a talent, but the product of walking on the line of life and death countless times, and the brain nerves operating at high speed countless times and finally evolving.

Just like the Tang Dao, he could feel the murderous intention towards him from hundreds of meters away and immediately make corresponding tactical actions, which was really beyond human imagination.

Even a proud man like Lei Xiong had to admit at this moment that the young man in front of him was the first person he had ever seen in his life in terms of individual soldier tactics.

 Because he judged that the Japanese army would kill those who rubbed their pride on the ground at all costs, but he never sensed at what moment the Japanese army would shoot.

Tang Dao, who was so strong that everyone wanted to look up to him, walked up to Lao Hei who was still crying silently while hugging his cousin's body, and pointed outside the warehouse: "Old Hei, have you seen that tears cannot relieve the pain? But the enemy’s life is fine. If one of my brothers is injured, then ten of them will be killed.”

　　Seeing all the wounded soldiers of the Japanese army fall into silence under the torrent of bullets from their own people, the soldiers suddenly realized that they finally knew the purpose of Tang Dao leaving the warehouse.

 He did this not to trample on the so-called pride of the Japanese army, but just to kill all the Japanese pirates in sight, and to find enough interest for the brothers who died in the battle.

Undoubtedly, such a Tang Dao won their hearts more than the dazzling Tang Dao they imagined.

 Don’t cry if I die. Just kill a few more Japanese pirates for paper money and I will be happy.

 This is the current sentiment of the soldiers.

The Army Lieutenant Colonel who was walking over stopped at the corner of the stairs on the first floor at that moment.

 The luster appears in the eyes.

 (End of this chapter)