Rise From Eight Hundred

Daya and Mingxin, one is an orphan girl in a small mountain city, and the other is an elite among thousands of soldiers in an elite infantry regiment.

The two people who belong to two completely different worlds would not have had any interaction at first, but in the spring of 1938, the 18-year-old Mingxin and the 16-year-old orphan girl met in a dark cabin.

There is only one word in China that can describe this unexpected intersection, which is called fate. It is accidental, but it is also inevitable!

After all, it takes hundreds of years to cross the same boat, so what if one of them kills someone while the other has to quietly watch the killing? It can't be repaired in just a hundred years! This is the inevitable fate.

For the two parties involved, the feelings are naturally different.

That boy will not be a burden to her. This is how Mingxin felt when she saw Da Ya for the first time!

In other words, he didn't feel anything at all. His dark face and short hair made him unable to even figure out whether the other person was a boy or a girl.

But for Da Ya, the feeling was naturally much richer. Ming Xin was a man who broke into her bedroom in the middle of the night and covered her mouth with his hand to prevent her from making any sound.

She has been running a family since she was seven years old and has to deal with a father who is corrupted by alcohol all the time. Da Ya is actually far stronger than most women in the world.

According to the normal operation, she should stab the "ill-intentioned" man in the belly with the kitchen knife she held tightly in her hand now.

This kind of thing is by no means the first time for Da Ya.

On a winter night two years ago, when she was 14 years old, she was in the small courtyard in front of her. She took a kitchen knife and chopped off the green-skinned hand of a man who was touching her, leaving only a bit of skin attached to her arm. She faced the man who wanted to replace her. Qingpi's relatives and friends who came back to the scene made angry accusations, but the 14-year-old Da Ya did not say a word, bit the braid on the back of her head in her mouth, and wrapped the knife handle tightly around her hand and wrist with a cloth strip, and that was it. Standing at the door of the house.

If you want compensation, then you can sacrifice your life in exchange for it. You can accept the beatings and scoldings of your father. Even the ordinary Zheng Daya is not born with a fiery temperament, but the ghost world tells her that if she is not tough , this ghostly world will swallow her and the drunken kiss until not even the dregs are left.

However, this world is much crueler than she imagined. Her kitchen knife could only scare away the kid, but the Japanese devil finally took away her last warmth.

From then on, she, a little grass, could only survive alone in this troubled world, no matter how biting the cold wind was.

It was such a woman who was as strong as a grass. Just when she was about to fight to the death with the Japanese soldiers who were searching for her, a man sealed her mouth and nose with the palm of her hand, but miraculously she did not make any resistance.

Just because of that sentence: "I'm here to kill the Japanese."

However, at that complicated moment, Xiaocao had an idea that was extremely strange to her. With the touch from her lips, the palm that tightly covered her mouth and nose was strong but not strong. It was rough and thick, yet slightly thin. It was different from all the palms she had seen in her life. His fingers must be very slender and beautiful!

Xiaocao, who had always been extremely strong, really felt a little ashamed at that moment.

At such a time, she could still think about those things.

Quickly adjusting her mood, putting aside the "immoral" thoughts and the fear of the coming Japanese army, Da Ya blinked her fairly big eyes, hoping that this man whose face she couldn't see clearly could see that she could As a helper, she has a kitchen knife in her hand that she has sharpened so sharply that it can cut wood as thick as an arm with one cut.

Because the person who will soon enter the house to search is not just a little devil. The footsteps that Da Ya heard from the third aunt's house are at least three or four Japanese.

He alone can't deal with those wolf-like Japanese.

The light in the room was very dark, but somehow, Daya believed that he could see it.

Da Ya's intuition was correct. Her blink was 'seen' by the young man.

"You understand what I mean! Very good, don't make a sound and keep hiding it!" Mingxin responded in a low voice, letting go of her palm.

The room was extremely dark. If it weren't for the little light coming from the window, it would have been almost impossible to see. However, Mingxin rushed towards the door without any hesitation.

Ming Xin has been staying in residents' homes in the city these days, and is already familiar with the characteristics of ordinary civilian houses in Licheng. These house characteristics were even drawn into floor plans at the secret preparation meeting of the special forces two nights ago for everyone to know. Familiar with the special forces.

The special squadron that grew up on the battlefield is no longer the grass-roots team it was a few months ago. Not to mention anything else, the various tactical preparation meetings have already included all the details of the battlefield.

Tang Dao once said: When two armies confront each other and their strengths are equal, details will determine the outcome!

Licheng belongs to the eastern part of Shanxi, and its architectural structure is a typical Shanxi residential style. The residential areas in the town were referred to as "li" before the Eastern Wei and Northern Qi Dynasties. From the Eastern Wei and Northern Qi Dynasties to Ye Nancheng, they were mainly referred to as "fang". Before the Tang Dynasty, the inner square was closed. Since the Song Dynasty, it has become completely open.

Although the nature of urban residential areas differed between the early and late feudal society in China, the form did not change much and remained square-shaped residential units.

This kind of residential area is divided by criss-crossing streets and alleys. Since the streets are straight and parallel to the city walls, their shapes are mostly square or rectangular, and circles are rare. In the square residential area, there are many small streets and lanes divided into small squares of different sizes. The usual planning is to first divide it by a "ten" street, and then divide the "ten" street into 16 small squares. Residents divide courtyards of different sizes in each small square, with doors facing the street, and the shape of the courtyards is mostly square. or rectangle.

Due to the scarcity of land in the town, the houses are adjacent to each other. The back wall of the house in front is the front wall of the house behind. Neighbors on the left and right, with walls and houses connected to each other, also called mountain-to-wall houses, living opposite each other with a street in the middle.

Most single houses adopt the layout of quadrangle or triple courtyard, with the main house facing south as far as possible. This is the main room of the courtyard. There are wing rooms on the east and west sides of the courtyard. The east and west wing rooms are generally relatively symmetrical, and the architectural formats are generally the same or similar.

One can only imagine what the family is like if it is entirely supported by a teenage girl. If it weren't for the fact that there were some old items handed down from ancestors at home that could be mortgaged to a pawn shop to exchange for money to subsidize the family, this simple little courtyard would probably be gone long ago.

The heavy footsteps made by the unique cowhide boots of the Japanese army had already arrived at the entrance of the courtyard. Da Ya bit her lip lightly and did not hide as the man said. Instead, she quietly stepped down with a kitchen knife that was polished to an extremely sharp edge. He got off the kang, hid by the door, and peeked out of the house.

However, the small courtyard of more than ten square meters was no longer dark. The torches lit by the Japanese soldiers illuminated the small courtyard dimly. Two Japanese soldiers strode into the courtyard holding torches. Outside the house, there was still the light of the torches.

Obviously, this was just as Da Ya expected. There were at least three or four Japanese invaders, two coming in and at least one outside. The Japanese troops moved separately in this way. For the man with a pair of strange hands, the difficulty of succeeding in a sneak attack did not decrease, but increased exponentially.

No matter which group he attacked secretly, he would alert the other group, and the Japanese soldiers all had guns.

Perhaps the best result today is to kill the two Japanese soldiers who entered the house! Daya's hand holding the handle of the knife involuntarily tightened. She was sure that she would not be able to hide by the bedside as the man said, whether it was now or when she was alone.

But, what about the man with a confident tone? Where did he go?

Daya, who was hiding behind the door, had not seen the figure of the man in black until now. If it weren't for the warmth of the palm that still lingered on her lips, which made her have strange thoughts, she would have felt that she was hallucinating. . At the moment of extreme fear, he imagined a heroic knight who could only appear in the storyteller's mouth to save him from fire and water.

The two Japanese soldiers were obviously accustomed to this kind of hut that was very Northern China-style. They kicked open the door without any scruples and stepped into the east wing with a faint light of fire. They were greeted by a strange smell of incense candles.

It was a dull fragrance, and it also had a smell that was disgusting from the bottom of my heart.

In front of a spiritual altar, there are several dried steamed buns enshrined, with three burnt out incense sticks stuck in them. The wind blew when the door was kicked open, and the flames of a big ever-bright lamp swayed from side to side, as if to express their wishes. Two uninvited guests are welcomed.

However, this welcome was obviously not what the two Japanese soldiers needed.

"Baga! Someone has just died in this family, bad luck!" A Japanese infantryman with the rank of private muttered depressedly.

Not only the Chinese don't like to see the mourning hall, but the Japanese also don't like it. Even if they have just killed someone, the feeling is obviously different, especially in such an atmosphere.

The unlucky psychological feeling makes people feel that the air here smells even worse, as if the whole house is filled with a rotten smell of death.

Another Japanese soldier with the rank of First Class frowned and said, "The Chinese are very cunning. Mr. Zaoshi, open those boxes to prevent the Chinese from hiding inside."

This is the difference between veterans and new recruits.

One is afraid or disgusted with death, while the other is able to face it calmly.

"Looking for death." There was a trace of hesitation on the face of the private, but he did not dare to disobey the veteran's order. He cautiously inserted his bayonet into the gap in the lid of the wooden box in the corner that was large enough to hide someone, and pried it up.

Unexpectedly, due to the age of the wooden box, the lock no longer functioned as it should. The Japanese private did not use a third of his strength, and the lid of the wooden box fell to the ground with a loud "Winter!"

"Watanabe-kun, what happened?" the Japanese soldiers outside the small courtyard quickly shouted and asked.

"It's okay, I knocked something over. Watch the door and don't let the Chinese escape." The superior soldier's calm reply reassured the two Japanese soldiers outside the door.

There is a pile of clothes in the wooden box, which were the clothes of Da Ya's wife before she was born. According to tradition, all these should be burned during the burial or the first seven days, but Da Ya wanted to keep a memory of her and secretly kept them. The hard-working Daya didn't even do any cleaning, especially the clothes her father wore when he was executed by the Japanese. She was afraid that without the blood, she would forget her hatred, her hatred for the Japanese.

A large amount of blood had already been soaked in the green jacket. After more than ten days of fermentation, it combined with the already depressing smell of incense and candles, emitting an extremely unpleasant smell.

"Watanabe-kun, there's no one here. The smell here is too bad. Let's go to the next one!" The 'death-seeking' private who covered his mouth and nose took a look and couldn't help but make suggestions.

"Stupid, if someone is offering sacrifices to the dead, it means there are living people in the house." The corporal glared at the scum private and shook his head. The smell here was really a bit disgusting. It was too bad.

Listening to the noise coming from the east wing, Daya's eyes were sore. That was the mourning hall she set up for her father according to tradition. She had to offer sacrifices until the 100th day. It was said that this would prevent her father from suffering in hell. She didn't expect that the damn Japanese would break even this extravagant hope.

And the man who gave her a strange feeling was nowhere to be seen now. Perhaps it was because he had already hidden in a corner and dared not move again because of the large number of Japanese soldiers!

Sure enough, the neighbor's aunt often said, "Men's mouths are deceiving ghosts!" It makes sense.

Since men can't do it, let women do it! Listening to the two heavy footsteps coming towards the south wing, the sixteen-year-old girl tried to calm her extreme fear and raised the kitchen knife to her waist. If she was given one second, she could stab the kitchen knife into the little devil's belly, and then stir it to mess up his intestines, and he would be dead.

The girl's breathing was very thin as she tried to calm her fear, but the Japanese corporal who came over heard it.

A smug smile appeared on his face. Not only was there someone in the room, but it was also a woman, a woman with no resistance.

This task was very simple and interesting.

Compared with those cowardly and ugly Chinese men who liked to kneel down humbly, Chinese women who liked to struggle desperately made people want to conquer them.

However, the two Japanese soldiers and the girl who was ready to fight to the death did not know that outside the house, which was only ten meters away from them, as early as forty seconds ago, when the Japanese soldiers outside the yard shouted about the situation inside the house, a black shadow pounced on them like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The Japanese corporal did not notice it, and the Japanese soldiers outside the yard did not answer.

Perhaps, it was the dull smell of incense and candles that made him dizzy!

The two Japanese soldiers standing at the gate of the courtyard did not hold rifles and scan the dim alleys as they imagined. Instead, they carried rifles on their backs, held torches in one hand, and one of them even had a Japanese cigarette in his mouth.

Obviously, although the gunshots and artillery sounds in and outside the city made them anxious, they had nothing to fear in this area where there were only Chinese civilians.

The sense of accomplishment of continuously smashing the doors and driving the Chinese civilians who were like pigs and sheep and had almost no resistance reduced their vigilance to the lowest point.

Here, they are the highest level of the food chain.

After hearing the loud answer of the Japanese soldiers in the house, the Japanese soldiers who put down their worries threw a cigarette to another companion, watched the second-class soldier look for the cigarette on the ground because of his line of sight without receiving it, smiled slightly, and then tilted his head to light his cigarette with the torch. In the dim firelight, the Japanese soldiers greedily took a puff of cigarette, and the smoke and firelight and the dark face under the military cap had a sense of vicissitudes after the war.

If someone took a photo of him at this time, he would definitely be on the front page of the Asahi Shimbun. The title was already thought of, it was called "Spring Dawn", and the Japanese army couldn't help but YY silently at that moment!

What's the matter, the loser was laughed at for daydreaming, and he was not allowed to dream when he should be sleeping?

Then, this might be the last time this Japanese private secreted dopamine in his life.

Because a thin but extremely powerful hand touched the back of his neck.

The palm was very warm, especially at the dawn of spring in northern China.

But the person who was touched was obviously not so happy!

At that moment, the hair on the body of the Japanese private who was dreaming at dawn stood up. If someone could take a close-up of him with a camera at this time, he should be like a frightened hedgehog, with hair standing up, eyes bulging hideously, and facial muscles twisted as if he fell into hell. With this ghost appearance, he is definitely enough to be selected for the front page of the Asahi Shimbun.

It is a huge sense of fear that cannot be described in words!

For a veteran who had gone through a year of recruit training and at least ten battles, the answer at that moment was extremely clear.

There was someone behind him, and it was an enemy.

He did not scream like a weakling to vent his fear. He bent his arm as an elbow and used the tip of his elbow as a gun to hit his back. The reaction of the frightened Japanese private was fast enough.

But it was still too slow.

The little Taoist priest, whose individual combat power ranked among the top three in the entire Four-Line Regiment, was a super fierce man who killed thirty Japanese invaders with one sword. Tang Tuanzuo, who had seen his results in the Battle of Bihe, had a slight twitch in his mouth. After being equipped with the great sword of his master, Mingxin's combat power increased by at least 30%.

Such a super fierce man, even if he did not draw the great sword at this time, how could he let the prey escape?

As the warm palm exerted force suddenly, five slender fingers like a pianist suddenly tightened, and a huge force that was completely inconsistent with the surface phenomenon gushed out. The human cervical vertebra, which was not particularly strong to begin with, made a light "click" sound similar to the cracking of a walnut, and was completely crushed.

Not only did the shattering of the spinal nerves cause the Japanese soldiers to completely lose control of their bodies, but they could not even make a sound in their throats. A cold and cold military bayonet went straight through the skull, directly destroying the last bit of life of the Japanese corporal.

The extremely frightened eyes gradually faded, and the green smoke that had not yet been exhaled sprayed out along the corners of the Japanese corporal's mouth and nostrils with his last breath of life.

The uncontrolled sphincter also caused the Japanese infantry, who had already become corpses, to urinate and excrete!

Fortunately, the Japanese army also had the habit of wearing leggings, and the wide enough military pants held the dirt, so the smell did not start to dissipate so quickly.

That was because Mingxin was very interested in the bayonet equipped by Tang Tuanzuo, and specially asked Teacher Xiao He's team to make one for him. It was also the bayonet in his hand that killed the first blood.

Judging from the ending, killing is really cool!