Rise From Eight Hundred

To be honest, even Tang Dao, who was lurking 20 meters in front of the sentry with 60 guards, observed for at least 15 minutes before confirming that the Japanese army really only had visible sentries and no hidden sentries.

Dumbfounded!

Then, he became more and more fearful.

This time, he had no intention of killing people quietly.

The 60 guards had 24 submachine guns and 38 Mauser pistols, each carrying 6 grenades and 6 magazines. In addition, they found more than 20 machetes, which were carried on the backs of the strong Northeastern men. All of them were close combat weapons.

And Tang Dao himself was more like a mobile firepower depot, more exaggerated than the Northeastern men.

He had two Mauser pistols on his left and right, an MP28 submachine gun in his hand, a sharp saber captured from a Japanese cavalry officer on his back, a Type 38 bayonet tied to his leg, and ten magazines filled with bullets tied to his belt, and four grenades hanging on his waist.

He looked like an anti-Japanese version of Rambo, except that he was showing off his bronze tendons.

It might be because the late autumn in Jiangnan was already very cold, and he saved energy to maintain body temperature. Otherwise, in order to reduce the weight as much as possible, Tang Dao, who was already carrying more than 30 kilograms, would probably do this.

Watching Tang Dao hanging these equipment on his body little by little, the guards, from Captain Peng on down, couldn't help but widen their eyes.

It was hard for them to believe that someone would arm themselves like this.

These weapons looked cool hanging on their bodies, but the premise was that they had to be able to run with these things on their backs!

Fighting is not just about looking awesome. You need to be flexible. If you are a little slower, the flying bullets will make you look like a sieve.

But Tang Dao is much more powerful than they imagined. He can run with a weight of nearly 40 kilograms, and he is like a civet cat in the dark. He runs fast and lands silently. It is clear that he has reached a level of control over his body that is unimaginable to them.

And all this was done under such a heavy load.

It is hard to imagine how flexible he would be if he reduced the weight to less than 10 kilograms.

From the south gate of Cangcheng, 60 guards led by Tang Dao circled nearly 700 meters and approached the Japanese position from the other side of the wilderness.

During the day, they had already observed the terrain through telescopes and memorized it in their hearts, which made Tang Dao feel at home under the faint moonlight. It took them only 15 minutes to reach the destination of more than a mile.

It was already 3 o'clock in the morning, and it was also the time when humans needed to sleep to recuperate their physical needs.

But Tang Dao still did not rush to attack the Japanese army that seemed to be lax in their guard.

He lay in the field only 20 meters away from the Japanese sentry and waited for another 15 minutes.

Not only did he have to observe the situation of the Japanese position, but he also continued to wait, waiting for the Japanese to sleep more soundly.

People who wake up from sleep will be surprised by their slow reaction.

Until the moment when three Japanese sentries gathered together and used their bodies to block the river wind blowing from ten kilometers away, so that they could light a match and take a puff of cigarette to refresh themselves.

Tang Dao finally moved.

From the perspective of the guard company commander who was only 15 meters behind him, Tang Dao at that time was like a snake swimming in the field.

Or, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a fat four-legged lizard.

Because he had too much equipment on him, causing his originally burly body to look a little bloated under the moonlight.

He had the submachine gun on his back, biting the back of the sharp saber in his mouth, holding a Type 38 bayonet without a scabbard in his hand, and then exerting force with his hands and feet, assisted by the strength of his waist and abdomen, his whole body moved forward on the ground at a height of only 20 centimeters above the ground.

The three Japanese sentinels who were facing the outside and lighting cigarettes with matches had no idea that someone would crawl over from the ground at this time, and the speed was so fast.

Only one of the three cigarettes was lit. The Japanese soldier who took a puff of the cigarette just turned his head and didn't have time to exhale the blue smoke that was inhaled and circulated in his lungs, and the cigarette fell to the ground from his mouth.

The mouth with big yellow teeth was wide open.

A large black shadow suddenly jumped out five meters in front of him.

The black occupied his entire field of vision.

It was like the inner OS of a deer who had just finished eating a mouthful of plump and tender water grass, and suddenly looked up, but found that a ferocious beast with an unclear face was rushing towards him.

It must not be a tiger.

But what the hell is this? What is it for?

The thought was still spinning in his little head, and the Type 38 bayonet in Tang Dao's hand stabbed fiercely, and with just one stab, it stabbed into the organ where the cigarette had just dropped.

Who made him open his legs so wide, as if, just like Mr. Ozawa's legs that were trying hard to open, if he didn't stab him, he would be sorry for him.

This stab was a bit deep, and it was not enough to reach the bottom, and it also went through the brain.

Until this moment, the two Japanese soldiers who had just lowered their heads to light cigarettes were startled by the light sound of the knife and meat contacting, and subconsciously raised their heads.

Tang Dao, who was still holding the bayonet in his right hand to keep the Japanese infantry from falling, loosened his mouth, and the saber fell, was caught by his left hand, and swung out suddenly.

"Kacha!"

The Japanese soldier who had just raised his head only felt a flash of light, and then felt dizzy, as if the world had become 360 ​​degrees without dead angles.

For example, he seemed to see his crotch.

But he is clearly looking up, not down!

Where does this perspective come from?

The Japanese soldier's eyes suddenly widened, and his mind was full of thoughts and worries. He tried hard to think about why his perspective suddenly became so unscientific.

He proved with facts that when a person's head is cut off and there is blood supply in the head, the brain is still conscious.

Yes, the saber specially made by Fujiwarahara Ichi is so sharp that even Tang Dao was surprised.

He seized this saber that did not leave a single gap in the cavalry fight, but originally just thought that "the thief never leaves empty-handed". The shape of the saber looked good, and he would give it to Lei Xiong or Leng Feng who like cold weapons as a gift in the future.

Time was urgent, and he did not have a chance to test the saber. When he planned to attack at night, he carried the saber by the way.

Tang Dao did not know that the Fujiwara family had put a lot of effort into the equipment of Fujiwarahara Ichi. Not only was the warhorse a first-class good horse, but the saber in his hand alone cost tens of thousands of yen to make.

The yen of this era is not the lunch money of a few thousand yen in the future. The annual salary of a Japanese army general is only 6,600 yen. As for the lowest-ranking private in the Japanese army, the annual salary is a pitiful 72 yen.

Under such purchasing power, a saber that costs tens of thousands of yen to make can show the huge investment.

There must be output if there is investment. In order to facilitate chopping on horseback, this saber imitated from the horizontal sword of the ancient Tang Dynasty in China did not use the samurai sword with an arc, but was made completely according to the ancient horizontal sword refining method stolen from the Tang Dynasty in China.

The most advanced cold weapon in ancient China was the technology of covering the earth and burning the blade and wrapping the steel after the technology of the Eastern Han Dynasty hundred steel refining and partial quenching. The single-sided blade and the back of the blade were tough enough to split heavy armor, let alone in this era.

A knife that the Japanese spent a lot of money to imitate the technology of the Chinese ancestors showed amazing destructive power under the force of the Tang sword, and cut off the head of the Japanese soldier with one chop.

Because the head of the Japanese soldier was cut off so cleanly, he was still thinking for a few seconds.

Relatively speaking, he was lucky, at least he died in confusion.

His last companion was the one who really died of fear.

The fear of losing his head and falling at his feet made the Japanese soldier subconsciously open his mouth and scream, and his mouth just opened.

A warm liquid covered his head and face, and his open mouth was filled with a fishy warmth.

He just reacted and realized that this was blood spurting out from his companion's neck. At the moment when he tried desperately to spit it out, the saber that had just taken his companion's life flashed again, and it slashed in the opposite direction, directly cutting off half of his head from the hard mandible upwards.

Perhaps because only part of the blade was used, the half of the head that was about to fall off was stuck to the scalp and drooped on the side of the other half of the face, trembling slightly as the Japanese soldier vomited subconsciously.

The bloody and cruel scene almost made the nearest elite guard company commander vomit.

At this point, he was sure that he, who had learned the "Eight Blades of Breaking the Front" from the Northwest Army, could not survive more than three moves under Tang Dao, who had killed three Japanese soldiers in a row.

Even so, it was still a head-on battle.

If it was a sneak attack, he would probably not be much better than these three Japanese soldiers.

Until this moment, all three Japanese soldiers were killed, and the Japanese bodies that fell down with a plop made a rather dull sound in the darkness.

It was heard from a long distance in the originally silent night.

However, no Japanese soldiers were alarmed.

They were too tired.

From early morning to dusk, they marched quickly for a day and fought two more battles with the Chinese. They were not iron men?

Maybe even if Teacher Ozawa was panting beside them at this moment, expecting them to poke him, they would just think it was a spring dream!

Tang Dao waved his hand coldly, and the guard company commander fired a flare into the sky.

Scattered in front of the 500-meter-long Japanese position, 60 dark blue soldiers with white towels wrapped around their necks, in groups of 5, either armed with two Mauser pistols and three submachine guns, or three Mauser pistols and two submachine guns, ran towards the Japanese position.