Rise from eight hundred

Chapter 97 The Devil's Means
Because the two Chinese commanders were too far apart, they only saw the flames soaring into the sky, but did not know what happened.

But the Japanese army was much closer, but at a distance of 200 meters, the flames were so hot and so bright that one could have a panoramic view of everything that happened on the battlefield.

Captain Naoo Matsumoto's eyes burned for the third time before this dawn.

The first time was the explosion of a grenade on one's own position. The red light from the explosive was only fleeting, but it was already very painful to the pupils.

The second time, it was a trench stained with blood.

Before giving the order to hunt down the attacker, the heart-wrenching howl of a soldier [-] meters away did not attract his attention. He just ordered the signal soldier to shut up the sand sculpture.

And when the captain of the Japanese army, who finally vacated the space, arrived at the scene, he finally understood why the soldier kneeling in the mud like a sculpture was crying like a fool.

Across the long distance, a strong smell of blood rushed into the nose of the Japanese captain.

It was the smell of blood.

It's just, how much blood does it take to transmit this smell across such a distant space!

The closer the distance, the heart of the Japanese captain kept sinking.

The increasing stench of blood made him think he was heading for a slaughterhouse instead of the trenches of his 2nd Infantry Squad.

When he stood beside the private who was kneeling on the ground and buried his face in the muddy water, he was crying like a wraith, and he looked out through the afterglow of the flare not far away. The Japanese captain finally knew what had knocked down his warriors. .

Even if he is just a second class soldier.

Even he wanted to kneel down.

The entire 30-meter-long trench was full of blood and corpses that were still flowing.

An infantry detachment, except for the privates who were still kneeling on the ground, all lay quietly in the trenches.

A total of 14 people, from the sergeant to the second-class soldier, just pull down one.

They were visited by the devil in their sleep, that must be the case.

Approaching slowly, you can clearly see that most of the people's faces are hideous.

The captain of the Japanese army believed that they must be in pain at the moment of death.

However, why didn't you resist, why didn't you even make a sound of unwillingness to go to the last moment of death?Did the devil grab them by the throat?
You don't need to look at the group of three sentries set up by the 2nd Infantry Squad more than [-] meters away. The Japanese captain knew that since the devil visited this position and slaughtered an entire infantry squad, the three sentinels must be doomed. .

Desperately suppressing his inner grief and fear, the Japanese captain's increasingly heavy leather boots were stained with red mud.

That's because the blood of 14 people mixed with muddy water had softened the mud in the trenches.

Instead of trying to find anyone alive, the 2nd Lieutenant Squad Leader of Squad [-] behind him had confirmed that they were all dead.

The cause of death was surprisingly consistent. The stab wounds and the stab wounds from the [-]-style bayonet were all stabbed in the heart and killed with one stab.

Nao Matsumoto can completely imagine the tragic situation ten minutes ago. The Chinese demon who sneaked into this trench is like the Chinese who kill the New Year pig, covering the mouths of his soldiers with one hand and holding the captured weapons from his own army with the other. The sharp blade stabbed into the heart, and then, let the body struggle and twist, waiting for the heart to lose blood supply, the soldier who completely lost his strength could only fall into a coma, and then die silently.

One by one, until everyone in the trenches died.

There is no need to think about the despair of the deceased at the last moment of their lives. Just by looking at the fearful eyes of the people around him, the captain of the Japanese army knows that the courage of the warriors who were once full of confidence in the empire is greatly fading.

It's really cruel!
"Devil! He is a devil!" The Japanese recruit who had been kneeling in the mud finally held his face and cried loudly. "I want to go home!"

The mentality of the recruits has completely collapsed.

The enraged Japanese captain was about to pull out a pistol to kill the fragile second class, but he finally gave up.

It's not for the maintenance of his subordinates, but Nao Matsumoto doesn't want another death toll in the battle report tonight.

Too many people have died.

But many things are not what you don't want to do, and the darkness before dawn is destined to be a nightmare for poor Captain Naoo Matsumoto.

With their lieutenant squadron deputy and the second lieutenant team leader of the 2nd team, the three quickly found three sentries more than [-] meters away.

The two corpses with steel helmets and their heads leaned against the low wall. From a distance, everything seemed to be normal, but only when they got closer would they find out. That was because of the effect of the Type [-] rifle.

The sharp bayonet was pierced from the neck into the back of the head, and their own rifles became a corpse support that supported them even if they died.

The dark shadow cast by the strange figure on the low wall in the firelight swaying in the bonfire wind is like a shadow puppet show being staged, making people who see this scene chilled.

More of a humiliation, of course.

Whether it's the tragic scene in the trenches or the weirdness here, it's the gauntlet left by that damn Chinese.

"Baga! Baga!" The lieutenant and squadron deputy pulled out his command knife and strode over, trying his best to roar and smash the low wall frantically.

As if, that is the Chinese devil.

Naoo Matsumoto looked numbly a few meters away until he was thrown to the ground by the scream of the second lieutenant beside him.

Then, the Japanese captain who was stunned only heard a terrible bang.

When he looked up blankly.

Smoke filled the air.

After a few seconds, the low wall was gone, the 'shadow play' was gone, and the lieutenant and squadron mate who was under his command, who was still imposing just now, was gone.

The power of the two grenades buried under the wall may not be enough to tear the human body into pieces flying around, but there is no problem with blowing it up.

A person whose anger can be compared to the eruption of Mount Fuji, how could he pay attention to the faintly scattered green smoke under his feet?

Perhaps it was the calm Japanese second lieutenant who heard the rustling of the leads. Otherwise, Captain Naoo Matsumoto would not have to worry about the number of casualties in his infantry squadron.

He will also be on this list.

If you don't want to increase the number, you can only +1 again.

Perhaps, only the second lieutenant of the 2nd Squadron was not in pure grief. Even though his casualties were approaching 20, but the squadron lieutenant was gone, he also rescued the lieutenant. Eight or nine are his.

Especially when seeing the flames skyrocketing outside the battlefield a few minutes later.

The casualties of the 3rd Infantry Squad, right before his eyes, arrived.

It was a mixed blessing!
But this emotion must not be known by his sluggish immediate boss.

Yes, when the captain of the Japanese army, who had worked hard for a long time to accept the fact that his subordinates had suffered heavy casualties, looked at the distant battlefield, the grief he had been suppressing was finally uncontrollable.

Two tear stains, through the edge of the binoculars placed in front of the captain's eyes, ran down his cheeks unscrupulously.

That Chinese demon actually has even more terrifying demon methods.

(End of this chapter)