To be honest, even Tang Dao, who was lurking 20 meters in front of the sentry with 60 officers and soldiers of the guard company, observed for at least 15 minutes before he determined that the Japanese army really only had open sentries and no hidden sentries.
Jaw-dropping!
Subsequently, evil arises on the edge of courage.
He had no intention of killing people quietly this time.
The 60 officers and soldiers of the guard company had 24 submachine guns and 38 shell guns. Each of them carried 6 grenades and 6 magazines. In addition, they found more than 20 machetes, all of which were carried on the backs of strong Northeastern men.
A guy who fights hand to hand.
The Tang Dao itself is more like a mobile firepower depot, more exaggerated than the Northeastern men.
He carried two shell guns on his left and right, an MP28 submachine gun in his hand, a bright saber captured from a Japanese cavalry officer on his back, a 38-type bayonet strapped to his leg, and a bullet belt on his body.
Ten loaded magazines were strapped to the left and right, and four grenades hung from his waist.
Looking like that, he looked like an anti-Japanese version of Rambo, except that his bronze tendons were exposed.
Maybe it’s because the late autumn in Jiangnan is already very cold, so we need to save energy to maintain body temperature. Otherwise, in order to reduce the weight as much as possible, Tang Dao, who has already carried more than 30 kilograms of weight, is likely to do this.
Seeing Tang Dao put these equipment on his body little by little, the guards, including Captain Peng and below, couldn't help but widen their eyes.
They find it hard to believe that someone would arm themselves in this way.
These weapons certainly look cool when hanging on your body, but the premise is that you have to be able to run with these things on your back!
Watching a war is not just about looking awesome, it requires all kinds of maneuvers. If you slow down a little bit, the bullets flying around can hit you like a sieve.
But Tang Dao was much more powerful than they imagined. He could carry nearly forty pounds. Not only could he run, but he also looked like a raccoon cat in the dark. He ran very slowly and landed silently. It was clearly right.
Body control has reached an unimaginable level.
But these are still done under such a heavy burden.
It is hard to imagine how flexible he would be if he reduced the weight to less than ten kilograms.
Leaving the south gate of Cangcheng, 60 officers and soldiers of the guard company, led by Tang Dao, circled nearly 700 meters and approached the Japanese position from the other side of the wilderness.
During the day, they had already observed the terrain that they had memorized through the telescope, and Tang Dao was at ease under the faint moonlight. It took them only 15 minutes to reach the distance of more than 1 mile.
It is already 3 o'clock in the morning, which is also the time when human beings need deep sleep to repair their physical needs the most.
But Tang Dao still did not rush to attack the seemingly laxly guarded Japanese army.
Lying in the field only 20 meters away from the Japanese sentry, he waited for another 15 minutes.
Not only to observe the situation of the Japanese army's positions, but also to continue waiting, waiting for the Japanese to sleep more soundly.
Those who wake up from sleep may be surprised by their slow reaction.
Until the moment when three Japanese sentries got together and blocked the river breeze blowing ten kilometers away with their bodies, they could light a match and take a puff of cigarette to refresh themselves.
Tang Dao finally moved.
From the perspective of the guard company commander who was only 15 meters behind him, Tang Dao at that time looked like a snake swimming in the field.
Or, a fat four-legged lizard would be more appropriate.
Because he had too much equipment on him, which made his already burly body look a little bloated under the moonlight.
The submachine gun has been slung on his back, the back of the sharp saber is biting in his mouth, and the 38 bayonet with no scabbard is held in his hand. Then he exerts force with his hands and feet, assisting with the strength of his waist and abdomen, and his whole body moves with the force of his waist and abdomen.
It is advancing on the ground at a height of only twenty centimeters.
Three Japanese sentries with their backs to the outside, lighting matches and lighting cigarettes, had no idea that someone would be crawling over from the ground at this moment, and the speed was extremely fast.
Only one of the three cigarettes was lit. The Japanese soldier who took a puff of the cigarette just turned his head. Before he could exhale the blue smoke that circulated in his lungs, the cigarette fell from his mouth to the ground.
Having a mouth with big yellow teeth, it is very open.
Five meters in front of his eyes, a large black shadow suddenly jumped out.
Black occupied his entire field of vision.
It’s like the inner OS of a deer that has just eaten a mouthful of plump and tender water grass, and suddenly looks up, only to find a vicious beast whose face cannot be seen rushing towards it.
Definitely not a tiger.
But Baga, what is this? What is it for?
Thoughts were still swirling in his little head, when Tang Dao stabbed out the Sanba bayonet in Tang Dao's hand, and with just one blow, it penetrated the organ where the cigarette had just fallen.
Who asked him to open his legs so wide, as if, just like Mr. Ozawa's efforts to open his legs, even if he didn't poke him, he would be sorry.
This time it penetrated a little deep, and it wasn't enough to get to the bottom, it also penetrated the brain.
Until this moment, the two Japanese soldiers who had just lowered their heads and lit their cigarettes were startled by the soft sound of the knife making contact with meat, and they subconsciously raised their heads.
Tang Dao, who was still holding the bayonet in his right hand to keep the Japanese infantry from falling, let go of his mouth and dropped his saber. He caught it with his left hand and swung it out suddenly.
“Click!”
A Japanese soldier who just raised his head felt a flash of light, and then he felt the world spinning, as if the world had become 360 degrees without blind spots.
For example, he seemed to see his crotch.
But it was obvious that he was raising his head, not lowering his head!
Where does this perspective come from?
The Japanese soldier's eyes widened suddenly as he thought about that moment a thousand times in his mind. He was filled with worry and thought hard about why his perspective suddenly became so unscientific.
He proved with facts that when a person's head is cut off and there is still blood supply in the head, the brain is still conscious.
Yes, the saber specially made by Fujiwaraichi was so sharp that even Tang Dao was surprised.
He seized this saber, which left no gap in the cavalry fight, originally just thinking that "the thief will never miss the mark". It looked like the shape of the knife was good, and he would give it as a gift to Lei Xiong or Leng Feng who like cold weapons in the future.
Time was tight and he was not given a chance to test the sword, so he just put the sword on his back when he planned to carry out a night attack.
Tang Dao didn't know that the Fujiwara family had put a lot of effort into its equipment for Fujiwaraichi. Not to mention that the war horse was a top-notch horse, but the saber in his hand cost countless people.
Built for 10,000 yen.
The yen of this era is not just lunch money in the future. Thousands of yen will be just lunch money. The annual salary of a Japanese army general is only 6,600 yen. As for the lowest-ranking private in the Japanese army, the annual salary is a pitiful 72 yen.
With such purchasing power, a saber that cost tens of thousands of yen to make clearly shows the huge investment.
Where there is input, there must be output. In order to make it easier to chop immediately, this saber is imitated from the horizontal sword of the ancient Tang Dynasty in China. Instead of using a curved samurai sword, it is completely made according to the refining method of the ancient horizontal sword stolen from the Tang Dynasty in China.
Made.
The pinnacle cold weapon in ancient China was developed after the Eastern Han Dynasty's steel-making and partial quenching techniques, coupled with the techniques of covering the earth, burning the blade, and covering the steel with steel. The blade is edged on one side and the back of the blade is tough enough to split heavy armor.
Let alone in this day and age.
A knife imitating the technology of the Chinese ancestors, which the Japanese spent a lot of money on, showed amazing destructive power under the sudden swing of the Tang knife, cutting off the Japanese soldier's head in one fell swoop.
Because the cut was so clean and neat, the Japanese soldier's fallen head was still thinking for several seconds.
Relatively speaking, he was lucky, at least he died in confusion.
And his last companion was the one who truly died of fear.
The fear that his companion lost his head and fell at his feet made the Japanese soldier subconsciously open his mouth and scream in surprise. He just opened his big mouth.
A stream of warm liquid burst out from under the hood, and the open mouth was filled with the smelly warmth.
As soon as he realized it, this was blood spurting from his companion's neck. The moment he tried desperately to spit it out, the saber that had just taken his companion's life flashed again, and with a flick in the opposite direction, he directly tore his head from his hard jaw.
With the bone facing up, cut off half of it.
Perhaps because only part of the blade was used, half of the head that was about to fall off was stuck to the scalp and hung down on the other half of the face, trembling slightly as the Japanese soldiers subconsciously vomited.
That bloody and cruel scene almost made the nearest capable guard company commander vomit.
At this point, he was convinced that he, who had learned the "Eight Breaking Blades" from the Northwest Army, could not survive three moves under Tang Dao who killed three Japanese soldiers in a row.
That's it, it's still a head-on battle.
If it was a sneak attack, I'm afraid he wouldn't be much better than these three Japanese soldiers.
By this time, all three Japanese soldiers were dead, and a dull sound could be heard in the darkness from the bodies of the fallen Japanese soldiers.
It was heard far away in the otherwise silent night.
However, no Japanese troops were alerted.
They are too tired.
We marched for a whole day from early morning to dusk, and fought two more battles with the Chinese. Were they not iron men?
Maybe even if Mr. Ozawa is panting next to them at this moment, expecting them to give him a poke, they just think it is just a dream!
Tang Dao waved his hand coldly, and the guard company commander fired a signal bomb into the sky.
Scattered in front of the 500-meter long Japanese army position, 60 dark blue men with white towels wrapped around their necks, in groups of 5, either had two shell guns and three submachine guns, or three shell guns and two submachine guns, and ran towards the Japanese position.
