Chapter 75 Kill a Few Japanese Pirates for Paper Money

500 meters away, at least more than five Type 92 heavy machine guns were firing at the open space in front of the warehouse.

The Japanese sergeant who turned around and ran away had no time to react, and fell to the ground like a log felled by a chainsaw.

At least seven or eight machine gun bullets shot through him.

No one knew what kind of mood the fallen sergeant died with, just like the Japanese colonel who ordered the shooting with a gloomy face, no one knew what his mood was at the moment.

But it was definitely very bad.

Even if it was a completely shameless sneak attack that rubbed the honor of the Imperial Army on the ground, the Chinese soldier who had just killed three of his own people was not spared.

"Despicable!"

"Shameless Japanese devils!"

......

The people on the south bank of Suzhou River started to make noises.

Of course, compared to greeting the female relatives of the Japanese, they were more concerned about the safety of the heroic and almost reckless Chinese soldier just now.

Obviously, their worries were unnecessary.

The Tang Dao that made tactical moves in advance was like a cat with its fur blown up, jumping and rolling into the trench.

Although he looked a little embarrassed when dodging bullets, which was not comparable to the heroic appearance of the god descending to earth and killing three people in a row, he almost foresaw the shooting of five heavy machine guns.

That was even more awesome than killing three people in a hand-to-hand combat.

This was still secondary. The important thing was that it proved from the side that he had long been on guard against the opponent's shameless move.

To put it bluntly, we dared to come out even though we knew you were shameless, which meant that we had the ability to deal with shamelessness.

"Hero!"

"Hero!"

Although most people could not see the final appearance of the Tang Dao rolling into the trench, there were already people who looked down and shouted that he was fine. The cheers of the Chinese people who heard the news were higher and higher, and their enthusiasm was no less than that of the victory just now.

Although personal heroism is very small on the battlefield, it is definitely the most eye-catching and inspiring.

Otherwise, every country needs to establish its own heroes and monuments!

Even in every fairy tale, there must be a hero who defeats the dragon and rescues the princess.

The Chinese, who have failed too many times, naturally long for heroes, longing for a hero to lead them to defeat the invaders and rebuild their homes.

This move of the Tang Dao undoubtedly meets the deep desires of the people.

Not to mention ordinary people, even the defenders in the warehouse, seeing Tang Dao alone taking on three Japanese soldiers, have less fear of hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese army.

"The devils are nothing, and we have one against three and still win", which is the catchphrase of these soldiers in the future.

"The devils are guilty!" This is the headline of the battlefield news sent by Tan Tai Mingyue for submission.

The news did not describe in detail how the Chinese soldier, whose face she could not see clearly, fought against four, killed three people and scared away a Japanese soldier, but described the ugly face of the Japanese army who immediately used machine guns to shoot when they saw that the situation was not right, but ended up killing their own people.

Fortunately, this is not a novel, and Tan Tai Ming Yue did not keep the story a secret until the next time. At the end of the news, according to the description of people standing on high ground, it was written that the Chinese soldier successfully avoided the machine gun fire of the angry Japanese army and returned to the warehouse from the traffic trench.

It is said that all newspapers that reprinted this news were sold out in seconds after they went on sale in major cities at night. Many people even went to the newspaper office to protest because they could not buy this newspaper, so that major newspapers had to make a special issue of Tan Tai Ming Yue's battlefield record on October 27 and print it overnight, which avoided the bad luck of being thrown stones and smashed glass.

In addition to the excitement, the curiosity of the people was also aroused. What was the name of the Chinese soldier who killed three Japanese invaders and successfully avoided machine gun bullets?

Although people also know that a river is the difference between heaven and hell, Tan Tai Ming Yue, who is standing on the edge of the battlefield, cannot interview him at close range as usual, and naturally does not know who he is.

Even, let alone the soldier's name, under the government's deliberate concealment of military secrets, not many people know which unit this garrison came from, how many troops it had, and how many soldiers it had.

In the eyes of those who are interested, they naturally understand that this is a trick that some bigwigs often use. They are just waiting for public opinion to ferment and finally boil over, and get the greatest political benefits from it, so that they can slightly cover up the ugliness of the defeat in the Battle of Songhu.

The last fig leaf must be used in the most critical place, right?

Bigwigs have their own unpredictable thoughts, and smallwigs have their own considerations.

For those who are on and in the battlefield, the battle of Tang Dao is undoubtedly the sharpest knife on October 27, and it stabbed the heart of the Japanese army that had been hammered into a pig's head.

The Chinese are as excited as the New Year. For the Japanese who were beaten and stabbed, that mood is really...

How to say it? It's not just bad.

The proud hand-to-hand combat was defeated by a one-on-four, killing three people and scaring one person away. The Imperial Japanese Army had already lost face in the Pacific Ocean, and now even the Pacific Ocean could not accommodate it.

Watching the heavy machine guns roaring desperately, the few wounded soldiers who could have moved a few times in the position in front of the warehouse were completely motionless. The faces of all the officers and non-commissioned officers in the Japanese command center were as ugly as if they had eaten a bucket of hot shit. For the first time, they felt that their own colonel was a villain in vain.

To put it bluntly, he lost enough trust in his commander.

Even Jiro Wakiba, who had not spoken for a long time, knew in his heart that no matter whether he lost or won this battle, he had to personally explain to the division commander for the embarrassing order just now of "losing his wife and losing his troops".

But I don’t know if anyone will listen to his explanation.

"What the hell, Tang Dao, how did you know at what point the little Jaap would shoot?" Lei Xiong hugged Tang Dao who was returning from the traffic trench, with a look of surprise on his face.

He wasn't surprised at all when Tang Dao killed three Japanese soldiers in a vicious manner, because he could do the same.

However, Tang Dao didn't know what to do and started evasive tactics before the heavy machine gun fired. This was a bit beyond imagination.

The faces of the soldiers who gathered around were also full of curiosity.

"Intuition!" Tang Dao thought for a while and answered seriously.

Most of the expectant soldiers wanted to vomit blood. What kind of explanation was this? It’s so ethereal.

Perhaps, only Lei Xiong, who gave Tang Dao a thumbs-up with an increasingly serious face, and a few thoughtful veterans recognized Tang Dao's almost fantasy explanation.

The so-called battlefield intuition is mysterious and mysterious, but it really exists. However, it is really not a talent, but the product of walking on the line of life and death countless times, and the brain nerves operating at high speed countless times and finally evolving.

But for someone like Tang Dao to have murderous intent against him from hundreds of meters away, he could feel it and immediately make corresponding tactical actions, which was beyond human imagination.

Even the proud Lei Xiong had to admit at this moment that the young man in front of him was the first person he had ever seen in his life in terms of individual soldier tactics.

Because he judged that the Japanese army would kill those who rubbed their pride on the ground at all costs, but he never sensed the moment when the Japanese army would shoot.

Tang Dao, who was so strong that everyone wanted to look up to him, walked up to Lao Hei who was still crying silently while hugging his cousin's body, and pointed outside the warehouse: "Old Hei, have you seen that tears cannot relieve the pain? But the enemy's life is fine. If one of my brothers is injured, then ten of them will be killed."

Seeing all the wounded Japanese soldiers fall into silence under the torrent of bullets from their own men, the soldiers suddenly realized that they finally knew the purpose of Tang Dao leaving the warehouse.

He did this not to trample on the so-called pride of the Japanese army, but just to kill all the Japanese pirates in sight and to find enough interest for the brothers who died in the battle.

Undoubtedly, such a Tang Dao won their hearts more than the dazzling Tang Dao they imagined.

I'm dead, don't cry, help me kill a few more Japanese pirates for paper money, I will be happy.

This is the current voice of the soldiers.

The Army Lieutenant Colonel who was walking over stopped at the corner of the stairs on the first floor at that moment.

There is a gleam in the eyes.