Chapter 93: Dark Moon Murder Night

Two Japanese sentinels who had just picked up cigarettes and heard the noise happened to look up and saw this scene, and they were stunned.

Their poor little brains were a little confused. Why did the second lieutenant, who was not so strict just now, suddenly kill people?

The scene of killing was so brutal that people dared not look directly at it.

The Type 38 bayonet pierced the whole head of the sergeant from the chin to the top of the head.

The sergeant, who was usually strong and had fought three Chinese soldiers in hand-to-hand combat without being defeated, could not open his mouth because of the bayonet. He could only make a creepy humming sound from his nose. His two big white eyes had already rolled up to the sky, but his two hands were tightly holding the gun of the Type 38 rifle stubbornly, and the whole person was twitching and shaking, like a fish that was put on bamboo sticks alive and waiting to be roasted.....

They could fully imagine the pain of the sergeant at this time.

The sudden crisis made them instinctively pick up the rifle that was leaning against the wall because they wanted to pick up cigarettes.

For soldiers, only weapons are the only thing that can make them feel at ease at this time.

However, they did not realize that they not only let the guns out of their control, but also their reactions were much slower than usual.

So, they died.

How could the Tang Dao let the opportunity he had created with great difficulty be wasted?

With his right hand, he pulled out the Type 38 bayonet that was still inserted in the chest of the Japanese sergeant, twisted his waist and threw his arm with all his strength, and with a flash of cold light, the Type 38 bayonet pierced directly into the throat of a Japanese soldier.

The force was so great that it not only pierced the Adam's apple and penetrated the thick neck, but also brought the entire body of the Japanese soldier backwards, and with a light sound of "bang", the Japanese soldier was nailed to the brick wall alive.

The Japanese soldier screamed "ho ho" and held the bayonet blade that was pierced into his neck with both hands, trying to pull out the sharp blade that was about to take his life, even if his hands were cut and bleeding, he would not give up.

The scene was so tragic that it was no less than that of their sergeant who was still struggling for his life.

The other Japanese soldier had already successfully grasped his gun, but his choice was really wrong.

There is only one ending for someone who exposes his back to the enemy on the battlefield, and who is facing such a terrible enemy as Tang Dao.

Death!

Tang Dao, who threw a knife with all his strength, did not even look at his results. He took a big step forward, stretched out his broad palm with five fingers open, and directly pinched the Japanese soldier's neck. The five fingers as thick as carrots tightened suddenly like steel pliers. The Japanese soldier who had just grasped the gun had his eyes bulged in pain, and reached behind his back with both hands, trying to push away the hand that was pinching his vitals, and his mouth opened subconsciously.

But Tang Dao's other hand had already reached out, covering his mouth and nose tightly. His hard struggle required more oxygen, which in disguise increased the time it took him to die. The extreme lack of oxygen in his brain made the Japanese soldier's eyes roll no less than his sergeant's, and the muffled "woohoo" sound in his mouth did not even last for fifteen seconds.

Tang Dao remained unmoved, his hand tightly covering the mouth and nose of the Japanese soldier, his eyes coldly patrolling around the sentry post.

The Japanese sergeant's body, which was still twitching physiologically, and the long Type 38 bayonet actually formed a strange "eight" cross, causing his body to stand still.

Tang Dao knew that this was a super strong obsession with survival that supported the Japanese soldier who was already doomed to die. If he didn't fall to the ground, he was not dead.

If this guy was alive, his combat skills would not be worse than his flexible brain.

The other Japanese soldier who was nailed to the wall by the bayonet died faster. The bayonet cut his throat and cut the aorta at the same time. The massive blood loss and loss of oxygen supply caused his brain to crash after more than ten seconds.

The smell of stench proved that the Japanese soldier had completely lost control of his body. Tang Dao then gently put the body in his hand on the ground, and cast a slightly surprised look at the still burning fire, but he did not take the glorious record of killing three Japanese soldiers in one fell swoop to heart.

If the veteran soldier was here, he would definitely find that his superior was even stronger, even more terrifying than the one he witnessed last night when Tang Dao killed four Japanese soldiers in one fell swoop.

This killing was not like the sneak attack in the dark room yesterday. Not only did the three Japanese soldiers have a bright vision, but Tang Dao didn't even give them the opportunity to let out a scream that resounded through the battlefield.

Yes, after a day and a night of hard fighting, Tang Dao has become more and more familiar with his young and energetic body, and his single-soldier combat power has almost recovered to 80% of the peak of his previous life.

Otherwise, he would not choose to kill the Japanese sentry in this way.

Of course, this is also the reason why the Japanese sentry's perfect defense method exists.

In the dark, Tang Dao, who had a Type 38 bayonet, could have thrown a knife to kill one of them, and then rushed over to kill another with his bare hands. With Tang Dao's strength, he had enough confidence not to alarm the Japanese soldiers who were sleeping in the trench not far away.

But Tang Dao heard the long and steady breathing of another Japanese soldier a few meters away, which was the breathing of a strong adult.

There was actually a Japanese secret sentry, who was the most important sentry at this Japanese sentry post.

Tang Dao was sure to kill him, but there was no way to guarantee that he would not make any noise to alert the two sentries.

Fortunately, Tang Dao was well prepared. The Japanese military uniforms were designed to be loose-fitting. Although the dead Japanese second lieutenant was only 1.7 meters tall, he could barely fit into his uniform without looking awkward.

Of course, there was no crisis at all. The Japanese army was more vigilant than he thought. Fortunately, Tang Dao, who had studied at Jinling Army College, had studied a lot of World War II materials in order to pass the war history exam. He had a good understanding of some of the strange characters in the Japanese army. In addition, he was proficient in Japanese, so he finally let the Japanese army relax their vigilance and welcomed his thunderbolt.

The thrills in this are not something that can be achieved by just having strong military power.

When you need to read, you will regret not having enough books. Reading more books will be useful for everything, including killing people.

Of course, Tang Dao killed three people so perfectly, not only by his own strength, but also thanks to the help of the mysterious boss.

Tang Dao's eyes passed through the black block in the campfire that was still rising white smoke like rosin, and a trace of awe flashed in his eyes.

It turned out that there really is something like "Five Drums Soul-breaking Incense" in this world.

Because he thought that he would take advantage of the night to stab the Japanese army, it might be easier if there was a drug that paralyzed the nerves. Tang Dao originally just mentioned it in the material demand telegram with a dispensable mind, but he didn't expect that the mysterious boss really got it.

The effect was better than expected.

While talking to the two Japanese sentries, this thing quietly slipped from Tang Dao's trouser legs to the ground, and then kicked it into the fire when he was furious.

The two Japanese sentries may not feel it themselves, but in Tang Dao's eyes, they reacted at least one second slower than they should have, which is one of the reasons why Tang Dao was able to kill them and caused them not to even scream.

Not to mention the Japanese who didn't know, even Tang Dao, who had a powder similar to the antidote under his nose, felt a little heavier in his body after taking a deep breath because he was going to exert force. That was something that only the strong who controlled their bodies to the most subtle degree could sense.

The two Japanese bodies that had stopped twitching were carefully placed against the wall. After dragging the extra body into the low wall, he used a bayonet to pull the still smoking "Five Drums Soul-Breaking Incense" out of the fire and crushed it into powder in the helmet with the butt of the gun.

"The moon is dark and the night is murderous, the wind is high and the poisonous smoke is released!"

When Tang Dao cast a cold gaze at the Japanese trench 30 meters away, this poem could not help but emerge in his mind.