Rise from eight hundred

Chapter 2 Veteran Oil
Two hours before the evening, although Tang Dao did not move his body, he had already observed the surroundings of the Sixing Warehouse very clearly, and he had even determined the route that the Japanese army would attack tomorrow.

Until night comes.

Under the moonlight, Tang Dao watched from a distance that the emaciated commander instructed the soldiers to file into the four-row warehouse, instructed the soldiers to lay mines in the ruins outside the warehouse, and put sand at the door of the warehouse. Build fortifications.
Until, they sent scouts to scout the surrounding ruins.

Tang Dao took a deep breath. He knew that the opportunity to approach them had finally come.

Tang Dao is very clear, even if he is wearing the uniform of the 26th Division of the Sichuan Army, if he rushes out and asks to join, the only result will be to be treated as a deserter and rectify the law on the spot.

The reason is very simple. A soldier who has not retreated and stayed on the battlefield and is still in good health can only be a deserter or a descendant.

Possessing a full set of German equipment and equipment is known as the most elite infantry division in China with the most disciplined military, and at this point in time, who else can you expect to bother to verify your origins?

Killing with one shot is the most worry-free.

The sound of Shasha's footsteps was getting closer and closer, and Tang Dao still maintained his position until a gun hit the back of his head.

A rude voice sounded: "You bastard, are you addicted to pretending to be dead? Get up for Lao Tzu, or Lao Tzu will give you a shot so that you don't have to play hard in the future."

Tang Dao didn't move, until the barrel of the gun stabbed mercilessly, pressing his face to the ground, and then slowly raised his hands.

A rude laughter sounded behind him: "How is it? Xiaoshanzi, I just said that this coward is pretending to be dead!"

"Brother Jiujin, how did you see it?" Another voice that looked younger asked curiously.

"If you want to survive on the battlefield of the dog days, you have to see more and use your brain." The rough voice said with a slightly instructive tone:
"Look at this coward, although he was ruthless and lay motionless in the mud, but he was doing things behind his back. What does that mean?"

"It means that he subconsciously chooses where to work when he is lying down?" The young voice was a little uncertain about his answer?

"That's just one of them," replied the rough voice. "The most important thing is to show that he has a body temperature"

"I see, he dried the clothes." The young voice suddenly realized.

The barrel behind Tang Dao's neck moved slightly behind him, which signaled Tang Dao to stand up.

Still holding his hands up, Tang Dao slowly got up and turned around.

An old soldier who was wearing a steel helmet diagonally, was not tall, and had a thin but fierce face was looking at him with disdain. Standing beside him was a young soldier in his 20s with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Judging by the rank on their collar, the soldier in his late 30s was just a sergeant, obviously a veteran.

However, from what he said just now, his power of observation and judgment is not weak, which is one of the reasons why he was able to survive the continuous battle of Songhu.

And young soldiers in their 20s are already high-ranking soldiers, only two grades worse than veteran Youzi, which is obviously more recognized by the superior.

The two guns were pointed at Tang Dao, but neither of them was tall. They were half a head shorter in front of Tang Dao who was 1.8 meters tall.

"Guri's Bai has grown so big, what a coward!" Veteran Youzi obviously felt the pressure in front of Tang Dao's taller figure than ordinary people in this era, and the corner of his mouth scolded slightly.

"Take me to see your Chief Xie!" Tang Dao said straight to the point.

"You yawn like a toad, your tone is so big! You want to see our regiment?" The old soldier was extremely disdainful at first, but suddenly his face tightened, and he straightened the muzzle that had been lowered slightly.

"Who are you? How do you know our chief's surname is Xie?"

The 524st Battalion of the 1th Regiment was instructed to station the Sixing Warehouse, which was a secret military operation. Not to mention the Japanese who were still advancing towards Songhu City did not know it, nor did the Westerners in the opposite concession, even all the officers and soldiers of the 1st Battalion. I didn't know what I was going to do until I entered the Sixing warehouse 20 minutes ago.

But this cowardly egg who had been hiding in the ruins and pretending to be a corpse in front of him actually knew the surname of the highest officer in his family, and it was strange that the veteran soldier who was still thinking carefully did not explode like a cat whose tail was trampled on at this moment.

However, his reaction was obviously still a little slow. Just as the muzzle was raised, Tang Dao's left hand poked out like lightning, and while twisting the muzzle, he deceived himself in. Inserting the trigger at the moment when he was about to pull the trigger decisively, he couldn't pull it any longer.

This wasn't the real reason why the veteran Youzi suddenly froze, but a sharp wooden stick was abruptly pressed against his chin, and the other end was naturally in the hands of the young man he called a coward.

The whole process is very tedious, but in fact it will never take more than one second. It was not until this moment that the senior soldier on the side reacted.

"You dare!" The senior soldier roared and pointed the flat end of his rifle at Tang Dao, who had already thrown himself into the arms of the veteran Youzi.

Tang Dao didn't seem to see him, but looked at the veteran soldier Youzi whose complexion had changed greatly, grinned slightly, revealing his mouth full of white teeth, and with his dark but handsome face, he looked very sunny, and his tone was also Incredibly gentle:
"Guess, can I stab this wood through your fairly tender skin before he shoots us both through with that shot?"

Veteran Youzi was so terrified that his hair stood on end.

No need to guess, he also knew that the tree stick that had been sharpened could not only easily pierce the chin, but also inserted into the brain without any hindrance.

There is a hard heavenly cover on the skull to protect it, but there are no such things in it.

And that young man, although he was laughing, but with the intuition he had cultivated in the army for more than ten years, the veteran Youzi dared to conclude that he would definitely do this before the gunshot.

Maybe, he will die, but he will definitely die worse.

Especially when he thought that his brain would be turned into a paste by a wooden stick, sweat dripped down the veteran's face.

Then, in the next moment, I saw the 'cowardly egg' Shi Shiran throw away the stick, took his hand from the trigger, stepped back and stood in front of his gun, his smile undiminished as he looked at the superior soldier:

"Soldier, you forgot to open your insurance!"

This is a lunatic!
This is no longer self-confidence, but conceit.

He was so conceited that he could still kill the enemy the moment he pulled the trigger.

But the scary thing is that the veteran oil child's intuition tells him that he can.

Even if he is less than half a meter away from the muzzle of his gun, even if he has nothing in his hand.

Looking at the man in the Sichuan Army uniform, veteran Youzi still held the gun firmly in his hand, but perhaps only he knew that his palm was already covered with greasy sweat. It was the 200 caliber Japanese army he faced in the trenches. Naval guns have never been so fearful of physical manifestations.

"Now, we can have a good talk!" Tang Dao's face was indifferent.

"You can still suspect that I'm a deserter, but you don't have to suspect that I'm a Japanese who is a turtle son. I'm a Japanese man who can learn Northeastern dialect, and a Japanese immortal can learn my Sichuanese dialect!"

Veteran Youzi and Senior Soldier's face twitched slightly, not because Tang Dao suddenly burst out with familiar Sichuan sounds, but because the reason he said was really irrefutable.

The muzzles of the two men lowered subconsciously.

(End of this chapter)