Rise From Eight Hundred

The mistake Yamamoto made was that he underestimated the artillery of the Fourth Regiment and the fighting spirit of the front-line infantry of the Fourth Regiment.

The artillery battalion was originally the first wave of attack before the general attack of the Fourth Regiment began. They got up early to prepare. When the Japanese army began to bombard the front-line positions, they had basically finished breakfast as quickly as possible and were busy moving the artillery shells in the rear to the ammunition storage points near each artillery position.

Seeing that the Japanese army had taken the initiative and started to concentrate fire before their own infantry entered the attack state, the artillerymen were furious.

Just take the angry face of a certain artillery major who smashed his helmet on the ground on the artillery position, which turned from red to purple, and knew the degree of humiliation felt by the artillerymen of the Fourth Regiment.

In less than three minutes, the heavy mortar company and mountain artillery company of the Fourth Regiment Artillery Battalion entered an emergency state of preparation. In the fourth minute, thick smoke was already coming out of the barrel of the first artillery.

The artillery of the Fourth Regiment began to enter the attack mode.

However, their shells did not hit the Japanese infantry hard, but hit the Japanese artillery position area at least 3,300 meters away.

Of course, because the location of the Japanese artillery position was first reported by the scouts, and then judged by the experience of the old artillery.

The Japanese artillerymen were not stupid. Not only did they increase the distance between each gun to 50 meters, they also took the initiative to make fine adjustments to the gun positions this morning, at least 600 meters further back than yesterday.

Unfortunately, the Japanese did not know that on the top of the mountain on the cliff on their right wing that even monkeys could not climb, there was a pair of eyes staring at them behind the telescope.

That was Mingxin, with Shen Laoliu lying beside him.

This duo was the strongest mountain duo sent by the reconnaissance company.

Why is it called mountainous terrain instead of combat power? That's because this mountain is too steep. If you want to get around to the right wing of the Japanese army, which has not deployed much defense, you must pass through this mountain range. What individual combat power is secondary. If you want to get here, you must have climbing ability comparable to that of apes.

Mingxin, who grew up in the mountains and has a strong martial arts, is the first choice, but his companions must also be strong enough. Gu Xishui went through the original list of 60 people several times and finally chose a certain Laoliu.

Shen Laoliu may lack mountain experience, but he is a veteran among veterans. He has a strong psychological quality and a very good gun skill, and he has experience in partnering with Mingxin.

Therefore, this mountain duo, who was highly expected by the reconnaissance company, had already sneaked into the depths of the mountains the night before, relying on the ropes and iron claws on their backs to climb over the cliffs and move towards the direction of the Japanese army with difficulty.

However, until yesterday, the duo was still nearly 1,800 meters away from the main force of the Japanese army. They could only observe the location of the Japanese artillery position based on the smoke from the mountain peak, which would naturally be biased.

But Tang Dao believed in his soldiers. They would definitely cross those seemingly impossible natural barriers, just like the 22 warriors of the 80th Army who captured the bridge with only iron chains left.

Man can conquer nature, as long as there is enough firm belief!

Therefore, Tang Dao chose this dawn as the time for the general attack.

Sure enough, Ming Xin and Shen Laoliu lived up to Tang Dao's trust. They actually carried heavy field radios and climbed to the top of this cliff with a slope of nearly 90 degrees. The straight-line distance to the Japanese artillery position was only 1,000 meters!

"Report to Eagle's Nest, the shell deviated 800, corrected 600 to the right, and corrected 300 forward!" Ming Xin crouched on a rock, stretched out his thumb and pointed it forward, and kept reporting data according to the distance measurement method he learned from Pang Dahai, the old artilleryman, in the past two months.

Without any tools, the enemy's coordinates can be determined by visual observation and thumb, and the artillery can be guided to correct the trajectory. This is a must-learn subject for the pioneers of the reconnaissance company.

Mingxin was originally weak in this aspect, but his natural intelligence quickly made up for his shortcomings. According to Tang Dao, Mingxin is the most suitable person to be a scout he has ever seen, including himself.

No one knows how highly Tang Dao thinks of Mingxin, because Tang Dao from the future is not only the leader of the Chinese special forces, but also ranks among the best in the world. He has also seen special forces from all countries in the five continents and four oceans.

There are many people who are better at shooting than Mingxin, and even in the cold weapon combat that Mingxin is best at, Tang Dao has seen at least five people who are better than him.

For example, the special forces soldiers from the Siberian training camp not only possessed the fighting skills of the fighting nation, but also had amazing ability to withstand blows. Tang Dao punched out at least hundreds of pounds of force, and the punch on the face only caused a short dizziness. The opponent's leg swept over, and a five-centimeter-thick iron stake was kicked and bent. Facing such a player with high defense, high blood, and strong attack, even Tang Dao at his peak could only maintain a 50-50 winning rate.

But Mingxin's super learning ability made Tang Dao amazed. If he was given time to study systematically, Tang Dao was even sure that Mingxin would surpass himself sooner or later.

The 22 artillery pieces of the artillery battalion had a deviation of at least 600 meters from the Japanese artillery positions in the first ten minutes of the war. The Japanese army was shocked at first, but when they saw that the coverage range of the Chinese artillery after the test firing was still a safe enough distance for their own side, the Japanese artillery gradually put their minds at ease.

In the words of the Japanese artillery captain in the center left: "The Chinese artillery is already very powerful. They actually used yesterday's bombardment to estimate the approximate area of ​​the imperial artillery position, but they are too irrational and waste a lot of artillery shells on uncertain attack targets. This kind of high-minded behavior will sooner or later pay the price.

Compared to the "extravagance" of the Chinese artillery, the Japanese artillery is very pragmatic. They also estimated the area of ​​the Chinese artillery position, but after calculation, they reluctantly gave up this plan.

Because the artillery position of the Four-Line Regiment is different from theirs, it is not in this hilly area, but hidden in the mountains. Although the mountain road is rugged, the undulating mountains also have natural protection for artillery. If they waste precious artillery shells on this insufficient Identifying the area that caused a significant reduction in lethality was undoubtedly a crime for the brigade in trouble.

Therefore, the Japanese artillery targeted the Chinese infantry, using precious shells to kill the infantry and reduce the pressure on their own infantry.

For example, this morning, the Japanese artillery battalion that took the lead poured artillery fire on the Chinese front-line positions. At the same time, the infantry attacked the front-line trenches that the Chinese had dug for a day yesterday, which were almost adjacent to the Imperial Infantry trenches.

Although they didn't know how the Chinese were about to attack their own defense line, the feeling of being almost at hand made the Japanese commanders, big and small, feel not very good.

Especially when they thought that the Chinese might use a close-range large-scale explosive blasting tactic, the Japanese army felt a chill down their spines. !

Of course, as one of the few elite troops in the North China Front Army, the Second Mixed Brigade would never be so stupid as to let the Chinese hide in trenches to avoid artillery, while their own infantry foolishly rushed into the barrage, even if it was a desperate fight. That was not bravery, but stupidity, stupidly killing their own infantry with artillery shells!

Yin Tengyangtai played infantry and artillery coordination. After several rounds of measurement, the raging barrage was at least 100 meters away from the infantry charge formation.

This is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous distance. Not to mention that the Japanese have never played this way, even Western military powers have never pulled infantry and artillery coordination to such a close distance.

But Yin Tengyangtai had no choice. If he didn't do this, when the Chinese played tricks, his infantry of up to 3,500 people in three defense lines might suffer even more casualties.

Otherwise, Yamamoto also He would not have told him before he left last night that the safety of thousands of people in the brigade was in his hands. That was clearly telling him that if the rear wing fought hard, they might die alone, but if they didn't fight hard, everyone would die together!

But Yamamoto and his brigade chief of staff underestimated the tenacity of the frontline officers and soldiers of the Four-Line Regiment. Even if they were caught off guard, there were still countless Chinese soldiers like the young corporal who went against the current in the artillery fire.

Take the battlefield opposite the Third Battalion. The Japanese infantry rushing over under the artillery fire had at least two infantry squadrons, nearly 400 people, holding rifles and rushing over like evil spirits on the battlefield filled with gunpowder. It was still very scary.

After all, the main force of the Third Battalion was still avoiding the ravages of artillery fire on the positions bombarded by the Japanese army, and less than one-tenth of them had the opportunity to rush to the front-line positions.

Especially on the three most advanced positions, not to mention the close distance to the Japanese army, the maximum number of troops was only three infantry squads.

The distance of 100 meters can be reached in just a few breaths. If the Japanese army rushed into the trenches, it would be a bloody close combat. Not to mention the dozens of Chinese soldiers in the trenches, even if the main force in the rear positions wanted to counterattack, it would probably cost a lot.

It’s not that there were no light machine gunners who took the risk to put light machine guns on the trenches to support their comrades in the front, but the power of 24 artillery fire was too terrible.

Just like what Boss Cao, who was still curled up in the trenches, felt, the whole earth seemed to be shaking, and it felt like he was in danger, let alone showing his head in the trenches.

Boss Cao, who could hardly hear any sound, was soon startled, not by the sound, but by the hot liquid splashing on his face.

It was the blood of a brave light machine gunner less than 10 meters away from him.

The light machine gunner had just put the machine gun on the stand, and before he even had time to pull the trigger, he was hit in the right arm by a stone blown away by the shell. A cloud of blood exploded, and the entire right arm from the elbow down was blown away, leaving only a bare stump.

The light machine gunner screamed loudly, but his other hand was still holding the precious light machine gun tightly. Instinctively, his right arm wanted to use his hand to pull the trigger, but the bare half stump of his arm could no longer allow him to complete this tactical action.

"Ah! Ah! Give me a hemostatic pack, give me a hemostatic pack!" The soldier waving his half stump screamed loudly and roared to the back with a ferocious face.

But he had no intention of dragging the light machine gun back to the trench.

Boss Cao, whose ears were constantly buzzing, was a little stunned. At this moment, he knew why the hot blood would splash on his face at such a long distance. It was caused by the soldier waving his arms desperately.

However, he didn't understand what the machine gunner wanted to do.

Why didn't he hide after all this happened? He held the machine gun in one hand, what else could he do?

He couldn't shoot anymore, but he could use his actions to motivate the soldiers who were still hiding.

Then, Boss Cao, who was still a little dazed, watched the two soldiers rushing towards the machine gunner frantically.

While desperately pressing the hemostatic pack on his huge wound that could no longer be blocked, he desperately dragged him down.

"I can't live any longer. You guys, help me fight the Japanese. If you don't shoot, the damn Japanese will rush up." The young machine gunner leaned against the trench wall, roaring at his two comrades with red eyes.

Boss Cao couldn't hear anything, but he could see the two soldiers nodding with tears in their eyes.

Then, one of the two soldiers stood up and raised the blood-stained Czech light machine gun again, and the other held the ammunition belt.

The crisp "da da da" sound of the Czech light machine gun, which had lost its main shooter before firing a single shot, seemed so insignificant on the battlefield ravaged by Japanese artillery fire.

But it represented the tenacious will of the Chinese soldiers.

On the battlefield, at least seven or eight light machine guns were firing.

Shooters kept falling like the previous shooter, and then were dragged down the trench wall by their comrades, and then someone raised the muzzle again and shot at the "shit yellow" people faintly appearing in the smoke two hundred meters away.

Looking at the young face that was only ten meters away from him but was extremely pale, Boss Cao felt very sad. It was a young face like his brother!

And the burnt yellow paleness was also like the younger brother he saw falling off the cliff because he was rushing to deliver firewood to the city at night.

"Brother, it's my fault. The firewood is gone!" When the 18-year-old brother saw him climbing down the cliff with a rope to find his elder brother, he said such a last word with great regret and exhaled his last breath.

At that moment, Boss Cao saw his younger brother in this young man again. I don't know where the courage came from. This middle-aged man who only wanted to join the army to earn money to support his family actually crawled to the side of the machine gunner.

"Brother, do you want to drink soup? I'll scoop you a bowl of mutton soup!" Looking at the dying machine gunner, Boss Cao, who was extremely painful in his heart, choked for a long time and could only ask such a sentence.

The machine gunner, who was already on his deathbed, tried his best to flip his eyelids and opened his lips, which were slightly dry due to heavy blood loss. Boss Cao couldn't hear what he said, but he automatically filled in his mind: I want to drink!

Yes, the machine gunner said: "What a good mutton soup, damn devils, I haven't had a sip yet?"

"Wait, wait, I'll get it for you!" Boss Cao took off the steel helmet given to him by the young corporal, bent over and ran to the soup bucket that miraculously had not fallen.

The milky white broth had become a little muddy after flying into a lot of mud, but Boss Cao didn't care so much. He used his helmet to shake off the dust on the surface of the soup, scooped up a small half of the broth, held it tightly with both hands, and bent over again to return.

The whole process never took more than 30 seconds!

"Come on, brother, take a sip!" Boss Cao put the steel helmet on the dry lips of the machine gunner.

However, the lips that had completely lost their blood color never opened again.

The machine gunner's injury was not only his broken arm, but also a shrapnel penetrated his chest. Although the wound was not big, if there was a CT scan, it could be clearly seen that the aorta of his heart had been completely cut off.

He was able to hold on until now, purely because of his strong mental willpower!

"Brother, the soup is here, you should drink a sip! You should drink a sip! Really, this mutton is very good!" Boss Cao, who had been silent for a while, suddenly burst into tears.

The memory of the loss of his younger brother and the pale face of the machine gunner who had lost his breath in front of him were intertwined, breaking the heart of the middle-aged cook.

But there was an inexplicable impulse that was growing wildly in his heart.

Back then, the younger brother who died was going to sell firewood to rich people in exchange for money to treat his father's illness. Although he was in pain, he could not blame anyone, but only cursed God for being unfair.

But now, it was the Japanese who killed the young man in front of him.

If you want to avenge him, you have to kill the Japanese.

100 meters away from Boss Cao, dozens of soldiers no longer cared about the artillery fire, including the young corporal who had spoken to him earlier. All of them just crawled in front of the trench, firing desperately, shooting out the bullets in their guns.

Life and death are no longer their own, all left to fate!

They just want to work hard to survive.

Killing the opponent is the only way.

The Japanese who are running fast and the Chinese soldiers who are shooting desperately are all like this!