Chapter 9 Just an Appetizer

Although there was no smell of blood, perhaps the strong smell of death scared the wild dog hiding under the square table. The little guy, whose hind legs had been shot through by bullets, was trembling all over and screaming.

Unfortunately, the dog's mouth was tied, and the barking sound was still the same as before.

The three Japanese soldiers outside the house looked over here strangely. The dog's barking was not strange, but out of common sense, the dog's barking was a little too low.

Perhaps the deputy squad leader did not want the dog's barking to be too shrill and cause unnecessary trouble! This was logical, and the three Japanese infantrymen exchanged glances and reached an agreement.

Inside the house, Tang Dao held the completely limp body in his arms, as gently as if he were treating his lover.

With one hand under the corpse's armpit, he walked towards the door, flashing the light of the flashlight outside the house, and some unclear Japanese sounded: "Asshole! Help me!"

The three Japanese soldiers were slightly startled, and one of the Japanese infantrymen who was the farthest away quickly reacted, put away his gun and trotted over. His dog-legged appearance proved that Tang Dao's guess was correct.

The corpse in his arms was the highest-ranking among the four Japanese soldiers, and as for why this Japanese soldier who was obviously the leader wanted to do the rough work of killing dogs, maybe he wanted to show his bravery! After all, it was also bloody, and it was face-saving to say it out.

Tang Dao was not a god, and of course he could not guess all the psychological activities of the Japanese soldiers.

In fact, the leader, Takeda Nagaki, did the work of killing pigs before joining the army. This time he took the initiative to kill dogs, which was purely because he was itching to show his skills, but he didn't expect that he didn't show his skills, but met Tang Dao, the god of killing who waited for rabbits, and lost his life.

The Japanese soldiers who ran over excitedly saw the short and strong figure of their deputy squad leader standing in front of the door under the moonlight. Just when they wanted to speak, their eyes were dazzled by the strong light of the flashlight, and they could not see anything clearly. Then they heard a mumbled Japanese, and they did not bother to ask any more questions and hurried into the house.

The house was dark, and the pupils that had just been dazzled by the flashlight shrank slightly. If nothing unexpected happened, the human pupil would naturally adjust and allow him to adapt to the light in three seconds.

But obviously, Tang Dao would not give him this opportunity.

Pushing the corpse in his arms forward, the Japanese soldier who had just seen the figure of his colleague subconsciously helped him, and was completely out of control. The corpse weighing more than 100 kilograms made him lose his center of gravity.

He opened his mouth in surprise, and the question was still in his throat. A bayonet suddenly pierced into his open mouth. The cold blade rubbed the soft tongue, cut off the small tongue that could vibrate and make sounds, and then cut off the trachea and finally passed through the neck.

At the same time, all the sounds were blocked in the throat of the Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese soldier opened his eyes wide in fear, hoping to find the attacker, and until this moment he subconsciously held on to his colleague's dead body, and did not abandon his colleague because of the sudden attack.

So, an extremely strange scene appeared in the house. A Japanese soldier with a bayonet suddenly growing out of his mouth was holding a corpse and looking up, while the person he wanted to see clearly slowly stood up and held the bayonet handle with one hand.

The Japanese soldier's eyes showed despair and pleading. He knew that once the bayonet was pulled out, he would die immediately.

He didn't want to die, even if he knew he couldn't live, but even if he lived for ten more seconds, it would be good.

Unfortunately, the tall figure was far more cruel and ruthless than he imagined. With a sudden pull, a flower of blood spurted out of the Japanese soldier's mouth and he fell to the sky.

A loud 'thump' startled the two Japanese soldiers and turned back in horror.

Then, a Type 38 rifle with a bayonet flew out of the house like a javelin, piercing one of the Japanese soldiers and penetrating his chest. The huge force even knocked him down and nailed him to the ground.

"Pah!" The only remaining Japanese soldier brazenly rushed into the house and fired, and even pulled off the melon grenade hanging on his waist at the fastest speed.

With great decisiveness, only veterans can make the most accurate judgment at that moment. The colleagues in the house must have been finished. He fired without hesitation and planned to throw a grenade to blow up the powerful enemy in the house.

Or, in order to eliminate the threat, the life and death of colleagues is no longer so important.

No matter from which angle, this Japanese soldier who burst into a fighting posture can be regarded as a standard war machine, decisive and fierce.

However, he only knew that there were enemies in the house, and did not know that there were two Chinese ace infantry division soldiers less than 15 meters behind him who had been paying attention to this place without even blinking.

When Tang Dao threw a Type 38 rifle from the house and nailed the Japanese soldiers in the yard to the ground, Yang Xiaoshan had already aimed his gun at another Japanese soldier. When the Japanese soldier quickly turned around and fired and pulled off the grenade, he fired without hesitation.

The shooting distance of 15 meters was too close for an infantryman from China's ace infantry division.

The 7.92-caliber bullet of the Zhongzheng rifle passed through a space of less than 20 meters and hit the Japanese 90 steel helmet fiercely. Under the sufficient kinetic energy of the bullet, the steel helmet, which was originally used to defend against artillery shell fragments, was like a fragile piece of paper, which was easily torn by the bullet and penetrated into the back of the head.

One shot to the head!

From Tang Dao's perspective, the face of the Japanese soldier facing him seemed to have a blood flower suddenly growing on it.

So, after firing the gun, Yang Xiaoshan and Lao Bing Youzi saw the thumbs up from the house and the smiling face of Tang Dao sticking out from the house, moving his lips and seeming to say something to the two, but it was silent.

Obviously, Tang Dao had already taken the two Imperial Guards observers into account when he was preparing to kill the four Japanese soldiers.

He had calculated that they would shoot. From the beginning, this was a trap. Tang Dao took both the enemy and his own people into account.

However, Yang Xiaoshan had no time to think about how Tang Dao calculated that he would definitely shoot, let alone guess what he said to the two of them.

"Tang Dao, you son of a bitch!" The old soldier's face trembled, and he let out a strange cry: "Run!" He pulled Yang Xiaoshan up and ran wildly into the depths of the ruins.

Because he finally figured out what Tang Dao's mouth shape was under the moonlight, which was clearly: Run!

That's right, Tang Dao didn't have to run, he didn't shoot, right? They were the ones who exposed their position by shooting.....

It may be a little worse to say other things, but when it comes to the ability to save his life, the old soldier is the best in the entire 524th Regiment.

Facts have proved that the old soldier Li Jiujin is really awesome! Quick-thinking and fast-running.

Ten seconds later, a flare was fired into the sky, illuminating the area within a radius of 200 meters. A row of bullets fired from the direction of the small building accurately hit the place where the two had been hiding.

Then, there was a "boom!" explosion, and bricks, stones, and grass flew everywhere.

The skilled grenade throwers of the Japanese army could accurately send grenades to 500 meters after two test shots, and the error would never exceed five meters. They were the most hated arms of Chinese machine gunners on the battlefield of the Sino-Japanese decisive battle, without a doubt.

Most of the Chinese light machine gun firepower points were damaged by the seemingly extremely simple but extremely effective light handheld "mortars" equipped by the Japanese army, not by any heavy artillery.

The Japanese grenade launcher in the small building once again showed his style. In just over 20 seconds, he completed the entire process of calibration, loading, and projection, and was extremely accurate. Two consecutive grenades blew up the place where the two had been hiding. If the two had hesitated, they would have been blown into several pieces.

Of course, this also resulted in them not having the opportunity to see a scene that was far more exciting than just now.

Killing three Japanese soldiers with bare hands was just an appetizer for Tang Dao, and the hardest dish was still to come.

After all, the Japanese army's 15-man squad with machine guns and grenade launchers still had two-thirds of its troops, right?

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