Rise From Eight Hundred

That was a Japanese soldier jumping out of the bushes.

Looking at the thin soldier rushing over with a rifle, a trace of ferocity flashed across his face. He also picked up the Type 38 rifle with a bayonet inserted, roared, and rushed towards Yang Bicheng.

The distance between the two sides would not exceed 15 meters. At the speed of both sides at this time, it would take less than two seconds for them to collide.

However, although the Japanese infantry was slightly shorter, they were sturdy and strong. The Type 38 rifle was more than ten centimeters longer than the Zhongzheng rifle. Although he was located at the bottom of the hill, his speed and momentum were even stronger than the fearless Yang Bicheng.

This was undoubtedly a veteran, and a veteran who was forced into a corner.

It was not just a fight to the death!

Rather, those Japanese soldiers who climbed up from the bushes and held their guns knew very well that if they chose to escape, the result would only be that they would be shot one by one in the wilderness by the group of Chinese infantrymen who rushed down.

If you want to live, you can't run away. The Chinese choose to use the most brutal hand-to-hand combat to resolve the battle, so they will give their opponents hand-to-hand combat.

Even if this is this time, it is not to show the samurai spirit of the Imperial Japanese Army, but to survive.

Just looking at this point, the Japanese army is actually very good.

"You idiot, get out of my way!" Although Wang Changshou followed closely, he was still two meters away from Yang Bicheng who was rushing in the front. Seeing the fierce Japanese infantry rushing towards him, he couldn't help but shout with his heart broken.

Although they only got along for half a day, Wang Changshou pitied this young man who was not much different from his son from the bottom of his heart. Six brothers went out, and he was the only one left. Once he returned home one day, he would sit alone at the welcoming banquet. How miserable it would be! Both for him and his elders.

But this kid's biggest wish was not to live, but to die, even if he killed the Japanese first and then died.

But, if he rushed over like this, how could his small body be a match for the Japanese?

Wang Changshou was a veteran who had crawled out of the pile of dead bodies in Dachang Town. He had not only fought against Japanese tanks, but also fought face to face with Japanese with bayonets. Therefore, he knew how powerful the Japanese were.

Wang Changshou clearly remembered that his infantry squad of ten brothers surrounded three Japanese infantrymen. With the majority against the minority, they were bound to win. However, he did not expect that the three Japanese infantrymen would surround their cylindrical formation in a triangular formation, and they were not at all inferior. They even stabbed his three brothers to death in succession.

If it were not for the bloody outbreak of Sichuan people at the end, two brothers would have rushed forward fearlessly and used their bodies as shields, causing the Japanese bayonets to pause for a few seconds. Maybe the ten of them would have been killed by three strong Japanese soldiers with excellent bayonet skills in that battle.

But even if they won, it was a tragic victory. Of the ten men, five died on the spot, two died two hours later after being stabbed with bayonets and bleeding profusely, and one was stabbed in the abdomen and sent to the rear rescue team, and was never seen again. Only two people survived in an infantry squad, eight for three.

Even that was already a very brilliant victory. The record of the hand-to-hand combat between an infantry battalion and a Japanese infantry squadron was that more than 200 of the own side died in the battle, while only 50 bodies were left by the Japanese. The four-to-one casualty ratio made people's hair stand on end.

With a small body like Yang Bicheng, if he did not dodge or avoid the stabbing, it is very likely that he would be stabbed to death by the opponent without even a single move.

In a hurry, Wang Changshou did not even have time to aim, and he just swung the muzzle and shot at the Japanese figure.

Unfortunately, the Japanese infantry was very experienced. They did not charge in a straight line, but moved in a snake-like pace, flashing their bodies, but their speed did not slow down much.

The opponent was cunning and the vision was dim enough, so Wang Changshou's bullets certainly missed.

Dodging the bullets fired by the Chinese on the opposite side, Shangchuang Meiye looked at the thin Chinese soldier who was less than eight meters away, and the ferocious look on his face became more intense.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be his second trophy today.

Shangchuang Meiye's first trophy was a Chinese soldier who was hiding behind a stone at 80 meters away and shooting at the bottom of the slope. The Chinese soldier was very cautious. Even when shooting, his body would not be exposed for more than three seconds. He would immediately retract behind the stone after shooting the bullet.

Moreover, his shooting skills were not bad. In the ten-minute shooting, more than two imperial infantrymen were injured by his gun.

However, this also led to his death. He was targeted by Sergeant Shangchuang Meiye who was crawling at the bottom of the slope.

As a sergeant who had won the top five in the shooting competition of the entire 23rd Infantry Regiment, Shangchuang Meiye had been in the position of sergeant for a year. According to the rules, he was eligible to be promoted to lieutenant in another year.

However, Shang Chuang Mino was very powerful. Since the beginning of the war, he had killed more than 15 Chinese soldiers. If the entire brigade had not suffered a heavy blow in the battle to rescue the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade two days ago, and even the brigade commander had resigned, he might have filled the vacancy and served as a second lieutenant squad leader.

Being targeted by such a Japanese veteran who was extremely good at shooting and other tactics was naturally not a good thing.

Shang Chuang Mino was very patient. He lay on the ground and endured the ravages of various bullets from Chinese submachine guns, Mauser pistols, and machine guns on his head. He stared at his target area without moving. Even when the opponent's continuous shooting exposed his body, the experienced Shang Chuang Mino did not move.

At that angle, even if he shot accurately enough, it might only injure but not kill. He had to kill with one shot.

So, the hunter with enough patience succeeded.

When the Chinese veteran, who had become a precise shooter in the infantry squad, turned over and planned to leave the bunker to find another safe place, Shang Chuang Meiye fired.

The evil 6.5mm bullet passed through the fragile neck of the Chinese veteran, shattering the cervical vertebra and breaking the carotid artery.

From the moment he saw the blood flower suddenly blooming in the distance, Shang Chuang Meiye knew that the Chinese veteran would never live again.

Although the young and immature Chinese soldier in front of him was not of much value, Shang Chuang Meiye also knew that the current battle situation was extremely unfavorable, and the only thing he could do was to make the Chinese hurt.

From the perspective of war, Shang Chuang Meiye was undoubtedly an extremely good soldier, both in terms of his excellent skills and tactics and his understanding of the battlefield.

If he could successfully kill Yang Bicheng with one blow, it would definitely be a huge blow to the morale of the Chinese soldiers who were entering the charge state. Even if the final result was a defeat, the second company of the independent battalion would be heartbroken for the loss of Yang Bicheng, the only seedling from an ordinary family in the north.

This was also a counterattack by a Japanese army against the enemy.

Extremely sharp!

Yang Xiaoshan also saw this scene, his facial muscles were tense, and he roared "Kill!" and ran straight to Yang Bicheng who was several meters ahead of him.

But Yang Xiaoshan knew that he could only help Yang Bicheng to avenge himself and kill the strong and fierce Japanese invader with one shot, but he could not save him.

Everyone underestimated Yang Bicheng!

Whether it was his opponent, Sergeant Shangchuang Meiye, or his comrades.

Facing the bayonet that was about to stab at Shangchuang Meiye, Yang Bicheng actually chose to throw the gun. At the moment when there were still three meters between them, he directly threw the rifle in his hand out like a javelin.

What's the use of this kind of dying struggle? Shangchuang Meiye was not panicked at all. With a slight swing of his arms, he blocked the bayonet and rifle that were thrown weakly, and then exerted force with his arms, intending to move forward and pierce the weak but brave Chinese soldier who rushed to the front with one knife.

Even Shangchuang Meiye thought of a back-up plan, picking up the Chinese soldier and throwing him at the two Chinese who were rushing behind him, and then stabbing them to death one by one.

Maybe he could still have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

In the corner of his eyes, at least twenty familiar "shit yellow" stood up from everywhere and rushed back at the dark blue like him.

The brave Imperial Army would never be easily defeated by the Chinese. At that moment, Sergeant Shangchuang Meiye was full of confidence as if he had received a shot of cardiac stimulant.

But the next moment, he was scared to death.

The Chinese soldier who threw away his rifle took out a pistol in his hand at some point.

It was not the Nambu 14, nor the Mauser pistol most commonly used by the Chinese, but a black pistol full of muscle.

It was the Browning 1911 of the Americans. Such a term popped up in the mind of the Japanese sergeant who was familiar with various firearms.

But how could such a high-end pistol appear in the hands of an ordinary Chinese soldier?

No one gave him an answer.

Maybe only bullets.

What does it feel like to be hit by an 11.43mm bullet?

Shangchuang Mino finally experienced it.

Three consecutive shots, all hit Shangchuang Mino's extremely strong body.

The 11.43mm bullet with 477 joules of muzzle energy was fired at a distance of less than three meters, directly hitting Shangchuang Mino, who weighed 150 kilograms, and made him retreat again and again.

The once surging power quickly retreated from Shangchuang Mino's body like a tide, replaced by incomparable weakness.

He was so weak that Shangchuang Mino didn't even have the strength to stand up.

His legs softened. If it weren't for the rifle in his hand, the once powerful Japanese infantry sergeant would definitely fall to the ground.

But, that was only a matter of time.

The lethality displayed by the large-caliber semi-automatic pistol from the American continent on this battlefield directly knocked a player whose single-soldier combat power could rank in the top five of an infantry regiment to his knees.

"Baga!" This was Shangchuang Mino's last desperate cry.

Then, he was kicked down by the skinny Chinese soldier who had imagined several ways of dying. He lay on his back without any resistance, watching the bayonet of the Type 38 rifle that once belonged to him pierce his chest.

It was pitch black in front of him, and the fierce roars that had erupted from both sides gradually faded away until it was completely quiet.

Defeated! This was the last thought of Shangchuang Mino.

The Japanese sergeant with a glorious experience breathed his last breath alone in the wilderness of China.

If you want to use other people's lives as trophies and become a bargaining chip for promotion, then be ready to become someone else's trophy at any time.

This is Yang Bicheng's answer to the Japanese invaders...

PS: I had something to do at noon, so I only had time to write this chapter, a 3,000-word chapter, and I will update it first. If I have time in the evening, there will be a second chapter. If not, I will find time to make up for it.