Chapter 158 Kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred
"Lieutenant Colonel Xie, if the soldiers under your command are so brave, I think my suggestion yesterday was wrong."
The little old brigadier general of the Empire where the sun never sets had frightened eyes, and he sighed at Xie Jinyuan, who had his eyes on the telescope beside him.
"General Smartet, if the soldiers under my command are all so sharp, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to give me advice." The Army Lieutenant Colonel's expression did not change at all, and he answered without any pyrotechnics.
Do you still want to chat? The little old man was so choked that he rolled his eyes.
The lieutenant colonel's answer was tough, but he was confident enough. It was not only his record of fighting the Japanese army for four days and four nights, but also the tough counterattack of the Tang swordsmen on the battlefield that made people's hair stand on end.
Tang Dao, Lei Xiong and Leng Feng proved with facts that why they are arrowheads is not about how high or strong their force is, but because they explain what a commander is.
The Japanese army didn't care about their lives. Their tactics were that after all the squadron leaders were dead, the squadron leader would come up. After all the squadron leaders were dead, the squadron leader would come up. After all the squadron leaders were dead, it would be the squadron commander's turn. This sounds very heroic.
But in Tang Dao's case, if the battalion commander dies, then the company commander will die, if the company commander dies, then the platoon leader will die, and if the platoon leader dies, the squad leader will die.
Therefore, when he saw Tang Daoshen's leading soldiers, the lieutenant colonel's eyebrows were as sharp as swords, and his waist was as straight as ever.
He firmly believes that this battle will be won!
"Okay, very good! I'm looking forward to Chinese soldiers like this to see what kind of miracles they can create." The stubborn temper of the brigadier general of the Sun Never Sets Empire, who had a stubborn goatee and raised his goatee, was probably also rising.
Now he turned his attention back to the battlefield.
During this conversation, the battlefield situation changed again.
Tang Dao has already sent the Japanese infantrymen who devoted themselves to seizing the guns to meet his Amaterasu.
In other words, Tang Dao did not do it himself.
Really, the two Japanese soldiers who rushed from behind him wanted to kill him with one shot.
Tang Dao just used an action similar to that of an iron bridge and fell backwards. The two rifles that were suddenly pierced had no time to retract, and they pierced directly into the Japanese soldier who was still blushing and pulling out the gun with great strength.
His eyes suddenly bulged, and the Japanese infantryman looked at his two equally confused companions in disbelief.
You must be the Chinese inmates of Baga! The Japanese soldiers who stared at their companions in disbelief must have felt like this in their hearts.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
When His Excellency Brigadier Sun Never Sets took the initiative to end the chat and look towards the battlefield, he happened to see this scene.
The Chinese soldier's feet did not leave the spot at all. He turned himself in half with the help of his terrible waist strength. The bayonet that was thrust at high speed was unable to stop in time and stabbed one of his own.
It's like a big pile of grilled meat on a barbecue skewer.
The Japanese soldiers who accidentally injured their comrades had no time to apologize to their comrades. They just wanted to pull out their bayonets quickly, while the terrible enemy was still beside them.
But it's already too late.
Throwing away the big mallet again, the Tang Dao, which was almost bent horizontally on the ground, bounced up against the laws of physics. The palm that had held the big mallet actually reached directly towards the Japanese soldier's lower body.
Find the target as fast as lightning, then hold it, close your fingers, and then use force to pull...
There was no sound, but any man who saw this scene couldn't help but twitch his legs.
As veterans, they could fully understand how intense the pain the Japanese soldier would feel.
Even if they couldn't be crushed, they should have been torn off alive! When they saw the Japanese soldiers actually getting up on the ground, doing a front somersault, and then rolling like a top while holding their crotch, Tang Dao also casually threw away a strip.
A strong sense of immersion.
"This trick the commander used is the legendary monkey picking peaches!" In the warehouse, Yang Xiaoshan couldn't help but lick his already chapped lips.
At this moment, he somewhat understood what Tang Dao said, it doesn't matter what moves you use to kill your opponent, the important thing is that you have to be able to kill him.
Looking at Tang Dao's move to kill someone in a crisis, it seems insidious, but more of it is cruel. Not to mention the enemy, even one of his own people can't help but shrink their balls.
"You are in charge of so many things. Keep an eye on the commander. If anyone dares to harm the commander, shoot him." Erya rolled her eyes at Yang Xiaoshan, feeling that he was talking too much.
"Aren't we going to deal with the Japanese with hand-to-hand combat? Kill them where they are strongest?" The honest Yang Xiaoshan was a little puzzled.
"You are so young and stupid! Didn't the commander say it a long time ago that as long as you can kill the Japanese, you don't need to stick to any formalities. It's a hand-to-hand fight. Who among the brothers didn't empty the bullets and then reload them?" Erya glanced at Yang Xiaoshan, as if
Still not at ease. "I am an orderly at the company headquarters, you listen to me!"
"Who is not an orderly?" Yang Xiaoshan muttered, but his eyes were trained on the sight of the rifle.
What he was aiming at was not the battlefield downstairs, but more Japanese infantry outside the battlefield. Who knows, would there be any Japanese soldiers who would shoot coldly at the commander?
All the defenders on the upper floors were actually hanging on guard, fearing that the Japanese troops would fire. All light and heavy machine guns, including the "Iron Head" machine guns, were aimed at the rear of the battlefield.
The Japanese don't even care about their lives, so why do they want to lose face? This is the most normal psychology.
However, the Japanese commander did not believe in evil! He did not believe that more than thirty infantrymen could not defeat more than twenty Chinese in hand-to-hand combat.
It's like two groups of people fighting. One side can't win all the time. They finally come across something they are good at, and they try to find some ground to come back through it.
The Japanese commander who was knocked unconscious was actually stunned.
The remaining Japanese soldier was quite tough. After Tang Dao killed another person so brutally, he threw away the gun that was not easy to pull out and rushed towards Tang Dao with his arms folded.
That was the plan to win with the king's eight punches.
As long as he hugs Tang Dao, other colleagues who have discovered the battlefield here will definitely be able to pounce on him. It doesn't take much time, as long as Tang Dao is trapped for two or three seconds.
Because on the battlefield at this time, the number of Chinese soldiers was already less than ten, except for Tang Dao who faced four people, Lei Xiong who fought one to three, and Leng Feng who fought with two Japanese soldiers in an inextricable manner, there were more than twenty other soldiers.
The Chinese soldiers were basically fighting in groups of two and three, with the same number of Japanese soldiers.
The battlefield is not a game. In just a few seconds, three pairs of fighting soldiers decided life and death.
Both sides thrust with all their strength, without even blocking or dodging. A Chinese soldier who was charging madly was stabbed in the chest by a Japanese rifle first and suffered pain. At the same time, his slightly hanging bayonet was also inserted into the Japanese soldier's abdomen.
The strength of the confrontation between the two people was so great that they could no longer hold the gun, so they simply threw away the gun and came face to face.
This was perhaps the moment when the enemy soldiers from China and Japan were the closest. The Chinese soldier, who had lost most of his strength, opened his mouth and bit the ear of the Japanese soldier who was also seriously injured.
The Japanese soldier, who was screaming in pain, stretched out his arms and hugged the Chinese soldier tightly, and the two fell heavily to the ground.
Both sides had guns inserted into their chests and abdomens. There was no rolling around, only a tight 'embrace'. The Chinese soldiers seemed to have completely 'fallen in love' with the Japanese soldiers. Their mouths were always next to their ears until there was no sound from both sides, still embracing each other tightly.
together.
If someone looked carefully at this time, they would definitely see that the Chinese soldier had half an ear in his mouth, with a satisfied smile on his face.
That is, he had lost the strength to swallow and did not swallow the fresh piece of 'meat' before death.
The other two pairs were not much better. When a Chinese soldier caught the opponent's bayonet with his arm, his companion on the other side also stabbed the opponent's neck with a bayonet. Everyone was sprayed.
Although they were attracted by the three-meter-high column of blood, no one knew what kind of sound the Japanese bayonet blade made when it rubbed against the arm of the Chinese soldier.
I'm afraid only the soldier who experienced it personally knew that it was a strange sound of "quacking". That sound made the soldier find a pig hind leg bone and use a knife to scratch it for experiments after the war. Finally, it was determined that
To make such a sound when a knife touches a bone, there must be fresh flesh and blood on it and it must reach a certain speed.
Although his bones were scratched by the blade, the Chinese soldier had to be thankful that at least he was still alive.
His other two comrades had much worse luck. One died biting half of his opponent's ear, and the other tripped over a ditch during the charge and unfortunately had his whole body thrown into the bayonet of the Japanese army.
He didn't even make the effort to hand out the bayonet to his opponent. Because he lost his balance, his fragile neck was pierced by the Japanese bayonet.
The trachea and the severed arteries were picked out by the Japanese army with the tip of a bayonet, and blood bubbles were still bubbling out. Even if he tried to cover it with his hands in vain, the blood would spurt out desperately. The lack of oxygen caused him to wait.
The blood flowed out, and he died of suffocation on the sand in front of the warehouse.
Incomparably cruel hand-to-hand combat, one has always killed one thousand enemies and suffered eight hundred losses!
Is there such a thing as complete victory?
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PS: I saw many readers in the comment area saying that I am stupid, but Feng Yue really didn’t mean it. Feng Yue likes to describe the cruelty of war through detailed descriptions, and hopes to use group portraits to reflect the difficulties of the ancestors of that era in the war. Maybe
It's because Feng Yue's writing skills are so good that everyone's reading experience is not that good. Feng Yue apologizes. But I still hope that book friends will not give up on Feng Yue and follow Feng Yue into the following stories. There will be Jinling, Taierzhuang, Xuzhou, and more later.
There are Taihang Mountains, Shentou Ridge, and many, many evocative and tearful war stories.
This battle is almost over, there are still about ten more, believe Fengyue!
