Chapter 727 The silver carp whose destiny is choked
Both the security platoon soldiers who were familiar with hammers and Fang Shiheng were extremely nervous at this moment.
Although Hammer also has actual combat experience of hunting small wild boars, in terms of size and weight, the Wolf Green Dog has an absolute advantage.
Moreover, the Wolf Blue Dog can become a special military dog of the Japanese Army, but it is not a fuel-saving lamp.
This kind of dog is not an original breed in Japan, but a cross between a German Shepherd and a Japanese fighting dog. It has the intelligence and strength of the German Shepherd and the ferocious and bloodthirsty traits of the fighting dog.
In the Northeast, the Kwantung Army even cruelly used living people to train the aggression of the Wolf Blue Dog. The Wolf Blue Dog also lived up to the trust of the Japanese Army and became their best helper in hunting.
But in fact, the main occupation of the Wolf Blue Dog is not to fight and kill people. With the Japanese people's "eyes fixed and finger-sucking" nature of picking and urinating, if there are planes and cannons to kill people, they will do this kind of useless work.
The Wolf Blue Dog, which took a lot of time and money to breed, is mainly used for tracking and communication. Therefore, the physique of this dog breed is not as strong as the German Shepherd Dog, but is more slender and taller.
It has four slender legs, which is its advantage when it comes to running, but when it comes to fighting, its height is a flaw.
During the war, in order to deal with this cruel wolf dog, the Chinese army specifically looked for a short-legged native dog called the "Bench Dog" from Jiangsu and Zhejiang based on its weaknesses. This dog breed is also ferocious and aggressive, and especially likes to take advantage of it.
His stocky figure bites the dog's throat.
The trained Chinese native dogs met Lang Qing on the battlefield, and the Lang Qing dog almost failed to win.
The reason why 'Hammer' was named Hammer by Tang Dao is actually related to its figure. Although it was very thin at the time, its frame was wide and its four legs were also very strong. Tang Dao instinctively thought that it would eat well, drink well and grow well.
Looks fat and strong.
Perhaps Hammer, who possesses the "bench dog" gene, is considered a big dog among Chinese garden dogs, but compared with the Wolf Green Dog, which is nearly one meter tall, it is half a head shorter.
Therefore, the Wolf Blue Dog can easily lower its head and bite the hammer's neck.
But Wolf Green Dog underestimated the intelligence of the Chinese native dog that was about to be bitten on the neck. From the moment the two dogs collided, it was deceived by the hammer.
As a result, the soldiers, who were horrified but unable to do anything, saw such a scene.
Just as the wolf green dog bit down with a bloody mouth, the hammer that jumped forward suddenly exerted force on its four legs and suddenly 'braked'!
The big mouth of the Wolf Blue Dog bit nothing, but the sharp canine teeth finally paid off. The three centimeter-long canine teeth scratched the hammer's cheek, leaving a deep blood mark.
But compared to the previous fatal wound that was about to be bitten on the neck, this injury was absolutely nothing. The tense minds of the soldiers watching the battle relaxed slightly.
The next moment, the dog's face was already dripping with blood. The hammer suddenly turned its head, stretched its legs upward, and bit the tall wolf green dog in the neck.
This must be the legendary carbine! Fang Shiheng and the soldiers opened their mouths in disbelief.
Once a dog becomes smart, nothing will happen to him?
This was a critical point. The Wolf Green Dog who was suddenly attacked was so frightened that he rolled over on the spot with the hammer. His four claws scratched the hammer's body desperately in an attempt to pull the insidious opponent away from him.
But Hammer had been searching for a long time and was even willing to take the risk and give up the initiative to get such a fatal blow. How could he give up so easily? No matter how the Wolf Green Dog rolled over, or the dog's sharp claws digging at him.
Mao Zhifei means that he is determined to hold on to the green mountain and will not let go, firmly biting the neck of the wolf and green dog.
Dogs, like people, need to transport oxygen from the trachea to the lungs. The wolf green dog that was bitten in the trachea and arteries had limited access to oxygen, and struggled so violently, which undoubtedly consumed a large amount of the originally small amount of oxygen in the body, and even more severely affected the body.
It plunges into the abyss of death.
Within a minute, the Wolf Blue Dog's struggle gradually became calmer, but the hammer still held on tightly. It wasn't until two minutes later that the Wolf Blue Dog's huge body fell completely silent, and then it let go of its mouth.
Shaking the hair all over his body, he glanced coldly at his opponent who was already dead in his mouth, turned his gaze to the soldiers who were looking at him with concern, grinned, stuck out his long tongue, and wagged his tail slightly.
It seems as if he is saying to these soldiers: Look, I am doing a good job!
Gouzi was showing off his victory to his comrades, but the sun shone on this Chinese native dog, which had a lot of bald hair and blood on its face but was extremely proud.
"Really, it is a warrior! Our Chinese warrior! I see bravery, wisdom and strength in it!" This was Fang Shiheng's summary of a dog at the subsequent battlefield summary meeting.
Undoubtedly, such a hammer deserves such praise!
No matter what a native dog is, as long as they dare to fight, a wolf dog will kill them just as well.
This is quite similar to the villagers who are risking their lives to fight the Japanese army on this battlefield.
Although they paid a heavy price, they almost wiped out half of the Japanese infantry squad.
Of course, if the two snipers hadn't killed the Japanese machine gunners first, the dozens of Chinese soldiers rushing in at high speed on the periphery took up most of the energy of the Japanese infantry. No matter how brave or superb they were, they would never be where they are now.
The results of the battle.
But the main reason that determines the final victory of the battle is the courage to fight back. Without their almost decisive blow, Lao Hei's guard platoon and Gu Xishui's special operations team would have to annihilate all the Japanese troops here.
Pay a small price.
It is the soldiers themselves who determine the victory of the war. Looking at the hammer standing next to their victory despite being covered in scars, the soldiers in the guard platoon obviously have a deeper understanding of what Tang Dao often said.
Lao Hei and other soldiers had no time to pay attention to the battlefield over there. His main focus was on Okamoto Asahiro, who was surrounded by people and still clutched his samurai sword.
Seeing the heavily armed Chinese soldiers rushing over and the Chinese villagers staring at him with red eyes, Okamoto Asahiro knew that he was absolutely unlucky.
But he must die like a warrior, rather than being killed by the Chinese without any resistance, especially not at the hands of the villagers.
"Who dares to fight me?" Okamoto Asahiro held a knife in both hands and pointed at the crowd fiercely.
A burst of bravery rushed to his face.
However, his slightly trembling legs still betrayed him. The fear of death made his heart not as strong as it seemed.
"Want to die gloriously?" Lao Hei sneered disdainfully.
Okamoto Asahiro used all his strength to hold the handle of the knife, trying his best to get rid of the fear of death, and fixed his eyes firmly on the Chinese soldier who was speaking.
The Chinese always have the highest status to speak first, and with several Chinese soldiers around him, Japanese Army Commander Cao was sure that Lao Hei was their commander.
If they can kill their commander before dying, it will be a good thing.
"Then I can't do what you want!" Lao Hei's next words made Asahiro Okamoto's heart feel like it was falling into an ice cellar.
"Baga! Coward!" Okamoto Asahiro was scolding and suddenly rushed forward.
The sharp tip of the knife was pointed directly at Lao Hei, who was holding a gun with one hand but not in a fighting posture.
Okamoto Asahiro's steps were not big, but his steps were extremely fast. In just two seconds, his knife could penetrate the chest of Lao Hei, who was six meters away from him.
This is a very typical situation where a trapped animal still fights, but it is very dangerous.
Several villagers with some fighting experience changed their colors and dispersed one after another.
A gap suddenly appeared in the extremely tight encirclement just now, and a hint of joy flashed in Okamoto's eyes.
This is exactly the result he wanted.
From the despair at the beginning to the seemingly desperate fight to protect the honor of the Imperial Japanese Army, it was actually just part of the plan he decided on in a flash of lightning.
From the beginning of the siege, this Japanese veteran never thought about death, he wanted to live.
He knew that with the way he had just killed three Chinese villagers in a row, even if he surrendered, those red-eyed Chinese villagers who dared to trade their lives would not spare him.
All opportunities for life must be fought for by himself.
Therefore, he took the lead in attacking, using his blade to temporarily push back the Chinese, revealing the target he saw behind the gap in the encirclement.
Yes, it would be useless if there were gaps in the encirclement. They were all Chinese here and he couldn't escape far. But there was a young Chinese woman behind the encirclement. Taking that Chinese woman hostage was his only chance of survival.
The current situation is all in his plan, only the last piece of the puzzle is missing.
He was waiting for the black-faced soldier opposite to take his shot.
As long as Lao Hei used his gun to block or counterattack, he would use this move to jump out of the gap and place the knife on the neck of the young Chinese woman who should have been frightened.
The Chinese villagers instinctively avoided the attack, but Okamoto Tobahiro believed that the Chinese commander would not retreat. Faced with such a quick attack from him, he had to and could only fight back.
Eighty percent of his escape plan was completed, only the last move was left.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.
Awakened Okamoto Asahiro from his sweet dream.
The Chinese not only have bayonets, but also guns and all kinds of guns.
This Chinese army is definitely the elite of the elite. Not only are they equipped with Type 38 rifles, some also carry submachine guns on their backs, and some have shell guns hanging on their waists.
A sharp pain hit him. As Okamoto was struggling to move forward, his legs weakened and he rolled on the ground several times. He raised his head and looked desperately at Lao Hei, who had not moved.
A soldier beside him held a rifle in his hand, with light smoke coming out of the muzzle.
Obviously, from the beginning, the Chinese had no intention of playing with him about warrior honor. They had enough guns to beat him into a honeycomb.
Although he knew that it was almost impossible for him to get the real answer, after looking at the bullet hole in his thigh, the Japanese Army Commander Cao still asked unwillingly: "Why?"
"Bang!" He was answered by another gunshot.
It was the Chinese soldier who fired.
This shot hit Okamoto Asahiro's wrist.
The katana that I was reluctant to throw away when I rolled over finally fell into the dust.
Then, a soldier stepped forward with a rifle and slammed the butt of the rifle, knocking Okamoto Asahiro to the ground who was sweating profusely in pain. He fumbled around his waist for a while and found no grenade, then rushed forward and looked at him coldly.
Lao Hei, his prey, nodded to indicate that the danger was completely over.
"You bitch, I'm going to kill you!" A villager in his 30s rushed up with a stick and aimed it at Okamoto, who was already sweating in pain.
Several sensible villagers stopped him and said, "Don't be impulsive, old man. It's always useful for the bosses to keep him alive. It's not too late to kill him after the bosses finish asking questions."
"Haha! A small squad leader of the Japanese army is useless. If I don't kill him, I'm just." Lao Hei, who felt very happy after witnessing the complete annihilation of the Japanese army, smiled slightly.
In my heart, I have an even fonder impression of the people in this small village.
Not only are the entire village strong enough, but these farmers are also quite discerning.
"I am the squad leader!" Okamoto Asahiro looked at Lao Hei, weakly but eagerly announcing his military position.
Not only did this Chinese soldier cut off his escape route in an extremely ruthless manner, but now he also wanted to strip him of his last trace of honor? This was something that Okamoto Asahiro, who had finally reached this position with great difficulty, could not bear it.
Of course, what's more important than shame is that an infantry squad leader is useless, but what about a second lieutenant-level squad leader? Maybe the Chinese need intelligence? Then wouldn't he be useful?
A person's life must have value, and value may also keep a person alive.
"Haha! Really? I didn't expect it to be the squad leader!" Lao Hei couldn't help laughing, strode forward and stepped on Okamoto Asahiro's chest, but the next words made Okamoto Asahiro feel like
Fall into the abyss.
"Then my brother should be lucky. I think back when I killed the Japs for the first time, I only killed a first-class soldier. Tsk tsk! Now I can kill a second lieutenant on my first battlefield. This bragging will last a lifetime."
"Baga!" Okamoto Asahiro almost lost a mouthful of blood.
It was not the ruthless Chinese soldiers who made me angry, but the big foot that stepped on me alive.
With his thick and powerful thighs and the weight of an adult, at least more than 100 kilograms of force were pressed on his chest, making him almost breathless. At this time, Okamoto Asahiro no longer thought about whether he could survive.
But I just want to take a good breath of air.
Therefore, he could only struggle, but one leg could no longer move. He only had one intact hand and an injured hand to pull Lao Hei's leg. It was obviously not a lack of strength, but several.
The once strong body could only twist helplessly under Lao Hei's feet, like a silver carp whose destiny was choked.
It's so embarrassing and heartbreaking.
But no one showed mercy.
If you want to prey on others, you must have the consciousness of being treated as a fish on the chopping board.
The Chinese are most particular about cause and effect, and it is indeed retribution.
Seeing this situation, the muscles on the faces of several strong men twitched, and they wanted to laugh.
The Japanese who seemed to dominate everything a quarter of an hour ago also have today.
However, I couldn't help but laugh. At least twenty people in the whole village died for this scene. The price was so high that it made people feel nothing but distress.
Big tears rolled down the faces of several strong men.
Fang Shiheng was called over by the soldiers.
He kicked over Okamoto Asahiro who was already being stepped on and rolled his eyes. Lao Hei pointed at the Japanese Army Chief Cao who was already furious at his feet: "Come on, give your son a chance to exercise and kill him. As you today
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"Kill the prisoners?" Fang Shiheng's eyes suddenly froze.
"Prisoner?" Lao Hei's mouth curved with a sneer. "Prisoner is a term for defeated soldiers, but you, a great talent, also saw what happened just now. He killed civilians, and he is still qualified to be called a soldier.
Or is he still a human being? What qualifications does a beast have to be called a prisoner?"
Fang Shiheng could not refute.
But looking at the human body hanging with only half a breath, this passionate young man could not stab the knife in his hand after all.
Reason told him that Old Hei's platoon leader was right. The man in front of him was just a beast, but even if he was a beast, he had lost the ability to resist. Stabbing him to death was really beyond his bottom line.
For a moment, China's proud man stood there stunned as heaven and man were at war in his heart.
"Coward, you don't even dare to kill a beast, why do you tell the commander to die? Do you dare to die? Don't dare, you scholars are just talking." Lao Hei glanced at the stunned people with disdain.
Fang Shiheng.
Then, he looked at the eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl standing over there holding a gun in her hand, "Girl, can I leave it to you?"
The girl's face was covered with tears, but she nodded extremely firmly.
"Ah!" Okamoto Asahiro screamed.
After all, women are weak, the bayonet cannot penetrate deeply, and the location where it is stabbed is not critical, but that doesn't matter. If you can't kill it with one knife, then kill it with a few more. The Japanese Army Cao Changsheng woke up from the coma in severe pain.
He kept screaming until there was silence.
Perhaps Okamoto Tobahiro never dreamed that being killed directly would be an extremely happy thing. Even the subordinate whose intestines were bitten off by the Chinese died more swiftly than him.
Blood kept splattering on the body and face of the proud man whose face was as pale as paper.
This time, death was even closer, less than one meter away from him.
It turns out that it is so cruel!
The smell of blood and the stench of death filled his nose.
Finally, the hot-blooded young man who was clamoring to die could no longer bear it, leaned down and started vomiting violently...
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