Rise From Eight Hundred

It is impossible for a lonely street kid to survive, not to mention in the Republic of China where material resources are not abundant, even in the future, without some unconventional operations.

A teenager who cannot observe the surrounding environment and runs away at any time, who has been living on the edge of the city since childhood, is probably either starved to death or beaten to death.

This is the observation talent squeezed out by survival.

With such a talented observer, Crow has become much more relaxed.

"Chani Liangbi, I can't shoot accurately at a distance, and I can't shoot accurately at close range?" Crow looked at the approaching Japanese soldiers and was not surprised but happy. After thinking for a while, he threw away the light machine gun that was not convenient to use and picked up the familiar Mauser pistol.

Soon, a five-man Japanese squad entered the broken wall area, only 20 meters away from the top of the pagoda. Crow, holding the Mauser pistol, exhaled lightly, "Bang Bang Bang!" and swept a volley of bullets at the Japanese infantry.

Several Japanese soldiers rolled on the ground with infantry evasive tactics, hid in the broken wing room, and used the remaining brick wall as a cover. The tactical action was standard and fast.

"Uncle Crow, how many devils can you kill this time?" The little bald man blinked his eyes with expectation.

"Don't worry, at least two or three, didn't you see that they all fell down?" Crow approached the hole and watched the Japanese soldiers' movements, while gritting his teeth and holding on.

From the picture, the Japanese were all knocked down, but he really didn't know how many were hit.

"Machine gun cover, Honda-san, you two move forward quickly, don't worry, the Chinese's shooting skills are really bad!" The Japanese corporal rolled several times and hid behind the broken wall. He looked around and found that the four soldiers following him were all in good condition, so he naturally became courageous.

When two Japanese infantrymen jumped out of the ruins and ran wildly with explosive packs, Crow poured out all the bullets that he had not used up just now in one breath, without checking whether he hit the target or not. He threw the empty Mauser pistol into the little bald man's hand, picked up the Czech light machine gun, pulled the bolt and continued to fire.

These two devils were carrying explosive packs. If they were allowed to blow up the bottom of the tower, not only would he die, but the little guy behind him would also be finished. Under the pressure of life and death crisis, Crow's mind did not have any goal of killing ten Japanese soldiers.

He just held the light machine gun and fired, holding the trigger without letting go, and emptied the twenty-round magazine in one breath with long bursts.

Then, he dropped the machine gun, picked up the Hanyang-made gun that had been loaded with magazines and placed next to it, and pulled the bolt to shoot at the feces-yellow color vaguely visible in the field of vision, and then pulled the bolt to shoot again.

Under the crisis, the potential of the human body is completely squeezed out.

Crow never thought that he could shoot so fast. The terrible recoil of machine guns and rifles seemed to have no effect on him at all.

He was not afraid of death now, but he did not want to be killed by the Japanese so easily, and also took with him a boy who had a similar childhood experience.

He hoped that the boy could live.

Outside the tower, the three light machine guns used by the Japanese army for cover never stopped shooting, including the infantry's rifles. Dozens of Japanese infantrymen also knew that if the two demolition experts could succeed, they would at least not have to worry about fighting with the "desperate" Chinese on the top of the tower.

The Chinese, who had no way to retreat, did not care about their lives, and they did not want to be buried with him.

The fierce bullet flow swept the stone chips on the pagoda, and even bullets passed through the holes and shot into the inside of the pagoda, but the Buddha appeared again, not a single bullet hit the two people in the tower, and even the ricochets that had no pattern to follow only passed by in a thrilling way.

Xia Dayu's thick black straight eyebrows were scratched by a ricochet bullet, just like a sharp sword splitting them in two, but miraculously no deeper skin and flesh were injured. Only a bean-sized black spot was burned by the hot bullet, just like a mole in the brow.

No one knew the origin of the mole in the eyebrow of the young soldier who was later called "Broken Eyebrow", and he never mentioned it.

Because, in the heart of the young man, it was the mark of connection left by the Buddha for him and Uncle Crow, who had only been with him for a short time.

Whenever he frowned in trouble, he would think of that misty autumn, when a shirtless young man with terrible shooting skills tried his best to block the boy.

No matter how difficult it was, it was just a fight for life.

Just like now, no one knows how many bullets have hit this pagoda that has never collapsed despite hundreds of years of wind and frost and fierce artillery fire. It was not until several years after the war that the workers responsible for repairing the pagoda counted the bullet holes on the pagoda wall and confirmed that the crazy Japanese army had poured more than 1000 bullets on the pagoda wall.

The pagoda was also full of choking smoke. Crow fired 45 bullets in one breath using three types of firearms until he found that the smoke caused by the shooting almost made it impossible for him to see outside the pagoda, and then he stopped shooting.

"Uncle Crow, you killed the devil." The little bald head who didn't realize that he had a broken eyebrow put one eye to the hole and shouted excitedly.

Two shit-yellow people were lying on the ground less than 0 meters away from the pagoda. Only this time, the little bald head could finally confirm that Crow really killed two Japanese soldiers.

Because the blood flowing from the ground where the Japanese soldiers were lying was like a stream flowing into the distance, winding and tortuous, extremely obvious.

The two Japanese soldiers were hit by at least five bullets each. No matter whether it was the Hanyang-made 7.92 round-head bullet, the Mauser pistol's 7.63 bullet, or the Czech-style 7.92 bullet, the lethality was far greater than the 6.5-caliber pointed bullet of the Japanese Type 38 rifle. One bullet could kill someone, let alone several bullets.

No longer pursuing results, he only thought about shooting at the target. Crow accidentally understood the essence of shooting. In addition, the distance was close, and the Mauser pistol was a gun that he was familiar with, and it was a burst-fire gun. If the two Japanese infantrymen were not beaten into a honeycomb, it would be like Amaterasu coming to wrestle with the Buddha.

"Haha, Uncle Crow, it turns out that you really deceived the little devils at the beginning! I understand, this is a tactic." The little bald head looked at the Japanese corpses lying motionless on the ground not far away. Not only was he not afraid, but he smiled.

What made the boy happy was not the successful harvest of the glorious results of the two devils, but the extraordinary and heroic Uncle Crow in his mind did not live up to his imagination. As long as Uncle Crow was still so awesome, wouldn't the Japanese devils die as many as they came?

The boy never thought that since Crow fired the first shot from here, the two of them had actually fallen into a deadly situation. The Xilin Temple only enshrined the clay Buddha, and now he was burned black by the incendiary bomb.

If he wanted to live, perhaps he could only rely on miracles.

Crow

Looking at the boy's delighted face and eyebrows cut by ricochet bullets, he really couldn't bear to tell the truth. He really just relied on luck!

However, being able to kill the Japanese is a skill.

As long as the Japanese dare to come, he dares to fight.

There are still nearly 200 rounds of machine rifle bullets, 4 full magazines of Mauser pistols, and one unused grenade. He has the confidence to deal with this bunch of cowards for another hour.

As for Komura Kumaichi who was observing not far away, he was not angry but happy when he saw two subordinates being killed.

The purpose of sending this five-man team was actually very simple, just a test.

It not only tests whether there are still Chinese in the ruins of the temple, but also tests the true strength of the Chinese on the top of the pagoda.

If there is an ambush in the ruins, the five-man team, which is not too many and definitely not too few, will be thrown to them, at least saving his life and the lives of his close subordinates.

Now it seems that there is no ambush in the ruins, and he can see the real strength of the Chinese firepower point on the top of the pagoda.

Yes, through the intensity of the attack from the top of the pagoda, the Japanese veterans who had participated in more than a dozen large and small battles were sure that there was only one Chinese on the top of the pagoda. Although there were machine guns, Mauser pistols and rifles, judging from the shooting rate and the frequency of changing guns, it could only be shot by one person.

He even judged that the enemy he could not see was not an experienced veteran in terms of shooting accuracy and firepower deployment. If it was Komura Kumaichi himself in that position, he was sure that he would only need 5 bullets at most to send the two to Amaterasu.

Komura Kumaichi cast his eyes on the Japanese squad on the other side.

He had already made a sacrifice to let two of his men go as cannon fodder to test the strength of the Chinese in the temple. Now, it was naturally the turn of the other two squads to contribute.

Another sergeant did not hesitate, and waved his hand, and the same five-man team was on standby. A Japanese squad over there also sent out a similar lineup.

But this time, they were basically mainly demolition soldiers, and they would attack from both sides.

The Chinese were destined to lose sight of one thing while focusing on the other.

The success rate is almost 100%.