Rise From Eight Hundred

However, the crazy roars on the battlefield have no other effect except to vent their emotions.

What's even more tragic is that it also points out the target for the lurking enemy.

Tang Dao, who had just finished a sneak attack on another Japanese army, followed the sound and threw two melon grenades in succession.

Although they were nearly 20 meters apart, the grenade, which was as accurate as a grenade, directly sent away the Japanese second lieutenant and several soldiers who were so angry that they couldn't help themselves. Then they raised their guns and hit the two men who were more than ten meters away until then. After killing the lurking sentry who had woken up and was still confused, Tang Dao then looked at the two survivors in the house that he had spared.

He frowned and put one foot in his ribs.

There was a muffled grunt, and the severe pain caused the two Japanese infantrymen who had been knocked unconscious by his slap to arch up.

But obviously, this kind of violent awakening is very effective.

The two Japanese soldiers woke up one after another. The first time they woke up, they saw a Tang knife standing in front of them holding a Sanba bayonet with blood dripping down in one hand.

Of course, what frightened the two Japanese soldiers the most was not the knife that had obviously just killed someone before, but the bloody red teeth exposed in Tang Dao's slightly cracked mouth.

Because of the need to hide before, Tang Dao mostly used cold weapons to kill people. Although his extremely rich killing skills allowed the Japanese army to kill people as quickly as possible, the blood spattered when killing pigs would inevitably splash on his face and body.

Tang Dao, who used the "Five Drums of Soul-Severing Incense" to send the exhausted Japanese troops into a deep sleep, then went on a killing spree, killed at least twenty people with cold weapons, plus the few people he had just killed with grenades and shot. According to his observation, this should be the remaining strength of this infantry team after a day of fighting.

An adult weighing 70 kilograms has about 5 liters of blood. The Japanese infantry were well-nourished. Although most of them had short legs and short stature, they were strong and powerful, and they basically weighed close to 70 kilograms.

It is not clear how much blood Tang Dao, who killed so many Japanese soldiers one by one with his knife, was stained with blood.

The blood that splashed to the tips of the hair and condensed and dripped flowed to the face and then to the mouth. Could the originally healthy white teeth turn red?

Anyway, in the eyes of the two Japanese soldiers who were tied up like twists by him, under the moonlight, the tall man with wet hair dripping with thick blood and a set of red teeth was the man whose head came from ancient times. A vicious beast.

They were not sure whether the beast had actually torn people alive, but they were sure that the beast had killed many people.

The strong smell of blood on his body even exceeded that of the room, because there were five colleagues lying there, a team of seven people, except for the two of them, there were two and a half pairs lying quietly on the ground bleeding.

The flowing blood flowed unbridled in the house like a stream.

Thinking with their buttocks, they also knew that it was all the work of the devil in front of them.

Their mouths were not blocked, and they could have shouted loudly, asking for help or warning, which is what a heroic Army soldier of the Empire of Japan should do.

However, facing this demon-like man holding a sword with one hand, the two frightened Japanese soldiers fell silent.

"Very good, at least from now on it seems that you two are very smart and are qualified for me to chat with you." Tang Dao said in proficient Japanese.

"The closest friendly forces to you are 100 meters away. When they hear the explosion here, they will wake up first and wait until they are sure that their defense line is not in danger before sending personnel to inquire. This time is about 3 minutes. But I still need to set up a certain disguise before leaving, and it will take another minute and a half, so..." Tang Dao analyzed the two Japanese soldiers in a clear manner, and then said leisurely:

"So, according to what my hometown says, you two princes don't have much time left for you. Think carefully about how to answer my question."

The two Japanese soldiers are a little confused. So far, they have not figured out what this murderous devil wants to know from them, so there is not much time left for Taijun. Who is Taijun?

Tang Dao was not in a hurry, he looked up at the sky outside the window, squinting his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking. For about twenty or thirty seconds, there was a suffocating silence in the room with the flashlight on.

Brother, what exactly do you want to ask, you have to ask! Although the two Japanese soldiers remained silent, the expressions in their eyes were constantly changing. I am afraid that as time passed, this thought flashed through their minds countless times.

"Oh! I seem to have forgotten to ask a question. It's not a secret. What organization do you belong to, what is the name of the leader, what is the name of the squadron leader, who is the group leader, what is your last name, that's all. "Tang Dao looked away from the window and looked down at the two Japanese soldiers.

"We said, will you let us go?" a Japanese soldier asked pretending to be calm.

His face remained calm, but his wandering eyes had actually betrayed the panic in his heart. While waiting for Tang Dao to think of something, he must have been fighting between heaven and man for a long time.

"The person who spoke first, I guarantee that he will not die in my hands, in the name of my Tang Dao ancestor." Tang Dao answered seriously. "But if you deceive me, then I will cut his blood vessels and trachea. Maybe you don't know what that feels like. Have you ever seen killing a chicken?"

Before the other Japanese soldier could speak, Tang Dao kicked him out and knocked him unconscious. He looked at the Japanese soldier who spoke first and said, "He is a little late, so he should go to sleep first. You can say it. When your companion wakes up, he will It will confirm your answer. If it is wrong, you are the chicken, and he can survive by chance, and maybe have a chance to see his parents and beloved wife. "

Devil, this is a real devil! The psychological defense of the Japanese army who spoke first was directly defeated by Tang Dao.

The Japanese army who originally wanted to fool Tang Dao by randomly pulling out the names of a few colleagues knew that the consequence of doing so was that no matter whether his colleagues could survive or not, he would definitely die first.

Like a worm twisting on the ground and dying from suffocation and excessive blood loss, because the chicken with its neck cut had legs and wings at least, and it could still flutter in pain, but he was tied up and could only twist his head helplessly...

"We are the 4th Infantry Battalion of the 13th Infantry Regiment..." The Japanese army whose psychological defense was defeated reported all the answers that Tang Dao wanted at the fastest speed.

"Very good, the soldiers of the 6th Division are really good!" Tang Dao nodded with satisfaction.

Then he took another Japanese soldier out in the eyes of the Japanese army who were pleading, and continued to wake him up in a rough way. The Japanese army who heard Tang Dao's report of the organization looked ashen, knowing that their companions had confessed, and they could no longer resist. According to Tang Dao's request, they said the names of their superiors one by one to confirm.

The two Japanese soldiers were finally alive when Tang Dao left. Tang Dao would never break his promise after swearing in the name of his ancestors, but the two Japanese soldiers seemed to have ignored what Tang Dao said, that they would not die in his hands.

Or maybe not, just in case!

Luck is the most common choice for most people when facing a crisis.

Two minutes later.

Six melon grenades were tied between two Japanese soldiers standing back to back. The trigger of one of them was tied to a rope after being fired, and the rope was trembling and horizontal at a height of half a foot from the ground at the entrance of the gate.

The two Japanese soldiers who were tied to wooden pillars and gagged could only watch a colleague kick open the door after being unable to call, and were shocked by the pile of corpses in the yard. They subconsciously took a step forward and then retracted. The cautious enough Japanese saved their lives, but the rope blocked by the threshold was kicked off and the grenade was detonated.

They did not die at the hands of Tang Dao, but died at the feet of their colleagues.

Tang Dao kept his promise. Since he said he would not kill them personally, he could only ask others to do it.

He calmly arranged everything under the vicious and crazy curses of the two Japanese soldiers.

In that time and space, countless ghosts looked at them with a more humble look than them, but did they pity? Fear? Guilt?

No, they still raised the sharp steel knives in their hands.

The Sixth Division had more than 20,000 people, and even calling them beasts made the beasts feel insulted.

Hungry wolves and tigers only bite off their trachea to kill them and then eat their flesh and blood, because they want to survive, that is the law of nature.

There has never been a creature like these "four-legged beasts" that Tang Dao faced, who took death as entertainment, and they reveled in the breath of death.

Creatures that do not respect life do not need to have life.

There may be Japanese who were let go by Tang Dao's men, but they are definitely not the Tenth Army, and they will never belong to the Sixth Division, even if they are dogs they raise.

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PS: There was a problem with the network. It took me half a day to get it back online. Sorry for the late update!