Rise From Eight Hundred

Fujiwara Senio's endurance exceeded Tang Dao's imagination.

Almost all the thousands of troops who have learned the news have entered the mountains, guarding various key points in the mountains with loaded guns and live ammunition, further compressing the movement space of Fujiwara Senzuo, who is still constantly moving.

Even so, Tang Dao and the five men have been tracking for more than 11 hours. Fujiwara Senzuo's position is still changing. Even if he is as strong as Kuroko, he can't bear it anymore.

Fortunately, by dusk in the afternoon, a mountain peak that was almost straight up and down was where the target finally appeared.

Seeing Hammer walking back and forth anxiously down the mountain, Tang Dao was sure that the target was on the mountain.

However, this seems to be a dead end.

Why did Senao Fujiwara make such a stupid choice?

Tang Dao, who was standing behind a big rock and silently staring at the mountain peak, had a slightly stern look in his eyes. A figure in a white shirt flashed in the forest only 200 meters away from him in a straight line.

A voice came from afar: "Tang Jun is really good at not only inducing Zhan Xiong to kill General Yamashita, but also using shameful means to force Zhan Xiong into this desperate situation.

That being the case, Zhan Xiong invites you to go up to the mountain to meet us alone. How about you and I, old friends, looking at the clouds all over the sky together? "

"Mr. Fujiwara, what do you think?" Tang Dao said indifferently.

But the hand behind his back made several gestures, and the three people led by Heizi raised their guns in their respective fighting positions.

Shen Laoliu pointed his semi-automatic rifle at the woods, his eyes searching for any enemy who dared to appear in his sight.

Tang Tuanzuo's hand gesture command is to shoot immediately once the target is found!

Who is Tang Dao? He is a soldier, a strong soldier who has been trained on countless battlefields of blood and fire.

No matter how much he wants to save his subordinates, he will not leave any claws or teeth for the jackals, tigers or leopards that can hurt people. If the enemy can break the limbs of his subordinates, he will retaliate in the same way.

Martial arts training is life for Fujiwara Senzuo, but for Tang Dao, it is just an auxiliary skill to assist him in killing Japanese Japs.

If you can't save your nation from fire and water, what's the use of having a good martial arts? If you can save your country and nation, what if you fall into the devil's path? Everything Tang Dao has done in the past six months has been for the purpose of killing more little Japs with one word.

Now, how can we be an exception?

The reason why he released Fujiwara Battle first was that Fujiwara Battle might put some of his personal belongings in the Tibetan area so that he could track them down, but obviously, Fujiwara Battle was more cunning than he thought.

Despite encountering such a predicament, he still firmly held on to his last trump card. So far, no clues have been exposed. News also came from Xia Dayu. Thousands of people were mobilized to search, but nothing about the captured people was still found. News from Bro.

"Since you, Fujiwara Battle, have this idea, we can have a frank discussion here. Tell us your exchange conditions, but there is no Yamashita here for you Fujiwara Battle to kill. It's just a one-time deal. Fujiwara Battle What do you think?" Tang Dao suddenly took a step away from the big stone where he was hiding, and his entire body was completely exposed in the open space without any cover.

Seeing Tang Dao boldly walking out of the bunker, Fujiwara Battler, who was hiding in the woods, suddenly laughed: "Tang Jun, don't think that once you have the upper hand, you can outwit Battlemaster. I don't want to be beaten by Tang Dao like this." Your sharpshooters are like a honeycomb.

Tang Jun, no matter how cunning and wise you are, with Zhan Xiong's understanding of you, you will eventually come up? As the saying goes, although there is no tea, there is clouds! "

"It seems that Mr. Fujiwara really understands me!" Tang Dao shook his head and sighed slightly. "Yes, I will eventually get there, but no matter how I get there...you, Mr. Fujiwara, are about to die, do you believe it or not?"

Tang Dao's intentional sentence interruption, really, almost made Heizi shoot out a bunch of bullets with a shake of his hand.

The regimental commander's taste is so heavy that one dares not look directly at him.

"Tang Jun, you are already a high-ranking person, why are you so greedy for words? But you are a bit inferior." Fujiwara Senzuo, who also almost vomited blood at Tang Danzao's words, was livid.

"Tang Jun, don't you want to know how I killed your subordinate yesterday? I have to say that the individual strength of your subordinate is not high, but his will is extremely outstanding. Even if he knew that he was dead, he still tried his best to resist, and he I know that all the resistance he made was not for survival, but just to make a sound to convey to his comrades. What a compassionate and righteous elite! Unfortunately, when the two armies were fighting, I couldn't tolerate any mercy, so I had to kill with my own hands. "

"You bastard, I'm going to kill you and skin you!" Shen Laoliu's eyes widened at Fujiwara Senio's provocative tone. If Kuroko hadn't held him down, he might have shot him.

The expression on Tang Dao's face did not change at all, but the hands behind his back were suddenly clenched.

Very angry!

Seeing the remains of the special forces that he had carefully trained with his own eyes was extremely painful, and then being described like this by Fujiwara Senzuo, it was extremely difficult for anyone to calm down.

Obviously, this is the purpose of Fujiwara Senzuo. He is not afraid of an angry Tang Dao, but a calm Tang Dao.

But obviously, he was wrong. The angry Tang Dao was several times scarier than the calm Tang Dao.

The old enemies of China and Japan had already started a round of mutual harm before they even got to grips with each other, and both were quite fruitful. It was considered a draw.

"Besides, if you don't talk to Zhan Xiong face to face, Zhan Xiong will have to gather up his last strength to break out. Although the possibility is not great, you will lose the last chance to know the area where your subordinates are located." Seeing that Tang Dao was still unmoved, Fujiwara Zhan Xiong could only continue to persuade him.

"I have to say, Xiao Xiongxiong, you are a man. In order not to lose the last trump card, you would rather lose all supplies. You haven't eaten for nearly 20 hours! On this basis, you can still be so energetic after jumping up and down in such mountains for 11 hours, which is an eye-opener for us. However, Xiao Xiongxiong, you accidentally told the truth. The reason why you chose to wait for me here is that if you run any further, you will die on the spot without me attacking you!" Tang Dao's face was calm, and then his tone was cold.

"But you're still bragging to me about breaking through. Even if I order the entire 17th Division to open the way for you, if you can still move forward ten miles at the previous speed, I will personally send you to Pingbei City, what's wrong?"

Although Fujiwara Zhanxiong still called him Tang Jun, Tang Dao was too lazy to play any false flattery with him. He gave him the little bear, just like he called the half-grown wild boar that had made military achievements "little good boy".

Fujiwara Zhanxiong's face turned green again because of the three words "little bear". After a long while, he slowly said: "I admit that you are right, Tang Jun. Zhanxiong has indeed reached the most dangerous situation in his life. If he keeps running, he may not have the physical strength to fight with you, Tang Jun.

But so what, Zhanxiong may not escape this disaster after all, but there will always be a famous Chinese soldier to accompany him on the road to the underworld. However, his death is a bit miserable. The ants in Taihang Mountain are really strong!"

After these words, Tang Dao fell silent.

"Commander, no! The damn Japanese devils must have a conspiracy." Shen Laoliu's anxious voice came.

"I can throw out all my equipment, leaving only my samurai sword, and you can only take your bayonet. No, you may not have to be so troublesome, I have another one seized from your family, it's well made." Following the voice, Fujiwara Zhanxiong threw out his equipment little by little.

A Browning pistol, two grenades, in Shen Laoliu's scope, Fujiwara Zhanxiong's equipment that he had not been willing to discard until now was thrown out one by one, but his figure was not visible.

Obviously, Fujiwara Zhanxiong still did not relax his vigilance at this moment, and only one hand appeared at most.

"By the way, there is also your subordinate with a big sword, let him stay away, Zhanxiong alone is not enough for you, and Zhanxiong is definitely not an opponent with him." At this time, Fujiwara Zhanxiong completely lost the once arrogant master style, and instead looked like an honest child.

Because, what he said was the truth.

When Tang Dao was in Zhengcheng, he fought with him and his head was swollen. If Ming Xin was added, it would be a real death.

What the hell? Do you practice martial arts by facing men head on? It's okay to face one man, but two men together, playing a pincer attack from the front and back, forget it! Fujiwara Zhanxiong's arrogance had been thrown into the Mariana Trench the moment he fled in a panic.

"Okay, as you wish!" Tang Dao waved his hand behind him. "No one is allowed to go up the mountain without my order."

Although Ming Xin looked angry, he did not dare to disobey the order. He turned around and left with his big sword on his back.

Ming Xin's face was ugly, not because Tang Dao had to take the risk alone, but because he could not chop off the guy's dog head with one sword.

Among the people present, no one could understand Tang Dao's individual strength as well as Ming Xin. Ming Xin was confident that he would not be defeated by Tang Dao on the training ground, but that was on the training ground.

If it was a life-and-death fight on the battlefield, Mingxin knew very well that the one who would survive would be Tang Dao. If such a Tang Dao could die in the hands of the Japanese, then adding him would be in vain.

After giving the military order, Tang Dao slowly pulled out his pistol and threw it aside, even the bayonet tied to his calf and the bayonet tied to his arm, and walked slowly up the mountain with bare hands.

"As you wish, I'm here, Fujiwara Sen'o."

Watching Tang Dao slowly walk up the mountain with bare hands, Heizi grabbed the hammer that was already anxious and began to grin, his eyes full of helplessness but also full of admiration.

The commander ignored the military regulations that the Four Lines Regiment had already issued and took risks alone, but he had to go on this trip, just for the captured brothers to survive.

How could he not want to follow such a commander? Although he still thought it was wrong.

But, what if it was him? How should he choose? It should be the same as the commander! For the lives of comrades, everything is worth it, even if it means exchanging them.

"Keep an eye on them, if it's not the commander of the regiment, shoot immediately. Reiterate the order, shoot immediately, no matter when." Heizi gave Shen Laoliu and Lu Zhongda a killing order with murderous intent, and he also set up the MG34 machine gun.

Even though he knew it was almost impossible.

Maybe there are stronger people in the world than the commander, but it's definitely not this Japanese who was chased like a dog.

Since he followed Tang Dao, the Sihang Regiment has never been defeated, and Tang Dao has never lost. The battle in front of the Sihang Warehouse made Heizi believe that his commander killing Japanese is just a piece of cake.

That is almost not blind trust, but a kind of belief, which is completely different from Mingxin's simple evaluation based on strength. Perhaps the only similarity is that they all believe that Tang Dao will not lose.

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This mountain is not very high except for its steep terrain. The vertical height of more than 300 meters is only a few minutes for Tang Dao.

Soon, in the open space of nearly 300 meters on the top of the mountain, Tang Dao, who was walking slowly to the top of the mountain, saw Fujiwara Zhanxiong sitting cross-legged and waiting for him.

Fujiwara Zhanxiong was still trustworthy. He was probably afraid that Tang Dao would think that he was not trustworthy and turned around and ran away, so his last fight would be meaningless.

There were at least hundreds of people in the nearby area. As long as there was a signal flare, there would be more than a thousand people surrounding this side. Even if he was a flying bird, he would not be able to escape.

A military bayonet was inserted into the trunk of a big tree on the top of the mountain.

Tang Dao held the three-edged military bayonet that belonged to his brother and was inserted into the pine tree trunk by Fujiwara Zhanxiong in his backhand. He had no expression on his face. He just watched Fujiwara Zhanxiong, who was wearing military pants and a white shirt, slowly stand up.

Fujiwara Zhanxiong, who was holding a gleaming samurai sword in one hand, smiled: "Tang Jun is indeed loyal and righteous. No wonder he can make thousands of infantry regiments bow down to him. For the lives of his subordinates, he actually took risks alone. Zhanxiong admires him."

"If I were you, I wouldn't say so much nonsense. I have agreed to your conditions. Give me the location of my subordinates, and I will play a one-on-one match with you as you wish. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, but whether you live or die!" Tang Dao's voice was unprecedentedly cold.

He could no longer suppress the surging murderous intent in his chest.

Especially when he saw this Japanese pretending to be cool. It's not impossible to pretend, but he couldn't tolerate people who pretended to be cool with the lives of his comrades.

"Tang Jun wants the location, of course, but you have to have the ability to kill me first. Of course, I have to remind you that the location is drawn on my chest, don't let the blood blur it." Fujiwara Zhanxiong shook his head and sighed, unbuttoning his clothes, revealing his chest, and there was a map drawn on his chest.

Fujiwara Sen's "honest child" used this move to tell Tang Dao, don't hurt my vitals, and even don't let me bleed in front of me, otherwise, no one will know where your brother is buried.

You know what, he is really honest, exposing his little secret right at the beginning, as if Tang Dao couldn't help but take a closer look.

Unfortunately, he is not a girl, and Tang Danzuo is not in such a good mood.

Tang Dao narrowed his eyes slightly, slightly shifted his feet, and went straight up, more than ten meters away, in a flash.

Don't force it if you can take action, this is Tang Danzuo's usual habit.

Fujiwara Sen's so-called psychological blow is not even a scratch for Tang Dao, whose mind has long been tempered like steel by the battlefield of blood and fire.

Tang Dao rushed to the front, and the military bayonet in his right hand suddenly stabbed Fujiwara Sen's chest, straight into the single knife, cruel and direct. It was as if he was not affected by what Fujiwara Sen's words just said about the Tibetan map being drawn on his chest.

Tang Dao would certainly not be restrained by this. If he was disturbed by Fujiwara Sen's words and gave up attacking such a vital place as the chest, there would inevitably be some deviations between his moves. The battle between masters is only a millimeter apart, and any hesitation may cost him his life.

If he died, even if the special forces soldier was found and rescued, he would probably rather die himself? In any case, the most important thing to do now is to beat this guy so that his mother can't recognize him.

Damn, it's so fast, this is the most direct feeling of Fujiwara Sen's party.

Tang Dao, who has become the leader of thousands of people, has improved compared to a few months ago. This is really something that Fujiwara Sen's mind is incredible.

Combined with the attack launched by Tang Dao on him at dawn, Fujiwara Sen's more certain that Tang Dao did not use his full strength at that time, but just wanted to dig a hole for him.

The key is that he jumped with full calculations. When Fujiwara Sen's chest was stuffy when he thought of this.

However, the slight increase in blood pressure did not delay Fujiwara Sen's honest reaction. His wrist trembled slightly, and a knife flower appeared, slashing directly at Tang Dao's chest and abdomen.

He did not dodge or evade, but faced Tang Dao's military dagger with his chest, and slashed at his opponent with the knife in his hand.

It is not impossible to block Tang Dao's lightning-fast stab, but what about after blocking this stab?

Tang Dao, who had already taken the initiative, continued to attack, and he continued to block? If the two people are not much different in strength, the attacker will naturally have a great advantage, and the defending party will naturally have a lot of effort. If there is no accident, when the defending party is exhausted, it will be a dead end.

Therefore, Fujiwara Sen did not choose to resist, but chose to move forward like Tang Dao, with a posture of "you stab me to death, I will also slash you to death".

At this moment, Fujiwara Sen was stronger than a few months ago, that is, the courage to face death. He did not retreat at the last moment like a few months ago.

The battlefield, where there is only life and death, is the training ground for true masters.

Even though the wind from the sharp bayonet of the Tang Dao almost stung his eyes, he still chopped down the knife in his hand steadily.

The knife light and the stabbing shadow flashed on the mountain top under the red clouds in the sky!

Even the most imaginative people would not have thought that two super masters would fight and one move would lead to death together with the enemy.

If no one changed their moves, the next moment, the two super masters would see life and death in one move, one chest would be pierced by the bayonet, and the other would be slashed in the chest and abdomen by the sharp samurai sword.

No injuries, only death.

No one could survive.

The colder the Tang Dao's eyes were, if you looked closely, there was really a layer of blood covering his eyes, like a bloody mist.

"Die!"

Tang Dao Duan roared, and swung his left arm towards the blade, but his right arm continued to stab forward.

It seemed that his left arm was like cast iron and steel, and would block the sharp blade.

Obviously, that was impossible, and the final result would still be that his left arm was cut in half, and his chest and abdomen, which were wide open, would still be split open.

But Fujiwara Sen's face changed drastically.

This scene seemed very familiar!