Chapter 73 Actually, You Think Too Much

"Your words, do they count as words?"

A Japanese sergeant with a thick body and a sinewy face looked at the black gun muzzles protruding from various places on the floor in horror, and spoke hoarsely first.

"Do you have any other choices?" Tang Dao smiled faintly. "Whether my words count or not, it doesn't matter."

"Baga!" Another Japanese soldier's eyes flashed fiercely and he clenched his hands suddenly.

Tang Dao was not afraid, and turned to him: "First of all, I am Chinese, don't judge me by your Japanese low standards; also, if you can win in the hand-to-hand combat that you are most proud of, On behalf of my commander, I promise to allow your army to send a medical team to take away the wounded soldiers and corpses that are still alive here."

"Yours, a true samurai! I admire you!" The Japanese Army Sergeant extended his thumb to Tang Dao.

Tang Dao's expression was noncommittal.

This kind of praise is just the most normal psychological reaction of a drowning person after he grabs a life-saving straw.

Once you kill him, I promise he won't say he admires you anymore.

By this time, the defenders in the warehouse basically understood what Tang Dao was going to do.

Although the Japanese army was defeated, they were still unconvinced. Westerners, including Westerners in the concession on the south bank of the Suzhou River, believed that the defenders were just relying on the strength of the building and that the Japanese army could not use their full strength because they were backed by the concession.

That Tang Dao must defeat them in front of the two armies and in front of the Western media with the hand-to-hand combat that the Japanese army is most proud of.

If the previous disastrous defeat was not enough to push the morale of the Japanese army to the bottom, then now, their pride is trampled under their feet and rubbed on Chinese soil.

Murder and heart-wrenching!

Now Tang Dao not only wants to kill people, but also wants to kill people because of the death of his soldiers.

Although they could not hear what the Chinese soldiers and the four own soldiers who climbed up from the pile of corpses were saying, the Japanese officers and soldiers roughly guessed the identity of the Chinese soldier through the movements of their own soldiers moving closer to each other to form a gun formation and shoot at the Chinese soldiers. intention.

"Baga! This person is arrogant and has evil thoughts. The empire will never tolerate him alive." Jiro Wakita ordered with an almost distorted face. "Order the heavy machine gun to aim at him. If he wins, shoot him!"

"But Your Excellency, Wing Commander, there seem to be many of our wounded soldiers over there, and they are still alive." The Lieutenant Colonel on the other side was surprised when he heard this. "Besides, the Chinese are facing four of us, how can he win?"

"Those idiots, since they have chosen to be loyal to the empire, then they must be loyal to the end!" Jiro Wakiita coldly decided the fate of the wounded Japanese soldiers.

As for the other question asked by the lieutenant colonel, the Japanese colonel did not answer it.

His intuition from countless battlefields told him that since the Chinese dared to step out and face the four people on his side who were lucky enough to survive, he must have unparalleled confidence and must be strong enough.

It's even powerful enough to be able to defeat four with one.

Moreover, not only is that Chinese person confident, other Chinese people are also full of confidence.

Otherwise, how could the Chinese commander on the opposite side, who had excellent command skills, allow such things to happen that were not under his control after just winning a great victory?

Half an hour ago, he might not have been angry and would have only laughed at the arrogance and stupidity of the Chinese. But now, after losing two games in a row, he would naturally not think so. The opponent was at least an opponent of the same level as him.

Although there was already a feeling in his heart that the four infantrymen would inevitably be defeated, even Wakiitajiro could not and did not dare to order the heavy machine gun firepower at this time, and put the four soldiers under his command and the man who was trying to make the entire Imperial Army proud. The Chinese who were beaten to dust were shot together.

If he did that, he would really bring shame to the entire Imperial Army.

When did the Imperial Japanese Army lose the courage to face challenges? Not to mention that the Chinese media and Western media will exaggerate it, even the military and the country will not let him go.

The Japanese colonel, the Third Division Regiment Headquarters, and even the Songhu Dispatch Army Headquarters all understood that the battle with the warehouse defenders had nothing to do with the overall situation of the battle.

To put it mildly, it is the Chinese government’s last ditch effort to restore its dignity. To put it bluntly, it is just a "show" put on by the Chinese top management in front of Westerners and Chinese at the cost of the lives of these defenders.

They want to use this to gain the sympathy of the Western world to mediate the war situation between the two countries, or they hope that the Japanese side will make a mistake and drop a few bombs into the Western concessions, thus drawing the Western countries into this war. They will kill two stones with one stone. Bird idea.

It's just that even if the Japanese side knows the intentions of the Chinese high-level officials, they can only bite the bullet and play with them, because the victors will not allow themselves to have flaws. They must completely annihilate the defenders and crush the Chinese people's ridiculous hopes.

On the basis of this understanding, the Chinese played such a trick again. Even if the Japanese commander understood its true intention, he had to hold his nose and watch.

Nowadays, in addition to winning or losing, any outrageous things done will be magnified by the Westerners who are watching the fun.

If Tang Dao knew about the complicated thoughts running through the Japanese colonel's head, Tang Dao would tell him very sincerely: "Everything you think is right, but it's not as complicated as you think. I just think I just want to avenge my own soldiers, and I will kill you all openly."

Yes, the presence of Western media is a constraint for the Japanese army, but it is actually a double-edged sword for the Chinese defenders.

For example, those Japanese soldiers who have not died or pretended to be dead, even if they want to kill them, they can't kill them one by one like in the building, that will only give the Westerners who shout about democracy and freedom every day a handle.

But it is impossible to catch all these guys in the warehouse, that would make yourself uncomfortable! Do you really think the smell of blood and organs is good? The corpses are all stinky, okay?

Of course, it is even more impossible to let them go.

Then there is only one way, continue to fight and kill them in the battle.

So, Tang Dao walked out of the building and killed them, it was that simple.

In front of all the Japanese officers, trampling on their so-called pride underfoot was just a matter of convenience.

The leading Japanese sergeant had already held the gun with both hands, bent his legs slightly, and leaned forward, ready for battle.

The other three people stood straight in a row at the back, knowing the rules, which meant that they were going to have a round-robin battle.

Tang Dao waved his hand, "No need to be so troublesome, you can all go together."

"Yours, sure!" The Japanese sergeant's eyes suddenly widened with horror.

But Tang Dao knew that this man was cunning, but just used this to cover up his inner ecstasy.

Not for anything else, just because he wanted to live, even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, and Tang Dao's current rhetoric has increased the chance to one percent.

As long as Tang Dao can be killed, the remaining ninety-nine percent depends on whether the rest of the Chinese can keep their promise.

Unfortunately, as Tang Dao said, he had no choice but to gamble. Only after the four of them killed Tang Dao together would they be eligible to go to the gambling table.

The Japanese army had a strict bayonet formation, with one person in the middle and two people on both sides. Such a formation can guarantee both offense and defense, and under normal circumstances, it can even fight hand-to-hand with a Chinese infantry squad.

So, after Tang Dao boasted, at the signal of the Japanese sergeant's eyes, the other three Japanese soldiers formed a sharp arrow formation, while he himself was outside the formation and stared at Tang Dao.

"Board!"

Following the roar of four Japanese soldiers, three Japanese soldiers holding long spears charged towards the Tang swords ten meters away from them.

Especially the three people in formation, their steps were surprisingly consistent, the iron nails of cowhide boots hitting the ground were loud and powerful, and the sharp blades of bayonets in the sun were like three hungry wolves biting their prey.

Even though they were far away, people were stimulated by this violent killing intent and their hair stood on end.

The Japanese army's pride in their hand-to-hand combat was not so blind, they had the qualifications.