Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 1443 Lucky Soldier (Part )

The Japanese infantryman was only 21 years old, which is the period when men's physical strength and fitness are at their peak. Especially after rigorous military training and more than a year of battlefield baptism, this Japanese private first class was even more powerful and strong.

Even with bare hands, it should be no problem for him to deal with three or four ordinary adults.

He felt a hand quietly covering his mouth, and the great fear caused adrenaline to surge, bursting out with strength far beyond his usual self.

At that moment, the Japanese infantry didn't ask for much. They just wanted to fight hard. Even if they couldn't break free from the enemy, at least the sound could alert their comrades who were more than ten meters away.

However, the Japanese infantrymen only tensed their muscles due to nerve conduction, and before they could exert any force, a huge force came from their heads, and their entire heads were rotated more than 150 degrees. In the end, all that remained in the Japanese infantrymen's pupils, which suddenly widened, was a deep blue color, except for the backs that they had never seen in their lives.

The spine, through which all the neurons that command the muscles of the entire body must pass, was broken, so the powerful attack that the Japanese infantry had imagined was naturally out of the question.

The pair of big hands supported him and gently half-laid him in the trench. The Japanese infantryman who was still conscious wanted to open his mouth and shout, but found that he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth. Only his little tongue trembled slightly and made a whistling sound.

If this sound had occurred a few minutes ago when everything was silent, it would have been like a wake-up call that would have startled all the Japanese troops on the battlefield. But now, under the cover of the fierce gunfire and explosions, it was like the white foam on the waves of the sea, quickly disappearing into thin air.

The black shadow was obviously accustomed to this kind of killing. He didn't even check whether the prey he had just killed within half a second was really dead. After putting down the still conscious "corpse", he bent down and ran quickly towards the place where the other Japanese soldier was.

Apparently, Sergeant Aoi Ohno, who was still fighting fiercely with three Chinese soldiers on the front line of the Japanese army, never thought that the "crystal" was being stolen.

Aoi Daio is now relying on the larger number of melon grenades he carries to force the Chinese in the trenches to the second-to-last "井"-shaped bend. It won't be long before the Chinese, who have nowhere to retreat, will be forced to withdraw from the trenches.

Then his riflemen and machine gunners above the trench would kill them one by one.

"Boom! Boom!" Two more muffled sounds.

Two flares appeared more than 400 meters above the high ground. Under the bright light of the flares, about 20 dark blue soldiers were running in the bushes with their backs bent.

"Lie down! Avoid the bullets!" When the two squad leaders saw the flares lighting up above their heads, they did not bother to move forward stealthily and immediately shouted a warning.

The soldiers of the two guard squads were obviously veterans who had been through many battles. They rushed forward, lay down, and immediately rolled sideways into the natural shelter on the mountain that they had observed at that moment.

Sure enough, within 3 seconds, on a Japanese high ground hundreds of meters away, two Type 92 machine guns roared and poured a hail of bullets over.

"Boom boom boom!" Several mortar shells also exploded on the Japanese hilltop.

"Yoshi! Chinese people, you are dead!" Aoi Daio's eyes showed joy.

The flank squadron stationed on the high ground finally began to provide them with fire support. Although the crossfire composed of two heavy machine guns and several light machine guns might not be enough to kill all the Chinese who attempted to support them, it was entirely possible to slow down their advance.

As for the Chinese mortars, although they were very powerful, in such a dark night, they had no way of locating the position of the heavy machine guns, so they could only rely on luck.

  Unless they also have enough flares to fire over the high ground, but the question is, do they have them?

The 31st Regiment was indeed not there. If the th Regiment had been here instead, the Japanese position would have been illuminated as bright as day.

And the shells were definitely not the 82-caliber mortars weighing two or three pounds, but perhaps 150-caliber heavy artillery, which would have blown the Japanese army sergeant's ambitions back to the main island.

But at least now, Aoi Daio is full of confidence. It is very likely that he has killed all the Chinese who have invaded the front-line trenches, and the Chinese reinforcements are still at least 200 meters away from the trenches.

The Chinese will pay for their damn madness.

However, before the joy was even in their eyes, a khaki figure covered in blood fell face down in the trench.

Although the young face was covered in blood and dirt, Aoi Nozomi still recognized at a glance that it was Private Matsuoka, the youngest member of the squad, and grief welled up in Aoi Nozomi's eyes.

Although Matsuoka Tsutomu was a new recruit who joined the squad after the Battle of Zaoyi last year, as a high school graduate joining the army, he was humble and polite. He also often helped some illiterate veterans in the squad write letters home, and was very much liked by the veterans.

Matsuoka Tsutomu admired him even more as he was a model sergeant in the battalion and even the regiment. He often brought him water for washing his feet, just to have a chance to ask him how to shoot the enemy at a distance of 300 meters.

The 19-year-old young man from Fukuoka also has a dream. He hopes to be a role model like Aoi Daio, and be promoted to sergeant and become a second lieutenant and first lieutenant in the future. Then he can return to his hometown to marry the girl he likes.

The girl also liked him very much. For him, she was willing to fight against her father who started out as a tofu shop owner and win. However, she had to become an officer in the Imperial Army before she could marry him.

But now, he was dead, killed in a despicable sneak attack by the Chinese, and all his dreams had come to nothing.

The Japanese infantrymen were dead, but the grenades and bullet boxes were still on their bodies. Perhaps it was because the battle was so fierce that they had no time to collect the spoils, or perhaps it was because the calibers of the guns on both sides were different, and the 6.5 caliber Arisaka bullets were useless to them.

"Take off the grenades and bullet boxes from Matsuoka-kun's remains. Also, carry him on your back and use his body to block the Chinese's shooting if necessary." Aoi Daio quickly hid his sadness in his eyes and gave the order calmly and cruelly.

The battlefield is never a place for sadness. The only way to relieve sadness is to kill the enemy! When the battle is fierce, even the remains of one's own officers and soldiers are used as shelter.

On this point, the Chinese and Japanese soldiers were in agreement.

Several Japanese soldiers used corpses and simple sandbags as makeshift fortifications to resist the rain of bullets that could come at any time, and used grenades as a means of attack. They continued to advance in the trenches, gradually compressing the space for Shi Dakuan and the other two.

Soon, they saw the body of another Japanese infantryman shot dead by Pang Zilong at the edge of the trench.

This time, without waiting for Aoi Daio's order, the Japanese troops at the front dragged the bodies crawling on the edge of the trench with their heads lowered into the trench without hesitation.

Aoi Daio instinctively felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

After all, that soft 'hiss' sound had long been drowned out by the fierce gunfire coming from not far away.

Fortunately, there was still the light of flares, which made the Japanese Army sergeant, who instinctively felt something was wrong, look carefully and see a puff of green smoke rising from the chest of the remains of his colleague who was dragged into the trench.

"Baka!" Aoi Daio roared, turned around and knocked down the three Japanese soldiers following him.

With a loud "boom", a thick smoke rose in the trench.

Looking from a distance, under the white light, the smoke that should have been pure black was actually filled with a strong blood color.

The power of two grenades tied together was enough to blow a human body into several pieces. The body that had just died not long ago still had plenty of blood. If the Japanese infantryman who was caught off guard and had no time to dodge was added, the blood that was torn apart by shrapnel and air waves would fill a large basin.

Perhaps, this is how the nickname of "Foot Basin Chicken" came from!

Nothing else, just rely on abundant blood volume.

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"This guy in the trench is awesome! He learned special operations on his own!" Cao Yingchong, who was far away, looked at the cloud of smoke rising into the sky and wanted to give a thumbs up to the friendly soldiers who were still fighting in the trenches.

Others didn't see it, but from his angle he could clearly see that 2 minutes ago, when both sides were still fighting fiercely, a thin figure climbed up the trench while the flare was shining, and stayed next to the Japanese soldier's body for more than ten seconds.

However, the ensuing darkness prevented him from seeing clearly what the soldier had done.

Now it seems that the soldiers used the Japanese soldier's corpse to make their favorite booby trap.

Obviously, although this is a killing skill forced out by the cruel battlefield, in order to eliminate the threat in front of him, Shi Dakuan evolved it on the battlefield.

This is actually in line with the rules of the battlefield. Most of the people who can survive on the battlefield may not be the strongest soldiers, nor those who rely purely on luck. Most of them are people who are good at using their brains.

As Shi Dakuan continued to retreat, he knew that if he continued to fight with six or seven Japanese soldiers like this, the bullets in his submachine gun would be exhausted sooner or later. Once the advantage of continuous firepower was lost, their death would be imminent.

Their only way to survive is to find a way to eliminate more Japanese troops, or at least keep the two sides balanced in terms of military strength, so that they can hold out until reinforcements arrive.

Therefore, Shi Dakuan did not hesitate to use two of the five grenades to hide them on the chest of the Japanese soldier's body on the edge of the trench. Whenever someone moved the body, the grenade string he designed would be pulled.

Shi Dakuan specifically abandoned the first corpse that the Japanese army would inevitably pass by on their way forward, in order to make the Japanese army develop a kind of inertia in their thinking. Now, his goal has basically been achieved.

Two grenades killed one Japanese soldier who was advancing step by step in the trench and seriously injured another.

If it weren't for Aoi Daio's keen battlefield intuition, Shi Dakuan's results might have been even greater. The fragments of the cast iron body from the explosion of the two grenades could have been lethal enough to reach 15 meters away.

"Mr. Aoi, save me!" A bloody Japanese infantryman in the trench shouted weakly.

That was Aoi Daio's fellow villager. Even though Aoi Daio knew that if he was given another three minutes, he could kill several Chinese soldiers dozens of meters away, but facing his fellow villager covered in blood, the Japanese sergeant could not bear to watch him die in front of him from excessive blood loss.

"Set up fortifications in the trenches. Oguri Shun, you two stay here and keep a close eye on those damn Chinese. Don't let them escape. The rest of you follow me and retreat first." Aoi Daio made an extremely wrong decision because of the friendship between his fellow townsmen.

He didn't know that in order to stop the Japanese attack, the two soldiers in the guard squad had just emptied four magazines. The two of them had only 4 bullets in total, and Shi Dakuan only had one magazine left.

If the remaining five of them had been a little more resolute, the three Chinese soldiers would have run out of ammunition and food in two minutes at most.

But Aoi Daio, who was eager to save his fellow villager, missed this opportunity.

Of course, from the perspective of Aoi Daio, who had sufficient superior military strength, he was not wrong. The Chinese reinforcements were still suppressed by their own heavy machine guns several hundred meters away and could not come quickly. He had enough time to rescue his fellow countrymen and then kill the Chinese soldiers who entered the battlefield alone.

If Aoi Taio knew that from the moment he lifted his fellow villager and retreated, he no longer had complete advantage in manpower, and that the only people still able to fight on the entire high ground were him and the four Japanese infantrymen beside him, a total of five people, while the Chinese side had as many as four people, the Japanese Army sergeant might have made a completely different choice.

But there are no ifs in this world.

The Japanese infantrymen pressed the hemostatic packs they carried on their bodies on the wounds for free, temporarily stopping the bleeding from being as violent as before, the color on their faces not as terrible as when they were injured, and their breathing gradually became smoother.

"Aoi, am I going to die? Why do I feel like the sky is getting brighter?" The Japanese corporal, with a fuzzy consciousness, asked his friend.

"That's the light of the flare, not the dawn. Shenmu, you'll be fine. Don't fall asleep. Try to stay awake. I'll kill those Chinese and then send you to the regiment's medical team." Aoi Da Nan, who was relieved, murmured to comfort his fellow countryman. "Wait, I'll be back soon."

Aoi Daio gently leaned his fellow countryman's body against the wall of the trench and kept him sitting. Although that would require more effort and might aggravate the pain, at least he wouldn't fall asleep. With such a serious injury, once someone fell into a coma, they would basically die quickly and would not be able to survive until they reached the regiment's medical team.

Then, under the leadership of Aoi Daio, several Japanese soldiers advanced again and launched the attack. The gunfire that had just stopped became intense again.

If the Japanese sergeant had been more gentle and looked back at this moment, he might have had a chance to see a dark shadow rushing towards this side from the other side of the trench.

After all, no one in this world can really match lightning in speed except lightning.

Seeing that the Chinese had retreated to the last bend, with only a trench of less than 30 meters left for movement, Aoi Daio's eyes flashed with cruelty.

For Matsuoka and Kenichi Kamiki, he decided to let these Chinese people die in the most cruel way. Even if they were killed by grenades or bullets, he would impale their bodies on bayonets as the flag of victory.

"Ah!" A scream came from dozens of meters away, and the shrill howl of extreme pain could even be heard 200 meters away.

That was the sound that only extreme pain would make, like when someone poked an iron bar into the wound again and 'stirred' it.

Aoi Daio and several Japanese soldiers turned around suddenly. It was the voice of Kenichi Kamiki, whose life was temporarily safe after the bleeding was stopped.

There is only one possibility for such miserable howls: there are enemies behind them.

"Follow me!" Aoi Daio made a prompt decision and immediately ran to the rear with two Japanese infantrymen.

It doesn’t matter whether Kenichi Kamiki is dead or alive. What’s important is that they must not be attacked from all sides in this trench.

Soon, a corpse lying on the ground came into the sight of the three Japanese soldiers.

Although he had prepared himself mentally, Aoi Daisao was still heartbroken. Kenichi Kamiki was not just an ordinary fellow villager, but the brother of the girl he liked. Kenichi Kamiki had already promised him that when he returned to his hometown, he would marry his sister to him without asking for a dowry.

But now, it's time to wake up from the dream.

"Mr. Shenmu!" A Japanese soldier carefully turned over the body of his colleague under the supervision of another Japanese soldier.

After the lesson of the Chinese hiding grenades under the remains, this Japanese soldier has obviously grown and improved a lot.

What the Japanese soldier didn't expect was that instead of a grenade, he got a bayonet.

Only this Japanese soldier knew that the body he turned over was not Kenichi Kamiki, but a completely unfamiliar oriental face.

However, before he could speak to warn his two companions, he felt a sudden chill in his heart. Looking down, he saw a black object stuck in his chest. The penetrating power of that thing was so strong that it penetrated more than ten centimeters into the body and went straight into the atrium without seeing the corpse exerting any force.

"Ah!" The Japanese soldiers couldn't help but let out a scream.

Then, the Japanese infantry felt as if they had overcome the earth's gravity and soared into the air.

From the perspective of Aoi Daio and another Japanese soldier, it was clear that their colleague was being lifted up alive.

The two Japanese soldiers reacted extremely quickly. At that moment, they adjusted their guns and aimed to shoot.

However, the attacker actually lifted up his colleague and threw him out, then followed the human body and used the thrown human body as a shield.

Both bullets hit the body that was thrown into the air!

The khaki figure advanced at least six meters in just two seconds and had already approached the Japanese infantryman. The Japanese soldier instinctively stabbed forward with his bayonet, but the figure just flashed and inserted an iron bar into the Japanese soldier's throat and snatched the rifle from his hand.

Aoi Daio is worthy of being a model soldier of the 231st Infantry Regiment. In a split second, he realized that it would be faster for him to use assassination skills than to pull the bolt to load the bullet and shoot.

"Hey!" With a shout, the Japanese sergeant took a few steps forward and rushed forward with both arms.

In the face of life and death crisis, this forward sprint allowed the Japanese Army sergeant to unleash all his potential. He stabbed with the strength of his arms driven by his waist and abdomen. Even if there was a tank here, in Aoi Daio's subconscious mind, he could pierce it with one blow.

Although this was just a feeling, the indomitable momentum alone made this forward sprint reach an extremely high level.

Even a Tang sword would not be able to block the Japanese Army sergeant's ultimate stab that could lead to his death.

  So, he hid!

The cold bayonet brushed past Tang Dao's chest, the tip of the knife even picking up a piece of cloth, just a few centimeters away from piercing.

Then, the Japanese Army sergeant, who had already exerted his strength and speed beyond his expectations, could only watch as the enemy, who had dodged his sword, swung his elbow.

Hit him hard in the face!

The Japanese Army sergeant saw darkness before his eyes and never saw light again.

That was the combined power of two people! The combined force exceeded 500 kilograms.

Not to mention that the human facial bones cannot withstand this huge force, the fragile neck cannot enjoy such a strong "massage".

The so-called elite soldiers can be killed in seconds by Commander Tang!

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PS: My daughter was taking the exam in the examination room, and I was typing in the hotel room. Then I went to pick her up outside the examination room. It was a little hasty and I was still a little distracted. Please forgive me.

(End of this chapter)