Rise From Eight Hundred

11 o'clock in the evening!

In the field outside Liuxi Town, Jiashan.

"Damn Chinese, damn Ogawa..." A Japanese sergeant sat on a cold tree stump, scraping the mud off his boots with a bayonet, and cursed in a low voice.

Indeed, the temperature in southeast China in late autumn is not low, but the damp and cold characteristics make people feel particularly cold, especially at this time, it is even colder to the bone, which makes people feel that it is more unbearable than the low temperature of dozens of degrees below zero in northeast China.

In such weather, at such a time, people should get into a warm bed, or in front of a warmer bonfire, instead of struggling in the mud in the dark.

Moreover, this should not be done by the infantry! How could it fall on the imperial artillery? All this should be blamed on the Chinese who resisted desperately and their immediate superiors.

From the perspective of the artillery sergeant Sato Kogi, if it was not for the desperate resistance of the Chinese that led to the transfer of the 18th Division's escort infantry regiment, or if it was not for the order from Captain Ogawa of his artillery squadron, how could he, a dignified artillery sergeant, become a patrol?

Yes, the desperate resistance of the Chinese was the "culprit" that caused the noble technical soldiers of the Japanese artillery to become the lowest-level patrol soldiers.

Because, since the departure of the 18th Division's escort infantry regiment, the major general of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade, Sumita Yoshiro, looked at the only two remaining infantry squadrons under his command and felt deeply uneasy.

In fact, after the 60 heavy artillery of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade were deployed, the entire position area was as high as 200,000 square meters, and the No. 400 infantry had to set up defenses in the four directions of southeast, northwest, and northeast. The intensity of defense can be described as unbearable to any soldier.

Especially when he thought that in the dark night, there might be Chinese people sneaking into the position through the gaps in the barbed wire. This situation had happened several times in the position of the 18th Division on the front line, which made Sumita Yoshiro shudder.

Therefore, Sumita Yoshiro ordered that the artillery squadrons of each artillery battalion should draw out personnel to form patrol teams to patrol the periphery of the position.

In the wide field outside the position of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade, there were 30 patrol teams composed of artillerymen like Sato Koki.

One shift every 2 hours, starting at 6 pm.

Such patrol intensity is enough to deter any invading enemy, which also shows the caution of the major general brigade commander of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade. Sumita Yoshiro did not relax his vigilance because of the great advantage on the front line.

Perhaps the only mistake he made was that he misjudged the ability of his subordinates and their psychological state.

Artillery, not infantry.

They caused huge casualties to their opponents, but due to the limited space and distance, they almost never really witnessed the true appearance of death. Moreover, as a technical branch second only to pilots and crew members in this era, they have always been well protected by the infantry.

It is almost the same principle as the children who are well protected by their mothers, and never have a great future. Let them serve as patrols, and their ability to pretend far exceeds their actual combat effectiveness.

Just like Sato Xiaomu now, he not only complains about his superiors against the sky, the earth, and the air, but also, during such an important patrol period, he did not raise his vigilance against possible dangers in the dark, and even when he ordered his ten men to rest in place, he did not even place the most basic sentry.

Including him, the patrol team of eleven people was sparsely scattered on the ridge of more than 30 meters, smoking and chatting, without the awareness that a patrol team should have.

And this was on the battlefield.

From the perspective of soldiers, calling them scum is overestimating them.

So, those who do not respect the battlefield will die.

The first to die was naturally Sato Xiaomu, a sergeant.

It wasn't his sergeant's collar that exposed his identity. It was the pitch-black darkness that no one could see his face clearly, not even Tang Dao, who had extraordinary vision.

But the stupidity of shouting orders in the dark and lighting a cigarette on his own completely sent him to hell.

'Just sit here for a while, and you can change shifts in an hour.' Sato Xiaomu, who had just thought of lying down, suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

It was not the coldness from the autumn wind, but it seemed to come from the bottom of his heart.

A sharp blade suddenly pierced through his back and his heart. Perhaps anyone would feel the coldness from his heart!

The friction between the sharp blade and the flesh should not generate heat.

He wanted to turn his head in extreme fear.

However, a pair of powerful hands covered his mouth tightly from deep behind him. Not to mention turning his head, he couldn't even make a sound.

He was completely incontinent.

It was not because of the fear of death that he was scared, but because of death.

Lei Xiong did not have as many killing skills as Tang Dao, but he was fierce enough, like a crocodile that had been lying in wait for a long time. Once he attacked, the prey could only be swallowed by the huge mouth, with no chance of survival.

At about 9 o'clock, Tang Dao led the army to arrive one kilometer away from the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade, and personally served as a scout. He found that the Japanese army was more cautious than he thought, and even deployed patrols in the vast periphery, so he could only respond quickly.

In order to ensure that the Japanese army in the Japanese position 300 meters away could be killed in one blow without alerting the Japanese army, this raiding team lurking on the route that the Japanese patrol must pass through almost gathered the strongest individual soldiers under Tang Dao.

Tang Dao, Lei Xiong, Leng Feng, Cheng Tieshou...even a powerful machine gunner like Heizi was picked out by Tang Dao himself.

Each person had a knife, whether it was a Type 38 bayonet or a saber borrowed from the cavalry, the ten strong soldiers who launched the surprise attack had only one chance to prevent the opponent from making a sound.

Once the Japanese army was alarmed, the surprise attack army ambushed 700 meters away with the Four-Line Camp as the spearhead could only attack by force.

How many casualties would be caused by the 700-meter charge facing the muzzle of the Japanese invaders, which was definitely a heartbreaking number.

Everyone tried their best at the moment when Lei Xiong launched the attack.

Heizi held the sharp saber lent to him by Tang Dao, and his huge body suddenly bounced up from the mud. If there were flares at this time, he would definitely be able to see the high bulging muscle lines on his arms.

The pupils of the terrified Japanese army were left with only the huge shadow that was shrouding him, and then they froze.

Because his head flew high.

It turns out that if the saber is sharp enough and the power is strong enough, the head can really be chopped off.

Or, it is blown off by the pressure from the human body cavity, after the head breaks free from the restraints of muscles and bones.

Heizi, who has exerted all his strength, killed the enemy with one blow.

It's a pity that the dazzling blood flower that sprayed more than 3 meters high was not appreciated in the dark night.

Compared with this concise one-stroke killing, Leng Feng's method is a little more complicated, but no less brutal.

He used his bare hands, and before the Japanese soldier in front of him could react, he threw him to the ground, rode on him, and strangled his neck with his hands, strangling him to death. During the whole process, no matter how hard the Japanese soldier struggled, he was pressed by Leng Feng's strong body until his legs stretched out in despair.

It took one and a half minutes for life to go from vibrant to unwilling to disappear.

Except for the person involved, no one knows his despair in this one and a half minutes, and this is the cruelest.

Perhaps only those who are familiar with Leng Feng can understand him. Only such killing can slightly ease the anger in his heart.

If he doesn't watch the devils die in despair under his hands, how can he be worthy of his slaughtered family and his younger brother who died in his arms?

Hatred cannot be eliminated by killing, but it can be vented at that moment.

A patrol composed of Japanese artillery was quietly destroyed in the fertile fields that were trampled into mud in southeastern China.

And this is just the curtain that has just opened in the theater of death.

The feast that the god of death cheered is about to begin.