820. The Art of Killing
The current War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression actually has a similar meaning, a large number of soldiers have died, a large number of junior officers have been killed, a large number of recruits have been replenished, and many troops have changed blood several times in a short period of time, and this is the case with the 51st Division.
Therefore, most of the veterans who can stay have become platoon commanders and company commanders, as long as the original platoon commander and company commander did not die, they all rose with the tide, and the three dogs rose slowly, after all, they were too young, only twenty-one.
Even if Sangou's great achievements, coupled with his wisdom and bravery, these things are known to his superiors, but as a troop commander, sometimes he has to balance his subordinates, who are too young to cross too many ranks and too many people who are older than him.
Besides, Sangou's ability is now qualified for a company commander, but the position of battalion commander has not been done yet, and it is not known whether this ability has been achieved.
No one at the higher level dared to hand over four or five hundred people from a battalion to someone who had never been a deputy battalion commander, unless it was in an extremely special period, such as a temporary need on the battlefield, and there was no more suitable candidate, and that was also temporary.
Therefore, according to the twenty-one-year-old young man of Sangou, he was at the peak of his body, coupled with the almost uninterrupted training and fighting, in the past few years, the peak of his body has reached its peak.
It's just that everyone usually doesn't let Sangou go into battle to kill devils in person, after all, the value of a commander is not to kill one or two enemies, but to coordinate and dispatch, and even the soul-like existence of the troops.
But tonight, Sangou divided himself into a group, so he had to go into battle in person, but Xiucai specially told the monk to follow Sangou every step of the way to protect his safety.
Since Xiao Xiang died on the slope of Wushan in Kaifeng, Sangou was reluctant to ask for guards anymore, feeling that his guards were really a dangerous job.
And what's particularly uncomfortable is that as soon as I cultivate a relationship, I sacrificed, which is a bit unbearable, those recruits who have been added in, although the three dogs will remember their names, characteristics, and even some **.
But it's hard to have a strong relationship with them, first, there aren't too many opportunities to be together, and secondly, Sangou deliberately doesn't have too many feelings, this is not cold-blooded, but numbness after many times.
You can't blame the three dogs, in fact, even Xiucai doglegs and their platoon commanders are the same, they have seen too many recruits die, and many of them died before they understood it, what can they do.
Of course, this is not snubbing and not paying attention, these fighters are all brothers, all Chinese are comrades, and when it is time to rescue each other, there is no ambiguity at all.
It's just that there are too many dead people, and every time there is a big battle, the troops have to change the blood several times, starting from Songhu, too many recruits, even the names and what they look like, they don't even remember what they are, and they sacrifice.
Sangou now has a thorough understanding of the meaning of Ci Bu's soldiers, since he wants to lead the troops, he really has to be cold-blooded and dare to face the life and death of his brothers.
The phrase "I will definitely take you back to my hometown" that used to be on my lips is almost no longer said by Sangou as the war intensifies and there is no end in sight.
Even if you say it to deceive everyone and deceive yourself, you still feel that it is not necessary, and you don't have the ability to do it now, so you can't say less.
Just kidding, taking his brothers back to his hometown, such a thing, even the supreme commander didn't dare to accept it, not to mention that he was still a petty officer like an ant.
Having said that, Sangou has never agreed to be equipped with guards, but the regimental headquarters has ordered all company-level officers and above to have guards, at least one.
This is already an order, Sangou had to carry it out, just among the recruits, he picked a clever child, a Sichuan baby, named Jiang Zhonghan, nicknamed Niu Cub, just sixteen years old, only three dogs' shoulders high, and came to join the army.
Sangou thought, if he was the father of this child, how could he be reluctant? This kid is really just a child, his mouth has just grown a little fluff, and he is bouncing around all day.
Carrying a rifle on his back, the butt of the rifle had to hit the crook of his thigh, plus bullet bags, bedding and rice bags, etc., the whole person was buried, and no one could be seen.
Sangou Nian is small and small, so he takes it with him, he doesn't have to carry a rifle, he can carry a shell gun, and there are not many bullets, so it is finally easier.
The main reason is that Sangou thinks that this child is so old, and he still wants him to live for a while, see more of the prosperity of this world, enjoy the taste of this world more, and don't want him to wither on the cold sand field too early.
But sometimes, the three dogs are very resigned, everyone's fate has long been doomed, on the battlefield, the three dogs themselves can't guarantee that they are safe, how can they ensure the safety of the calves?
Those army commanders and division commanders who sacrificed on the battlefield, their protection was better than that of the small company commander of Sangou, but they were sacrificed, and there was no way to do it, sometimes they had to accept their fate, and they couldn't admit it.
can only do his best and obey the fate of God.
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On Xiaomin Mountain, Sangou took the calf cubs, as well as monks and a few veterans, shuttled through the woods marked in advance, and now they are quickly approaching the devil's sentry position.
Sangou took out a dagger and motioned to Chen Yanxin, and the two of them touched the sentry of the devil who was snoring together, and Chen Yanxin and Sangou pounced at the same time.
Chen Yanxin went to snatch the gun in the devil's hand, grabbed the trigger to prevent the devil from pulling the trigger and shooting, while Sangou grabbed the devil's mouth with his left hand, and the dagger in his right hand quickly cut the devil's neck.
The devil is not tall, the left hand of the three dogs is pulled and covered, just to cover the devil sentry in his arms, and the dagger in his right hand is just enough to exert force, and the trachea and artery on the devil's neck are cut.
The devil sentry was struck by this sudden blow in his sleep, and he used both hands to scratch the sore part of his neck, and by the time he could react, it was too late.
The gun in the devil's hand has been snatched away by Chen Yanxin, and then his hands were also grabbed by Chen Yanxin, who threw down the gun and left his hands free, and the three dogs behind the devil were covering the devil's mouth to death.
In fact, at this time, the devil's trachea had been severed, and he couldn't make a sound for a long time, but in the dark night, Sangou didn't know if it was cut or not, but he heard the sound of a large amount of blood spurting out of the devil's neck.
There was also a large amount of blood flowing backwards into the devil's trachea, choking the devil's lungs and shaking violently, and his chest shaking violently.
Sangou's right hand was not idle, and then he plunged the blackened dagger into the devil's heart again, and into the gap between the second rib of the rib.
These actions, on the training ground, have been tempered I don't know how many times, generally hugging a person, according to the difference between his height and his own, you can accurately judge where his fatal place is, ** not far from ten.
When Sangou's knife was inserted into the devil's fatal point again and again, the devil couldn't hold on anymore, his body was weak, and he collapsed on the ground.