Chapter 12 Appointment

"Boom!" A loud noise.

The charge of a German-made long wooden-handled grenade is twice that of a Japanese melon grenade. Although it is black explosive instead of the more powerful TNT in the future, five grenades tied together are enough to blow up the tracks of a Japanese Type 89 medium tank.

In the battlefield of the Battle of Shanghai, Chinese soldiers tied five or six grenades and drilled into the bottom of the tank, playing the tactic of dying together. It was effective repeatedly, not only showing the determination of the Chinese people to defend their country, but also proving the strength of this long wooden-handled grenade.

That was the most powerful heavy weapon that Chinese soldiers could show off at that time.

Two grenades tied together can blow up even a cow.

And the Japanese sergeant's more than 100 kilograms is at best a pig.

The Japanese sergeant's solid body was instantly thrown four or five meters by the shock wave, and fell directly in front of the two machine gunners who were covered in blood and completely stunned by the wood chips and shrapnel. The 90-type steel helmet was crooked and deflated on the ground, spinning like a postmodern gyroscope.

The Japanese machine gun deputy gunner who escaped by chance because the main gunner blocked the knife in front was really stupid and confused.

He had never experienced such a battle. He could still be bombed in his own position? How did the Chinese throw the grenade? Wall-penetrating technique?

The reason is simple. This is their position, but it is Chinese territory!

Tang Dao had already set up a booby trap in the corner. No one would be interested in a pile of broken furniture, especially when planning to rest.

However, at the moment of dodging the bullet, no one would care whether it was dirty or smelly.

Of course, the quick-witted Japanese sergeant was definitely not the most unlucky one.

The machine gunner, who was only four meters away from him, was covered with sawdust and was hit by shrapnel like a leather bag with holes everywhere. He could only twitch on the ground to struggle for his life. After all, they were roommates, and they shared happiness and difficulties, right?

The two grenade throwers in another room who were also leaning against the wall waiting for the fighter plane were the most unlucky.

The exploded brick wall directly blew the two out of the small building. They played high platform diving. If they were not killed by the explosion, they would probably fall to death.

They did nothing, but were dragged by their own sergeant to play mahjong with Amaterasu Omikami. There were exactly four of them, and one table was full.

For the only Japanese machine gun deputy gunner who still had all his parts intact, what could he do?

Nothing else, just run away.

It’s not that the imperial army is too cowardly, it’s just that the opponent is too strong.

A small team of 15 people, just over 20 minutes, 14 were killed like this. If he doesn’t run away, will the Chinese come and twist his neck like killing a chicken?

After being stunned for a few seconds, this colleague who cast a "help" look at him without even looking at him, jumped down from the damaged building and ran along the street in the direction he came from. He was decisive enough.

The enemy had already shown his strength. Every second he stayed would be more dangerous. No matter how accurate his shooting skills were, his hit rate might not exceed 50% in such a dim environment.

It must be said that this Japanese soldier had a clear mind.

But a clear mind did not mean that he could escape death.

In the distance, Tang Dao, looking at the fireworks erupting from the small building and the two human bodies being thrown out, slowly stood up from the ruins with a cold look in his eyes.

"Bang!" With a gunshot, the Japanese soldier who was running wildly fell headfirst.

Although the figures of the Japanese soldiers running wildly could hardly be seen in such a night, the Japanese soldiers were too obsessed with escaping back to their headquarters. The direction of the street was completely in Tang Dao's mind. Coupled with the heavy footsteps of the Japanese soldiers' heavy leather boots, Tang Dao fired a shot similar to a blind sniper.

The odds were 50-50, but unfortunately for the Japanese, Tang Dao's luck was obviously better than his.

So he died.

Ten minutes later, Tang Dao, who was standing in the Sihang Warehouse holding a wounded dog, was scanned by more than a dozen horrified eyes, but he was calm.

Veteran Li Jiujin and Yang Xiaoshan did not run too far. They went around a long circle and returned to the battlefield, but when they returned, the battle was over.

The Tang Dao they saw at that time was just like now, holding a wounded wild dog, carrying a gun and standing in the shadow of the ruins waiting for them to arrive.

All fifteen members of the Japanese squad were dead, no, it should be said that there was still one who was breathing. The four Japanese soldiers in the small building were all dead because of the explosion of two grenades, but there was actually a Japanese soldier who survived in the small yard.

The Japanese soldier who was hit by the shock wave of the booby trap under the corpse was so lucky this time that three consecutive grenades exploded in the yard, but he did not suffer secondary damage.

However, when Tang Dao, holding the wild dog, stepped into the courtyard again with two soldiers, he saw the begging eyes of the Japanese soldier who could no longer move, frowned slightly, stepped out, stepped on the Japanese soldier's neck, and exerted force mercilessly, "Crack!" The cervical vertebrae were broken, and the Japanese soldier's hope was dimmed.

Facing the unbearable flash in the eyes of the two soldiers, Tang Dao, who knew the cruelty of the Japanese invaders in the future, said coldly: "Compassion is for people, not for beasts."

Tang Dao, holding a wounded wild dog, but ruthlessly stepped on the wounded Japanese soldier like stepping on an ant, which was undoubtedly extremely contradictory.

But it was so cool.

Not to mention the corporal who had long been his fan, even the veteran Li Jiujin was in awe at that moment.

A Japanese squad of fifteen soldiers was wiped out by him alone in less than twenty minutes. Moreover, he only fired three shots and used three grenades in the whole process. If this is not a killing god, what is it?

Not to mention the old soldiers, even the lieutenant colonel who had been calm after listening to the report of the two soldiers showed a look of surprise on his face.

As a commander, he knew that the key to Tang Dao killing these fifteen Japanese soldiers was not how good he was in cold weapon combat or how awesome his marksmanship was, but tactics and a calm mind.

Whether Tang Dao used wild dogs as bait to lure the Japanese to the courtyard, or Tang Dao made a feint to the east and attacked the west to let the Japanese fire flares so that he could clearly see the hiding place of the Japanese, or Tang Dao predicted and buried booby traps in advance according to the shape of the ruins, all showed his superior or even several times better mind.

Although Tang Dao's command ability in positional warfare is still unknown, in this small-scale sneak attack, the lieutenant colonel of the army really couldn't think of anyone he had ever seen who could match him.

It is not clear what the purpose of this sergeant named Tang Dao is here, but the lieutenant colonel of the army can be sure that he is Chinese, a Chinese, and a Chinese who is willing to kill Japanese pirates.

This is enough.

"Okay! From now on, you are a soldier of my 524th Regiment." The lieutenant colonel of the army nodded. "Fifteen Japanese heads can be promoted to a higher rank according to military merit. The company commander Shangguan also wants you to go to him, so you can go to his company to temporarily take over the position of the third platoon leader."

Lei Xiong, who was in the machine gun company on the side, wanted to speak, but was stopped by a glare from the major on the side. Lei Xiong thought so too. How could the deputy commander of the regiment let such a powerful guy play with machine guns in the back? He must use the good steel on the blade. The first company is the best place for him.

The appointment of the lieutenant colonel of the army was well-made. No matter how powerful Tang Dao was, he was an outsider after all. The second lieutenant platoon leader of the third platoon of the company died the day before yesterday. There were several people waiting to take the position of platoon leader. It was inevitable that some people would feel dissatisfied when Tang Dao, an outsider, took that position directly.

But the lieutenant colonel of the army took out 15 Japanese heads as military merit, which blocked the mouths of all those who wanted to object. Whoever was dissatisfied, go and kill 15 Japanese! Moreover, a temporary replacement would leave some fantasy for those who were still dissatisfied.

Sure enough, no one among the lieutenants and colonels objected.

"Yes!" Tang Dao stood at attention and saluted.

"That's it, this dog..." The lieutenant colonel of the army finally couldn't help it, pointing to the wild dog that was still trembling in Tang Dao's arms, and asked with a frown.

A wounded wild dog, and he took the trouble to bring it back. Is this for making dog meat hot pot?