Rise From Eight Hundred

 Chapter 1 Hell and Heaven

  At the end of October 1937, Songhu, an important town in southeastern China.

 Late at night, the sound of gunfire that was still deafening during the day has basically calmed down.

The occasional scattered gunshots in the distance only prove that the war is not completely over yet, and the thick smell of gunpowder smoke slowly drifts to the noses of every living person here with the autumn wind.

 Under the moonlight, Asia’s once largest financial center was already in devastation.

Several wild dogs shuttled among the ruins. They looked extremely fat, with blood dripping from the corners of their mouths. They looked extremely ferocious under the bright moonlight.

 The prosperity of the past was dissipated in the autumn wind mixed with the thick smell of gunpowder smoke as nearly one million troops from China and Japan were fighting in March.

Amid the ruins, a tall and majestic building still stood. Groups of soldiers wearing helmets and dark blue uniforms were filing in in an orderly manner carrying ammunition boxes.

There were no lights in the building, probably for fear of attracting the enemy's attention. Only a few torches were lit for illumination. It was covered by tall and thick walls, so not much light could be seen from the outside.

In addition to the officers’ low-pitched orders, there were also the slightly heavy footsteps of the soldiers and the crisp knocking sounds of their firearms that were accidentally touched occasionally.

 Those who can do this in the dark are obviously the best of the best, no matter in any era.

Opposite the tall building, separated by a river that is only 30 meters wide, is a brightly lit neighborhood. There are even faint sounds of musical instruments playing and the plaintive and gentle singing of singers.

Heaven and **** are only separated by a river.

 A pair of eyes are watching all this quietly in the ruins of the war opposite heaven.

Tang Dao has been lying in the muddy water under the brick wall with only half a person's height remaining for more than three hours.

As the sharpest blade in China, Tang Dao has been to the highest mountains, the largest oceans, the training camps with the highest mortality rate, and the bloodiest battlefields. No matter how cruel the battlefield here is, it can't shock him.

 It's just that it's hard for him to understand why he is here.

The memory belonging to Tang Dao is still telling him that he rejoined the team, but during the battle he was accidentally bombarded by enemy heavy artillery, causing him to fail to fulfill his promise at the Martyrs Cemetery.

But another memory reminded him that he was currently at the Songhu battlefield in the 26th year of the Republic of China. The time was October 26. He breathed his last in utter loneliness this afternoon. .

 Are they battlefields nearly a hundred years apart? Tang Dao found it hard to believe when he woke up.

However, the body that was once as hard as stone after years of hard work on the training ground has been replaced by the body of a young man about 1.8 meters tall. Touching his face, the hair on his lips is thin and soft. There is no way he is over 20 years old.

 The most direct evidence has already told Tang Dao the answer.

He is no longer himself, or he is still himself. Such a huge change happened. Even though Tang Dao, who had been in the army for ten years, had already been as strong as refined steel, he couldn't help but feel a little uncertain at that time.

 Fortunately, no matter who he is, his identity remains the same. He is still Chinese and a Chinese warrior.

His current body is wearing a somewhat tattered gray-black military uniform, with a quilt and a bamboo hat beside him. As for the weapons and equipment unique to soldiers, there was nothing, nothing, no grenades, no guns, not even a bullet.

 Yes, no one would leave a weapon on a corpse.

The reason why this young man named Tang Tao stayed here when hundreds of thousands of troops were retreating frantically was quite sad.

 He ​​is a wounded soldier, a seriously wounded man whose internal organs were damaged by the terrible shock wave of the 200-caliber naval gun. He belongs to the 26th Division of the Sichuan Army.

 It is the Sichuan Army Division that was hailed as one of the five best infantry divisions in the entire Songhu Battle in post-war statistics.

It was the heroic Sichuan military division whose entire division had more than 5,000 people. After the war, only more than 600 people could stand and walk out of the position.

Tang Tao, on the other hand, was lucky. Although he came out lying down, he still had some breath. Because of his bravery in combat, he was specially sent to the field hospital in the war zone by the division headquarters in order to get better treatment.

However, as hundreds of thousands of troops retreated crazily, his luck ended here. As a mortal casualty, he was left here in the field hospital in the war zone.

War is undoubtedly cruel. If you want more people to survive, you must learn to give up. Tang Dao can completely understand the choices made by doctors and nurses in field hospitals.

　　Leave behind the dead and the mortal, and take with you the living. The mortality rate for internal organs injured by shock waves will exceed 90% in the future, let alone this era.

Perhaps Tang Tao also understood that Tang Dao could not feel any resentment in the last remaining consciousness of this body, only regret!

 Perhaps it’s because no one can take him home!

From then on, Tang Dao was Tang Tao, and Tang Tao was also Tang Dao. Tang Dao, who had completely gained control of his body, cast his gaze to the sky, silently seeing off this strong warrior, which was also a promise.

 No matter what time and space it is, the duty of a soldier remains unchanged; the desire to defend our country remains unchanged.

After Tang Dao accepted all his memories, the stubborn and regretful consciousness completely dissipated.

For some unknown reason, the fatal internal injuries miraculously disappeared. Tang Dao could feel the surging power in this young body. Although it was far less than what he once had, it was still extremely rare in this era.

Tang Dao estimated that he could be roughly 50% of his peak performance. He should be a talented player, otherwise he would not be a sergeant squad leader at such a young age. Although he is just a soldier, he is still a soldier.

 From dusk to night, for three full hours, Tang Dao, who had gained control of his body, did not move an inch of his body. He only moved his fingers and joints in extremely small movements to maintain the flexibility of his body.

No matter who looks at it, it is just a corpse.

Because Tang Dao could feel that there were countless eyes looking at the concession across the way. His body must have been discovered by them long ago. In order not to shock the world, let those people continue to treat him as a corpse. The body is ready.

 More importantly, Tang Dao cannot leave, he needs to wait.

Because, if Tang Dao's memory is correct, the tall and heavy building 200 meters away in front of him is called Sihang Warehouse, where the vaults of the four banks of the original Republic of China were located, and the current time happens to be October 26th. , it is from today that this building will go down in history.

A battle will break out here that will attract the attention of the whole world.

 Because this place will become the last strong fortress of the lone army in this important southeastern town in China, representing the last honor of Chinese soldiers.

As long as it is there, the Battle of Songhu is not over yet. If it is there, Songhu is still in the hands of Chinese soldiers.

Of course, the reason why Tang Dao is waiting here is not to become one of the people who will leave his name in history.

 But, he has to survive.

If encountering the Japanese army, even if his current physical fitness is far inferior to that of before, even if he is unarmed, even if he is one against ten, the former strongest blade will still be confident that he will survive in the end.

 However, the Japanese army has now occupied almost the entire Songhu. What he has to face is the 300,000 Japanese troops who have surrounded Songhu.

If you want to live, you must join this lonely army, which seems to be a dead place and a desperate situation.

 In fact, the extremely stubborn rut of history has told everyone that there is also a glimmer of hope.

Not only for myself, but also for this lonely army.

Tang Dao, who knows their future, can accept their death on this battlefield, but cannot accept their death in a despicable political compromise.

 So, put yourself to death and live again. For yourself and for them.

 Now, the person Tang Dao was waiting for has arrived.

 The 1st Battalion of the 524th Regiment of the 88th Division arrived.

 They are actually not eight hundred, but four hundred.

  To be precise, there were four hundred and fourteen people, including their supreme commander, the Lieutenant Colonel.

 (End of this chapter)