Rise From Eight Hundred

The muscles of the crow suddenly tensed.

With the hunting experience of his youth, the crow knew that the enemy was only half a meter away from him.

Now there was only a thin wooden board half an inch thick between him and the Japanese! He could even clearly hear the heavy breathing of the Japanese!

Whether it was because of excitement or extreme fear, the crow lost the joy when he found the target, but was stiff all over, desperately reminding himself to stay calm.

He knew very well that the Japanese were not badgers, and he could not kill the opponent in one go, and he might be the one to die.

If it were replaced by an experienced veteran like Leng Feng or Lei Xiong, even a rookie like Niu Er who had spent a week on the killing battlefield of Sihang Warehouse, he would definitely shoot after adjusting his breathing.

The Mauser pistol with the burst device already turned on could fire 3 bullets in one second, enough to send the Japanese infantry who were close but knew nothing to see their Amaterasu.

But Crow is not like that. After all, he is just a platoon leader of the security group. He can play tricks, cheat, and even show off his bravery, but he is definitely a rookie when it comes to killing people.

Even though he had shot and killed at least one Japanese soldier in the melee last night, that was after all a long distance, and it was a probabilistic sweep, or even a burst of fire and then lying down and running away, so he had no time to be afraid.

And now, the enemy is so close that he can even hear the other party's breathing and heartbeat, but he has to shoot and kill. The enemy's blood may splash on his face. It is impossible to say that he is not afraid.

The fear from human instinct took Crow a full ten seconds to calm down.

But he was facing a veteran who had been in the army for four years and fought in the battlefield in North China. Even though Crow had tried his best to stabilize his breathing and heartbeat, Private First Class Yamaguchi, who was leaning against the wooden door, instinctively felt the danger.

It was not because he discovered something, it was purely an intuition.

Looking around and not finding any source of danger, Private First Class Yamaguchi subconsciously aimed his eyes at the gap in the wooden door.

Then, a Chinese second lieutenant and a Japanese Army corporal looked at each other in a gap that was only 0.5 cm wide.

Obviously, this was something neither of them had expected.

The Japanese infantryman who was looking for danger did not expect to actually find the target, and the second lieutenant of the security regiment who had been thinking quickly in his mind about how to kill two Japanese soldiers in one fell swoop did not expect the Japanese to be so stupid as to look at this side through such a narrow gap.

"There are Chinese!" Private First Class Yamaguchi's exclamation was already broken.

With a blank mind, Crow subconsciously waved his left hand.

What he held in his left hand was not a Mauser pistol.

But a Hanyang bayonet.

That was what Crow took from a dead platoon brother. If he had the chance, he would use this bayonet to stab a Japanese to death, and it would be considered as using the knife of the dead brother to personally avenge him.

This is the rule of the underworld, which will make him feel more at ease on the road.

The knife that was stabbed subconsciously under stimulation was even more terrible than the deliberate force.

The Hanyang bayonet, whose steel was far inferior to that of the Type 38 bayonet, still penetrated the half-inch thick wooden door after the tip of the knife was bent, and pierced the left eye of the Japanese soldier who had only time to tilt his head back five centimeters to warn his companions.

The delicate eyeball could not stop the sharp weapon from rushing forward. Even if the tip of the knife was bent, the bayonet at least pierced into the eye socket five centimeters.

It was not as violent as the Tang sword, but it was enough.

"Ah!" The Japanese corporal immediately let out a scream that was not like a human voice and fell to the ground.

This instinctive action of human beings aggravated the injury of the Japanese corporal.

The bent tip of the knife was like an iron hook, directly hooking out a ball of blood and flesh in the blood.

Blood spurted out from the hands that had thrown away the Type 38 rifle to cover the wound.

However, the Japanese soldier who fell to the ground did not struggle and wail as he should after being severely injured, but his whole body fell into a very strange twitch.

That was the helplessness of the muscle group trying to contract but unable to control the body, a bit like a frog that had been skinned and headed off.

The knife that Crow just used pierced his eyeball and penetrated into his skull. The force of falling backwards made the bent and deformed tip of the knife directly hook out some brain marrow, and the nerves that controlled motor function were completely destroyed.

Even so, the Japanese soldier could still react like a normal wounded soldier, which could only be said that their Amaterasu loved him too much.

After receiving the warning from his companion, the soldier rushed out of the room and roared at the back of the door panel with the bayonet blade still inserted.

One shot was not enough, so he pulled the bolt and continued to shoot.

He emptied a five-round magazine, and the thin wooden door had five bullet holes from top to bottom.

Although he couldn't see where the enemy was hiding behind the door, the experienced corporal didn't just shoot to vent his anger. He shot almost all the positions where an adult could hide.

After the magazine was empty, corporal Kagawa dodged to the side without hesitation. He had to be on guard against the enemy who was not shot and would counterattack.

During the shooting and dodging, the Japanese veteran didn't even look at his companion lying on the ground and twitching.

Because he knew that his companion who was lying on the ground without even screaming was dead, and there was a ball of meat hanging on the tip of the knife stuck in the wooden door.

That was a human eyeball.

Kagawa's rich combat experience saved him, and the crow that shrank into the corner to avoid his bullet also shot.

Twenty shots from the German Mauser rifle fired seven or eight bullets in one breath, and at least three of the bullets that were almost scattered fell on the position where the Japanese corporal had just stood.

"Damn it, why do the Chinese like to equip this kind of continuous-fire firearm? Can their fragile logistics keep up?" The Japanese corporal who hurriedly pressed bullets into the rifle from the bullet box hanging on his waist felt very painful.

Everything is afraid of comparison. The Type 38 rifle, which originally had extremely excellent performance, was a good gun with a straight trajectory and an effective range of up to 400 meters. It could kill the enemy at a long distance with excellent shooting skills, which was also the most proud way of the Japanese infantry.

But here, the Mauser rifle that can spray seven or eight bullets in one breath to cover a space of several meters can definitely compare the Type 38 rifle to garbage among garbage.

As for the logistics of the Security Corps, Private First Class Kagawa is really worried about eating carrots and salted eggs. The Security Corps is rich and has no shortage of bullets. This time, each person with a Mauser pistol is equipped with 15 magazines, each person with a rifle is equipped with 200 rounds of bullets, and the machine gun team is equipped with 600 rounds of bullets.

As for the battle-level logistics, when did the Security Corps consider so much? Let's talk about it after we can survive this day. Doesn't it hurt to think too much? Do you really think you are the commander of the war zone?

Not to mention that the Security Corps will not consider logistics, even the 67th Army and the 43rd Army have almost brought their own assets to Songjiang. Whether they can do anything in the future depends on whether they can survive after the Songjiang battle.

Of course, what makes Private First Class Kagawa feel painful is not because he finds out that he is a low-class person, and the Chinese people he looks down on are rich.

Rather, he lost the fire cover of his companions, and he still needs a few seconds to compress enough bullets to deal with the next wave of battle after the magazine is empty. But will the opponent give him such a chance?

Elite is elite, the idea of ​​the corporal of the ‘Steel Army’ division is completely correct, the opponent will not give him such an opportunity.

Crow, who fired a volley of bullets, kicked the wooden door open, stuck out the muzzle of the gun, and fired again at the Japanese corporal who hid to the side.

The Japanese corporal was directly ‘slapped’ to the ground.

The reaction of the Japanese corporal was extremely fast. He rushed to the side and rolled several times in a row. “Slap, slap, slap” three consecutive bullets chased the agile Japanese corporal and hit the ground with smoke and dust, but did not hit him.

But unfortunately, the Songjiang Security Corps was equipped with a twenty-shot imported from Germany, which means it has a magazine capacity of 20 rounds.

Crow, who kept firing empty, gritted his teeth and continued to shoot. Finally, when he fired the sixth bullet, the Japanese corporal, who was extremely agile in dodging and moving, slowed down a little and he was shot.

Corporal Kagawa was extremely unwilling. He did not lose in skills and tactics, but in firearms.

At this time, it was too late to raise the gun and fight back in vain.

Crow still had bullets, and it was easier to kill a chicken at such a close distance.

He fired several shots in a row, all of which landed on the Japanese corporal, until the Mauser pistol fired a blank shot.

The Japanese corporal was left with only unconscious twitching.

"Two more killed!" Crow reached out and took the three melon grenades left on the two Japanese infantrymen and put them in his pocket, then turned and ran.

A smile finally appeared on his face, which had been a little stiff.

He knelt in the wilderness that night and swore that he would kill 10 Japanese as sacrifices to her.

Now, there are already three.