The Japanese second lieutenant’s friend from the same hometown did not lift the stone in his hand as he imagined.
It's not because I'm not brave enough.
But, he had no chance.
A bayonet stabbed from the side like a poisonous snake spitting a message directly into his body. The familiar but extremely unfamiliar high-pitched scream made Hashimoto Taro unable to believe that it was the one who claimed to have killed the most Chinese people in the squadron.
Taicang military officer.
As a supply company directly under the 16th Division, Taro Hashimoto was stationed in Northeast China for a year when he served as a sergeant.
That was not a year of dawdling. The resistance of the Chinese people in the Northeast never stopped, and the Kwantung Army's battle to suppress the Chinese rebels never stopped either.
Although he did not go to the front line to fight the Chinese, he still carried out the mission of wiping out Chinese mountain villages that supported the Chinese resistance. Taicang Jingkou was the sharpest knife in his unit. Few Chinese civilians died under his bayonet.
There were also more than a dozen people.
For such a brave and even cruel soldier, why did he scream so loudly?
Soon, he knew the answer.
"Since you are so brave, let me take a good look at your so-called bravery." Leng Feng, who no longer beat him violently, stretched out his hand, grabbed his hair, raised his head and twisted it in the direction of his friend, incomparably
Cruelly, he was asked to watch how his friend was killed.
The Chinese soldier's bayonet did not stab the chest directly, but penetrated diagonally upward from the ribs. As the Chinese soldier turned his wrist violently, the bayonet entered the body and rubbed against the ribs, making an unforgettable sound.
That is not only the sound of death, but also torture, the torture before death.
That really hurts!
This scene reminded Taro Hashimoto of how a few years ago, in front of the villagers in that mountain village, Taicang Jingkou personally killed the Chinese boy who dared to spit at them.
Just like this, he stabbed him with one knife after another. The boy was still in pain and rolled on the ground. Then he put his foot on his head and stabbed him again. If he didn't die, he would stab him again.
The boy kept calling his mother, but was drowned out by his laughter until the boy died.
The Chinese people howled together, but no one dared to step forward, because there were two machine guns and dozens of rifles in front of them. If they dared to move, the whole village would be killed.
But now, this scene miraculously reappears, except that the killing and being killed are reversed. The person who once killed is being treated with the same or even more cruel methods, and the audience is still him.
The soldier who stabbed the Japanese soldier was named Gu Xishui, and he was one of the twelve soldiers who participated in hand-to-hand combat with Tang Dao Lengfeng and returned intact.
Unlike the vast majority of soldiers who join the army due to livelihood reasons, Gu Xishui's family is wealthy. In future terms, he is a typical rich second generation. Just by hearing his poetic name, you can tell about his family background and education.
In the year of September 18, Gu Xishui was sent to Jinling by his family to study. For the first time, the rich kid who did not like to study saw from his teachers and classmates how they cried bitterly for losing the Northeast, and for the first time he had a home and a country.
The concept of world.
Two years later, the Battle of Jehol broke out. The seventeen-year-old boy already had green hairs on his lips. He also had more thoughts about the country and the nation because he received the most advanced education.
The next year, the young man who graduated from school successfully admitted to Jinling University, the highest institution of higher learning in China at that time. However, the 88th Division of the Yulin Army also recruited troops at the same time. Gu Xishui, who felt that the pen could not save China, only the gun could save China, made an order.
People make the incredible decision not to go to college but to join the army.
And all this was hidden from his parents. By the time his parents found out, it was already the second year since Gu Xishui joined the army and the matter was settled.
It stands to reason that Gu Xishui is a good soldier as he has a quick mind, trains hard, and is knowledgeable. Even if such a soldier has not attended military school, he can be promoted to a sergeant in three years without any problem.
But Gu Xishui, who had just left school and entered the military camp, had the same problem as most passionate young people, being too idealistic.
Seeing the corruption and expropriation of some officers in the army, he couldn't help complaining privately. The battalion commander happened to hear it and directly sent him to the supplementary regiment. It was not until the early stage of the Songhu War that the 88th Division was in urgent need of supplementary troops, so he was added to Leng Feng's command.
, the military rank is only an upper class soldier based on military age.
The experience of staying in the supplementary group for more than two years has polished off some of the edges of the once passionate young man, but it has not destroyed his passion and fighting spirit.
After joining the first-line troops and winning several battles, no one dared to look down upon Gu Xishui, the second-line first-class soldier who came from the supplementary regiment.
His shooting and stabbing skills are both excellent. Being able to survive the brutal hand-to-hand combat a few days ago has proven his strength.
Gu Xishui knew that the operation he just performed would undoubtedly hurt the bayonet blade.
His squad leader used the break in the battle to tell him how to avoid hard bones penetrating into soft muscle tissue if he encountered hand-to-hand combat. Firstly, he could kill the opponent better, and secondly, he could avoid bayonet curling.
The performance of the formal rifles is good, but the steel of the bayonet is far inferior to that of the opponent's 38-type bayonet, and the Japanese army likes to wrap thick Thousand People's Needles or protective gear on the waist and abdomen. If the tip of the knife is curled, it will cost a lot.
But it is your own life.
But he wanted to be so willful today.
Firstly, it was because the battle was coming to an end; secondly, he was using his opponent's 38 bayonet, which was made of excellent steel; and thirdly, more importantly, he wanted to seek justice for his squad leader.
The veteran who taught him how to survive on the battlefield died a month ago.
It was a dark and dark battle. The Japanese troops charged countless times. They repelled the Japanese attacks countless times until company commander Shangguan Yun gave the signal to retreat to the second-line trenches.
The twelve members of his infantry squad, except for the five who died in that battle, basically all came back. However, the veteran squad leader did not come back. He stayed behind and shot an empty magazine at the Japanese army.
There was no other way. On such a tense battlefield, even if we were retreating, we couldn't run backwards in a swarm. That would cause a rout. Someone had to suppress the Japanese attack and give time to the retreating main force.
The veteran completed his mission and could have returned under the cover of his own men who stood firm and started shooting again, but a damn grenade exploded next to him and broke one of his legs.
He wanted to crawl back to his position, but Gu Xishui could guarantee that he saw his squad leader still crawling.
But the Japanese army arrived too quickly. They rushed into the front line trenches and found the veterans still crawling not far away.
The Japanese army can shoot and kill their enemies. If the two armies fight, you will die or I will die. Chinese soldiers will do the same when they find such Japanese soldiers.
But the Japanese army did not. Perhaps because the attack on this day caused them too much damage, they actually chose the most cruel method.
First, they shot and broke the veteran's arm, losing all combat effectiveness. Then they pounced on three or four people, held down the struggling veteran, disarmed him, and threw his grenades and bullet belts into the ditch.
Then, five rifles were inserted into his body, and no matter how painfully he twisted, he was lifted up like a flag of victory to demonstrate to the Chinese soldiers more than 200 meters away.
It wasn't until a few minutes later that the only intact left hand of the veteran, drained of blood, hung down.
Gu Xishui will never forget that scene. The veteran waved his hand in the direction of him and others, telling them not to look.
It was such a cruel scene, so cruel that Gu Xishui had a dream at night. When he dreamed of the veteran squad leader, he could only see his waving palms, but not his face.
He swore that one day, he would return the knife that the Japanese invaders inflicted on the squad leader and treat cruelty with even more cruelty.
In defensive warfare, you can only shoot empty bullets desperately;
In hand-to-hand combat, a single blow could separate life and death, and he had no chance.
But now, the opportunity has come.
Therefore, Gu Xishui deliberately avoided the vital points of the chest and chose the ribs, the strongest part of the Japanese body, and stabbed from bottom to top, using all his strength.
The bayonet touched the hard bone, but it could not stop a 20-year-old boy from exerting all his strength on the bayonet. The bayonet was inserted diagonally into the Japanese sergeant's chest. Gu Xishui could clearly hear the sound of the bayonet rubbing against the bones.
The sound makes my heart happy.
However, this is not enough.
When most of the bayonet blade sank into the chest of the Japanese soldier, Gu Xishui twisted it with all his strength, breaking several of the Japanese soldier's ribs again. At the same time, the sharp bayonet even mashed up the soft internal organs in the Japanese soldier's chest.
"Damn it, does it hurt?" Gu Xishui asked.
Although he knew that the short man opposite him must be in pain and he must not understand.
"Kill me! Kill me!" Taro Hashimoto's eyes were red, and he tried his best not to see such a cruel scene, but the strong palm just fixed his head like this, and his strength became stronger and stronger.
Weak, even if he screamed with all his strength, there wouldn't be much movement.
"Haha, do you want to die?" Leng Feng, who was also a bit violent because of the loss of his younger brother, sneered. "That's easy!"
With his left hand, he pulled out the knife inserted in Hashimoto Taro's chest. Blood spurted out. Hashimoto Taro's legs went weak and he knelt down.
Then, the light of the knife flashed, and Leng Feng inserted the knife directly into Taro Hashimoto's face.
The last image that flashed through the mind of the Japanese second lieutenant was that the cruel Chinese soldier exerted great force, and the blade opened a large gash from the ribs to the abdomen, and all kinds of strange-shaped organs were vying to squeeze out. It was as big as the world.
, a picture that I want to see.
Two good friends went to their Amaterasu for tea almost at the same time.
Not only did Leng Feng and Gu Xishui not feel disgusted by such a bloody scene they had caused, they even let out a sigh of relief after looking at each other. To deal with cruel enemies, only by being more cruel than them can they get rid of their respective inner demons.
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This is war, which makes death more cruel and makes people cruel.
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