Zhao Daqiang is not angry that the tough guy who was originally strong suddenly becomes a soft guy.

Instead, be angry with your own judgment.

The tough guy was not defeated by the Japanese gun bullets, but was defeated by the power of poison gas bullets. Zhao Daqiang could even understand these.

Although he didn't know what kind of damage the poison gas bomb would cause to the human body, he followed Liu Yuqing and heard Tang Dao talk about the effectiveness of the poison gas bomb. Even if that thing failed to poison you on the spot because of the low intake, it could cause permanent fibrosis to the internal organs. Those who survived by chance would suffer from this sequelae caused by poison gas for a long time and eventually died in endless torture.

Just thinking about the scene where that thing can turn your heart, liver and lungs into rotten wood is enough to make people feel cold all over their body, let alone the inhuman pain that people in it suffer from poisoning.

He could understand that the soldier chose to surrender because of this terrible chemical weapon, but he asked the division to send troops to rescue the soft egg.

Others don’t understand Liu Yuqing, but how could the guard squad leader who has been following him for almost five years not understand? Zhao Daqiang believes that he will definitely send someone to rescue him.

However, spending dozens of lives or even hundreds of lives to save a soft boy, how did he explain to the master and those who risked his life to come here?

Can't explain.

At that moment, the guard squad leader, who was almost angry by his wrong judgment, had quietly picked up the 38th cover and wanted to kill that bastard.

It was not because he was finally weak, but because he saved the soldiers who were about to leave the city, and for this he would rather throw his life in this neighborhood.

Zhao Daqiang knew that when he shot his gun, the Japanese army, which was only 20 meters closest to him, would chase him wildly. No matter how strong he was, he would not be the opponent of dozens of Japanese troops.

But he still chose to do this.

Everyone has to pay for their mistakes. On the battlefield, there is nothing else except one life.

Zhao Daqiang's sight locked the man's head standing on the eaves with his back against the pagoda.

With his marksmanship, not to mention these few dozen meters, even if he stretches the distance four or five times, he can still beat the young face to pieces with one shot.

However, he did not pull the trigger in the end.

It was not because Zhao Daqiang was afraid of death, but because he found that he seemed to have missed something.

The master once taught him: Sometimes, seeing may not be true. If you want to know the truth, calm down and wait a moment, and you may find another discovery.

That is not only the experience of a lieutenant general in the army for decades, but also the life wisdom of a middle-aged man who has experienced storms.

Zhao Daqiang took out the telescope he borrowed from the security team before leaving. The four-fold telescope clearly showed the young security team's lieutenant's face to the darkness by the smoke of gunpowder.

The thick smoke on his face proved that he had just tried his best at the spire of the tower. Two or three hundred bullets were shot through three different guns in a short time, which was also a great burden on the elite infantry, not to mention that he was a militia officer with absolutely insufficient training.

But apart from those, the terrifying blisters on his face, as big as eggs, were the most heart-wrenching. Zhao Daqiang knew that it was a sign that the poisonous gas had entered his body. He tried his best to keep his muscles twitching slightly on his face, which proved that he was enduring the huge pain in his body.

Is it necessary to maintain this peace if a surrendered soldier or a soft egg?

There is no need, he could rush into the tower now, rush out of the upper level of the pagoda, which was still filled with poisonous gas, and ask the Japanese army to help him flush his body with clean water to reduce pain.

Zhao Daqiang also believed that the Japanese who chose to capture a living surrendered soldier would do this and would even give certain medications if the Japanese here were not so short-sighted.

The Japanese commander who ordered to stop shooting and accepted surrender had shown enough vision.

Zhao Daqiang, who discovered the clue, chose to continue observing until he saw the look of the second lieutenant of the security team.

He knew what he had missed was not the teachings of the teacher.

The eyes of the security lieutenant.

The eyes are the window of the human soul, and most of the various emotions swelling inside will be reflected from the eyes.

Even a wild beast will burst into evil light before it hurts people.

If the lieutenant wanted to survive, he would definitely be frightened if he occupied his heart at this time, because he didn't know how his future fate would be arranged by the Japanese.

Just like when humans are afraid of death, what is behind death? No one has an answer.

The greatest fear of human beings actually comes from the unknown.

However, at this moment, his eyes were too calm.

At this time, there is only one person who can keep his eyes so calm.

People who don't care much about unknown fate.

Even Zhao Daqiang, who suddenly trembled in his heart, saw a hint of joy in his extremely calm eyes.

That was when he watched the two Japanese soldiers and the timid translator walk down the tower and prepare to surrender.

What was he happy about? Is he finally able to leave this stupa filled with poisonous gas?

Then, Zhao Daqiang's thinking paused here, and the guard squad leader who was lying in the ruins was like a sculpture, solidifying!

The Japanese were yelling in the distance, but he didn't hear a word clearly because all his mind was occupied by the target he had been preparing to kill to make up for his wrong.

The little village bear, who had already walked 30 meters in front of the pagoda, looked up at the man standing tall on the pagoda. Looking at his calm and erect body, he felt a sudden sensation in his heart.

That was an iron-blooded soldier who could withstand dozens of his own. Was he really defeated all his fighting spirit by poisonous gas?

Wait, why is smoking coming from behind him? The poisonous gas has not been injected for a while, so why can it remain so active?

"Everyone stops approaching, let the Chinese walk down the pagoda by themselves, take off their military uniforms and check before they can surrender!" Komura Xiong couldn't help but stop and shouted loudly.

At the same time, out of trust in his intuition, the Japanese military commanders hid towards a broken wall.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The Japanese veterans are cautious enough.

However, out of excitement of being able to capture a Chinese prisoner by himself, two grenade launchers and two Japanese infantry relied on their protective suits and were not afraid of the large amount of sinking poison gas, and they had already striding under the pagoda.

There is a saying among Chinese people: If you step too big, you will easily get rid of the eggs.

But at this time, it may not be as simple as it is.

"Damn the guy below, do you know what I would say to them if someone is in trouble?" The crow yelled at the translator who was already close.

The translator looked up very consciously, probably because he was used to the Chinese people calling him this. Dog Day is almost synonymous with him.

"Don't mess with me, I'm a bad life, I'll mess with me, I'll splash your face with blood." A strange smile appeared on the crow's face.

The translation was stunned.

Isn’t the one who can say this just a green gangster?

Then, the translator who was tilting his head and saw that the man who was still chatting calmly with him just now jumped.

Without hesitation, he was like a sharp arrow galloping downward, smashing him and several Japanese troops decisively.

Yes, in Zhao Daqiang's almost frozen pupils, the soldier in the black security regiment's lieutenant's uniform was like an arrow shot out from an altitude of more than 20 meters to the ground.

Unprecedented resolute.

The Japanese army strodes were shocked!

All the Japanese troops in the distance were shocked!

The Chinese soldiers lying on the ruins stood still!

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

No one knows, and no one will know why this man who acts as an arrow uses such a decisive way to say goodbye to the world.

If Zhao Daqiang is asked to make a choice, even if he is poisoned to death, he will continue to fight with the Japanese invaders according to the pagoda until the moment he dies, and then pull the grenade.

He will not leave his life to the Japanese, nor even his body.

However, the crow chose this incomprehensible method to turn itself into an arrow and shoot it at the Japanese under the pagoda.

Until the moment before he was about to land on the ground, the four grenades inserted between his waist exploded and his body instantly disappeared, Zhao Daqiang might not understand his approach.

This may not be the most powerful arrow in the world, but it is definitely the most tragic arrow.

He used explosives as his bow, his flesh and bones as arrows, and bloomed arrows.

Bloody rain filled the sky!

But that is the bloody rain that takes the initiative to enter into death and brings death.

Several Japanese soldiers and translators who were still seven or eight meters away from him were injured by such an unexpected arrow of a warrior with flesh and blood as an arrow.

The protective suit that can block poison gas was hit by small holes under the fragments of flesh and bones that were induced by explosives to produce kinetic energy.

Perhaps because of distance, although they were injured and unable to die, the cries of several Japanese soldiers could pierce the sky.

Zhao Daqiang couldn't understand what they were calling, but he knew why they were afraid of being like this.

Because there, the poisonous gas was soaked down by the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Within a radius of twenty meters centered on the pagoda, it is the forbidden area of ​​life.

The bloody rain that exploded and splashed was floating in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The Japanese troops dozens of meters away around them made tactical avoidance actions at the moment when the blood rain splattered. Even the little village Xiong Yi, who had already hidden his body, unconsciously touched his face.

It seemed as if the Chinese blood had passed through dozens of meters of void and splattered on his face.

The crow, like he said, used his blood to spit out all the Japanese present.

The most ordinary militia officer, whom the regular army would not want, was on this rainy noon, and used himself as a carrier to turn into the most brilliant fireworks outside Songjiang City.

After the telescope, a teardrop rolled down, and a clear tear mark was drawn on the dirty, almost frozen face.

PS: Brothers, another 3,000-word chapter is sent. I hope some book friends will not be disappointed. Crow Fengyue used a lot of pen and ink. He represents thousands of small people who participated in the war. The most ordinary group of people who joined the war for various reasons, but they had fought bravely for this country and sacrificed, which Fengyue wanted to express.

Feng Yue also wanted to use this to tell book friends that the main reason why the great war could last until the end was sacrifice.

Millions of sacrifices have won victory. It is cruel, but it is the truth.
Chapter completed!