Chapter 8: Pat the Head to Kill!

Of course, in this area, only this small building is relatively intact, and it is normal for the Japanese army to choose this place as a resting place, which is in line with normal human psychology.

But how can Tang Dao be sure that the Japanese army will be interested in a stray dog?

When seeing Tang Dao jump out of the darkness like a ghost and knock the stray dog ​​that was supposed to be a domestic dog unconscious without killing it, the two elite members of the Imperial Guards subconsciously thought that Tang Dao was too soft-hearted.

If it were them, they would naturally kill the stray dog ​​with a knife. At this time, there must be no factors that may expose their hiding place.

But Tang Dao did not do that, and even had the leisure to take a thin rope to clamp the mouth of the stray dog. Even if the stray dog ​​woke up, it could only make a low hum from its throat under the clamp of Tang Dao's big hand. Later, it seemed to accept its fate and dared not even hum.

It was not until the Japanese army arrived that Tang Dao left. The stray dog ​​that was freed was probably scared so much that it dared to get up from the ground after a long time.

If you are more careful, you can see that the dog's tail is tightly clamped between its legs, which is a sign of extreme fear in dogs.

Unfortunately, let alone the Japanese army did not find it, even if they found it, it is not normal for a wild dog to clamp its tail when encountering a group of fully armed and vicious Japanese soldiers! Could it be that it still wagged its tail at them? Just because it is a Chinese dog, it is not possible.

Of course, the two elite imperial guards did not know that the little butterfly who came through time and space was not the king of individual soldiers just by relying on strong individual tactical skills such as fighting, shooting, and tactical avoidance.

The variety of training subjects that Tang Dao received was so complicated that it would be enough to make ordinary people dumbfounded, not to mention them in this era, even in the future. In addition to special combat skills, small subject assessments such as logical reasoning and human psychological analysis can only be considered of medium difficulty. What about mastering multiple languages, dressing up, customs of various countries, and even industrial manufacturing, economics and finance.

The strongest warrior from a hundred years later, the most powerful is not the killing skills, but the brain.

Songhu has been raining for nearly a month. Although it is rare to see the sun during the day, the ground is still slippery, especially at night. The autumn in southeast China can blow the cold wind into your bones. No one would like to sit on the wet and cold ground to rest.

Then, the two-story building that is still well preserved has become the best place to stay.

Although the victory in the battle can stimulate the Japanese army to fight, they are also human beings, and they will get tired. When the goal is achieved, the mental stimulation brought by the victory will subside like a tide, and the physical fatigue that follows will even exceed that of the defeated Chinese army.

When resting, a piece of fragrant roasted dog meat is definitely the strongest desire of humans who have eaten dry and cold food for several months. It is more tempting than women.

The most primitive instinct of organisms is not to do that, that is to consume energy, but to consume food to obtain energy and survive.

Therefore, the two elite imperial guards hiding dozens of meters away were horrified to find that everything that Tang Dao had done before, which seemed very unreliable, was successful just like that.

Four Japanese soldiers took flashlights and left the temporary base of the Japanese squad to search the ruins where the wild dog disappeared.

The two knew that the Tang Dao was there. I don’t know if it was because they were all Chinese, but the wild dog, frightened by the Tang Dao, actually crawled back after being shot.

The ruins, which were no more than ten meters away from the hiding place of the two elite imperial guards, should be a residential house that was once quite wealthy.

From the scene, it is not difficult to judge that this residential house should have had five bungalows and a small courtyard with flowers and plants and a sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard...

It is not difficult to imagine that the owner of the courtyard once loved life exquisitely.

But now, it no longer exists.

The fall of a 75-caliber mountain artillery shell changed everything.

Three and a half of the five bungalows were destroyed in an instant. Among the broken walls, only one house was connected to the other half of the house. The beam fell to the ground, stubbornly supporting the wall that was supposed to be destroyed by the shock wave.

The courtyard was in ruins, with all the flowers and plants lying. The osmanthus tree was cut off by a shrapnel, but the leaves still kept the green crown lying five or six meters away from the half-trunk. Most of the courtyard walls and gates had naturally disappeared.

However, the remaining courtyard wall, which was more than three meters tall and half a person tall, could just block the sight of the Japanese squad.

If you want to see this side clearly, you must walk 20 meters here.

In other words, if four Japanese soldiers came in, the Japanese soldiers over there would not know unless they made a loud noise.

According to the two soldiers' ideas, the simplest way was to kill two of the Japanese soldiers with his accurate and frightening gun skills when they came over without any defense, and then escape into the ruins before the main force of the Japanese army over there could react.

Although the Japanese army was large in number, they could not accurately track Tang Dao in such an environment.

They could get the head and return to report without any injury. The two of them would also report all of Tang Dao's actions. The deputy regiment commander would certainly keep this powerful guy, and everyone would be happy.

But Tang Dao did not fire a shot when the Japanese army was almost ten meters away from the ruins of the courtyard. Everything was quiet, except for the wild dog that had already crawled into the house and whimpered slightly because of pain.

The two elite soldiers of the Imperial Guards probably knew what Tang Dao wanted to do at this time.

The Japanese soldiers who were eager to eat dog meat certainly didn't know what was waiting for them in the ruins.

The bright light of the flashlight made them follow the dripping blood of the injured wild dog into the ruins. As the leading Japanese soldier whispered the order, the three Japanese soldiers held guns and guarded in three directions, while the leading Japanese soldier threw the gun to his companions. He took the flashlight from his companion, pulled out the bayonet from the bayonet sheath hanging on his waist, and holding it in his right hand, he broke into the house.

With the bright light of the flashlight, the leading Japanese soldier could clearly see the injured wild dog huddled under a small square table in the house, with joy on his face.

As his whole body entered the dark room, a pair of strong hands slowly and gently hung down from the sky, just like the gentle raindrops in the sky a few days ago, so soft that you couldn't feel its existence, but it was cold. Like bone marrow.

The Japanese soldier had been completely distracted by the dog meat that would be roasted until it was dripping with oil. He did not see it at all, and actually could not see it. Right above him, a strong man was hanging from the ceiling with only one pair of legs. He was hanging upside down from a wooden beam on the ceiling. He stretched out his crouched body and stretched out his hand to touch his head.

It's a bit like killing someone.

It's just that he is really going to kill someone if he touches his head!

All living things have an instinctive fear of death. The Japanese soldier was frightened for no reason. The hair on his body exploded. The moment he was about to raise his head, a big hand covered his mouth. Before he could start to flutter and struggle, he collapsed. The hanging Tang Dao held his head with his other hand, and the muscles of his arms bulged. If he used too much force, there was a frightening "click" sound, and the Japanese soldier's relatively thick body suddenly collapsed.

The rupture of the spinal nerves has caused the complete loss of all functions below the neck. An extremely unpleasant smell emitted from his crotch, which was the result of complete incontinence of urine and feces.

Tang Dao jumped down from above like a civet cat, using his legs to resist the Japanese soldier's body that was about to slide to him, and he also caught the Japanese soldier's dropped flashlight and bayonet.

The sharp pain in his eyes did not allow the Japanese soldier to see clearly the appearance of the attacker. There was nothing but darkness in front of his eyes. He wanted to warn his companions and call for help, but was blocked by the powerful hand as big as a cattail leaf fan. It hit my throat, and the final sound that came out was just a terrible "clucking" sound, which sounded a bit like a chicken with its neck broken.

This is a trap, this thought flashed through the Japanese army's mind, but that was also his last thought.

Then, the surging darkness completely overwhelmed him, not only his eyes, but also his whole heart.

The rupture of the spinal nerves and the lack of fresh oxygen supply to the airways for more than twenty seconds were enough to cause his brain to go into hibernation.

Of course, this is an irreversible sleep that can never be woken up from.