Chapter 158 Killing One Thousand Enemies and Losing Eight Hundred of Your Own

"Lieutenant Colonel Xie, if all the soldiers under your command are so brave, I think my advice yesterday was wrong."

The old Brigadier General of the British Empire looked terrified and sighed to Xie Jinyuan, who had been looking at the telescope beside him.

"General Smallett, if all the soldiers under my command are so sharp, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to give me advice." The lieutenant colonel's face did not change at all, and he answered without any fireworks.

Will we still chat? The old man was choked and rolled his eyes.

The lieutenant colonel's answer was very tough, but it was tough enough to have enough confidence. Not only was he fighting the Japanese army for four days and four nights, but also the tough counterattack of the Tang Daos on the battlefield.

Tang Dao, Lei Xiong and Leng Feng proved with facts why they were the spearheads, not because of how high or strong their military strength was, but because they explained what a commander is.

The Japanese army was reckless. Their fighting method was that if all squad leaders died, the squadron leader would take over, if all squad leaders died, the battalion leader would take over, and if all battalion leaders died, it would be the turn of the regiment leader. It sounded very heroic.

But in Tang Dao's case, if the battalion commander died, the company commander would take over, if the company commander died, the platoon leader would take over, and if the platoon leader died, the squad leader would take over.

So, when he saw Tang Dao leading the troops, the Army Lieutenant Colonel's eyebrows were like knives, and his waist was as straight as ever.

He firmly believed that he would win this battle!

"Good, very good! I am looking forward to such Chinese soldiers to see what kind of miracles they can create." The stubborn temper of the brigadier general of the British Empire, who stubbornly raised his goatee, probably came up.

He immediately turned his eyes back to the battlefield.

During this conversation, the battlefield situation changed again.

Tang Dao had sent the Japanese infantry who had wholeheartedly seized the gun to see his Amaterasu.

Or rather, it was not Tang Dao who did it himself.

In fact, the two Japanese soldiers who rushed from behind him wanted to stab him to death with one shot.

Tang Dao only used a similar action to Tiebanqiao to fall backwards on his back. The two rifles that suddenly stabbed into the air had no time to be retracted, and stabbed directly into the Japanese soldiers who were still red-faced and necked and trying to pull out their guns.

The Japanese infantrymen looked at their two equally confused companions in disbelief with their eyes suddenly bulging.

You, are the Chinese insiders! The Japanese soldiers who stared at their companions in disbelief should have thought like this.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

When the brigadier general of the sun never sets took the initiative to end the chat and looked at the battlefield, he happened to see this scene.

The Chinese soldier's feet did not leave the original place at all, and he folded himself in half completely by relying on his terrible waist strength. He could not retract the bayonet that stabbed at high speed, and stabbed his own people through.

It was like a large piece of barbecued meat on a barbecue iron skewer.

The Japanese soldiers who accidentally injured their companions had no time to apologize to their companions. They just wanted to quickly pull out their bayonets. The terrible enemy was still beside them.

But it was too late.

The Tang Dao, which had almost folded horizontally on the ground, bounced up against the laws of physics again after throwing away the big club. The hand that had held the big club actually reached directly to the Japanese soldier's lower body.

It found the target as fast as lightning, then held it, closed its fingers, and pulled it hard...

There was no sound, but any man who saw this scene couldn't help but squeeze his legs.

As a man with a handle, they could fully understand how intense the pain of the Japanese soldier would be.

Even if it couldn't be crushed, it should have been torn off alive! When seeing that the Japanese soldier actually stood up from the ground and did a front flip, and then rolled like a spinning top while holding his crotch, and Tang Dao casually threw away a strip of object.

A strong sense of substitution.

"The move used by the commander is the legendary monkey picking peaches!" In the warehouse, Yang Xiaoshan couldn't help licking his already cracked lips.

At this moment, he understood what Tang Dao said, it doesn't matter what move to kill the opponent, what matters is that you can kill him.

Looking at this move of Tang Dao killing people in crisis, it seems insidious, but it is more brutal. Not to mention the enemy, even his own people can't help but shrink their balls.

"Why do you care so much? Keep an eye on the commander's vicinity. If anyone dares to harm the commander, just shoot him." Erya rolled her eyes at Yang Xiaoshan, thinking that he was a little talkative.

"Aren't we going to solve the Japanese with hand-to-hand combat? Kill them at their strongest point?" The honest Yang Xiaoshan was a little puzzled.

"Why are you so young and stupid! Didn't the commander say long ago that as long as we can kill the devils, we don't have to stick to any form. It's called hand-to-hand combat. Who of the brothers didn't run out of bullets before going up?" Erya glared at Yang Xiaoshan, seeming to be still worried. "I'm a company orderly, you listen to me!"

"Who isn't an orderly?" Yang Xiaoshan muttered, but his eyes were aimed at the rifle crosshairs.

He was not aiming at the battlefield downstairs, but at more Japanese infantry outside the battlefield. God knows if there will be Japanese soldiers shooting at the commander?

All the defenders on the upper floors were actually worried that the Japanese would open fire. All the light and heavy machine guns, including the machine guns of the "Iron Head", were aimed at the rear of the battlefield.

The Japanese didn't even want their lives, so why would they want to have face? This is the most normal mentality.

But the Japanese colonel didn't believe it! He didn't believe that his more than 30 infantrymen couldn't beat more than 20 Chinese in hand-to-hand combat.

It's like two groups of people fighting, one side has been unable to win, and finally met the one they are good at, so they want to get back at it.

The Japanese colonel who was beaten unconscious was actually insane.

The remaining Japanese soldier was also quite tough. After Tang Dao killed another person so brutally, he actually threw away the gun that was not so easy to pull out, and rushed towards Tang Dao with his arms around his chest.

He planned to win with the cuckold punch.

As long as he was allowed to hold Tang Dao, other colleagues who had already discovered the battlefield here would definitely rush over. It would not take much time, as long as Tang Dao was trapped for two or three seconds.

Because at this time on the battlefield, since the number of Chinese soldiers was originally less than ten, except for Tang Dao facing four people alone, Lei Xiong fighting one against three, and Leng Feng fighting two Japanese soldiers alone, the remaining more than 20 Chinese soldiers were basically fighting in groups of two or three with the same number of Japanese soldiers.

The battlefield is not a game of house. In just a dozen seconds, three pairs of fighting soldiers had their lives and deaths.

Both sides rushed with all their strength, without even blocking or dodging. A Chinese soldier who was rushing was pierced in the chest by a Japanese rifle, and his slightly lowered bayonet also pierced into the Japanese soldier's lower abdomen.

The force of the two people's collision was so great that they couldn't hold the gun in their hands, so they simply threw away the gun and came face to face.

This was perhaps the moment when the enemy soldiers of China and Japan were closest to each other. The Chinese soldier, who had lost most of his strength, actually opened his mouth and bit the ear of the Japanese soldier who was also seriously injured.

The Japanese soldier, who was already screaming in pain, stretched out his arms and hugged the Chinese soldier tightly, and the two fell heavily to the ground.

Both sides had guns stuck in their chests and abdomens. They didn't roll, but just hugged each other tightly. The Chinese soldier seemed to have completely "loved" the Japanese soldier, and his mouth was always on his ear until both sides were silent, still hugging each other tightly.

If someone carefully checked at this time, they would definitely see that the Chinese soldier had half an ear in his mouth and a satisfied smile on his face.

That is, he had lost the strength to swallow, and did not swallow the fresh "meat" at the moment before death.

The other two pairs were not much better. While a Chinese soldier clamped the opponent's bayonet with his arm, his companion on the other side also stabbed the opponent's neck with a bayonet. Everyone was attracted by the three-meter-high blood column, but no one knew what kind of sound the Japanese bayonet blade made when it rubbed against the Chinese soldier's arm.

I'm afraid only the soldier who experienced it personally knew that it was a strange sound of "ga ga". That sound made the soldier find a pig's hind leg bone after the war and use a knife to scrape it repeatedly for experiments. Finally, it was determined that if the knife and the bone touch to make this sound, there must be fresh blood and flesh on it and it must reach a certain speed.

Although the bones were scraped by the blade, the Chinese soldier had to be thankful that at least he was still alive.

His other two comrades were much luckier. One died biting half of the opponent's ear, and the other was tripped by a ditch during the charge, and unfortunately sent his whole body to the fierce bayonet of the Japanese army.

He didn't even try to extend the bayonet to his opponent, because he lost his balance, his fragile neck was pierced by the Japanese bayonet.

The trachea and the severed aorta were picked out by the Japanese bayonet tip, and blood bubbles were still gushing out. Even if he tried in vain to cover it with his hands, the blood spurted out desperately. The lack of oxygen caused him to suffocate to death on the sand in front of the warehouse before the blood was exhausted.

The cruel hand-to-hand combat has always been killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of your own!

Is there such a thing as a complete victory?

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PS: I saw many readers say that I was watery in the comment area, but Fengyue really didn't do it on purpose. Fengyue likes to depict the cruelty of war through detailed descriptions, and hopes to use group portraits to reflect the difficulties of the ancestors of that era in the war. Maybe Fengyue's writing skills are still so good, so everyone's reading experience is not so good. Fengyue apologizes. But I still hope that book friends will not give up Fengyue, and follow Fengyue into the later stories. There are still Jinling, Xuzhou Taierzhuang, Taihang Mountain, Shentouling, and many other epic war stories.

This battle is almost over, there are still about ten pictures, just believe Fengyue!