Rise From Eight Hundred

Utsunomiya's face turned pale with fear.

It was not because the Chinese man on the opposite side began to shoot at them who were retreating recklessly.

Rather, there were gunshots coming from the left and right wings.

At least six people fell down while bending over to withdraw from the battlefield.

That means that the Chinese are counter-encircling him.

Are the Chinese so cunning? They had accumulated a large number of troops on the other side of the river at the beginning, but they had been forbearing and only sent a sharpshooter to confuse their own side until now. They started to counterattack?

If so, the disappearance of the 30 or so soldiers who went around the flanks was explained enough. They were surrounded by a large number of Chinese and all died in the fierce battle.

In a panic, Utsunomiya could only give himself such an explanation, but he ignored the fact that there was no too intense gunfire from the area where the small team disappeared, and even the 10th-year machine gun of the Taisho era did not have time to fire a bullet, and it was still thrown into the bushes.

"Everyone break out!" Utsunomiya, frightened by his own guess, issued the most wrong order in his life.

This may be because he has never been a squadron commander. If he were replaced by a squadron commander with strong practical experience, the most important thing to do at this moment is to find a bunker on the spot and wait for help.

In this way, even if the main force cannot arrive, it is completely possible to kill the Chinese soldiers who are attacking.

The Japanese infantry's shooting skills are not to be underestimated. In addition, there are light machine guns and grenade launchers for fire support. Even if the 23 special forces led by Gu Xishui are added with Shen Laoliu and Mingxin, it is impossible to swallow up more than 50 Japanese soldiers without any damage.

In fact, even Gu Xishui is mentally prepared to pay the price of several people's sacrifice.

The battlefield is not a game. There are so many complete victories. No matter how clever the tactics are, people need to execute them. There is no victory that is easily obtained without sacrifice.

It's just that the heart of Gu Xishui, the young commander, has become much harder than before since the death of his younger sister. In order to kill more devils, he can even give up his own life.

Just like now, as the highest commander of this group of special forces, he also joined the battle group holding a semi-automatic rifle.

He knew in his heart that he was appointed as the deputy captain of the special squadron by Tang Dao, not because of his high combat effectiveness, but because of his clear mind and his ability to formulate tactics according to the battlefield situation better than others.

But this does not mean that his brain is not a soldier.

With one more gun, he can kill one more devil, and it can also reduce the chance of the Japanese army killing and wounding their own troops.

Then, he was surprised to find that after the battle started, the Japanese army actually gave up defending on the spot, but covered each other while fighting and retreating.

"Order each group to shoot freely, without orders, no charge can be launched at will. If he stops, let him stop, but if he runs, I will chase him. I will kill them in a piecemeal way." Gu Xishui quickly gave the order.

A soldier following him quickly conveyed the order.

An attack war that originally required at least a quarter of casualties turned into a wilderness chase with the stupid military order issued by Utsunomiya in a hurry.

The special forces led by Gu Xishui were like a group of hyenas scattered in the wilderness, hanging on the antelopes from a distance, and when they saw the opportunity, they would bite them and drag the prey out of the group and tear them into pieces.

The Japanese army tried their best to escape, but they were only 2,000 meters away from the Bi River at most, and that was after they paid the price of more than a dozen deaths and spent nearly 2 hours.

Originally, the Japanese infantry's shooting skills were not inferior to those of this group of special forces. On average, each person carried 120 rounds of ammunition, which was sufficient, and their combat effectiveness was definitely not bad.

But on the one hand, they were blocked by a Chinese sharpshooter for nearly two hours by the river and could not make any progress, and they were also besieged by the Chinese. Their morale had already fallen to the bottom; on the other hand, as the grenade launcher was sniped by the Chinese special forces, there was no firepower in the entire queue that could pose a sufficient threat to the Chinese firepower points, while the Chinese firepower points could shoot recklessly.

All the infantry who dared to stop and shoot desperately with the Chinese were torn to pieces by the terrible Chinese firepower points.

Yes, not only the MG34 machine gun in Heizi's hand with a firing rate of 1,000 rounds per minute became the nightmare of the Japanese infantry, but the four grenade launchers hanging 400 meters behind the slowly retreating Japanese army made the Japanese army completely lose their fighting spirit.

Now they finally know a fact, the reason why their 14th Division can win victory after victory on the battlefield is not because of how powerful their infantry is, but because they have heavy artillery and gray machine guns. When they don't have these, they are really nothing.

After the four grenade launchers knocked out the last light machine gun of the Japanese army, their doomsday finally came.

The MG34 light machine gun that Heizi set up 350 meters away suppressed the Japanese army, which had only more than 30 people left, in a field with the flames formed by continuously firing more than 200 bullets, while Gu Xishui gradually approached with the special forces.

After 4 grenade launchers fired 12 grenades in succession and used up all their stock, the creeping special forces had already reached 40 meters in front of the Japanese defense line.

This was not a position for charging, but it was a distance for throwing long-handled grenades. However, for the melon-shaped grenades equipped by the Japanese army, it was a little far.

In order to march quickly, the special forces were not willing to carry too many grenades, which were used for attacking the enemy. Basically, each person only had two grenades.

More than 40 grenades were enough for more than 30 Japanese troops spread out in an area of ​​less than 400 square meters.

Looking at the rain of grenades falling from the sky, Utsunomiya closed his eyes in pain.

He knew that his military career was officially over.

To be more precise, life is coming to an end.

But what makes Utsunomiya most unwilling is that his soul may never return to his hometown and will wander in the wasteland of China.

Because, the wing headquarters would not know the news that all members of their search team were killed for at least 10 hours.

Because, since the battle started, his signal corps and the field radio were blown to pieces by Chinese grenades. Presumably, it was the long antenna of the field radio that exposed it, and the Chinese also stared at him for an unknown amount of time. .

Otherwise, the first round of attacks would not have completely cut off the search team's final farewell to the wing headquarters.

And 10 hours is enough for the Chinese people who have fled here to do too many things.

Yes, no matter how cruel they are to the Chinese, the Chinese are not much better to the imperial soldiers either.

Utsunomiya had seen with his own eyes the fate of the three imperial soldiers who were killed by Chinese civilians. Their whole bodies were almost completely smashed with stones by the Chinese. When he thought that he would be mercilessly killed by Chinese soldiers, the corpses would also Utsunomiya's body couldn't help but tremble after being beaten into pieces by the angry Chinese who were forced to leave their homes because of the war.

Then, the air wave accompanied by the explosion of the grenade rolled over, and Utsunomiya's eyes went dark.

A chill came over him, and Utsunomiya opened his eyes.

The sky was not as bright as before and was already slightly dark, but this was not a reason for Utsunomiya's pupils to shrink.

In his field of vision, there appeared several people with dead branches and leaves on their bodies and strange lines on their faces.

I'm alive? Is this Chinese? Without bothering to wipe the water off his face, Utsunomiya jumped up and reached for his waist. The samurai sword that his family collected money to buy before boarding the ship from the main island was still hanging around his waist.

"Tang Lang!" Utsunomiya pulled out his sharp samurai sword, and pointed the tip of the blade at several Chinese people who looked at him teasingly.

Although they didn't speak, the mockery in their eyes was evident.

"Baga!" Utsunomiya roared angrily, not only to fight back against the Chinese, but also to encourage himself.

Of course he knew that the reason why the Chinese allowed him to draw his sword and looked at him mockingly was because he had a sword in his hand, but they had guns in their hands, and they were outnumbered.

But the pride of the Imperial Japanese Army forced him to display it with cold weapons.

"Unknown Captain, I advise you to put down the knife, sit down and have a talk with us, otherwise, you will be humiliated and ugly," a voice came from not far away.

Utsunomiya followed the sound and saw a young soldier sitting on the field ridge with the same messy paint on his face looking over here.

Utsunomiya's eyes suddenly turned red.

In front of him, there were two imperial colleagues covered in blood. They were struggling desperately, but their heads were severely stepped on by two Chinese soldiers, like two fish that were about to expire.

"Assholes, let them go. They are soldiers. According to international conventions, you cannot abuse prisoners of war!" Utsunomiya roared.

"International convention? Prisoners of war?" The young soldier raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled.

He reached out and touched his chin, as if talking to himself, "I didn't expect that one day, a Japanese would talk to me about international conventions. What should I do if I meet such a shameless person?"

"That's easy to handle! Since you have decided to be shameless, then you don't have to risk your life!" Shen Laoliu said angrily as he stepped on the head of the wounded Japanese soldier.

Then, his foot slipped slightly, stepping on the neck of the Japanese infantryman under his feet, and suddenly exerted force.

"Kacha!" The crisp sound of fractures came, and the Japanese infantry groaned. His legs unconsciously kicked on the ground until they finally stretched straight and trembled slightly.

A stench hit my nose, which was the result of collective incontinence of urine and feces.

Perhaps, it was not only the Japanese soldier whose neck bones had been trampled and suffocated to death that the feces and urine burst out, but also the Japanese soldier next to him, who had his head trampled and did not dare to move. It was because of this tragic scene that he was alive. To my surprise, there was already a piece of wetness and a big lump between my legs.

All I can say is that the Japanese food is really good and they consume a lot of energy.

"Look, Your Excellency, Captain, you are so shameless and have killed your soldiers. Come on, explain to me what international conventions look like and how prisoners of war should be treated? Do you want to build them a house?" Are there delicious food on offer?" The young man's expression did not change due to the sudden strong odor. Instead, he looked at Utsunomiya with a blank expression.

Utsunomiya's eyes were about to burst.

He did not expect that the cruelty of the Chinese people would be returned so soon. The Chinese people were far more cruel than he imagined.

"Baga! Yours are dead, all Chinese are dead." Utsunomiya raised his knife crazily and rushed towards the cold young man who was no more than ten meters away.

He knew that his temporary counterattack was meaningless. He was just asking for death.

He shouldn't have rushed more than two or three meters before the Chinese bullets would penetrate his body and strip him of all his strength.

However, this can be regarded as death in battle! Parents far away from home should also be able to receive a fairly good pension.

Countless thoughts flashed through Utsunomiya's mind at that moment, but in contrast to these complicated thoughts, the Chinese gunfire never sounded, and his relatively strong body was still running wildly.

However, he didn't have time to think about why the Chinese didn't kill him immediately. He just wanted to kill the young Chinese soldier with a cold face.

It seemed that as long as that person was killed, the blood of him and 94 colleagues would be shed in vain.

Thinking of this, the Japanese Army Captain's eyes were in a trance. Under his leadership, the search team was completely wiped out. It was probably the most painful defeat since the division entered the Chinese battlefield!

The young Chinese soldier looked at the sharp blade only two or three meters away from him, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

A big sword stretched out from the side. The speed was not very fast, but it happened to be on the way Utsunomiya was moving forward. If Utsunomiya continued to move forward, he might not wait for his samurai sword to pierce the Chinese man's heart. He was cut in two by a big sword.

"Hey!" Utsunomiya roared and slashed at the big sword.

It seemed that he wanted to cut off the big sword with a ridge that was much thicker than the samurai sword in his hand. However, when the sword was halfway through, his wrist shook slightly and he thrust it out diagonally towards the younger Chinese soldier holding the big sword. Cracked on the body.

All his previous shows of weakness finally achieved the effect he wanted.

Utsunomiya is not an orthodox samurai, but he was the vice-president of the kendo club in the academy, and his sword skills were among the top three in the entire academy. This resume is not well known, but Utsunomiya, who is proud by nature, is I haven’t told a few people about my rather brilliant resume.

That's because he has always kept in mind the famous saying of his swordsmanship instructor: Everyone has to have his own secret. Maybe at some point, this kind of unknown secret can save his life!

From the moment he had the chance to draw his katana, Utsunomiya was deliberately showing weakness. Even if he tried his best to kill the Chinese officer, he did it deliberately. His real goal was actually to stand in front of the Chinese officer. Chinese.

Only in this way can he have a chance to kill a person while surrounded by Chinese people. This is definitely the most bragging achievement of an imperial soldier. It can also make the Chinese people feel heartbroken and allow him to honorably be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor without any hesitation. He will become a prisoner of the Chinese, and he will not leak the imperial military information.

Utsunomiya is very smart. He certainly knows what the Chinese people want to do by leaving him behind. This is also an opportunity he can take advantage of.

Now, the Chinese will pay the price for despising him, and Utsunomiya is full of ferocity.

Then the next moment, his eyes involuntarily widened in fear. At the moment when the sharp blade was about to come, the slightly thin young man curled his lips in disdain. He remained motionless, and with a slight flick of his wrist, he was already The sword that was stretched out and determined not to come back suddenly retracted against the common sense of physics, and actually blocked the light of the sword first.

"Ding!" There was a crisp sound that made your teeth sore.

Half of the sword tip flew into the sky, and the katana sword that cost hundreds of yen was broken into two pieces.

The katana is very sharp, but in terms of sturdiness, compared with the big sword in Mingxin's hand that can break heavy armor, it is not even suitable for carrying shoes. This result is doomed.

Perhaps, even Utsunomiya himself had expected it.

Utsunomiya, who was holding half a samurai sword in his hand, did not remain dazed. He threw the half sword fiercely at the young Chinese soldier he was facing, showing the decisiveness and ruthlessness of the Japanese army captain.

Suddenly, the big sword held in the hands of the young Chinese soldier seemed to have eyes. With a flick of his wrist, the blade of the sword knocked the half-cut flying knife into dust.

That kind of ease is like being afraid of dust on your body.

In front of this Chinese man, his proud swordsmanship was like a wooden sword played by a three-year-old child. Utsunomiya stood stunned on the spot.

"Your sword is too bad!" Ming Xin shook her head slightly and stabbed out with her sword.

Utsunomiya closed his eyes and waited for death, but what awaited him was a chill.

There was even more laughter all around.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the terrifying sword flying around him, and with the light of the sword, pieces of his military uniform fell one after another like flying butterflies.

The Chinese actually wanted to strip him naked with a sword.

'shame! ’ The Japanese Army Captain’s face was as red as blood. He looked at the right moment and aimed his sword sideways. However, the edge of the sword seemed to be attached to his body. No matter how he moved, it only split the military uniform but did not hurt the human body at all.

This kind of swordsmanship, not to mention despairing the Japanese army captain, even the surrounding special forces could only react with dumbfounded eyes.

Shen Laoliu finally knew why his partner, "Laoliu", was able to kill more than 30 Japanese soldiers. It was because of his sword, which was too good to use. With such a distance, he could kill ten or twenty of them. Also more than enough.

"Kill me! Kill me!" Utsunomiya roared crazily, but to no avail.

The great sword was like the most dexterous hand in the world, stripping off his clothes and the pride of the Imperial Army.

When he was about to become a bare pig in the Chinese winter.

"What do you want to know?" Seeing that his belt had been cut by the sword light, Utsunomiya had to reach out to pull his pants and finally shouted.

Gu Xishui, who had been watching Ming Xin's performance, finally smiled.

He knew that the proud shell of this Japanese army captain was finally about to be shattered.

After wasting a long time, the purpose was to get information about the main force of the Japanese army following the Japanese search team!

Tang Dao taught Gu Xishui that the most thorough way to destroy a person is not to destroy his body, but to destroy his heart.

Betrayal is shameful, but human nature is the most complicated. There are always things that transcend betrayal.

From the cruel execution of the Japanese army captain's colleague for a disagreement at the beginning, to letting him show his strengths and chop his sword, to Mingxin using his excellent swordsmanship to let him know what it means to be a "frog at the bottom of the well", and then Mingxin humiliatingly stripped him with a sword, all of these were steps to destroy his will to resist step by step.

It was almost dark, and the Japanese army was used to marching during the day. Gu Xishui had enough time and patience to pry open the mouth of this Japanese officer who had a lot of information in his head.

As for whether he would play tricks, there were still six or seven Japanese prisoners who were knocked unconscious and tied up here. He had enough opportunities to verify it, and there were enough people to let the Japanese commander know what the price of lying was.

It is said that the soul of a Japanese who has his head chopped off cannot return to his hometown!