Tang Dao was lying in the field 400 meters away from this deserted village, watching this group of 20 Japanese soldiers disappear into the darkness.
Because of the Japanese attack, this is a place where the Japanese army must pass through. The villagers have already packed up and been forced to leave their homes. They either hid in the countryside further on both sides or fled towards Guangde and Wuhu. Most of the people living in the village
There may be only chickens, ducks and mice left that are too late to collect.
This place is about five kilometers away from the front line. The Japanese army could reach here and avoid the right-wing defense line. Obviously, they had to detour at least 17 or 18 kilometers. After running all night and marching during the day, their physical fitness should have been exhausted to the extreme.
.
If you let them repair here for two hours and then clean them up, I don't know what kind of price they will pay.
Tang Dao, who was wearing a camouflage coat woven from withered grass, watched coldly through the telescope as the blurry figure of the Japanese army completely disappeared into the village in the dim light of dawn, and then whistled softly to his side.
A pile of weeds slowly squirmed this way, until two minutes later, Xia Dayu's nervous face appeared from behind the weeds, "Sir, should we go and inform the Second Company Commander now, let me go, I can run faster than Erya
Brother, hurry up."
Just by looking at Xia Dayu's cautious attitude after hearing Tang Dao's whistle, one can tell that he is now much better than the reckless youth that was characteristic of him before. Tang Dao is obviously very satisfied with the growth of this little communication soldier who has always been by his side.
"No matter how fast you run, how can the Japanese catch their breath faster?" Tang Dao shook his head. "If I guessed correctly, the Japanese will not stay in this village for a long time. The target of the village is too obvious. They will repair until dawn at most.
Then they will leave. By the time you call Li Jijin and the others, they will probably have run away."
"What should we do?" Xia Dayu's face was filled with anxiety.
20 Japanese soldiers are not too many, but they are also quite a lot. With just three of them, or to be precise with just one Tang Dao, they would definitely not be able to defeat them. But if they were to watch them leave like this, it would be an absolute disaster for Xia Dayu.
Unwillingly.
His Uncle Crow was besieged by such a small group of Japanese soldiers. In the end, in order to protect him, he had to jump off the pagoda, which he could have held on to for a little longer. Originally, both of them could survive if they only needed to hold on for five more minutes.
For Xia Dayu, he had dreamed of the scene where Uncle Crow was shattered to pieces for countless nights. When he woke up, his face would be full of tears. How could he be willing to just watch the Japanese leave in such a grand manner?
"What should I do? Kill them? If I don't kill them, it's impossible to hit them!" Tang Dao grinned, showing his white teeth.
"Sir, before we left, Deputy Battalion Commander Guo, Chief of Staff Zhuang, and the company commanders all said that you can fight the Japanese, but you can't do the same thing as before." Erya, who had also crept over quietly from the other side, suddenly
Anxious.
"Are you listening to them or me?" Tang Dao's face darkened. "You can't use less against many. Didn't we use less against many that time? According to what they said, we were still playing ball! Since
Just wash your neck and wait for the Japanese to come and kill you."
"But, you agreed at that time." Erya was unable to refute what Tang Dao said, but she always felt that something was wrong, so she could only make the final resistance.
"At this time, the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly. You two, follow my command in all actions." Tang Dao set the tone with a straight face.
When Tang Dao said this, the two communication soldiers Erya and Xia Dayu naturally had no room for resistance and could only nod.
"Two of you, one on each side, guard the east and west of the village. No matter what kind of movement there is in the village, you don't have to worry about it. But if someone wants to escape from the direction you are guarding, shoot with a shell gun immediately. You don't need to be more accurate to kill the Japanese.
Just retreat, everyone, please protect yourself." Tang Dao picked up his bayonet, drew a simple map on the ground, and arranged the fighting positions for the two communication soldiers.
The two of them nodded, a wave of nervousness appearing on their faces involuntarily.
Although both of them have participated in many battles, there are basically people by their side. It is the first time for both of them to face the Japanese army who may attack them alone. They are not nervous at all.
That is impossible.
"You two don't need to be too nervous. The situation I'm talking about is only if, with the Japanese's stubborn personality, if they know that there is only one enemy, the possibility of them escaping is very small." Tang Dao felt the tension of the two and smiled lightly.
"Besides, Gu Xishui and Niu Er are only 1.5 kilometers away. If they hear the gunshots here, they will arrive within five minutes to provide support."
"Yes!" Erya and Xia Dayu both nodded slightly, indicating that they would stick to their fighting positions.
"Okay, let's go our separate ways!" Tang Dao waved his hand, stood up, and prepared to set off.
"Sir"
Tang Dao turned his head and looked behind him, seeing Erya's sparkling eyes.
"The Tantai reporter is still waiting for you at the station, please be careful." Erya's voice was very soft.
"I know!" Tang Dao smiled slightly, turned his back, ducked down, trotted all the way, and disappeared into the increasingly faint night.
As a communications soldier, he is good at everything and is very organized in his work. He carries all the information Tang Dao needs with him and never misses anything. Even Tang Dao's life is managed in an orderly manner, allowing him to devote himself to fighting, but it is a bit
Too emotional.
With a personality like Gu/span>, it is not suitable to be the chief officer of a front-line combat unit in the future. It is still possible to be an instructor responsible for ideological aspects or the chief officer of a technical department.
On the contrary, Xia Dayu, despite his young age, has shown enough potential for fighting.
Tang Dao didn't teach him deliberately. He could also imitate Tang Dao and make a camouflage suit himself. If he didn't get closer than five meters, it would be impossible to find the human body hidden in the withered grass.
Even after hearing Tang Dao's instructions, he moved cautiously. Even if the Japanese troops were staring here, they would not find any clues.
Perhaps even Tang Dao himself didn't realize that when he began to consider the future development of the people around him, he was no longer the special commander with only a dozen people at most in the future. He had completely integrated into this world.
era and his current role as an Army colonel.
Tang Dao is not a saint, nor does he want to be one. If he doesn't even consider the future of his brothers who have followed him through life and death, he will treat whoever he loves as a saint.
In the final analysis, Tang Dao is just a warrior with sufficient battlefield experience and an ordinary person with strong national sentiments.
But isn’t this world made up of ordinary people? Just like those digital characters who were wiped out in the war. They died and were forgotten, but will they regret it?
No one knows! But there is no doubt that when they choose to die, ordinary people like them are great.
Tang Dao, choose to be a part of such ordinary people.
Therefore, even though he knew that there were 20 Japanese soldiers in the village and it would be extremely difficult for him to deal with them alone, he still did it.
If he doesn't do this, one of his brothers will die.
Assassinating Japanese soldiers hiding in villages is much easier than chasing them in the wilderness...
Private Rokuro Kuroki was very sad at the moment.
One day ago, he had learned that three fellow villagers from the same village who had joined the army at the same time as him had died in the war. There were a total of four people in the entire mountain village who had joined the army, and now he was the only one left.
From then on, no one would drink sake with him and argue with a blushing face about who is the most beautiful woman in the village. No one would sing with him and recall the petals of the cherry blossom tree at the entrance of the village falling in spring.
Beautiful.
When he boards the ship and goes home, he will have three small wooden boxes hanging on his chest! Then how should he face those three mothers! Every time he thinks of this, Kuroki Rokuro's heart almost breaks
Already.
Therefore, when he learned that he was transferred to be a member of the reconnaissance team, Taro Kuroki was not afraid at all. For him, who was deeply sad, death was actually not that terrible.
The terrible thing is the loneliness after losing the hometown.
Entering this ordinary small Chinese village where a house-to-house search did not find a single living person, although it was necessary to maintain a stealth state and could not light a warm bonfire to dispel the cold winter night, Lieutenant Miyamoto, who led the team, still thoughtfully arranged for people to be there
The Chinese lit a fire in the simple kitchen and heated up the cold rice balls for 20 people, giving everyone a warm breakfast.
After all, it is still before the dawn of Buddha, and the thin smoke is emitted through the chimney, and no one will notice it.
Taro Kuroki was the one responsible for lighting the fire and cooking. The others either set up defenses according to the terrain of the village or took the time to rest. They had to leave the village before daybreak.
Taro Kuroki mechanically added firewood to the stove, his mind still immersed in sadness.
Until the sound of "gurgling" sounded, reminding Private Taro Kuroki, who was a little blinded by the smoke, that the water had been boiled.
"Murakami-kun!" Taro Kuroki turned around to greet his fellow privates who were leaning at the door.
"Huh?" Toshiki Murakami answered him in a low voice, and his face actually looked a little ferocious in the thin smoke.
In Taro Kuroki's opinion, his eyes were indeed a little too wide.
