Chapter 302 Dont mess with me, I will splash blood on your face
Zhao Daqiang is not angry that a tough guy who used to be strong suddenly turned soft.
Instead, get angry at your own judgment.
Zhao Daqiang can even understand that the tough guy was not defeated by the bullets of the Japanese army, but was defeated by the power of poison gas bombs.
Although he didn't know what kind of damage poison gas bombs would cause to the human body, he heard Tang Dao talk about the power of poison gas bombs from Liu Yuqing's side. Even if the gas bombs didn't kill you on the spot because of the small intake, they could still kill you on the spot.
It can cause permanent fibrosis of internal organs, and those who survive will suffer from the sequelae caused by the poisonous gas for a long time, and eventually die of endless torture.
Just thinking about that thing that can turn your heart, liver, and lungs into rotten wood is enough to make people feel cold all over, not to mention the inhuman pain that the people inside will endure due to the poisoning.
He could understand that the soldier turned into a softie and chose to surrender because of this terrible chemical weapon, but he asked the division commander to send troops to save the softie.
Others don’t know Liu Yuqing, but how could the guard squad leader who has been with him for almost five years not? Zhao Daqiang believes that he will definitely send someone to rescue him.
It’s just that if he spends dozens or even hundreds of lives to save a weakling, how can he explain it to his master and those who risked their lives to come here?
Can't explain it.
At that moment, the guard squad leader, who was almost angry at his own wrong judgment, had quietly picked up the 38-meter cover and wanted to kill the bastard.
It was not because he was weak in the end, but because he was able to save the soldiers who were about to leave the city. For this reason, he was even willing to lose his own life in this neighborhood.
Zhao Daqiang knew that when he fired his shot, the Japanese soldiers closest to him, who were only 20 meters away, would chase him wildly. No matter how strong he was, he would not be a match for dozens of Japanese soldiers.
It’s just that he will still choose to do this.
Everyone has to pay for their own wrong choices. On the battlefield, there is nothing but one life.
Zhao Daqiang's sight locked on the head of the man who was already standing on the eaves with his back to the pagoda.
With his shooting skills, let alone just a few dozen meters, even if the distance was four or five times further, he could still hit that young face to pieces with one shot.
It’s just that he didn’t pull the trigger after all.
It was not because Zhao Daqiang was afraid of death, but because he found that he seemed to have missed something.
Master once taught him: sometimes, what you see may not necessarily be true. If you want to know the truth, calm down for a while and wait, you may find something else.
That is not only the experience of a lieutenant general in the army for decades, but also the life wisdom of a middle-aged man who has gone through many trials and hardships.
Zhao Daqiang took out the telescope he borrowed from the security regiment before leaving. The four-fold telescope was clear enough to show the face of the young security regiment second lieutenant who was blackened by gunpowder smoke before his eyes.
The thick color of gunpowder smoke on his face proved that he had just tried his best at the top of the tower. Two to three hundred rounds of bullets were fired from three different guns in a short period of time. It is not a small burden to put on the elite infantry, not to mention
He is a militia officer whose training is absolutely insufficient.
But apart from those, the most terrifying blisters on his face, which were as big as eggs, were the most disturbing. Zhao Daqiang knew that these were signs that the poisonous gas had entered his body. The muscles on his face, which were trying to remain calm, were twitching slightly.
It proved that he was enduring tremendous physical pain.
A surrendered soldier and a coward, is it necessary to maintain this kind of calm?
There is no need. He can rush into the pagoda now, rush out of the upper level of the pagoda that is still filled with poisonous gas, and ask the Japanese army to help him wash his body with clean water to reduce the pain.
Zhao Daqiang also believes that the Japanese who choose to capture a living surrendered soldier will do so and even provide certain medical treatment, if the Japanese here are not so short-sighted.
The Japanese commander who ordered to stop shooting and accept surrender has shown enough foresight.
Zhao Daqiang, who discovered the clues, chose to continue observing until he saw the eyes of the second lieutenant of the security regiment.
He knew what he had missed, and it was not the teacher's teachings to him.
The eyes of the second lieutenant of the security regiment.
Eyes are the windows to the human soul, and most of the various emotions swirling in the heart will be refracted through the eyes.
Even a wild beast will have a fierce light in its eyes before it hurts someone.
If the second lieutenant wanted to survive, the fear that occupied his heart at this time would be overwhelming, because he did not know how his future fate would be arranged by the Japanese.
Just like when humans are afraid of death, what is behind death? No one has the answer.
The biggest fear of human beings actually comes from the unknown.
However, the man's eyes at this moment were too calm.
There is only one kind of person whose eyes can remain so calm at such a time.
A person who doesn’t care much about the unknown fate.
Even Zhao Daqiang, whose heart suddenly trembled, saw a trace of joy in his extremely calm eyes.
That was when he watched the two Japanese soldiers and the timid translator walking towards the foot of the tower to prepare for surrender.
Why is he happy? Is it because he can finally leave this poisonous pagoda?
Then, Zhao Daqiang's thinking paused here. The guard squad leader crouched in the ruins was like a sculpture, solidified!
He couldn't hear a word of what the Japanese were yelling in the distance, because all his mind was occupied by the target he had planned to kill to make up for his mistake.
Xiao Cunxiong, who had walked to the area 30 meters in front of the pagoda, raised his head and looked at the man who was still standing tall on the pagoda. Looking at his calm and upright body, his heart palpitated for no reason.
That was an iron-blooded soldier who could withstand dozens of his own people on his own. Was he really so defeated by the poisonous gas that all his fighting spirit was destroyed?
Wait a minute, why is there smoke coming from behind him? The poison gas hasn't been used for a while, so why is it still so active?
“Everyone should stop approaching, let the Chinese walk down the pagoda by themselves, take off their military uniforms and inspect them before surrendering!” Komura Xiongyi couldn’t help but stop and shouted loudly.
At the same time, trusting his instincts, the Japanese sergeant hid behind a broken wall.
Japanese veterans are cautious enough.
Out of the excitement of being able to capture a Chinese prisoner with their own hands, two grenadier soldiers and two Japanese infantrymen took advantage of their protective clothing and were not afraid of the large amount of sinking poison gas, and strode towards the foot of the pagoda.
There is a Chinese saying: If you take too big a step, you will easily pull off the egg.
But at this time, I’m afraid it’s not as simple as breaking the egg.
“That bitch down there, does he know what I will say to someone if I get them into trouble?” the crow yelled at the translator who was already very close.
The translator raised his head knowingly, probably because he is used to the Chinese people calling him this. Doggy is almost synonymous with him.
“Don’t mess with me, my life is cheap. If you mess with me, you will get blood on your face.” A strange smile appeared on the crow’s face.
Translate for a moment.
Whoever can say this is just a green-skinned gangster?
Then, the translator who raised his head blankly saw that the man who had been chatting calmly with him just now jumped up.
Without hesitation, like a sharp arrow hurtling down, it hit him and several Japanese soldiers resolutely.
Yes, in Zhao Daqiang's almost frozen pupils, the soldier wearing the black uniform of a second lieutenant of the security regiment was like an arrow, shooting towards the ground from an altitude of more than 20 meters.
Unprecedented determination.
The Japanese troops who were marching forward were shocked!
All Japanese troops in the distance were stunned!
The Chinese soldiers lying in the ruins stood motionless!
Everyone in the audience was stunned.
No one knows, and no one will know anymore, why this man who was an arrow adopted such a decisive way to say goodbye to the world.
If Zhao Daqiang was given the choice, even if he was poisoned, he would continue to fight against the Japanese invaders based on the pagoda, and would not fire the grenade until the moment he died.
He would not leave his life to the Japanese, not even his body.
However, the crow chose such an incomprehensible way, turning itself into an arrow and shooting at the Japanese under the pagoda.
Zhao Daqiang may not have understood his approach until the moment before he was about to hit the ground, the four grenades inserted in his waist exploded, and his body was instantly wiped out.
This may not be the most powerful arrow in the world, but it is definitely the most brutal.
He used explosives as a bow and his own flesh and blood and bones as arrows.
The sky is filled with blood!
It's just that it is a rain of blood that actively walks into death and brings death.
Several Japanese soldiers and translators who were still seven or eight meters away from him were injured one after another by the arrows of a warrior who was caught off guard and used flesh and blood as arrows.
The protective suit that can block the poisonous gas was hit with small holes by the fragments of flesh and bone caused by the kinetic energy of the explosives.
Perhaps because of the distance, although they could not be killed, the cries of several Japanese soldiers could pierce the sky.
Zhao Daqiang couldn’t understand what they were shouting, but he knew why they were so afraid.
Because there, the poisonous gas is being soaked by the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River and flowing downwards.
Within a radius of twenty meters centered on the pagoda is the restricted area of life.
The blood rain splashed by the explosion was scattered in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
At the moment when the blood rain splattered, the Japanese troops dozens of meters away all made tactical evasive maneuvers. Even Komura Xiongyi, who had already hidden his figure, unconsciously touched his face.
It was as if the blood of Chinese people had passed through the void of tens of meters and splashed on his face.
The crow, just as he said, used his blood to smack the faces of all the Japanese present.
The most ordinary militia officer, a person that even the regular army would not want, on this rainy noon, as a carrier, turned into the most brilliant fireworks outside Songjiang City.
Behind the telescope, a teardrop rolled down, leaving a clear tear trail on the dirty, almost frozen face...
PS: Brothers, another 3,000-word chapter has been delivered. I hope some book friends will not be disappointed. Crow Fengyue used a lot of pen and ink. He represents thousands of little people who participated in the war and joined in for various reasons.
The most ordinary group of people in the war, but they have fought bravely for this country and sacrificed their lives. This is what Feng Yue wants to express.
Fengyue also wants to use this to tell book friends that the main reason why that great war could last until the end was sacrifice.
Millions of sacrifices were made in exchange for victory. It is cruel, but it is the truth.
Thank you for liking Feng Yue’s story, really, thank you very much!
