Chapter 176 Not having a gun is a man’s deepest fear!
Class 3, no, it should be called Class 2, Platoon 2 now, they have a new squad leader.
The new squad leader is not the old man from the original third squad, but he is one of the most outstanding performers in this warehouse guard battle.
Su Huikai, a Cantonese from Foshan, has the most typical height and appearance in southern China. She is only 1.6 meters tall, has a dark face, and looks most ordinary.
Su Huikai, who had always been the assistant shooter of the light machine gun, was unknown in Leng Feng's platoon. Her military rank was originally only a superior soldier.
But this little guy really shined in the hand-to-hand battle in front of the warehouse. Not only did he kill his opponent cleanly, but he also had the energy to assist his comrades in killing three more Japanese invaders. Without his help, I'm afraid ten people would have been killed.
The number of casualties will increase by at least two.
It can be said that his hand-to-hand combat record is almost comparable to Leng Feng, who killed two Japanese invaders.
Later, when Tang Dao took the time to ask, he found out that this successor of Wing Chun was actually a legendary martial arts master.
On the afternoon of October 31, the sergeant squad leader who originally replaced Li Jijin was seriously injured and died, so Tang Dao transferred him directly from the platoon to serve as the squad leader, which was considered a reward for him.
With the original outstanding record and the personal orders from Tang Dao, the proud soldiers of Squad Three, who were originally directly under Tang Dao's control, were naturally convinced.
According to the predetermined plan, the second team went to touch the gun first, and the other groups entered the killing scene as planned.
Su Huikai lived up to Tang Dao's expectations. Her short figure looked like a ghost in the moonlight. Without the Japanese army noticing, she threw the five drums of incense into the bonfire.
After waiting for another fifteen minutes, the remaining fourteen people from the second squad were dispatched under his leadership.
However, what is shocking is that they did not drag the guns into the corner and hide them according to the plan. Instead, each of them quietly brought five or six guns to this side of the tunnel.
Seeing these guys carrying the Japs' guns like little mice working hard at night, even a tough guy like Leng Feng couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eyes.
There is a shortage of everything in the tunnel, but there is no shortage of guns, okay? Because considering the needs of future combat, all the riflemen have changed to Japanese-style 38 rifles. There are still hundreds of rifles piled up in the secret room in the tunnel.
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"Platoon commander, keep it, keep it, just in case it comes in handy!" Su Huikai looked at Leng Feng, who was speechless, and honestly said her simplest reason.
Scared of poverty, this was Su Huikai's psychological appeal to go to great lengths to bring the stolen rifle.
This was just a small episode. The Japanese soldiers, who were hypnotized into a deeper sleep by the effect of sleeping pills, were snoring one after another. They would know that all the guns had been stolen by the "immoral" Chinese.
Seeing that the plan was going smoothly, the two bosses Tang Dao and Lei Xiong personally went into battle shirtless and were responsible for killing the Japanese sentries who were also sleeping in three places.
Unlike Tang Dao, Lei Xiong has received assassination training and knows where people can enter a state of death in the shortest time.
For example, if Tang Dao chooses to stab the Japanese sentry with his back to him, he is actually holding the rifle and dozing off the back of the Japanese sentry's head. The blade piercing the lower edge of the occipital bone at the back of the head can instantly cut off the nerves connecting the cervical spine and at the same time, it can also stir the brain into pieces.
What a mess.
In just one second, the Japanese soldier will enter a state of brain death, even if his heart is still beating due to inertia.
Lei Xiong's treatment was much rougher. He stretched out his thick arm and quietly wrapped it around the Japanese soldier's neck. Before the Japanese sentry, awakened by the shadow of death, could open his eyes, he had already covered his mouth with one hand, and then used his arm violently.
le.
The short Japanese soldier was lifted up in the air by the Shaanxi man who was over 1.7 meters tall. He tried in vain to pull Lei Xiong's powerful forearms with his hands, but it was of no use. He kicked hard with his legs, but could only kick the air.
And all efforts to fight for life can only speed up his death. Because the harder he exerts force, the more oxygen he consumes. But because his mouth and nose are tightly covered, he has already lost the source of oxygen.
So, within thirty seconds, the struggling Japanese sentry turned into a stinking fish.
After losing control of the muscles, feces and urine burst out, which is one of the typical characteristics of the dead.
Soon, Tang Dao killed one group and knocked out two Japanese soldiers in the other group with heavy blows. Su Huikai and Yang Xiaoshan, who followed behind, knocked two of them foaming at the mouth like they had done before with their guns.
The Japanese troops brought back the tunnels.
This made Leng Feng, who was sitting at the rear, want to complain again. I don't lack Japanese guns or Japanese people here.
However, thinking that he might be able to get something useful out of the Japanese's mouths, Lieutenant Leng took matters into his own hands and tied the two Japanese soldiers who were knocked unconscious by big fists into rice dumplings, and stuffed two more into their mouths.
Datuo-----stinky socks.
Second row long Li Jiujin’s original socks.
When the cautious veteran took it off with a smile, more than half of the soldiers at the tunnel entrance collectively held their breath.
This should be the legendary sauce type!
Lei Xiong also successfully eliminated another group with the assistance of two tall and round soldiers.
A baggage team with more than a hundred troops sent out a total of three groups of six sentries, one group inside the building and two groups outside the building. Even in their rear area, this was an extremely stupid decision. Therefore, they
They will pay for their own stupidity, and the price is their lives.
Following Leng Feng's order, everyone rushed to their goals as planned.
A dark night pig killing convention begins.
However, killing people is not killing pigs after all. Even if there are really a hundred pigs left for you to kill, it is not that easy.
Facts have proved that even those who enter the killing field are excellent warriors and can kill more than ten people with rifles and machine guns, but killing with bayonets and killing with bullets are two completely different feelings.
Especially when you pierce the heart of a human body with a knife, you need to cover the enemy's mouth with your hand to prevent him from making a sound, while warm and greasy blood surges in your palm, and the human body feels like its neck has been cut.
The chicken wants to flutter desperately, but you have to hold it down with your body and feel the last struggle of life. It really takes enough courage.
Not everyone can become a qualified butcher. Even if you are face to face, you can roar and stab the bayonet into the enemy's chest, but that is a life and death fight, rather than almost personally feeling the enemy's body slowly stop shaking and then continue.
repeat.
That kind of feeling, for a person who is not mentally distorted, really requires incredible tenacity to keep from collapsing.
Even a butcher would turn a blind eye to the wails of pigs and sheep for a long time.
But this is obviously not what these battle-hardened soldiers are good at.
Therefore, just two minutes later, a soldier's hand covering the mouth and nose of the Japanese soldier was slightly loosened, and the sound of the Japanese soldier's painful howl pierced the night sky.
The Japanese army was awakened.
But waking up does not mean the nightmare is over, or in other words, that is when the nightmare really begins.
They may be envious of those companions who were killed without knowing anything in their sleep. How beautiful it was to burp in their sleep.
Unlike them, they have to accept the torture from their souls before they die.
The Chinese, who are full of malice and look ferocious with rifles in hand, as if they have come from hell, are not the biggest source of fear.
Even under the command of his commander, a row of bayonets stabbed at him like a man cutting grass. In an instant, there was a flash of blood, and the terrifying howl sounded like a pig slaughterhouse.
That's not scary. What's scary is when they subconsciously run towards the place where they fired the gun before falling asleep.
Where's the gun?
Where is my gun?
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A group of men without guns shed tears in the cold wind, like a group of young quails facing a flock of eagles.
This isn't fair!
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