Rise From Eight Hundred

The blood, most of it was Chinese!

As the saying goes, no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are afraid of kitchen knives.

Even if you are a master of Tang Dao, if you rush forward with bare hands against a group of well-trained Japanese infantrymen with live ammunition and bolts drawn, the ending will never be very beautiful.

Not to mention the villagers who have only practiced some superficial kung fu.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A burst of gunfire rang out.

More than a dozen villagers screamed and fell over!

The scene was extremely tragic for a while.

"Kill the chicken! Kill the chicken!" Asahiro Okamoto seemed to be stimulated by the blood and roared loudly while waving his pistol.

However, the Japanese army, which had completely taken the upper hand, was not without losses.

Some of them also fell to the ground with blood on their bodies.

That was the masterpiece of the sniper in the distance!

The tragic scene did not seem to affect Niu Er at all. He pulled the trigger almost coldly, pulled the bolt, and then swung the muzzle slightly before pulling the trigger again.

Perhaps, only by looking through the scope at the slightly red eyes behind him, can we know the anger of this Chinese sharpshooter who was cultivated by the Japanese army with his life on the battlefield.

In just two seconds, 19 Japanese soldiers fired 19 bullets, shooting down 13 Chinese villagers. Although several villagers were shot, they still gritted their teeth and moved forward, while Niu Er only used two bullets to kill two Japanese infantrymen.

That was the highest level of Niu Er's life. Excluding the time to pull the bolt, the second shot left him less than one second to aim.

But he succeeded, and both Japanese soldiers were shot in the chest...

A wonderful understanding rose in the mind of the second lieutenant of the army.

The feeling that can only be understood but not expressed in words made Niu Er almost instinctively pull the bolt again and aim the gun at the next one.

However, the figures of the villagers who swarmed in had already rushed over and blocked Niu Er's target. Otherwise, Niu Er had an extremely strong confidence that he could kill another person in the third second.

If one Japanese soldier who wanted to get a light machine gun was sniped by another Chinese sharpshooter, the Japanese army only had a casualty ratio of 3 to 13 in this extremely short charge and counter-charge with a huge difference in strength.

This is not just a failure, the most terrifying thing is that the "troop strength" of the two sides has become disparate again.

Apart from Okamoto Asahiro who was waving a pistol, there were only 17 Japanese soldiers left, but there were more than 50 Chinese villagers.

What's more terrible is that because the Japanese soldiers wanted to show their bayonets, the farthest from the rice field was only about 10 meters. At such a short distance, they only had the opportunity to fire one shot.

But the Japanese soldiers were also veterans who had been through many battles. Looking back at the dozens of Chinese soldiers who were already running at full speed more than a hundred meters away, and then looking at the Chinese villagers who were roaring and rushing up close, they knew that they would probably be killed here by the Chinese today.

The only chance of survival was to kill the crazy Chinese pariahs in front of them first, crush their madness in the shortest possible time with their hideous death, and then fight the Chinese soldiers who were running wildly.

They wanted to kill people, and the Chinese soldiers had to run 100 meters in full armor. The physical energy consumption of both sides was similar. The rest depended on who was stronger. With their experience of fighting three-on-one hand-to-hand with the Chinese on the battlefield, they might be able to turn defeat into victory.

Not only the Japanese infantry, but also the acting squad leader Okamoto Asahiro, should think so.

Therefore, facing the crazy pariahs who did not retreat even under the random gunfire, the Japanese infantry who had no time to pull the bolt held the gun level with their arms, slightly bent their legs, and roared "Hey!", and the temporarily lit bayonets stabbed fiercely at the madmen in their eyes.

With their arm strength, the bayonet technique can completely pierce a strong man's chest. They have this confidence because almost everyone of them has killed Chinese people with this trick, whether on the battlefield or on the training ground.

The Japanese army made the right choice. The only mistake was that they underestimated the fighting power of the young men who were at the forefront, just as they underestimated the Chinese villagers who should have been slaughtered by them.

Or, to be more precise, they underestimated their courage to sacrifice themselves to protect their wives, children and elders.

No one is not afraid of death, but when a person becomes a father, perhaps he is really not so afraid. If one of himself and his child must die, most fathers will choose to face death without hesitation.

Just like now.

The villagers are crazy, but if Okamoto Chaobo is more careful, he will find that most of the men who fell in front of his soldiers' guns are men around fifty years old.

Because those younger men are their children, and as fathers, they will instinctively stand in front and use their bodies to block the bullets shot by the Japanese.

This is true when facing bullets, and it is also true when facing bayonets.

At least ten Japanese infantrymen stabbed their targets, some through the chest, some through the abdomen. Their arm strength was just as they thought, and as the two sides approached each other at high speed, they pierced an adult man like a candied haws.

Some blades penetrated half a foot visible to the naked eye!

But, they only had this one shot.

Normally, with a slight twist of the wrist and a kick forward, they could pull the bayonet out of the body of a person who had lost his combat effectiveness, and then kill another person.

But this time, most of them lost the opportunity to use this skill.

Those villagers who looked short didn't look very strong, but their vitality was as tenacious as the reefs on the seashore. After being stabbed, no one instinctively covered the wound, but stretched out their hands to hold the gun head tightly. No matter how frantically the Japanese infantry twisted the rifle in their hands, their hands still clamped the gun head like iron clamps.

Then

"I will fuck your Japanese ancestors for eight generations!" Amidst the roar of abuse, several young and strong men followed closely and swarmed up.

They did not attack the Japanese infantry who were already close without organization, but had a division of labor. Some hugged the Japanese infantry's body around the waist to trip or fix it, while others directly raised their fists and smashed the Japanese's face and throat frantically, which were vital parts that could almost kill people with one blow.

If the Japanese infantry reacted quickly and dropped the gun in their hands at the first time, it would be okay, at least they still had both hands to resist the attack, but if they still stubbornly held the rifle, it would be really miserable.

After being hit several times in a row, he was completely knocked unconscious. After being thrown to the ground by the Chinese villager who was holding his waist, he was completely defeated by his opponent.

He was really defeated, because the Chinese who rushed over not only used fists and feet to fight, but also used his teeth, and his hands and feet were almost all held down by his opponent.

The only thing the Japanese infantry, who were originally arrogant and arrogant, could do was to scream louder and louder.

The young villager who saw his relatives die tragically lost his mind and showed the brutality of the Chinese to everyone here.

The scream of a Japanese soldier was so high that he was almost inhuman. Even Heizi, who was holding a mg34 machine gun hundreds of meters away, was startled by the sudden scream and his eyelids jumped slightly.

Until he aimed the telescope at the field to look for it, he saw a young man who was no more than 20 years old raised his head with blood on his face, and there was a piece of meat in his mouth.

Such a brutal scene made Heizi, who was always big, twitch his whole black face fiercely.

No wonder the guy screamed so miserably, someone actually bit off his penis?

That was mainly because Heizi used a telescope, which was not as clear as the scene. Or maybe he didn't know enough about the short-legged people. The "short legs" only refer to the short legs for walking?

Given the small physique of the Japanese, the average length of their penis is much shorter and more compact than this length. Five centimeters is the best.

The real scene was even more tragic than he thought. The strip of meat was not penis, but a six-centimeter-long intestine.

The young man from the village who hugged the waist of the Japanese infantry with both hands and had to use his legs to fix the opponent really had no hands and feet to attack, so he simply opened his mouth and bit the belly of the Japanese soldier fiercely, like a wolf, biting hard.

Under extreme hatred, the human bite force was almost exerted to the extreme.

As an omnivorous animal that can eat both grass and meat, the bite force of humans cannot be compared with that of lions, tigers, bears, leopards, and even dogs. However, this does not mean that humans' bite force of nearly 100 pounds cannot tear fresh flesh and blood, especially the flesh and blood of intelligent creatures such as humans who have evolved their brains but degenerated their skin and muscles.

Facts have proved that people can eat raw meat when they are forced into a corner.

Gu Ji

The best evidence is that the young man from the village broke open the lower abdomen of the Japanese army and held a piece of intestine.

This extremely bloody scene, not to mention that Okamoto Chaobo was scared to death, even Lao Hei, who had already led the team to rush over, felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

"Leave one alive, and kill all the others!" Lao Hei glanced at the rice field that had become a hell, and gave a stern order.

The battlefield was tragic, but the victory was basically established.

Most of the Japanese soldiers in the field were pinned down and beaten by the villagers. Only a few Japanese soldiers retreated cautiously because their bayonets did not hit their opponents, so they did not fall into helplessness like their colleagues.

Some of the unarmed villagers picked up wooden sticks on the ground, but they were also intimidated by the Japanese bayonets. They could only use their advantage of numbers to surround them and did not dare to attack easily.

No matter how brave and desperate the Japanese infantry were, they did not dare to stab their bayonets easily. It was not difficult to kill a person, but after killing, they would be like those colleagues who were pressed to the ground and "gnawed" by the Chinese.

The small intestine held in the mouth of the Chinese was really a terrifying existence.

However, the hesitation of more than ten seconds caused them to lose the opportunity to exchange their lives for each other. With the arrival of the Chinese soldiers, they were no longer surrounded by villagers with wooden sticks or bare hands, but Chinese soldiers who also held Type 38 rifles.

"Baga! You Chinese only rely on numbers. Come on, warriors!" A Japanese sergeant surrounded by three Chinese soldiers had despair in his eyes and roared with his rifle.

"Brothers, the little devils want to provoke us to a one-on-one duel, what should we do?" A sergeant in the lead had a sneer on his face.

"Bang!" A gunshot.

The Japanese sergeant's eyes froze instantly, and he looked at the egg-sized wound on his chest in disbelief.

Wasn't it agreed to a hand-to-hand fight? Why did they still have to shoot? The Chinese are worse than one more person!

"Report to the squad leader, I'm fighting him one-on-one." A soldier answered loudly.

The Japanese sergeant didn't have a chance to complain about his unwillingness.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The Chinese soldiers were all shooting.

This guy was shot at least three times.

Captain Tang's tactical guiding ideology has always been to use a knife instead of a gun, to use a knife instead of a fist, to use action instead of a mouth, and to kill the enemy as quickly as possible to save oneself as the standard.

As the unit closest to the Tang sword, the guard platoon naturally has the deepest understanding of this tactical guiding ideology.

The Japanese infantry fired the bullets in the gun chamber, but they didn't.

As a result, all the Japanese infantry who could still confront in the rice field were basically shot to death.

The Japanese soldiers who were held down and beaten by the villagers were even simpler. No matter whether they were alive or not, they were stabbed randomly.

The screams on the rice field were comparable to those in a slaughterhouse. Fang Shiheng, who was originally burning with anger and almost suffocated, was stunned by the wounded and corpses everywhere.

The death hidden in the thin coffin two hours ago had already made him experience a round of cruelty, but compared with now, it was really not of the same order of magnitude.

The nauseating smell of blood, the stench of the hideous death, and the screams of the dying life that made his scalp numb, all stimulated his nerves.

This student leader, who was full of passion and said that he was going to die, just stood there in the Shura Field, his eyes full of confusion.

The soldiers did not laugh at him, nor did they disturb him.

They were all recruits, who didn't know how frightened they were when they first saw death? It was already very good that this proud child did not vomit on the spot, and his performance beat 90% of the recruits.

Okamoto Chaobo was the only one left alive.

The Japanese Army Sergeant was surrounded by at least ten villagers. He could have picked up his Nambu 14 small pistol and killed at least a few people.

But it was extremely tragic that the Nambu 14 pistol jammed at this most fatal moment.

The command knife in his hand was still shining coldly, but the crazy people who picked up the rifles from the Japanese army as weapons were more powerful than the Japanese Army Sergeant who came from a seaside fishing village could imagine.

With Okamoto Asahiro's confidence, he could easily kill the three strong men with his handmade samurai sword.

But the three strong men were not only flexible, but also very powerful. He couldn't block every shot with just a knife, and had to dodge.

After several rounds of continuous maneuvers, he not only failed to kill a person, but also sweated profusely on his forehead and looked extremely embarrassed.

Okamoto Asahiro certainly didn't know how much the villagers of Xiaozhuang Village hated him as a murderer. The six people who rushed towards him were all the most skilled in martial arts in the village. If they didn't see that they had completely taken the advantage, the three armed strong men would definitely kill him with guns even if they suffered casualties.

Now they are surrounded but not killed, not because they don't hate him enough, but because they hate him too much. They want to capture him alive and cook him well.

The simple villagers may not use torture like "lighting the sky lantern", but it is no problem to light a fire and roast a big piece.

By the time Lao Hei and his men arrived at the battle group with guns, the battle in the field was basically over.

If there was anything else, the dust was flying from two dogs biting each other in the field next to the rice field.

That was Hammer who followed the soldiers and the wolf-blue dog who was wailing for his master in the field.

Hammer's speed was much faster than the soldiers. It took him only six seconds to reach a distance of 150 meters. He aimed at his kind in the field.

The mourning wolf-blue dog also felt the hostility from his kind. He quickly fought in anger. The two dogs showed their fangs to the enemy without any trial.

Chinese rural dog vs Japanese wolf-blue.

The soldiers did not participate in the duel between dogs.

Hammer had never shown such a strong desire to fight. As a comrade, they had to give it a chance to fight.

But this did not prevent at least 10 soldiers from paying attention to this battlefield belonging to the fierce dogs. Once their comrades were defeated, they would also shoot their opponents without hesitation.

This is a battlefield, not a dog fighting field!

The two dogs left bloody wounds on their opponents, but the wolf-blue dog, which was heavier and stronger, had the advantage. There were three bloody wounds on Hammer's back, and the ears close to his neck were also bloody.

But the two dogs had already fought with real fire. They separated for only two seconds before they fought again.

Fang Shiheng, who was originally confused, happened to look over here. His eyes suddenly widened and he screamed: "Save it!"

In the field, Hammer was knocked down by the wolf-blue dog with a heavier body. He rolled over and climbed up to jump out of the battle group, but the wolf-blue dog following closely opened its bloody mouth and bit Hammer's neck, which was originally shorter but still had its center of gravity down.

Fang Shiheng closed his eyes in pain.

Perhaps Hammer, who was not familiar with him, was not worthy of being called a comrade by this proud son of heaven, but enough lives had been lost today. Could it be that even Chinese dogs would die here?

Not to mention Fang Shiheng, an outsider, the soldiers who had been staring at the battlefield could not help but raise their guns in fear.

However, no one dared to shoot, the distance between the two dogs was too close. ...

PS: Fengyue had a kidney stone attack today, and went to the hospital for a whole morning. In the afternoon, I went to class and went home to write in the evening. Two chapters combined into one chapter, nearly 5,000 words. In view of Fengyue's hard work, Fengyue asks for a guaranteed monthly ticket at the beginning of next month, thank you!