Rise From Eight Hundred

The torch in the hand of the Japanese infantryman who had completely entered the death mode fell down!

However, before it fell to the ground, it was quietly caught by a palm and then stuffed into the already weak hand.

The puppet had no right to refuse!

Then, heavy footsteps sounded.

Of course it was heavy, because it was the footsteps caused by the weight of two people, not because of the Japanese army's standard cowhide boots inlaid with iron nails.

Mingxin was tall, but not actually tall, only about 1.7 meters, but even so, he was half a head taller than the Japanese soldier in front of him. Even if the Japanese soldier wore a helmet, he couldn't completely block Mingxin behind him, so he could only stand in the air!

His two feet were five or six centimeters away from the ground, which was much more awesome than the zombies in Chinese legends who could only walk by jumping.

All of this was based on Mingxin's jaw-dropping strength. He was actually holding the Japanese soldier's cervical vertebrae with one hand, and his powerful arm supported the corpse weighing hundreds of pounds to hang in the air for several centimeters. Only in this way could he completely block Mingxin behind him.

Under such a line of sight, it doesn't need to be blocked for a long time, perhaps only one second is enough.

The Japanese second-class soldier, who had previously dropped his cigarette on the ground because he didn't receive it properly, just found the cigarette with the light of the torch. When he looked up, he saw the old soldier walking towards him one meter away.

However, in the dim firelight, not only the body looked extremely strange, but also the face was a little strange.

He even saw a black thing on the old soldier's forehead, and a strange liquid was flowing down.

Is this where the head was hit?

"Shenmu Jun..." The Japanese second-class soldier instinctively wanted to remind the old soldier.

Then, he saw the old soldier suddenly rushing towards him.

What is he trying to do? Without time to think about the reason, out of respect for the veterans, the private's first thought was to stretch out his arms.

Not to welcome his good friend, but as a new recruit, he couldn't let his senior fall like this! The strict hierarchy of the Japanese army made the new recruits make the most correct choice.

A strong stench mixed with the smell of blood rushed into his nasal cavity!

Then, he died.

At the moment of extreme fear, the bayonet suddenly pulled out from the head of the Japanese infantry corpse pierced into his big mouth that was open as if it was lightning.

The cold bayonet knocked out his front teeth, poked the uvula that had not yet trembled and made a sound, and then passed through the gums, penetrated the brain and passed through the back of the head.

His body suddenly went limp, and a pair of hands supported him and the cold corpse in his arms. He placed the two dead and not-quite-dead Japanese soldiers gently in the dark corner of the wall, letting them continue to hug each other intimately. Then, he pulled out his bayonet, wiped the yellow uniform of the Japanese soldier clean, and left.

The bloody smell was too strong, which might stimulate the olfactory cells of the next person to be attacked.

Although this was only Mingxin's first assassination, it was obvious that the young Taoist priest with strong psychological quality was better than most people in the world.

Not only was he ruthless, but he was also extremely calm!

The brainwashing education of the Taoist temple that has protected China for thousands of years is really excellent. Such a strong soldier embryo may never appear again.

"Qinghu Sword Immortal"

The soldiers of the Four Lines Group should be very grateful that they can meet such a comrade-in-arms, but the Japanese are probably the unfortunate unlucky children.

But this is completely self-inflicted. If you want to be a robber, you have to be prepared to be killed at any time!

The Japanese second-class soldier, whose brain nerves had not yet completely died, was like a fish that had been pierced through the gills by a willow leaf but had not yet completely died. He twisted his body violently and tried to flutter, but the senior in his arms pressed him down like a stone on a boat. Only his two feet in leather boots were twitching, and some muffled "puff puff" sounds were made with the ground.

Obviously, this little noise was not enough to attract the attention of the two Japanese soldiers who were somewhat upset by the decayed smell of incense and broken wooden boxes in the house.

Of course, the cries of Chinese civilians not far away and the ferocious roars of the Japanese soldiers had long covered up this not-so-big abnormal sound.

In the courtyard, the two Japanese soldiers who heard the movement in the room looked at each other, and with the joy of catching prey, they approached the door of the house.

"Chinese pig, come out quickly!" The Japanese soldier kicked the door open fiercely and roared loudly.

He had heard the breathing inside the door, very nervous, but not rough. It should be a Chinese woman. His rich life experience even allowed him to hear the gender of the Chinese in the house.

He could fully understand the nervousness of the Chinese woman, and perhaps she would resist.

Of course, in the eyes of the Japanese corporal, this prey would still be like those who cried, but became humble and helpless at the moment when the shining bayonet approached, and then drove away like pigs and sheep.

This is the humble Chinese, who are afraid of death and are destined to face more deaths.

The Japanese corporal, who has always been at the top of the food chain in the Chinese city, did not even hold the rifle horizontally, but put the rifle behind his back, holding a torch and preparing to enter the house to catch his prey.

However, even a rabbit will bite when it is anxious.

What's more, this rabbit has been sharpening its fangs for half a month for this moment.

At the moment when the torch was extended, the 16-year-old girl jumped out of the darkness like an agile deer, so fast that it was jaw-dropping.

Perhaps, it's not just fast, but more terrifying is determination.

She had been holding the kitchen knife tightly in her hand, thrusting forward with all her strength, leaving no room for error.

This knife used at least 70% of the girl's strength.

In such a tense and fearful mood, the girl was able to burst out more than half of her strength without being stiff and sluggish. She was much stronger than 90% of the people in this world, whether men or women.

Even many new recruits who had just entered the battlefield were not as good as her.

Daya, who had lost everything, had no reservations. Since her father died and she was fooled by a hero she imagined, she told herself that this thief God was rotten to the core, and she wanted to go to the thief God to talk to him.

She didn't need to live anymore. She hoped to die and die with a Japanese soldier!

So, this time, the thief God seemed to have heard the Chinese girl's expectations and made her wish come true!

Driven by a force of at least 40 kilograms, the sharpened knife tip effortlessly broke through the Japanese military uniforms, the fragile subcutaneous fat, the large intestine, and the internal organs until the wide kitchen knife blade was stuck by the lower ribs, and then stopped moving forward.

The Japanese soldier was stunned, looking at the kitchen knife that was almost halfway into his lower abdomen!

It didn't hurt much, in extreme fear, the rapidly secreted adrenaline acted as an analgesic.

He only felt cold!

It was not the coldness of the blade itself that penetrated into his abdomen!

Rather, it was the kind of coldness that penetrated into his bones that was about to usher in death!

The extremely rich battlefield experience reminded him frantically that his intestines were broken, his liver was cut open, he was finished, he was dead!

After staring at the blade for nearly ten seconds, the Japanese soldier moved his eyes away from the half-cut kitchen knife that was about to take his life and looked at the attacker.

It was a Chinese man with a gray head and face. His short hair made it difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman, but he could still feel that it was a woman.

There were no less than ten Chinese who died under his gun and knife, but the Japanese soldier never thought that one day he would die under the knife of a Chinese woman. This was really too shameful.

Daya, who had used all her strength to stab out a knife, was also stunned. She didn't expect that she could hit the little devil with one knife.

Really, it was too simple.

It turned out that killing Japanese was so simple!

Extreme astonishment and great joy intertwined together, forming a huge impact, causing Daya to forget the next step, stirring the knife handle, using the width of the blade to smash all the organs of the Japanese devils together.

Then, the Japanese soldier, who felt cold and ashamed, let out a shocking roar: "Baga..."

No matter when, I like to say a traditional line, this is really not a good habit. Chinese people can at least curse "dog day", but the Japanese keep saying those two words.

Daya, who was awakened, instinctively twisted the knife handle and completed the "tactical" action that she had repeated hundreds of times in her mind.

The human belly, which has no other protection except the fat layer, has no resistance in front of the sharp blade.

The rapidly secreted adrenaline finally couldn't stop the pain nerves from sending signals to the brain. The severe pain almost drained all the strength of the Japanese corporal.

In the eyes of despair, the Japanese corporal knelt on the ground with a "thump", spitting blood. The powerlessness that retreated like a tide told him that he should not be able to stand up on his own.

Perhaps, in a few minutes, he will fall into the cold abyss of death!

The "suicidal" second-class soldier behind him was also unbelievable. When he saw the senior corporal kneeling down like a "thump", he realized that his predecessor was stabbed by a lowly Chinese like a pig being slaughtered.

The stab should be in the vitals, otherwise he would not kneel at the feet of the Chinese attacker in such a humiliating way!

"Baga! Dead, dead." The frightened second-class soldier roared while holding up the rifle in his hand and pointed the muzzle at Daya, who was no longer afraid of anything.

Daya had already pulled out the kitchen knife, intending to use this kitchen knife that had already killed a Japanese soldier to throw it out, one knife for one gun, very cost-effective!

It can only be said that Daya's combat awareness at this time was actually catching up with those veterans. Regardless of whether the goal of "one knife for one gun" could be achieved, the momentum was definitely not inferior to the Japanese private.

At least at that moment, the "seeking death" private's face showed fear. This was a situation he rarely encountered. The one with a knife was not inferior to the one with a gun.

This also caused his body to stiffen slightly, and his hand was 0.5 seconds late to pull the trigger!

What's more deadly is that when the "dongdong" footsteps sounded behind him, he made a mistake that all recruits love to make.

The heavy footsteps startled the Japanese private and turned his head suddenly.

The reason why he made a mistake is that he did not dodge and find a safe position as quickly as possible before judging the enemy.

If it were the Japanese private who had already knelt down, he would never turn his head as stupidly as he did.

Unfortunately, the Japanese veteran had been beaten to his knees by a Chinese woman with a hatchet. He didn't even have this chance. From this point of view, his battlefield performance was even worse than that of the private.

Therefore, the Japanese private who made the mistake almost stopped breathing, and the oncoming fist completely occupied all his sight.

What a fast fist, what a hard fist!

The last thought of the "seeking death" private stopped here.

Mingxin rushed over from five meters away without any fancy moves. He just punched straight and punched the Japanese soldier in the face with his protruding joints like a sledgehammer. Not only did he make a tooth-grinding sound of bone breaking, but he even knocked his front teeth several meters away.

Some things really don't need to be big, they just need to be hard enough!

For something big and hard, it really depends on luck. I guess Tang Tuanzuo's iron fists belong to this category.

With just one punch, the Japanese soldier was completely defeated.

No one can do anything fancy when their nose is broken and their front teeth are knocked out, tears, blood and saliva are splashing, and at the same time, there are tens of thousands of bees living in their heads.

The brain, which is responsible for commanding the whole body, has wisdom that is difficult for humans to understand. If it feels cold, it will immediately call blood to gather on the surface of the body to increase the temperature of the human skin. If it still doesn't work, it will immediately withdraw it to the internal organs to ensure the temperature of the organs. This is why hypothermic people have body fever in the later stage.

When hit hard by a fist like a hammer, the brain will react immediately and enter a coma, using deep sleep to repair the trauma.

Unfortunately, even though the nightmare of the Japanese second-class soldier who staggered back and basically fell into a coma was not over, he just hit the wall and had no time to slide down, and an iron knee hit his crotch.

Not only was the painful howl blocked by a slender white hand, but the hands that covered his mouth with one hand and held the back of his head with the other hand suddenly changed, and the head of the Japanese second-class soldier drooped softly. The last change completely annihilated all his vitality.

No matter how smart the brain is, it can only accept the fact that it is heading for death at this time, and command the human body's neurons to return to silence.

And all this happened in just two seconds. In front of Daya, who was stunned, a Japanese soldier holding a gun was killed by someone with bare hands, without any resistance.

Like a little chicken.

"You're fine!" Mingxin glanced at the Japanese soldier who was kneeling on the ground and spitting blood bubbles. He raised his foot and stomped it suddenly, just like stepping on a small insect to death, and stomped the Japanese soldier's neck bone into a comminuted fracture. He smiled slightly: "Okay, he's dead! Don't point your knife at me all the time!"

Under the dim light, Daya, who was in the darker room, could basically see Mingxin's appearance. He looked handsome and delicate.

But she would never associate delicateness with the killing god in front of her. There was only one question in her mind:

This man, I'm afraid he is not a butcher!

This is Daya's second impression of Mingxin.

It doesn't matter if the killing moves are fierce. What's important is the attitude of this person to kill the Japanese invaders. Even for a dying devil, he is merciless, just like stepping on a small insect to death.

"I avenged my father!" Daya's body softened and sat on the ground.

Mingxin frowned slightly. Why is this guy so sissy? Originally, he was considered to be courageous and could recruit a good soldier for the regiment, but now it seems that he thought too much.

"You drag these two devils into the house and hide them, and then hide in the house next door. Don't come out unless the Chinese come to say that everything is safe. I will move the two devils at the gate of the courtyard in first." Mingxin was ready to leave immediately, but looking at his fellow tribesmen sobbing in front of him, he still didn't completely cool down his heart.

If another group of devils came and found the body, the guy who was still here would not survive, but he couldn't stay here forever. He just killed a group of four people, and at least he had to kill a few groups.

"No, can I go with you to kill the devils?" Daya raised her head, looking serious.

She didn't know who this man was, but he was Chinese and very strong. Killing devils was like cutting grass, which was enough.

"I am on a combat mission. You are too weak to help me. Before that, you still have to hide first. When our army captures Licheng at dawn, you come to me." In the night, Mingxin frowned slightly and spoke a bunch of nonsense.

Originally, monks do not tell lies, but Tang Tuanzuo said it well. This is an extraordinary period. Everything is for victory!

The Four-line Group does not need weaklings!

"Hey, don't go! It's dawn. How can I find you?" Daya looked at Mingxin who was about to turn around and leave and couldn't help but get anxious. She chased after him and shouted softly.

"My name is Shen Laoliu!" Mingxin threw out a name without thinking.

Still moving towards Xicheng, Shen Laoliu, who was sweating profusely, whispered to Lu Zhongda, who was also sweating profusely: "Old Lu, why do I feel a gust of cold wind?"

Lu Zhongda: "It means you killed too few devils, and the devils are thinking about you!"

"Bah, I almost believed it!" Shen Laoliu tightened his clothes. "Damn, Licheng is such a wicked place!"

When a short-haired girl looked for Shen Laoliu everywhere after dawn, Shen Laoliu, who was confused, found that he was actually right.

He was blamed for something he had never done. If it weren't for the proof from Heizi and Lu Zhongda, he wouldn't have been able to explain it clearly.

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