No matter how scared and sad the Japanese soldiers were.
Under the moonlight, the bright bayonets and the murderous intent that was so strong that they had to face it were what they had to face.
Most of the Japanese soldiers chose to fight as trapped beasts. Some howled and bravely rushed towards the cold light, using their bodies as shields. The moment the bayonets penetrated deeply into their bodies, they hugged their rifles tightly with both hands.
That way, his unarmed colleagues might be able to grab their rifles and launch a counterattack against the current enemy.
Under such a difficult situation, a group of second-line heavy troops could have such a choice, which shows the high level of training and strict military discipline of the Japanese army.
Of course, this is not all. Some Japanese soldiers chose to give up. Those inside the building ran outside the building, and those outside the building ran into the ruins, trying to escape from the killing battlefield that was already filled with the nauseating smell of blood.
There were also a few worse ones who, after discovering that the Chinese were killing everyone with swords and swords, stabbed all those who tried to resist to death on the spot, and then simply knelt down and raised their hands in surrender.
But no matter which choice they made, what greeted them was the cold light of bayonets illuminated by the moonlight. All Chinese soldiers participating in the war only received a military order before entering the battlefield: "Kill all people wearing yellow uniforms, no matter who they are!"
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As long as you want to live, you have to kill all the enemies here without making gunshots or explosions.
This was originally an impossible task, but with the help of the mysterious boss's ecstasy and careful arrangements in advance, although there were some minor mistakes, it was miraculously close to completion.
If it weren't for the second lieutenant who fell asleep in the ranks of ordinary Japanese troops, pulled out his bastard box and shot Leng Feng who was charging towards him fiercely.
The Nanbu Fourteen Pistol, famous for its jammed shells on the Chinese battlefield, miraculously favored Second Lieutenant Taro Hashimoto on this night, and his gun fired.
The "bang" sound of the gunshot directly made Tang Dao's heart sink as he was patrolling the battlefield outside the building to prevent any fish from slipping through the net.
He had to make a choice, whether to leave before the Japanese troops, who were alerted by gunfire a kilometer away, arrived, or to go back into the tunnel and continue hiding.
But no matter which option you choose, the probability of failure is more than 95%.
When the Japanese army came to search and found that their entire supply team had been wiped out, they would inevitably put in manpower to search the area. The wolf green dogs that were hybridized on the Japanese island have extremely strong olfactory organs.
And all the personnel involved in the battle were tainted with the strong smell of blood, and it was almost impossible to escape the tracking of the wolf dogs.
Fortunately, the sound of the Nanfang 14 pistol was not as sharp as the 38 rifle, and it was silent after just one shot. I wonder if it could be transmitted to the Japanese garrison one kilometer away.
As for the concession a few hundred meters away, I believe that even if they heard gunshots and screams, they wouldn't pay too much attention at night.
After all, this is a battlefield.
Tang Dao quickly calmed down and immediately ordered Su Huikai, the second squad leader who was with him to surround the fleeing Japanese troops outside the building, and asked him to take Yang Xiaoshan and several others to sneak to 800 meters away to set up a guard post. If any large Japanese troops were observed,
If there were any signs that the troops were coming this way, he would immediately send someone back to report to him.
The remaining few people do not need to return and evacuate directly on the spot. If there is a chance, they will sneak into the concession. Even if they are detained by the concession, I believe that the senior officials in the concession will do their best to rescue them. This is the only thing Tang Dao can do for them.
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Su Huikai waited for the five people to hesitate for a few seconds before giving the order to leave. But looking at their firm eyes as they left, Tang Dao knew that what he just said was probably in vain. The probability of them leaving alone would not be more than a hundred.
Ten out of ten.
Inside the building, Hashimoto Taro's gun fired, but in his panic, he missed the target.
In other words, it was because his opponent was stronger than he expected.
Leng Feng is not as good as the individual king trained by the Chinese army with special methods who have summed up nearly a hundred years of combat experience, and he is not as good as Lei Xiong who has a foundation in national martial arts. However, he has experienced more than ten battles with the combat method of "taking the lead in battle".
Being able to survive until now is not just a matter of luck.
Once he enters a combat state, his neurological reaction is 0.01 second faster than that of an average person. Don't underestimate this 0.01 second, it may save your life at a critical moment.
Therefore, the moment Taro Hashimoto pulled the trigger, Leng Feng instinctively turned his body sideways, and the bullet passed through his chest at high speed, leaving a hole in the uniform on his shoulder.
Leng Feng broke into a cold sweat and his eyes were red. He was not afraid that he would be almost hit by a Japanese officer hiding in the ordinary Japanese army, but, like Tang Dao, he was afraid of what he would do if he alerted the Japanese army one kilometer away.
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The Japanese officer must not be allowed time to fire a second shot. This should be the only thought in Leng Feng's mind at that moment.
The Sanba bayonet held behind his back in his hand was raised with the arm of Leng Feng, who was still leaning sideways. Like a sudden thunderbolt, it pierced Hashimoto Taro's chest with a 'pop' sound.
The severe pain in his chest made Hashimoto Taro subconsciously let go of the pistol and put his hands on his chest. Then he saw the big man rushing toward him with his teeth clenched and his cheeks puffed out with an extremely ferocious expression.
I didn't even hit him, and he stabbed me. Why is he still so angry?
Taro Hashimoto can become the leader of a team, and his brains are obviously more flexible than most of the Japanese soldiers here.
In that flash of lightning, I figured out why Leng Feng was so angry.
Because of his gun, the Chinese have not fired yet. They must be afraid of alerting the rest of the imperial garrison not far from here.
Taro Hashimoto, who had figured this out, felt extremely regretful. If he had not thrown away his gun and fired a few more shots in succession, the Chinese who came to attack them would have been extremely desperate, even if they could really kill his entire baggage squad.
They will certainly not be able to escape the subsequent encirclement and suppression by the main force of infantry.
Unfortunately, he lost his gun and it was too late to regret it, and the enemy had already rushed over.
Taro Hashimoto was so brave that he knew he was going to die. Instead of ignoring the fatal wound on his chest, he roared angrily and withstood Leng Feng's head-on punch. His nosebleeds splattered, and even two front teeth were smashed, but it did not change this character.
The Japanese second lieutenant brazenly stretched out his arms to hug Leng Feng's thick waist with determination.
He believed that as long as he delayed his opponent for two seconds, the Taicang sergeant who was following him would definitely pick up the stone in his hand and hit the Chinese soldier on the head.
In that case, even if they can't avenge the entire team, as long as they can kill this powerful enemy, the Chinese will definitely be heartbroken for a long time!
A very correct tactical choice.
If Leng Feng, the number three figure, was seriously injured, the Chinese infantry company that was killing Japanese troops everywhere would be absolutely heartbroken and unable to breathe.
The moment when a person is on the verge of death, the full potential that bursts out is undoubtedly frightening. Hashimoto Taro's arms are like a pair of large iron pliers, tightly hugging Leng Feng's waist, even if Leng Feng presses his knee.
He lifted the handle of the 38 bayonet and pushed the bayonet deep into the body of the Japanese second lieutenant. The bright tip of the knife poked out nearly ten centimeters from his back. He still vomited blood and refused to let go.
Taro Hashimoto could feel the anger of the Chinese soldier who was beating him crazily, but he could not feel his panic and subconsciously looked to the side.
There, there was his fellow countryman from the same county, who was also his best friend. The reason why he did not enjoy the privilege of being a captain to sleep alone at night was because he and the sergeant reminisced about his hometown together until he fell asleep.
