Chapter 1443 Lucky Soldier (Part 2)
The Japanese infantryman was only 21 years old, which was the peak period of a man's physical strength. Especially after rigorous military training and more than a year of battlefield baptism, this Japanese private was even more powerful.
Even with bare hands, it was probably no problem to deal with three or four ordinary adults.
Feeling a hand quietly covering his mouth, adrenaline was rapidly secreted under great fear, and he burst out with far more strength than usual.
At that moment, the Japanese infantryman didn't ask for much, just a strong blow, even if he couldn't get rid of the enemy's restraints, he could use the sound to alert his companions more than ten meters away.
However, the Japanese infantryman only had nerve conduction to make his muscles tense and bulge, and before he had time to exert force, a huge force came from his head, and the whole head was rotated more than 150 degrees. In the end, what remained in the Japanese infantryman's pupils, which suddenly widened, was a deep blue, except for the back he had never seen in his life.
The spine, through which the neurons that command the muscles of the whole body must pass, was broken, so the Japanese infantry's imagined powerful attack was naturally out of the question.
The big hands supported him and he lay half-way in the trench. The conscious Japanese infantry wanted to open his mouth and shout, but he found that he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth. Only the trembling tongue made a whirring sound.
If everything was quiet a few minutes ago, this sound would be like a morning bell that would startle the Japanese soldiers on the entire position, but now, under the cover of fierce gunfire and explosions, it was like white foam on the waves of the sea, and it quickly disappeared.
The black shadow was obviously accustomed to this kind of killing. He didn't even check whether the prey he had just hunted in half a second was really dead. After stabilizing the conscious "corpse", he bent over and rushed to the place where another Japanese soldier was.
Obviously, Sergeant Aoi Dainan, 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.
Now, relying on the larger number of melon grenades he carried, Aoi Tainan was forcing the Chinese in the trenches to the penultimate "well"-shaped bend. It would not take long for the Chinese who had nowhere to retreat to retreat to have to withdraw from the trenches.
Then his riflemen and machine gunners above the trenches would kill them one by one.
"Boom! Boom!" There were two more muffled sounds.
Two flares appeared more than 400 meters above the high ground in front of them. Under the bright light of the flares, about 20 dark blues were running in the bushes with their backs bent.
"Lie down! Avoid the bullets!" The two squad leaders saw that the flares were actually lit up in the area above their heads, and they did not care about lurking and advancing, and immediately shouted a reminder.
The soldiers of the two guard squads were obviously veterans who had been through many battles. They rushed forward and lay down, and immediately rolled sideways into the natural bunkers 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 sprayed a rain of bullets over.
"Boom boom boom!" Several mortar shells also exploded on the hilltop of the Japanese army.
"Yoshi! Chinese, you are dead!" Aoi Da'nan showed joy in his eyes.
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 may not be enough to kill all the Chinese who attempted to support them, it is entirely possible to slow down their advance.
As for the Chinese mortars, although they are fierce, in such a dark night, they can't locate the position of the heavy machine guns at all, and can only rely on luck.
Unless they can also have a sufficient number of flares to hit the sky above the high ground, but the question is, do they have it?
The 31st Regiment did not have it. If it was replaced by the 4th Regiment, it would have illuminated the Japanese position as day.
And the shells were definitely not 82-caliber mortars weighing two or three pounds. Perhaps they were 150-caliber heavy artillery, which would have blown the Japanese Army Sergeant's ambition back to the main island.
But at least now, Aoi 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 who came to help are still at least 200 meters away from the trenches.
The Chinese must pay the price for their damn madness.
However, with the joy still in his eyes, a bloody khaki figure fell on his back in the trench.
Although the young face was covered with blood and mud, Aoi still recognized it at a glance. It was the youngest private in the squad, Matsuoka Tsu, and grief welled up in Aoi's eyes.
Although Matsuoka Tsu was a new recruit who joined the squad after the Battle of Zaoyi last year, as a high school graduate who joined the army, he was humble and polite, and often helped some illiterate veterans in the squad to write letters home, which was very popular with the veterans.
Matsuoka Tsutomu admired him, a model sergeant in the battalion and even the regiment, and often brought him foot washing water, just to have the opportunity to ask him how to shoot the enemy at a distance of 300 meters.
The 19-year-old young man from Fukuoka also had a dream. He hoped to be a model soldier like Aoi Daio, and to be promoted to sergeant and become a second lieutenant and a first lieutenant in the future, and then he could return to his hometown to marry the girl he liked.
The girl also liked him very much. For him, she would rather fight against her father who started out as a tofu shop and win, but she had to become an officer of the Imperial Army before she could marry him.
But now, he is dead, killed by the despicable sneak attack of the Chinese, and all his dreams have become a bubble.
The Japanese infantrymen died, but the grenades and bullet boxes on their bodies were still there. Perhaps it was because the battle was fierce that they had no time to collect the spoils, or perhaps the calibers of the guns on both sides were different, and the 5-caliber Arisaka bullets were useless to them.
"Take off the grenades and bullet boxes on the remains of Mr. Matsuoka. In addition, carry him on your back and use his body to block the Chinese shooting when necessary." Aoi Da Nan quickly hid his sadness in his eyes and gave a calm and cold order.
The battlefield has never been a place for sadness. The only way to relieve sadness is to kill the enemy! When the battle was fierce, even if the remains of their own officers and soldiers were used as shelters, there were some.
On this point, the Chinese and Japanese soldiers remained consistent.
Several Japanese soldiers used this kind of temporary fortifications with corpses and simple sandbags to resist the rain of bullets that might be sprinkled at any time, and used grenades as a means of attack, constantly advancing in the trenches, and gradually compressing the space of Shi Dakuan and the other two.
Soon, they saw the body of another Japanese infantryman shot by Pang Zilong at the edge of the trench.
This time, without waiting for Aoi Dainan's order, the Japanese soldiers in front dragged the bodies that were crawling on the edge of the trench with their heads lowered in the trench into the trench without hesitation.
Aoi Dainan instinctively felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
After all, the light sound of "hiss~~" had long been drowned out by the fierce gunfire coming from not far away.
But fortunately, there was still the light of the flare, 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 colleagues who were pulled into the trench.
"Baga!" Aoi Dainan roared, turned around and knocked down the three Japanese soldiers behind him.
"Bang!" With a loud bang, 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 thick blood color.
The power of two grenades tied together is enough to blow a human body into several pieces. The body that just died not long ago is still full of blood. If you add the Japanese infantry who was caught off guard and had no time to dodge, the blood spilled by the human body torn by shrapnel and air waves can be filled with a large foot basin.
Perhaps, this is how the nickname of Foot Basin Chicken came from!
Nothing else, just rely on the rich blood volume.
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"This kid in the trench is good! He is self-taught in special operations!" Cao Yingchong, who was far away, looked at the smoke rising into the sky and wanted to give a thumbs up to the friendly soldiers who were still fighting in the trench.
Others didn't see it, but from his angle, he could clearly see that 2 minutes ago, when both sides were still fighting fiercely, taking advantage of the light of the flare, a thin body climbed up the trench and stayed next to the Japanese corpse for more than ten seconds.
However, the darkness that followed made it difficult for him to see what the soldier had done.
Now it seems that the soldier used the corpse of the Japanese soldier to make the booby trap that they usually like to make.
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 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 are they the ones who rely purely on luck. More people are good at using their brains.
In the process of continuous retreat, Shi Dakuan knew that if he kept pulling with six or seven Japanese soldiers like this, the bullets of the submachine gun would be empty sooner or later. Once the advantage of continuous firepower was lost, their death would come.
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Their only way to survive was to find a way to get rid of more Japanese soldiers, at least to keep the two sides balanced in terms of manpower, so that they could hold on until the arrival of reinforcements.
Therefore, Shi Dakuan spent two of the five grenades hidden on the chest of the Japanese corpse on the edge of the trench. Whenever someone moved the corpse, the grenade string he designed would be pulled.
Shi Dakuan specifically gave up the first corpse that the Japanese army would inevitably pass by on their way forward, just to make the Japanese army have a kind of inertia of thinking.
Now, his goal has basically been achieved.
The two grenades killed one Japanese soldier who was advancing step by step in the trench and seriously injured one.
If it weren't for Aoi Da's keen battlefield intuition, Shi Dakuan's results might be even greater. The lethality of the cast iron fragments of the two grenades can even reach 15 meters away.
"Aoi-kun, save me!" A bloody Japanese infantry wounded soldier in the trench shouted weakly.
That was Aoi Dainan's fellow countryman. Even though Aoi Dainan knew that if he was given another three minutes, he could kill several Chinese soldiers dozens of meters away, facing his fellow countryman covered in blood, the Japanese sergeant could not bear to watch him die in front of him because of excessive blood loss.
"Set up fortifications in the trenches. Oguri Shun, you two stay here and keep a close eye on the damned Chinese. Don't let them escape. The rest of you follow me to retreat first." Aoi Dainan made an extremely wrong decision because of the friendship of fellow countrymen.
He didn't know that in order to stop the offensive of the Japanese army, the two guards had just emptied four magazines, and the two of them had only 20 bullets together, and Ishi Dakuan only had the last magazine left.
As long as the remaining five of them were a little more resolute, the three Chinese soldiers would run out of ammunition and food in two minutes at most.
But Aoi Dainan, who was eager to treat his fellow countryman, missed this opportunity.
Of course, from the perspective of Aoi, who has sufficient superior strength, he is not wrong. The Chinese reinforcements are still a few hundred meters away and are suppressed by their own heavy machine guns and cannot come quickly. He has enough time. After rescuing the fellow villagers, kill the few Chinese soldiers who entered the battlefield alone.
If Aoi Daio knew that from the moment he lifted up his compatriots and retreated, he no longer had a complete advantage in military strength. The only ones who could still fight on the entire highland were him and the people around him. There are 4 Japanese infantrymen in total, but there are 4 Chinese infantrymen. The Japanese army sergeant may make a completely different choice.
But, there is never if in this world.
The hemostatic bag carried by the Japanese infantry soldier was pressed on the wounded soldier's wound for free, temporarily causing the blood flow of the Japanese infantry to not be as violent as before, the color on the face was not as terrible as when he was injured, and the breathing gradually became slower. Smoother.
"Aoi, am I going to die? Why do I feel like the sky is getting brighter?" The Japanese superior soldier, who was somewhat confused, asked his friend.
"That's the light of a flare, it's not dawn. Shenmu, you'll be fine. Don't fall asleep. Try your best to stay awake. I'll kill those Chinese before sending you to the joint medical team." Relaxed. After taking a breath, Aoi murmured to comfort his friend from the same hometown. "Just wait, I'll be back soon."
Aoi gently leaned his fellow countryman's body against the trench wall, keeping him in a sitting position. Although it would take some effort and the pain might get worse, at least it would not make him fall asleep. With such a serious injury, once he enters a coma, he will basically be Xanadu quickly fell into death and could not reach the united medical team.
Then, under the leadership of Aoi, several Japanese soldiers advanced again and threw themselves into the attack. The gunfire that had just stopped became fierce again.
If the Japanese sergeant had turned around a little more tenderly, he might have had a chance to see a black shadow coming from the other side of the trench.
After all, except for lightning, no one in this world is really as fast as lightning.
Seeing that the Chinese had retreated to the last corner, with only the last stretch of trench less than 30 meters left for movement, Aoi's eyes flashed with cruelty.
For Matsuoka Jin and Kamiki Kenichi, he decided to let these Chinese suffer the most cruel death. Even if they had been killed by grenades and bullets, he would stick their bodies on the bayonets and treat them as such. Victory flag.
A scream of "Ah!" came from dozens of meters away, and the scream of extreme pain even reached 200 meters away.
It was a sound that would only be made when the pain was extreme, such as someone poking an iron bar into the original wound again and 'stirring' it.
Aoi Dao and several Japanese soldiers turned around suddenly. It was the voice of Kenichi Kamiki who had just stopped bleeding and had a short-term life.
There was only one possibility for them to howl like this. There was an enemy behind them.
"Follow me!" Aoi made a decisive decision and immediately rushed to the rear with two Japanese infantrymen.
It is no longer important whether Kamiki Kenichi is alive or dead. What is important is that they must not be attacked from both sides in this trench.
Soon, a prostrate corpse came into view of the three Japanese soldiers.
Although he was fully prepared in his heart, Aoi was still heartbroken. Kenichi Kamiki was not an ordinary fellow countryman, but his brother who liked women. Kenichi Kamiki had promised him that he would marry his sister when he returned to his hometown. Give it to him without any gift.
But now, it’s time to wake up from the dream.
"Shenmu-kun!" A Japanese soldier carefully opened the body of his colleague under the watchful eye of another Japanese soldier.
After the lesson that the Chinese hid 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 spur.
Only this Japanese soldier knew that the corpse he opened was not Kenichi Kamiki, but a completely unfamiliar oriental face.
However, before he could utter a word to warn his two companions, he felt a sudden chill in his heart. Looking down, he saw a black thing stuck in his chest. The penetrating power of that thing was so strong. Not seeing how the corpse exerted its force, it penetrated more than ten centimeters into the body and went straight into the heart.
"Ah!" The Japanese soldiers howled involuntarily.
Then, the Japanese infantry felt as if they had overcome the gravity of the earth and soared into the sky.
But from the perspective of Aoi Dao and another Japanese soldier, it was clear that his colleagues were actually lifted up.
The reaction of the two Japanese soldiers was extremely fast. At that moment, they all aimed and fired.
However, after the attacker lifted up his colleague and threw it, he followed the human body and used the thrown human body as a shield.
Both bullets hit the thrown human body!
The khaki figure that advanced at least six meters in just two seconds had already approached the Japanese infantryman. The Japanese instinctively stabbed forward with his bayonet, but the figure only flashed and inserted an iron bar into the Japanese soldier. throat and grabbed the rifle from his hand.
Aoi was worthy of being the pacesetter of the 231st Infantry Regiment. In a flash of lightning, he knew that waiting for him to pull the bolt of the gun, load the bullet and then shoot would be faster than using assassination techniques.
"Hey!" A shout broke out from his mouth, and the Japanese sergeant took a few steps forward, using both arms to make a fierce forward sprint.
Under the life-and-death crisis, this sprint forward really made the Japanese Army Sergeant burst out all his potential. The knife stabbed out with the power of his arms driven by his waist and abdomen, even if there was a tank here, in Aoi Dainan's subconscious, he could pierce it with one knife.
Although this is just a feeling, just based on this unstoppable momentum, this sprint forward reached an extremely high level.
Even if it was a Tang sword, it would not block the Japanese Army Sergeant's peak stab with the enemy.
So, he dodged!
The cold bayonet passed by Tang Dao's chest, and the tip of the knife even picked up a piece of cloth, just a few centimeters away from stabbing.
Then, the Japanese Army Sergeant, who had already exerted his strength and speed beyond the level, could only watch the enemy who dodged his knife swing his elbow.
Hit him hard in the face!
The Japanese Army Sergeant's eyes were dark, and he never saw the light again.
That was the combination of the 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 powerful "massage".
The so-called elite soldiers are just killed in seconds by Tang Tuanzuo!
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PS: My daughter is taking the exam in the examination room. I was typing in the hotel room and then went to pick her up outside the examination room. It was a bit hasty and I was still a little confused. Please forgive me.