Rise From Eight Hundred

Not to mention that the Japanese could not imagine that the Chinese would be so bold, even soldiers like Niu Er and Hei Zi who were already familiar with Tang Dao were shocked when they heard that Tang Dao was going to sneak into the Japanese outer patrol alone to kill people.

That was nearly a hundred fully armed soldiers, not a hundred pigs.

And even if it was a hundred pigs, you, a butcher, could not kill them all!

But Tang Dao was the supreme commander. Once he made a decision, few people could shake his will.

Just like when he decided to take a cavalry squad and several soldiers away from the main force to carry out a harassing attack on the 36th Infantry Brigade, not to mention the major battalion commanders Gong Shaoxun and others, even Lei Xiong and Leng Feng, who were closest to him, had strongly opposed it.

It was not that Tang Dao was not capable enough, but that Tang Dao was no longer the little second lieutenant platoon leader in the Sihang Warehouse.

The Japanese army could make mistakes and losses continuously, and even the major general brigade commander could be lost, but Tang Dao only needed to make a mistake once, and the advance regiment, which had become an isolated army, would lose its supreme commander.

The advance team was established because of Tang Dao's suggestion. The mission and future tactical plans were all planned by Tang Dao alone. The headquarters also ordered him to lead the entire army. If he died, the advance team would lose its direction.

The lives of 3,000 people were all in the hands of Tang Dao alone.

Even if you are abandoned, you have to fight for your life! Even if there is little hope.

But surprisingly, Tan Tai Mingyue, who should have opposed it, chose to support Tang Dao at this time.

There is no reason, just because she believes that Tang Dao can return safely.

Yes, as a woman, she will worry about the man she likes, but as a comrade-in-arms, Tan Tai Mingyue chooses to believe.

If no one slows down the march of the 36th Infantry Brigade, at most two days, the advance team that cannot avoid the Japanese reconnaissance aircraft and has less and less room for maneuver will be caught up by the Japanese army.

3000vs8000, without the support of heavy weapons such as mountain artillery, no matter how elite the advance regiment is, it will inevitably suffer heavy losses in the battle against the Japanese army in the open field.

With the support of Tan Tai Mingyue, Tang Dao completely used his personal prestige to overwhelm all the school-level officers who were qualified to participate in the military meeting, handed over the command of the advance regiment to Lei Xiong, and sneaked into the wilderness to carry out special operations against the 36th Infantry Brigade.

Niu Er, Lu Sanjiang and others naturally could not stop the madness of their own supreme commander.

"Sir, take me, I can do it." Seeing that Tang Dao had made up his mind, Lu Sanjiang could only settle for the second best, looking at Tang Dao who was sorting out his equipment, and asked for a fight.

"You?" Tang Dao grinned slightly in the night, and his white teeth were like a blade hidden in the dark.

"You may be good at riding on a horse and slashing people with a knife, Sanjiang, but do you know how much blood a person has? Do you know how to drain 70% of a person's blood in the shortest time without making a sound? Do you know how long the smell of blood stays in the air? These things! You have to kill a few more Japanese to know."

Lv Sanjiang was stunned. He had never heard of what Tang Dao said. The baptism he experienced on the training ground and on the battlefield only told him: Don't be afraid, rush over, and chop off the enemy's head before the enemy's knife chops off your head.

Killing people, there is so much fancy!

"You have done very well!" Before leaving, Tang Dao looked back at Lv Sanjiang standing there, and sighed slightly. "However, if you want to survive this war, you have to become stronger."

Although these soldiers in front of him are still good in their respective fields, they are still far behind in terms of individual combat power in Tang Dao's eyes.

This kind of sneaking into the enemy camp in the dark night to attack and kill, looking at the entire advance group, perhaps only Lei Xiong and Leng Feng can catch Tang Dao's eyes.

In the killing battlefield at dawn, Tang Dao could only fight alone.

Niu Er and others could only watch Tang Dao's figure sink into the darkness, while they could only wait a thousand meters away.

Watching the superior rush into the most dangerous battlefield, they could only wait anxiously, which was almost a shame for the soldiers.

However, those who only remember shame and do not strive for progress will always be weak, and the strong will be motivated by this.

The seeds of wanting to become stronger and catch up with the superior have been planted in the hearts of the cavalry sergeants and several soldiers...

The first to die was not the Japanese sentry who was dozing with his back against him.

The Tang Dao that sneaked into the grass in the dark night was like a giant python that swallowed people, covering its mouth and nose and stabbing into the human heart with one knife.

People who fell into deep sleep would wake up because of severe pain, but their eyes widened in fear could not even see the appearance of the enemy. Their twisting bodies were tightly entangled in the grass by bodies that were much stronger than them. The low humming sound was quickly blown away by the mountain wind and disappeared in the wilderness of southeast China.

In just fifteen seconds, a human body with a pierced heart that has completely lost the ability to supply blood to the whole body will lose consciousness, but the man-eating 'giant python' will still not let go of its hands tightly covering its mouth and nose. The body that can only tremble slightly in the night wind will completely return to calm after 30 seconds. Only then will the 'crackling' sound emitted by the throat when a human is on the verge of death completely dissipate.

The Japanese army can make mistakes, and the death of one, two or even a hundred people is harmless to their huge forces, but the Tang sword dancing on the tip of the knife cannot.

His life and death no longer belong to him personally, but to the entire advance group army, and even to the three infantry divisions that are fighting against the 18th Division on the Jiashan National Defense Line dozens of kilometers away.

Tang Dao chose to harass Ushijima Mitsuru and the 36th Infantry Brigade constantly, not just to delay their pursuit speed.

He wanted to anger Ushijima Mitsuru.

Only angry people make mistakes.

The Japanese killed with cold guns and cold cannons did not stop the 36th Infantry Brigade, nor did they see any changes in their tactics.

Obviously, it was not enough.

Then add some more ingredients.

Use the blood of the Japanese to fertilize this already fertile land.

Half an hour later, the two Japanese infantry squads that were close together, with a total of 28 people, including four sentries, were all "sleeping" in the grass, and they would never wake up again in this life.

But Tang Dao didn't leave, he sat in the pile of corpses to change clothes.

He patiently wiped the blood on his head, face and body with the Japanese army's relatively clean military uniforms, and then put on clean cotton clothes.

Of course, it was not to look more handsome after killing people, "Kill one person every ten steps, and don't get a drop of blood on your body! 'That's a martial arts novel.

In the real battlefield, a soldier who killed more than 20 people with a knife had a strong smell of blood on his body. Not to mention humans, even jackals, tigers and leopards would run away with their tails between their legs when they smelled it.

Before the next wave of killing, the Tang Dao needs to remove the bloody smell that can make people enter nightmares.

Nightmares always wake up.

After changing clothes, relax and rest for five minutes, adjust the body functions to the best, and then the Tang Dao immersed in the darkness will continue its slaughter.

The night before dawn is extremely dark.

Listen carefully to the wind in the wilderness, and someone is sobbing, which makes people shudder.

But the extremely exhausted Japanese army did not.

They were all sleeping.

The sentinels who were still awake would never wake up their companions because of the cold and weird wind sound, otherwise they would be scolded to death!

So that in the early morning, a Japanese squad on the periphery used an iron whistle to contact the friendly army but received no response. They had to rush to the friendly camp and found the heart-wrenching murder scene.

More than 50 people died.

Most of them died from bayonet wounds in the chest, which showed the murderer's skillful technique.

The few who died from their necks being twisted and their throats and cervical vertebrae being stabbed by a knife were all sentries.

There was no sign of resistance in the bushes.

The murderer's killing skills and ferocity made people's backs cold.

But what is more terrifying is that the killing method is exactly the same. Does that mean that it was done by one person?

In less than two hours, one person quietly wiped out four squads. Even if they fell asleep due to extreme fatigue, it is unimaginable.

This may be the devil released from hell by the Chinese!

Almost every Japanese soldier who saw the more than 50 corpses neatly placed on the open ground quietly touched the amulet hanging on his chest, and his balls were cold.

As the highest commander of the 36th Infantry Brigade, Ushijima Mitsuru did not fly into a rage as his subordinates imagined.

The Japanese Army Major General was silent, silently looking at the fifty-six bodies neatly placed in front of him.

Four infantry squads, all killed.

Dozens of elite soldiers did not die in the charge, nor did they die under the guns and cannons, but were emptied of all the blood in their bodies by the Chinese with knives under the eyes of his 8,000-man army.

Yes, the bodies were so pale that it was frightening, just like slaughtered pigs.

There were even several Type 38 bayonets with rolled edges left at the scene. The Type 38 bayonets were made of such excellent steel that they would roll, showing the toughness of human bones and the brutality of the murderer who used local materials.

The deliberately left behind rolled bayonets were telling the 36th Infantry Brigade that he had killed them with the Japanese infantrymen's own knives.

Only officers who were familiar with Ushijima Mitsuru knew that the silent brigade commander was not angry, but was extremely angry!

"Telegram to Mr. Ushijima Sadao of the 18th Division"