Rise From Eight Hundred

Both the guards who were familiar with Hammer and Fang Shiheng were extremely nervous at this moment.

Although Hammer also had actual combat experience in hunting wild boars, the wolf-blue dog had an absolute advantage in terms of size and weight.

Moreover, the wolf-blue dog was able to become a special military dog ​​of the Japanese Army, which was not easy to deal with.

This dog was not a native Japanese breed, but a hybrid of a German shepherd and a Japanese fighting dog. It had the intelligence and strength of a German shepherd, and the ferocity and bloodthirstiness of a fighting dog.

In the Northeast, the Kwantung Army even cruelly used living people to train the aggressiveness of the wolf-blue dog, and the wolf-blue dog did not live up to the trust of the Japanese Army and became their best helper in search and capture.

But in fact, the main job of the wolf-blue dog was not to fight and kill people. With the Japanese people's "sucking eyes and sucking fingers" nature, they would not do such useless work when there were airplanes and cannons to kill people.

The wolf-blue dog, which was bred with a lot of time and money, is mainly used for tracking and communication, so the physique of this breed is not as strong as that of the German Shepherd, but is more slender and tall.

With four slender legs, running is its advantage, but when it comes to fighting, its height is too high, which is a flaw.

In the war, in order to deal with this cruel wolf-dog, the Chinese army specifically looked for a short-legged native dog called "bench dog" in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas to target its weaknesses. This dog breed is also ferocious and aggressive, and especially likes to use its sturdy body to bite the dog's throat.

The trained Chinese native dog met the wolf-blue on the battlefield, and the wolf-blue dog had almost no victory.

The reason why "Hammer" was named Hammer by Tang Dao was actually related to its body shape. Although it was very thin at the time, its skeleton was wide and its four legs were also very strong. Tang Dao instinctively thought of its appearance of being well-fed and well-drinking and fat and strong.

Perhaps Hammer, who has the gene of a "bench dog", is considered big among Chinese native dogs, but he is half a head shorter than the wolf-blue dog, which is nearly one meter tall.

Therefore, the wolf-blue dog can easily lower its head and bite Hammer's neck.

But the wolf-blue dog underestimated the wisdom of the Chinese native dog that was about to be bitten on the neck by it. From the moment the two dogs collided, it was deceived by Hammer.

So, the soldiers who were horrified but helpless saw such a scene.

Just when the wolf-blue dog's bloody mouth bit down, Hammer, who was leaping forward, suddenly "brake" with all four legs!

The wolf-blue dog's big mouth bit nothing, but the sharp canine teeth still had a harvest. The three-centimeter-long canine teeth scratched Hammer's cheek, leaving a deep blood mark.

But compared with the fatal injury that was about to be bitten on the neck, this injury was definitely nothing, and the nervous minds of the soldiers watching the battle were slightly relaxed.

The next moment, Hammer, whose face was already covered in blood, suddenly turned his head, exerted his strength on his four legs, and bit the neck of the tall and big wolf-blue dog.

This is the legendary counterattack! Fang Shiheng and the soldiers opened their mouths in disbelief.

Dogs, once they become smart, will no one be able to do anything?

This is the key point. The suddenly attacked wolf-blue dog rolled on the ground with Hammer in fear, and scratched Hammer with four claws desperately, trying to pull the insidious opponent off himself.

But Hammer searched for a long time and was even willing to risk giving up the initiative to get such a fatal blow. How could he give up so easily? No matter how the wolf-blue dog rolled, no matter how the wolf-blue dog's claws scratched his body and made the dog's hair fly, he just held on to the green mountain and didn't let go, firmly biting the wolf-blue dog's neck.

Dogs, like humans, need oxygen to be transported from the trachea to the lungs. The wolf-blue dog, whose trachea and arteries were bitten, originally had limited oxygen. Such a violent struggle undoubtedly consumed a lot of the oxygen in its body, which was originally not much, and pushed it into the abyss of death.

Within a minute, the wolf-blue dog's struggle gradually became calm, but the hammer still bit it tightly until two minutes later, when the wolf-blue dog's huge body completely fell silent, and then it let go.

Shaking the hair all over his body, he looked coldly at the opponent who had died in his mouth, and cast his eyes on the soldiers who were looking at him with concern, grinned, stuck out his long tongue, and slightly swung his tail a few times.

As if to say to these soldiers: Look, I did a good job too!

The dog was showing off his achievements to his comrades, but the sun shone on this Chinese native dog, whose hair was bald and blood was still flowing on his face, but he was extremely proud.

"Really, it is a soldier! Our Chinese soldier! I saw courage, wisdom and strength in it!" This is Fang Shiheng's summary of a dog at the battlefield summary meeting later.

Undoubtedly, such a hammer deserves such praise!

What's wrong with the local dog? As long as they dare to fight, wolfhounds will be killed.

This is quite similar to the villagers who are risking their lives to fight the Japanese army on this battlefield now.

Although they paid a heavy price, they almost wiped out half of the Japanese infantry squad.

Of course, if there were no two snipers who killed the Japanese machine gunners first, the dozens of Chinese soldiers who rushed at high speed on the periphery would have involved most of the energy of the Japanese infantry. No matter how brave or skilled they were, they would never have the current results.

But the main reason for the final victory of the battle is the courage to fight back. If they didn't have this almost decisive blow, Lao Hei's guard platoon and Gu Xishui's special operations team would have to pay a heavy price even if they wanted to wipe out the Japanese army here.

The victory of the war is determined by the warriors themselves. Looking at the hammer with scars all over his body but standing next to his own achievements, the soldiers of the guard platoon obviously have a deeper understanding of the words that Tang Dao often says.

Lao Hei and another part of the soldiers did not have time to pay attention to the battlefield over there. His main focus was on Okamoto Asahiro, who was surrounded and still tightly holding the samurai sword.

Looking at the fully armed Chinese soldiers rushing over and the Chinese villagers staring at him with red eyes, Okamoto Asahiro knew that he had no chance of survival.

But he had to die like a samurai, not being killed by the Chinese without any resistance, especially not dying at the hands of those villagers.

"Who dares to fight me?" Okamoto Asahiro held the knife in both hands and pointed it viciously at the crowd.

A burst of bravery rushed to his face.

However, his slightly trembling legs still betrayed him. The fear of death made his heart not as strong as he wanted to appear.

"Want to die gloriously in battle?" Lao Hei sneered disdainfully.

Okamoto Asahiro used all his strength to hold the knife handle, trying his best to get rid of the fear of death, and his eyes were fixed on the Chinese soldier who was speaking.

Chinese people always speak first with the highest status, and several Chinese soldiers are around him. The Japanese Army Sergeant is sure that Lao Hei is their commander.

If he can kill their commander before he dies, it will be a good deal.

"Then I can't do as you wish!" Lao Hei's next sentence made Okamoto Asahiro's heart fall into an ice cellar.

"Baga! Coward!" Okamoto Asahiro rushed forward while cursing.

The sharp tip of the knife pointed directly at Lao Hei, who was holding a gun with one hand but not ready for fighting.

Okamoto Asahiro's steps were not big, but the frequency was very fast. In just two seconds, his knife could pierce Lao Hei's chest, who was still six meters away from him.

This is a typical case of a trapped beast fighting hard, but it is very dangerous.

Several villagers with certain fighting experience changed their colors and scattered.

A gap suddenly appeared in the extremely tight encirclement just now, and a trace of joy flashed in Okamoto Asahiro's eyes.

This was exactly what he wanted.

From the initial despair to the fight that seemed to be trying to maintain the honor of the Imperial Japanese Army, it was actually just part of the plan he decided in a flash.

From the beginning when he was surrounded, the Japanese veteran never thought about dying, he wanted to live.

He knew that with his actions of killing three Chinese villagers in a row, even if he surrendered, those Chinese villagers who were so angry that they dared to exchange their lives for theirs would not let him go.

He had to fight for all the chances of survival.

So, he took the lead in attacking, temporarily forcing the Chinese back with his blade, and the target he saw after the gap in the encirclement was exposed.

Yes, it was useless to expose the gap in the encirclement, because there were only Chinese people here, and he could not escape far, but there was a young Chinese woman behind the encirclement, and holding that Chinese woman hostage was his only chance of survival.

The current situation was all in his plan, except for the last piece of the puzzle.

He was waiting for the black-faced soldier on the opposite side to shoot.

As long as Lao Hei blocked or stabbed back with his gun, he would use this move to jump out of the gap and put the knife on the neck of the young Chinese woman who should be stunned.

The Chinese villagers instinctively avoided the attack, but Okamoto Asahiro believed that the Chinese commander would not retreat. Facing such a quick knife, he had to fight back.

His plan to escape had been completed by 80%, and only this last trick was left.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

It woke Okamoto Asahiro from his sweet dream.

The Chinese not only had bayonets, but also guns, all kinds of guns.

This Chinese army was definitely the elite among the elite. They were not only equipped with Type 38 rifles, but some also carried submachine guns on their backs, and some had Mauser pistols hanging on their waists.

A sharp pain came, and Okamoto Asahiro, who was struggling to move forward, had his legs softened, rolled on the ground several times, and looked up at the motionless Lao Hei with great despair.

A soldier beside him held a Mauser pistol in his hand, and a faint blue smoke was still coming out of the muzzle.

Obviously, from the beginning, the Chinese had no intention of playing with him about the honor of a soldier. They had enough guns to beat him into a honeycomb.

Although he knew that it was almost impossible to get a real answer, the Japanese Army Sergeant looked at the bullet hole on his thigh and still asked unwillingly: "Why?"

"Bang!" Another gunshot answered him.

It was still fired by the Chinese soldier.

This shot hit Okamoto Asahiro's wrist.

The samurai sword that he was reluctant to throw away when rolling finally fell to the dust.

Then, a soldier came forward with a rifle and hit Okamoto Asahiro, who was sweating profusely in pain, to the ground with the butt of the rifle. After searching around his waist for a while and not finding a grenade, he nodded to Lao Hei, who had been looking at his prey coldly, indicating that the danger was completely lifted.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill you!" A villager in his 30s rushed up with a stick and aimed it at Okamoto Asahiro, who was already sweating profusely in pain.

Several more rational villagers hurriedly held him back, "Old Eight, don't be impulsive. It will always be useful for the bosses to keep him alive. It's not too late to kill the damned thing after the bosses have finished their questions."

"Haha! A Japanese squad leader is useless. I just don't kill him. Seeing the complete annihilation of the Japanese army, Old Black smiled slightly.

In his heart, he liked the people of this small village even more.

Not only are the whole village strong enough, but these farmers are also very perceptive.

"I am the squad leader!" Okamoto Chaobo looked at Old Black and reported his military position weakly but full of desire.

Not only did this Chinese soldier cut off his escape route in an extremely ruthless manner, but now he also wanted to strip him of his last trace of honor? This is something Okamoto Asahiro, who has finally reached this position with great difficulty, cannot bear.

Of course, more important than the shame is that an infantry squad leader is useless, but what about a second lieutenant-level squad leader? Maybe the Chinese need information? Then wouldn't he be useful?

To live, one must have value, and value may also keep a person alive.

"Haha! Really? I didn't expect it to be the squad leader!" Lao Hei couldn't help laughing, strode forward and stepped on Okamoto Asahiro's chest, but his next words made Okamoto Asahiro feel like Fall into the abyss.

"Then my brother should be lucky. I think back when I killed the Japs for the first time, I only killed a first-class soldier, tsk tsk! This time I was able to kill a second lieutenant on my first battlefield. This bragging will last a lifetime."

"Baga!" Okamoto Chaohiro almost lost a mouthful of blood.

It was not the ruthless Chinese soldiers who made me angry, but the big foot that stepped on me alive.

With his thick and powerful thighs and the weight of an adult, at least more than 100 kilograms of force were pressed on his chest, making him almost breathless. At this time, Okamoto Asahiro no longer thought about whether he could survive. But I just want to take a good breath of air.

Therefore, he could only struggle, but one leg could no longer move. He only had one intact hand and an injured hand to pull Lao Hei's leg. It was obviously not a loss of strength, but several.

The once strong body could only twist helplessly under Lao Hei's feet, like a silver carp caught in the throat of fate.

It's so embarrassing and heartbreaking.

But no one showed mercy.

If you want to prey on others, you must have the consciousness of being treated as a fish on the chopping board.

The Chinese are most particular about cause and effect, and it is indeed retribution.

Seeing this situation, the muscles on the faces of several strong men twitched, and they wanted to laugh.

The Japanese who seemed to dominate everything a quarter of an hour ago also have today.

However, I couldn't help but laugh. At least twenty people in the whole village died for this scene. The price was so high that it made people feel nothing but heartache.

Big tears rolled down the faces of several strong men.

Fang Shiheng was called over by the soldiers.

He kicked over Okamoto Asahiro, who had been stepped on and rolled his eyes. Lao Hei pointed at the Japanese Army Chief Cao who was already furious at his feet: "Come on, give your son a chance to exercise, kill him, as you today ’s military exploits!”

"Kill prisoners?" Fang Shiheng's eyes suddenly solidified.

"Prisoner?" Lao Hei's mouth curved into a sneer. "Prisoner is a term for defeated soldiers, but you, a great talent, have also seen what happened just now. What he killed were civilians. Does he still qualify to be called a soldier? Or is he still a human? A beast, What qualifications do you have to be called a prisoner?”

Fang Shiheng could not refute.

But looking at the human body hanging with only half a breath, this passionate young man could not stab the knife in his hand after all.

Reason told him that Old Hei's platoon leader was right. The man in front of him was just a beast, but even if he was a beast, he had lost the ability to resist. Stabbing him to death was really beyond his bottom line.

For a moment, China's proud man stood there dumbfounded as heaven and man were at war in his heart.

"Coward, you don't even dare to kill a beast, why do you tell the commander to die? Do you dare to die? Don't dare, you scholars can only play tricks." Lao Hei glanced at the stunned people with disdain. Fang Shiheng.

Then, he looked at the eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl standing over there holding a gun in her hand, "Girl, can I leave it to you?"

The girl's face was covered with tears, but she nodded extremely firmly.

"Ah!" Okamoto Asahiro screamed.

After all, women are weak, the bayonet cannot penetrate deeply, and the location of the stabbing is not critical, but that doesn't matter. If you can't kill it with one knife, then kill it with a few more. The Japanese Army Cao Changsheng woke up from the coma in severe pain. Keep screaming until there is silence.

Perhaps Okamoto Tohihiro never dreamed that being killed directly would be an extremely happy thing. Even the subordinate whose intestines were bitten off by the Chinese died more swiftly than him.

Blood kept splattering on the body and face of the proud man whose face was as pale as paper.

This time, death was closer, less than one meter away from him.

It turns out that it is so cruel!

The smell of blood and the stench of death filled his nose.

Finally, the hot-blooded young man who was clamoring to die could no longer bear it, leaned down and started vomiting violently...

ps: Today two chapters are combined into one. Asking for a guaranteed monthly ticket at the beginning of the month!