Chapter 2 Veteran

Two hours before evening, although Tang Dao did not move his body, he had observed the environment around Sihang Warehouse very clearly. He had even determined the route that the Japanese army would attack tomorrow.

When night came, under the moonlight, he watched from a distance as the thin commander directed the soldiers to file into the Sihang Warehouse, and directed the soldiers to lay mines in the ruins outside the warehouse. Building fortifications with sandbags...

Until they sent out scouts to conduct reconnaissance into the surrounding ruins.

Tang Dao took a deep breath, knowing that the opportunity to get close to them had finally come.

Tang Dao knew very well that even if he was wearing the uniform of the 26th Division of the Sichuan Army, if he just ran out and asked to join, the only result would be to be treated as a deserter and executed on the spot.

The reason is very simple. A soldier who has not retreated and stayed on the battlefield but is still intact can only desert or surrender. He has a full set of German weapons and equipment and is known as the most elite infantry division in China with the highest military discipline. At this point in time, what can you still count on? Who bothered to verify your origins? Killing them with one shot is the easiest thing to do.

The rustling footsteps were getting closer and closer, Tang Dao still maintained his posture, until a gun was pressed to the back of his head, and a rough voice sounded: "What a coward, are you pretending to be dead and addicted? Ma Liu Get up, or I'll give you a shot so you don't have to pretend anymore."

Tang Dao didn't move until the barrel of the gun stabbed him mercilessly, pressing his face to the ground, and then he slowly raised his hands.

A rough laughter sounded from behind: "What's going on? Xiao Shanzi, I just said that this coward is pretending to be dead!"

"Brother Jiujin, how did you tell?" Another younger voice asked curiously.

"If you want to survive on the bloody battlefield, you have to read more and use your brain." The rough voice said with a slightly contented and instructive tone: "Look at this coward, even though he is ruthlessly lying in the mud, The ground is motionless, but his back is dry, so what does that mean?”

"Does it mean he subconsciously chooses where to do it when lying down?" The young voice was a little unsure of his answer?

"That's just one of them." The rough voice replied. "The most important thing is to show that he has body temperature."

"I understand, he dried those clothes." The young voice suddenly realized.

The barrel of the gun behind Tang Dao's neck moved slightly back, signaling Tang Dao to stand up.

Still holding his hands up, Tang Dao slowly got up and turned around.

A short veteran wearing a steel helmet, with a thin face but a fierce look on his face, was looking at him with disdain. Next to him stood a young soldier in his 20s with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who looked a bit honest.

Judging from the rank on their collar insignia, the soldier who is close to 30 years old is just a sergeant. He is obviously a veteran. However, based on what he just said, his observation and judgment skills are not weak. I think this is why he can continue from Songhu to Shanghai. One of the reasons for surviving the war.

And the young soldiers around 20 years old are already superior soldiers, only two ranks lower than the veteran Youzi, which obviously deserves more recognition from their superiors.

The two guns were pointed at Tang Dao, but both of them were not tall. They were half a head shorter than Tang Dao, who was 1.8 meters tall. When Tang Dao raised his hands, he was even more powerful than the two of them.

"You've grown so big like this, you're a coward!" Veteran Youzi obviously felt the pressure in front of Tang Dao's taller figure than ordinary people of this era, and he cursed with a slight twist of his mouth.

"Take me to see your Commander Xie!" Tang Dao got straight to the point.

"You're such a toad, you're yawning so loudly! You actually want to see our regimental deputy?" The veteran was extremely disdainful at first, then suddenly his face tightened, and he straightened the muzzle of his gun that was already slightly lowered. "Who are you? How do you know our commander's surname is Xie?"

The 1st Battalion of the 524th Regiment was ordered to garrison the Sihang Warehouse. It was originally a secret military operation. Not to mention the Japanese who were still advancing towards Songhu City and the Westerners in the concession across the way. Even all the officers and soldiers of the 1st Battalion were unaware of it. I didn't know what I was going to do until I entered Sihang Warehouse 20 minutes ago.

But it was strange that the coward in front of him, who had been hiding in the ruins pretending to be dead, actually knew the surname of his highest officer. The veteran, who was fairly thoughtful, didn't feel like his hair was exploding like a cat whose tail was stepped on at this moment.

However, his reaction was obviously a little slow. The moment he raised the muzzle of the gun, Tang Dao's hanging left hand reached out like lightning. While tilting the muzzle, he stepped in. The fingers of his left hand were actually on Lao Lao Youzi. The moment he was about to pull the trigger decisively, he inserted the trigger so that he could no longer pull it.

This was not the real reason that made veteran Youzi suddenly freeze up, but that a sharp wooden stick was suddenly pressed against his chin, and the other end was naturally in the hands of the young man he called a coward.

The whole process was described in a very complicated manner, but in fact it never lasted more than a second. It was not until this moment that the superior soldier on the side reacted.

"How dare you!" the superior soldier roared angrily, pointing the flat end of his rifle at Tang Dao, who had already jumped into the arms of veteran Youzi.

Tang Dao didn't seem to see him, but looked at the old soldier Youzi whose face changed drastically. He grinned slightly, showing a mouth full of white teeth. With his dark but handsome face, he looked very sunny, and his tone was also bright. Extremely gentle: "Guess, before his shot penetrates both of us, can I pierce this piece of wood through your relatively tender skin?"

At that moment, veteran Youzi was so frightened that his hair stood on end.

He knew without guessing that the sharpened stick could not only pierce the chin easily, but also penetrate the brain without any hindrance. The skull was protected by a hard top, but there was nothing like that inside.

Although the young man was laughing, he was sure that he would do so before the gun went off, relying on his intuition cultivated in the army for more than ten years.

Perhaps he would die, but he would definitely die more miserably.

Especially when he thought of his brain being turned into a paste by a stick, the sweat on the face of the old soldier dripped down.

Then, the next moment, he saw the "coward" throw away the stick, take his hand off the trigger, step back and stand in front of his gun, with a smile on his face, looking at the private first class: "Soldier, you forgot to turn on your safety!"

This is a madman!

This is no longer self-confidence, but arrogance.

He was so arrogant that he thought he could still kill the enemy at the moment the enemy pulled the trigger.

But the scary thing is that the old soldier's instinct tells him that he can do it, even if he is less than half a meter away from the muzzle of his gun, even if he has nothing in his hand.

Looking at the man in Sichuan Army uniform opposite, the old soldier's hand holding the gun is still very steady, but perhaps only he knows that his palm is already full of slippery sweat stains, which is the physical performance of his fear of the Japanese 200-caliber naval guns in the trenches.

"Now, we can have a good talk!" Tang Dao's face is indifferent. "You can still suspect that I am a deserter, but don't doubt that I am a Japanese bastard pretending to be a Japanese. The Japanese can learn Northeastern dialect, and the immortal board can learn the Sichuan dialect of me!"

The old soldier and the corporal's face twitched slightly, not because of the familiar Sichuan accent that Tang Dao suddenly burst out, but because the reason he said seemed really irrefutable.

The muzzles of the two men's guns subconsciously drooped.