However, crazy roars on the battlefield serve no other purpose than venting emotions.
What's even more tragic is that it also points out the target for the lurking enemy.
Tang Dao, who had just finished a sneak attack on another Japanese army, followed the sound and threw two melon grenades in succession.
Although they were nearly 20 meters apart, the grenade, which was as accurate as a grenade, directly sent away the Japanese second lieutenant and several soldiers who were so angry that they couldn't help themselves. Then they raised their guns and hit two people who were more than ten meters away until then.
After killing the lurking sentry who had woken up and was still confused, Tang Dao then looked at the two survivors in the house that he had spared.
He frowned and put one foot on his ribs.
There was a muffled grunt, and the severe pain caused the two Japanese infantrymen who had been knocked unconscious by his slap to arch up.
But obviously, this kind of violent awakening is very effective.
The two Japanese soldiers woke up one after another. The first time they woke up, they saw a Tang knife with a Sanba bayonet still dripping with blood in one hand standing in front of them.
Of course, what frightened the two Japanese soldiers the most was not the knife that had obviously just killed someone before, but the bloody red teeth exposed in the Tang Dao's slightly cracked mouth.
Because of the need to hide before, Tang Dao mostly used cold weapons to kill people. Although his extremely rich killing skills allowed the Japanese army to kill people as quickly as possible, the blood spattered when killing pigs would inevitably splash on his face and
On the body.
Tang Dao, who used the "Five Drums of Soul-Severing Incense" to send the exhausted Japanese troops into a deep sleep, then went on a killing spree, killed at least twenty people with cold weapons, plus the several people he had just killed with grenades and shot.
According to his observation, this should be the remaining strength of this infantry squad after a day of fighting.
An adult weighing 70 kilograms has about 5 liters of blood. The Japanese infantry were well-nourished. Although most of them had short legs and short stature, they were strong and powerful, and they basically weighed close to 70 kilograms.
It is not clear how much blood Tang Dao, who killed so many Japanese soldiers one by one with his knife, was stained with blood.
When the blood splashed to the ends of the hair and condensed and dripped, flowed to the face and then into the mouth, could the originally healthy white teeth turn red?
Anyway, in the eyes of the two Japanese soldiers who were tied up like twists by him, under the moonlight, the tall man, with wet hair dripping with thick blood, and a set of red teeth, was a man whose head came from ancient times.
Fierce beast.
They were not sure whether the beast had actually killed people, but they were sure that it had killed many people.
The strong smell of blood on his body even exceeded that of the room, because there were five colleagues lying there, a team of seven people, except for the two of them, there were two and a half pairs lying quietly on the ground bleeding.
The flowing blood flowed unbridled in the house like a stream.
Thinking with their buttocks, they also knew that it was all the work of the devil in front of them.
Their mouths were not blocked. They could have shouted loudly, called for help or alerted them. This is what a heroic Army soldier of the Empire of Japan should do.
However, facing this demon-like man holding a sword with one hand, the two frightened Japanese soldiers fell silent.
"Very good, at least from now on it seems that you two are very smart and are qualified for me to chat with you." Tang Dao said in fluent Japanese.
"The closest friendly forces to you are 100 meters away. When they hear the explosion here, they will wake up first and wait until they are sure that their defense line is not in danger before sending personnel to inquire. This time is about 3 minutes.
But what about me! I still need to set up a certain disguise before leaving, and it will take another minute and a half, so..." Tang Dao analyzed the two Japanese soldiers in a clear and logical manner, and then said leisurely:
"So, according to my hometown, you two princes don't have much time left for you. Think carefully about how to answer my question."
The two Japanese soldiers are a little confused. So far, they have not figured out what this murderous devil wants to know from them, so there is not much time left for Taijun. Who is Taijun?
Tang Dao was not in a hurry, he looked up at the sky outside the window, squinting his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking. For about twenty or thirty seconds, there was a suffocating silence in the room with the flashlight on.
Brother, what on earth do you want to ask? You have to ask! Although the two Japanese soldiers remained silent, the expressions in their eyes were constantly changing. I am afraid that as time passed, this thought flashed through their minds countless times.
"Oh! I seem to have forgotten to ask a question. It's not a secret. What organization do you belong to, what is the name of the leader, what is the name of the squadron leader, who is the group leader, what is your last name, that's all.
"Tang Dao looked away from the window and looked down at the two Japanese soldiers.
"We said, will you let us go?" a Japanese soldier asked pretending to be calm.
His face remained calm, but his wandering eyes had actually betrayed the panic in his heart. While waiting for Tang Dao to think of something, he must have been fighting between heaven and man for a long time.
"The person who spoke first, I guarantee that he will not die in my hands, in the name of my ancestor Tang Dao." Tang Dao replied seriously. "But if he deceives me, then I will cut his blood vessels and trachea,
Maybe you don’t know what it feels like, have you ever seen a chicken killed?”
Before the other Japanese soldier could speak, Tang Dao kicked him out and knocked him unconscious. He looked at the Japanese soldier who spoke first and said, "He is a little late. Let's go to sleep first. You can say it. When your companion wakes up, he will
It will confirm your answer. If it is wrong, you are the chicken, and he can survive by chance, and maybe have a chance to see his parents and beloved wife."
Devil, this is the real devil! The psychological defense line of the Japanese army that spoke first was directly defeated by Tang Dao.
The Japanese army, who originally thought of fooling Tang Dao by randomly mentioning the names of some of his colleagues, knew that the consequence of this would be that regardless of whether his colleagues could survive or not, he would definitely die first.
Writhing on the ground like a bug, it died of suffocation and excessive blood loss, because the chicken with its neck cut off had legs and wings, and could still flutter no matter how painful it was, but with its hands and feet tied, he could only be helpless.
Twist your head...
"We are the 4th Infantry Brigade of the 13th Infantry Regiment..." The Japanese army, whose psychological defenses were broken, reported all the answers Tang Dao wanted as quickly as possible.
"Very good. The soldiers of the Sixth Division are indeed good-minded!" Tang Dao nodded with satisfaction.
Then he took another Japanese soldier out with the pleading eyes of the Japanese soldier, and continued to wake him up in a rough way. The Japanese soldier who heard Tang Dao reported his preparations was ashen, knowing that his companion had confessed, and could no longer resist. According to
Tang Dao's request was confirmed one by one by naming the officers he belonged to.
The two Japanese soldiers were still alive when Tang Dao left. Tang Dao swore an oath in the name of his ancestors and could never break his promise. However, the two Japanese soldiers seemed to have ignored Tang Dao's words that they would not die in his hands.
Maybe it’s not ignored, what if!
Taking luck is the most common choice most people use when facing a crisis.
Two minutes later.
Six melon grenades were tied between two Japanese soldiers back to back. The trigger device of one of them was fired and then tied to a rope. The rope was trembling and trembling across the entrance of the gate half a foot above the ground.
The two Japanese soldiers, who were tied to wooden pillars and tightly gagged, could only watch helplessly as a colleague kicked open the door and looked at the pile of corpses piled up in the courtyard. They subconsciously took a step forward and then shrank back.
Returning, the Japanese soldiers who were cautious enough saved their lives, but the rope blocked by the threshold was kicked off and the grenade was detonated.
They did not die at the hands of Tang Dao, but at the feet of their colleagues.
Tang Dao kept his promise. Since he said he would not kill them with his own hands, he could only use fake hands to kill them.
He calmly arranged everything under the vicious and crazy eyes of the two Japanese soldiers.
In that time and space, countless undead souls looked at them with expressions even more humble than theirs, but were they pity? Were they afraid? Were they guilty?
No, they still raised the sharp steel knives in their hands.
The Sixth Division has more than 20,000 people, and even calling it a beast makes the beast feel insulted.
When hungry wolves and tigers hunt their prey, they just bite off its trachea to kill it and then eat its flesh and blood. This is because they want to survive and that is the law of nature.
There has never been a creature that took death as entertainment like these 'four-legged beasts' that Tang Dao faced, and they reveled in the breath of death.
Creatures that do not respect life do not need to own life.
Tang Dao's men may have spared some Japanese, but they were definitely not from the Tenth Army and definitely not from the Sixth Division, even the dogs they raised.
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PS: There was a problem with the network. It took me a long time to get through. The update is late. Sorry!
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