Chapter 3 The Former Eight Hundred

Of course, the most important reason for the two soldiers to lower their guns was that Tang Dao had proved that he was not a coward with this move just now.

You coward, dare to fight back angrily at gunpoint?

This is impossible. Even if the sheep is faced with the butcher's knife, the only reaction is to scream in panic.

Veteran Youzi's intuition told him that the Sichuan man opposite must have killed many people. The strong smell of blood on his body came from his bones.

With the skill he showed, he was able to kill two of himself without alerting the others. He inserted a piece of wood into his brain, then snatched his own gun, and stabbed the panicked superior soldier before he could open the safety. Pierce both sides.

At such a close range, bullets are not as useful as a bayonet.

"Just wait, I'll ask Shanzi to report to the superior first! It's up to the superior to decide whether to see you or not." Veteran Youzi calmed down and murmured at the superior soldier.

There was an anxious expression on the face of the superior soldier, and his lips moved to speak, but in the face of the somewhat forbidding gaze of the veteran Youzi, he did not say anything after all. He put his gun back and looked at the surrounding people 200 meters away without looking back. He ran away from the warehouse.

Tang Dao smiled, took two steps back to himself, and slowly moved his body in front of the veteran Youzi with extremely vigilant eyes.

Of course he knew that this was veteran Youzi's tactic to delay the attack, and he was just calling for help, but he was not the enemy, let alone the Japanese army, and that was the most important thing.

Tang Dao was not even afraid that the veteran Youzi would shoot. The Japanese troops less than a kilometer away might have begun to bury pots and make rice at this time, but it did not mean that they would not come to check after hearing the gunshots and had not yet arranged various defenses. The officers of the 1st Battalion of the 524th Regiment at the fortifications should have reminded the soldiers not to shoot unless absolutely necessary.

The body, which had been frozen for several days in the cold wind of late autumn in Songhu, was still slightly stiff despite the fact that it had regained sufficient temperature due to his arrival and the flexibility of the joints of the hands and feet had been restored due to several hours of adjustments. Otherwise, he could have been 0.3 seconds faster just now.

"Bang, bang, bang!" A popping sound like exploding beans followed Tang Dao's weird stretching movements, with a look of satisfaction in Tang Dao's eyes.

The talent of this body is astonishing, and the toughness of its muscles and bones is even stronger than his own. Given time, he will be able to achieve even greater breakthroughs in terms of individual combat effectiveness.

Veteran Youzi's pupils suddenly shrank.

Only then did he realize that he still underestimated the young man in front of him.

After ten years on the battlefield, he may not have become much stronger, but his vision has been cultivated.

As the saying goes: practice your breath internally, and practice your muscles, bones and skin externally! Inner Qi roughly makes the internal organs stable, long-lasting and breathtaking, while the so-called skin of muscles and bones is very simple to understand. It just makes the muscles thick, the bones hard, the skin thick, etc., so that it can have a certain impact.

As for the man in front of him, when his whole body vibrates with force, it can make an explosion similar to the interlacing of joints. The experienced veteran Youzi knew that it was not the interlacing of joints, but that it had reached a level where he could control the vibration of his fascia at will. Among the strong men I have seen over the years, there can never be more than three people who can compare with him.

If coupled with the courage to face the gunpoint calmly and the smell of blood in his bones, this person is absolutely unparalleled in single-soldier combat, and he has no idea how many lives he has lost.

Fortunately, he is Chinese! This was the thought that was constantly surging in Lao Lao Youzi's somewhat blank mind.

Soon, the superior soldier came running over with eight or nine infantrymen, and the order from the supreme commander came to take Tang Dao to his headquarters.

Three minutes later, Tang Dao saw the man depicted in movies, TV series and history books.

Xie Jinyuan, born in the fourth class of Huangpu, was a second lieutenant platoon leader during the Northern Expedition and was already a lieutenant colonel during the Songhu Battle. In the early stages of the Songhu Battle, because the regimental commander died in the line of duty, he was promoted to regimental deputy and served as a member of the 524th Regiment in these two months. Acting head of the regiment, the highest commander who was ordered to station at Sihang Warehouse this time.

The army lieutenant colonel with thick eyebrows, big eyes and big ears was wearing a straight dark blue woolen uniform and long leather boots. His body was upright, and his eyes were deep as he watched as several guns were pointed at him as he walked over and stood three meters away. Tang Dao stood up straight.

After a long time, he asked: "Which army are you from? Why are you in the defense area of ​​our 88th Division?"

"Sir, Tang Dao, the sergeant squad leader of the 1st Battalion, 2nd Company, 3rd Platoon, 152nd Regiment, 26th Division, 43rd Army, is reporting to you!" Tang Dao took a step forward, raised his right hand to give a military salute, and looked at the lieutenant colonel's non-committal, and raised his left hand to his arms. Go to explore.

There was a sound of gun bolts all around, and the Army Lieutenant Colonel frowned slightly and waved his hand slightly.

Tang Dao took out a piece of paper and placed it in the hand of the veteran Youzi who was closest to him. He faced the Army Lieutenant Colonel and solemnly said: "Sir, this is the only document I have to prove my identity at the moment. Please check it."

"Tang Tao, Army Staff Sergeant of the 1st Battalion of the 152nd Regiment, fought bravely in the Battle of Dachang Town. He was specially promoted to Army Second Lieutenant and hopes to gain new merits. 26th Division Guo." A major next to Xie Jinyuan took the paper and read softly.

"Are you the soldier of the regiment commander?" When the Army Lieutenant Colonel heard the number of the 152nd Regiment, admiration flashed in his eyes, and he murmured: "I would like to be a ghost on the battlefield after death, but not a native of my hometown during my lifetime! That commander of yours , What a role model for our generation!”

Tang Dao knew who he was talking about. The heroic commander of the 152nd Regiment of the 26th Division of the Sichuan Army. When he said goodbye to his old mother in tears before the war, he left such a famous couplet that will be passed down through the ages. However, Tang Tao was hit by Japanese heavy artillery in a battle four days ago and his body was not found. It turned out that Tang Tao was also seriously injured in this battle.

"But, didn't you just call yourself Tang Dao? Why is the name written on this certificate Tang Tao?" After a brief sigh, the lieutenant colonel narrowed his eyes and looked at Tang Dao.

"My father named me Tao, hoping that I could learn strategies and serve the country with knowledge!" Tang Dao remained calm and spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice. "But at this time when the Japanese invaders are invading and the country is about to be destroyed, the knowledge in the peaceful world is no longer of any use. Tang Dao changed his name to Dao, hoping that he could become the sword of the Chinese people, defend our people, and kill the invaders. People can die, but the sword will stay!"

The whole audience was silent, and many people had respect in their eyes.

Half an hour ago, everyone here had learned the military order they received, and as the last army in the war zone, they were stationed in the Sihang Warehouse in Zhabei, Songhu.

Although everyone knew that they were dead, the complexity in their hearts, whether it was panic, passion or melancholy, was only known to them.

The young soldier who changed his name to "Dao" seemed to have a light on him when he gave the reason.

Of course, more importantly, he was a soldier of the 26th Division.

The "beggar" Sichuan Army, wearing straw sandals, carrying bamboo hats, and wearing pipes, walked all the way from Sichuan and Guizhou to Songhu. There were only a few people, and their guns were not as good as those of the old Hanyang. They even had old Mausers and bird guns...

Such an army, not to mention that the Japanese army with aircraft and warships did not take it seriously, even the friendly army itself looked down on it.

But the 26th Division made both the enemy and us look at it with new eyes in the battle of Dachang Town. After seven days and nights of fierce fighting, the casualty rate of up to 85% would have collapsed in any unit, but the 26th Division was still on the position until the reinforcements entered the position to replace them. The backs of 600 people carrying 200 wounded soldiers off the position were extremely sad, and even the Japanese army on the opposite side did not fire for the first time.

It's not that the bodies of the dead can't be moved to the rear, but it's almost unnecessary. At the most urgent moment of the battle, the remains of the soldiers have been piled up into fortifications.

Before they died, the young Sichuan Army shot bullets at the Japanese pirates. After they died, they used their bodies as a wall to block the bullets shot at their comrades...

The colonel of the 152nd Regiment, Jie Guji, who was mentioned by the lieutenant colonel of the army, led the way and stood guard at the front line as the head of a regiment, and finally died on the battlefield.

The 26th Division became famous in one battle.

No one looked down on the "beggar" soldiers who came out of the depths of the mountains, including the second lieutenant of the Sichuan Army who was left alone here for some unknown reason in front of the Imperial Guards.

"Good! Very good! Tang Dao is a good name. I believe you are a soldier of the 26th Division. For the sake of the 26th Division, I don't want to go into the details of why you are stranded here." The lieutenant colonel of the army frowned. "It's just that I'm sorry. My brothers and I from the 524th Regiment are carrying out the secret military order of the theater command, so we can only send you away."

Looking at a white-faced army captain next to him who looked like a scholar, he said, "Captain Shangguan, get this little brother a gun and ten bullets. Let him leave here."

The white-faced captain looked at his superior in surprise.

As a subordinate who has followed this lieutenant colonel for several years, he knows his superior very well. Although he has a generous personality, he is an extremely serious soldier. Especially after he went to the battlefield, he was decisive and a very qualified commander.

If a deserter falls into his hands, he will have only two choices, either turn around and rush to the enemy camp to make meritorious contributions, or execute him on the spot.

Although the young man in front of him has a promotion order that can prove his identity, he is more likely to be a deserter. The 600 remnants of the 26th Division had left for another battlefield a few days ago.

But what happened today? Why would he let the young man in front of him go so easily? Is it just because of his few passionate words just now?

However, under the dim light of the swinging lantern on the roof, the square face of the lieutenant colonel was obscure, making it difficult to guess his true intentions.

While the captain was thinking about his superior's thoughts.

Tang Dao also gave his own answer.

He shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, sir, I can't leave!"

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