Rise From Eight Hundred

Finally, Yamashita played his first card.

However, after China took the lead in playing the first card, he was forced to follow up.

But the first card was not played by the Si Xing Regiment, but by Comrade Wang Xiaoqiang from the 772 Regiment.

When they learned that the Fourth Army Regiment had completely broken through the rear flank of the Japanese army and almost completely wiped out the Japanese army on the defensive line, several officers of the 683 brigade breathed a sigh of relief. They all knew that this battle had been won.

The problem now is just how to eat the last three or four thousand Japanese at the minimum cost.

The Si Xing Regiment's current tactic is to press forward step by step and continuously compress the Japanese army's living space. Although this tactic is good and has been approved by Brigadier Cheng, in Wang Xiaoqiang's view, it still takes too long.

A cooked duck might fly away, let alone a half-cooked one like this.

Therefore, Wang Xiaoqiang personally led two infantry companies and three mortar squads to make a large circle from the right wing, cross the Zhuozhang River and enter the mountainous area.

At this time, when the Japanese army has shrunk its defense line and started desperately building fortifications, Wang Xiaoqiang did not believe that the Japanese army still had the confidence and spare capacity to deploy reconnaissance troops around the battlefield. At this time, the Japanese most commonly used the front to attract the main force and bypass the two wings to find the opponent's weak points. The tactics are the most suitable.

Two infantry companies plus three mortars also ensured that the partial division he personally led had a certain attack power.

It's a pity that the mountains here are so steep. If you want to sneak around from the mountains to the side of the Japanese, you will be exhausted just by climbing.

Extremely unwilling, Wang Xiaoqiang stood on a mountain peak with a telescope and looked down in the direction of Changle Village. The half-burned village was 1,200 meters away from where Wang Xiaoqiang was.

Originally, neither the left wing where the 771st Regiment was located nor the Zhuozhang River defense line where the 772nd Regiment was located could spy on this large village.

But looking at it from Wang Xiaoqiang's angle, he could just see a corner of it.

Then, Wang Xiaoqiang saw Japanese soldiers constantly coming in and out of a small courtyard, and there were still several Japanese soldiers standing outside the courtyard.

Although the distance was too far, Wang Xiaoqiang could not clearly see the shape of the Japanese army, but his soldier's instinct made him feel that it must be a very important position of the Japanese army, and it might even be the Japanese army's headquarters.

In fact, when he arrived at Changle Village first, Wang Xiaoqiang instinctively preserved the half-destroyed Changle Village, thinking of leaving it to the Japanese army as a headquarters, so that when the war was over, it would be the closest place to here. He can definitely miss some of the Chinese troops.

Of course, this is what Wang Xiaoqiang said when summarizing the final battle. As for whether he really expected the enemy to be ahead of him, it doesn't matter anymore.

The important thing is that he fired the first shot of the attack on the 2nd Mixed Brigade. To be more precise, it was the first shot, the first shot that went straight to Huanglong.

"Old Mudun, let's see if you have the confidence to fuck these fucking guys." Wang Xiaoqiang handed the binoculars to the mortar platoon leader who was called over.

He was a second lieutenant who was no more than 30 years old. The reason why Wang Xiaoqiang called him Lao Mudun was simply that this veteran’s military service and age were much older than Wang Xiaoqiang’s. The reason why he was still only a second lieutenant was because of this veteran. The artillery lieutenant originally named Mu served in the Yunnan Army for eight years until he was captured by Wang Xiaoqiang, who was still just the battalion commander, and his cannon during a battle.

Artillery is a high-tech branch in this era. Its extreme scarcity saved Lao Mudun's life and gave Wang Xiaoqiang a good artillery platoon leader.

And this artillery platoon leader will also completely change the trend of this battlefield.

"Captain, if you can fight, you can fight, but there are not a few Japanese troops active in this village. Look at those houses, there are Japanese troops coming in and out, and they seem to be moving things. If it is an ammunition depot, it will be great. "The artillery lieutenant held the telescope for a long time and hesitated to express his opinion.

"Old Mudun! Otherwise, you would have been defeated by me!" Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't help grinning after hearing his subordinate's suggestion. "Here, let me ask you, if you were the Japs commander, would you put the ammunition depot together with your own headquarters?"

"Then I don't know how. Let alone the ammunition depot, I usually sleep far away from the artillery carts in the platoon." The artillery second lieutenant shook his head like a rattle.

As an artilleryman for a long time, he had seen artillery shells explode with his own eyes. When he was in the Yunnan Army, a shell hit the shell storage point of the artillery position, fifty shells were detonated, and the place shook.

Even if there was a bunker several hundred meters away, the artillery lieutenant who had witnessed the tragedy was so scared that he peed his pants. Centered on the detonated shell storage area, within a radius of 200 meters, all humans and animals were wiped out. Many people and pack horses were not actually hit by shrapnel. Killed by air waves, but shocked to death.

The psychological shadow of this tragedy on the artillery second lieutenant still exists to this day. When the artillery platoon goes into battle, the artillery shell storage point is always a hundred meters away. After every battle, the ammunition hand becomes the hardest working soldier in the artillery platoon.

But according to the artillery second lieutenant surnamed Mu, it is better to be half dead from exhaustion than to be blown up to nothing.

Even though he belonged to the Yunnan Army before, he had been a member of the 80th Army for four or five years, and he was also a very good gunner. Therefore, no one said much about this kind of cautious behavior that was almost a coward.

"That's it. The Japanese soldiers are bad, but they are not stupid. The village is such an obvious target. It's ok to find a room in it as a temporary command post. The ammunition depot will never be placed here. You can fire at the position I said. I guarantee that there is at least a left-level officer there." Wang Xiaoqiang said confidently.

"How did you judge it, Captain?" The artillery lieutenant was a little confused about where his captain got the confidence from.

More than 1,000 meters away! Even if it is now high above, if it weren't for his 4x German telescope, I'm afraid I can't even see a person's shadow.

"Intuition! Just like when I first saw Brother Tang Dao, I felt that he was a thunder god fart----extraordinary." Wang Xiaoqiang answered confidently.

Several officers around looked at each other. .

If Captain Tang knew that you described him like this, would he stop communicating with him? Will there be artillery shells in the future? Captain Tang must not know this.

Especially the artillery lieutenant, he regretted chatting with his regiment commander who seemed to be out of tune. If he had known this, he would have done what he said, why would he give any suggestions! Didn't the careless commander Wang say that Commander Tang was a fart?

Little did he know that the commander who was out of tune in the mind of the artillery platoon leader looked at his subordinates who were speechless, but his mouth curled up slightly.

Even Brigade Commander Cheng said: Among the several regiment-level cadres under his command, the most calm one was Commander Xu, the most courageous one was Ye Chenghuan, and the most cunning and cunning one must be Wang Xiaoqiang.

Wang Xiaoqiang, who was nicknamed "crazy warrior" by the instructors, was not rated as the most courageous under Brigade Commander Cheng. On the one hand, it shows Ye Chenghuan's courage, but on the other hand, it shows that Wang Xiaoqiang's greatest characteristic has never been the superficial courage of a man carrying a big knife to kill the enemy. He has extremely high battlefield wisdom.

A seemingly unintentional joke about Tang Dao was actually intentional. Its purpose was to say, "Stop talking nonsense, just listen to me, and fire at me."

Intuition is actually the simplest way. Wang Xiaoqiang didn't have time to explain to his subordinates at this moment. The positions of the figures standing outside the courtyard were a bit messy, which did not meet the standard of guards.

It must be a Japanese officer. As for how high his rank was, no one knew.

Anyway, Comrade Wang Xiaoqiang's principle was to try his best first, no matter if there was a date or not.

However, Wang Xiaoqiang also knew the personalities of his subordinates. Two months ago, let alone shells, they counted the bullets. They were too poor to spend money.

Even if he was the head of the regiment, they would obey his orders if he ordered them to squander, but they could not guarantee that they would not scold him as a prodigal son of the regiment.

As soon as he teased Tang Caishen, Lieutenant Mudun, who lived on the artillery shells delivered by the Four-line Regiment, immediately changed his eyes. It is estimated that in this lucky artillery attack, he was only willing to fire three rounds, but now he dared to double it.

"Okay, you are the commander and you have the final say, but because of the difficulty in transportation, my platoon brought 18 rounds of artillery shells. It is agreed that we will fire 6 rounds, two rounds per gun!" In order to shut up the unreliable mouth of the commander Wang, the artillery platoon leader planned to use 6 rounds of artillery shells to pay for the commander Wang's illusory intuition.

"Okay! But if you don't hit it accurately, your artillery platoon will only have cabbage and rice at night!" Wang Xiaoqiang nodded and added a tight ring to the artillery platoon.

The artillerymen of the 772nd Regiment on the hillside were busy under the leadership of the artillery lieutenant.

And ten minutes ago, in the small courtyard of Changle Village, Yamamoto Wen, who had been silent for a long time, finally walked out of the house and talked about the current battle situation with the brigade chief of staff Yin Tengyangtai who rushed to the command center.

As the commander of the rear wing defense line, Yin Tengyangtai was 700 meters away from the front-line defense position. After the Four-Line Regiment threw explosive packs at the front-line position and caused a terrible explosion, he knew that the position was about to be broken and all the personnel left on the position would die.

Without much hesitation, he immediately led all the remnants except the front-line position to retreat backwards. He retreated nearly 2,500 meters before gathering the remnants to rebuild the defense line according to the local terrain.

Fortunately, the Chinese army that broke through the position did not pursue all the way, otherwise, Yin Tengyangtai did not know whether he would have a chance to return to the brigade headquarters.

"Your Excellency, the brigade commander, the rear wing defense line was lost, and the artillery battalion was severely damaged. There are only 7 mountain artillery guns left. Many shells were abandoned on the position because they were not transferred in time. I have ordered them to retreat into the mountains to avoid further retaliation from the Chinese artillery. As the commander of the rear wing of my brigade, I am to blame. Please punish me, Your Excellency, the brigade commander." Yin Tengyangtai lowered his head and admitted his mistakes in a very frank manner.

He knew the temperament of his brigade commander. He was arrogant and extremely stubborn. He could hardly tolerate mistakes made by his subordinates. Even though he was a middle-left chief of staff, the loss of the rear wing was related to the life and death of the entire brigade. In this critical situation, it was hard to guarantee that the brigade commander, the major general, would not use him, the middle-left of the army, as a sacrifice for the entire brigade to stimulate the brigade's determination to fight to the death.

Therefore, the chief of staff of the Second Mixed Brigade, who was very insecure, put on a very low posture. Unless this man threw a knife to him and asked him to apologize, he would accept all other punishments, even if he was dismissed on the spot.

But to the surprise of the middle-left of the army, although Major General Yamamoto's face was ugly, he shook his head after listening to his words, and his tone was still gentle: "Yang Taijun, although your rear wing was defeated, this battle was not a crime of war.

The secret weapon used by the Chinese mentioned in your telegram can throw large explosive packs a hundred meters or even hundreds of meters away. It is really terrifying. Not to mention you, even if I and the commander-in-chief are here, we are powerless to compete with it with simple field fortifications.

I have already explained this in the telegram to the commander-in-chief Xiang Yue Qingshi, and the front army headquarters will not hold you accountable for your mistakes. ”

“Your Excellency, Commander of the Brigade, Yin Tengyangtai has failed your high hopes...” Yin Tengyangtai only felt his eyes warm up and his throat was choked with sobs.

This was not pretended, but he was really moved, and was moved by his Major General Brigade Commander.

Not only did Yamawen forgive him for the crime of losing the position, but more importantly, at this critical moment, he sent a telegram to the Eastern Route Army Headquarters to defend him, and was even willing to bow to Lieutenant General Xiang Yue Qingshi for this.

From the fact that Yamawen specifically and solemnly read out the name of Commander Xiang Yue Qingshi, Yin Tengyangtai knew that in order to save the Second Mixed Brigade, the proud Yamawen had actually given up his pride.

Of course, even if Yamawen was still proud and didn't care much about Xiang Yue Qingshi, Xiang Yue Qingshi, who was like an ant on a hot pot in Lucheng, had to save the Second Mixed Brigade.

If the Second Mixed Brigade was made a mess by the Chinese, the newly appointed Shanshan Yuan That was appointed by the emperor of the empire. You can't slap anyone in the face, but you can easily brush off the matter by saying that he is new here and not familiar with the war situation in the north, but he, the supreme commander of the Eastern Route Army, can't escape it anyway.

Yamamoto, the brigade commander of the major general, has a bad future. He, the future general, can't be tied to this fool.

Yamamoto and Yin Teng Yangtai both understand this truth, but Yamamoto still gave up his pride, which shows how much determination he has made for the survival of the entire brigade.

It's hard to choose death, but it's also not easy to let go of pride.

You say that Yin Teng Yangtai was moved to tears, and he almost hugged Yamamoto's thigh and cried, and he also had to say: I will do my best for you until I die!

"Don't be too discouraged, Yin Tengjun, the Chinese are now completely in the upper hand and have completely surrounded our army. It seems that they can crush our remaining troops into powder at any time.

But, I remember a famous person said that life is like a game of cards. Even if you get the worst cards, you can't give up. You have to finish the game! Whether you win or lose, you can only be determined at the end of the game.

Yin Tengjun, I don't know if you have ever had such an experience, where you got a very bad hand, but at the end, you were surprised to find that the bad hand won because the opponent made mistakes again and again.

I have had such an experience! "Yamamoto looked into the distance, his thin face looked resolute and determined.

The philosophical and determined words seemed to inject new strength into the already disheartened Yin Teng Yangta.

For the first time, Yin Teng Yangta did not regard Yamamoto as a superior.

But, an idol!

It is not difficult to say philosophical words, just recite a few famous quotes, and look calm, and the style will come out.

But at this moment when thousands of people are about to be killed and the honor of the Imperial Army Major General is about to be nailed to the pillar of shame of the entire Imperial Army, it is really rare to be able to motivate subordinates like this.

It is definitely a loss for the empire for such a person not to become a general! Yin Teng Yangta felt very sorry for his new idol.

When this person feels sorry for someone, it often happens after an outstanding person is gone.

So, isn't this a problem?

"Stop!" A sharp voice sounded.

"There are cannons! "With this thought, Yin Tengyangtai felt that the blood in his body seemed to have solidified.

The body that was ten years younger than Yamamoto's obviously reacted more quickly. The moment he turned over and lay down, "Boom boom boom! "Three consecutive shells landed inside and outside the courtyard.

Then, three more shells landed precisely on the previously bombed area.

Just like a song: one wave hasn't subsided, another wave comes to attack, a vast sea of ​​people, a violent storm...

To put it bluntly, they are afraid that one wave won't kill them, so they'll come with two waves!

The stone screen that was originally used to block bullets was blown away, and two large holes were blown in the blue brick wall. The thick cotton cloth that was soaked with water and used to cover the windows did block a lot of flying shrapnel.

But the general is not in the house!

He was pretending outside...

The price of pretending is that a certain army major general, who was still staring ahead, infusing his subordinates with strength to show the perseverance and courage of the Imperial Japanese Army, was covered in blood and was blown several meters away by the air wave.

"Your Excellency the Brigade Commander..."

Yin Tengyangtai, shaking his head and shaking off the dust on his head, screamed wildly, as if his father had died!