Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 136: Lieutenant Colonel’s Pride

Is it the concession garrison that is so shocked?

 When 30 seconds passed, a ball of fire flashed from the north of the Suzhou River Bridge.

  A loud "Boom!" spread throughout the battlefield and a small half of the concession.

Wakita Jiro, who was waiting for his own spies hiding in the concession to fire off a signal flare, could launch a covering attack on his chosen prey, was suddenly stunned.

"Searchlights! Turn on all the searchlights. I want to see what the Chinese are doing?" Jiro Wakiba quickly reacted and gave the order quickly.

 Six large searchlights that had been set up gradually lit up, and six clear lamp posts illuminated the Suzhou River behind Sihang Warehouse as bright as day.

Not to mention the Sihang Warehouse and the not-so-wide Suzhou River, one could clearly see the dirty faces of the Chinese soldiers who had just climbed up from the ground and stood up opposite.

The stone Suzhou River Bridge, which was once spacious enough for two cars to walk side by side, only has half of the bridge deck and a few thick piers left across the river.

 “Baga! Where is the bridge?” Wakitajiro was stunned.

Until then, he had not realized that the Chinese themselves had blown up the bridge.

 “All the Chinese people crossed the river!” A look of desolation appeared on Makino Jun’s face.

There is no need to look at the number of Chinese people standing by the river. The bridge has been blown up, so they must have all crossed the river.

As for why the spies who had already negotiated in advance did not send out the signal flare at the right opportunity, it may be that something unknown went wrong.

 But the Chinese just cross the river, so why blow up the bridge? Are they still afraid that pursuers will chase them from the bridge and kill them? Isn't this the only way to get to the concession?

The Japanese Colonel is still confused that the path of death he designed for his opponent has disappeared. There is still an unexplainable problem lingering in the mind of the Japanese Lieutenant Colonel.

 Two flares hit the Japanese position on the left wing.

The Japanese army's position stretches all the way to the edge of the trench along the river. Six heavy machine guns are lined up in a row. The machine gunners are already in place and the long bullets have been inserted.

Suddenly being exposed to the light, the expressions of astonishment and panic on the faces of the Japanese machine gunners who had been stroking the machine gun triggers in the darkness and getting ready for all shooting looked very funny in the telescope.

What’s funny is not that the Japanese machine gunners immediately picked up their machine guns and hid in the trenches.

 After all, after last night’s lesson, the most normal result after the flare is fired is a mortar attack.

This time, they learned a lot.

 What’s funny is actually Colonel James’ face that changes color.

The white greasy color unique to white people instantly turned red, as if he was about to transform into Guan Gong.

 That is the sign of blood rushing up to the head.

 Being ashamed, you are also angry and angry!

 The intertwining of various complex emotions.

In front of the Chinese general, he swore on behalf of the brigadier general that through communication with the Japanese dispatched army headquarters, the Japanese army would never attack. Otherwise, it would be an insult to the Empire on which the sun never sets, which is absolutely unforgivable.

 Now, the Chinese have fulfilled their promise and mostly retreated and handed over their heavy weapons.

But what about the Japanese? They once again shamelessly tore up the verbal agreement and rubbed the dignity of the Empire on which the sun never sets on the ground.

To put it simply, they are nothing. Those Japanese lunatics didn't take them seriously at all. If they didn't shoot at them, they would be giving great face.

 “Fake, laolao!” Colonel James, who was a bit on top, jumped to his feet and yelled.

 Mixed Chinese and British curse words, but no one laughed.

 The Army Lieutenant Colonel stood in front of and opposite his soldiers, and rarely shed two lines of clear tears.

Only this time, he was not sad, but raised his face and let the tears roll down, flowing over his cheeks, sliding over the corners of his mouth, and hitting the ground.

 He is proud!

He was proud of the commander of his main company, who once again predicted accurately, even to the point of not missing the right time to attack the Japanese army.

Everything under the flares has proved that the Japanese army, which had suffered heavy losses, was waiting for the last group of soldiers to cross the bridge who had lost their heavy equipment.

At that time, there was no ability to fight back, no cover, only a race against death. However, with a length of more than 30 meters, can they outrun the concentrated fire of six heavy machine guns?

 No one in a hundred.

Of course, he is even more proud of the fact that those two outstanding and brilliant subordinates not only have smart minds, but also have the heart of a warrior who is not afraid of death.

It is true that after discovering the shameless attack by the Japanese army, the usual practice was for the strong men to cut off their arms and choose to leave some dead soldiers, and use the warehouse fortifications to shoot at the Japanese army to suppress the opponent's firepower, allowing the other part to escape.

Although there may not be many survivors, but the whole army will not be annihilated.

 But his capable subordinates who made him proud did not do this. They would not leave anyone behind. They wanted to live together and die together.

With the entire army shrinking and re-defending the fortress, they will let the Japanese soldiers who want to steal the chicken know what it means to steal the chicken but lose the rice.

Even if there are only more than a hundred people, if the 36th Regiment wants to bite them off, they will inevitably pay a price that they cannot bear.

 Really, he had never been so proud, proud of his soldiers.

 Behind the Army Lieutenant Colonel, Qin Ruoyu was perhaps the only officer who did not shed tears.

 In fact, he already knew the outcome five hours ago.

Before Tang Dao took over the position of company commander, he didn't have much contact with Tang Dao, but that didn't mean that he didn't admire his colleague who was younger than him.

He could not match Tang Dao's powerful individual skills, but his accurate prediction of the battlefield situation was the real reason why this young second lieutenant who had only graduated from the military academy for two years admired him to the core.

Qin Ruoyu always remembers the white-haired middle-aged man named Baili who once served as the principal of their school. He said this at their graduation party: One person is strong, but he is not strong. In the future, no matter what position you hold, you will be the same. The soldiers of the platoon are like a whole, a company is like this, a battalion is like this, and a regiment is like this. This is what the teacher expects of you.

Qin Ruoyu, who has been in the imperial army for two years, has always tried hard to achieve what that person said. He put aside his pretense of being a top student and lived and ate together with the big soldiers. He had a deep and harmonious relationship, but he always felt that he was still a little short of that person's requirements.

It wasn't until he met Tang Dao in the warehouse and watched Tang Dao rise from a sergeant to Qingyun until he became his immediate boss, that he understood that if he wanted to make an army a whole, it would be like one person. Sharing joys and sorrows is one, and the other is to do As the leader of this army, I must be strong enough.

 Strong enough to make your own people look up to you and your enemies to despair.

 Only such people can bring victory. Victory after victory is the best fusion agent, making those soldiers willing to hand over their lives to you. Even if they know that there is a dead end ahead, they will follow you closely.

I'm afraid no one knows that with such a near-admiration mentality, Qin Ruoyu's obedience to Tang Dao is no less than Leng Feng, a die-hard fan of Tang Dao.

But Qin Ruoyu didn't expect that five hours ago, Tang Dao interviewed three platoon leaders one by one, and he was ranked last.

 In the secret room with only the two of them, Tang Dao frankly analyzed the retreat situation at night and asked him to lead the second platoon to leave, while he and the first and third platoons would defend the fourth row warehouse.

　　Without asking why, Qin Ruoyu knew that Tang Dao would explain it to him.

“The first company needs seeds! Otherwise I can’t explain it to Shangguan Company Commander. This is just one of them.

 Secondly, and most importantly, I need you and the second platoon to protect the safety of several officers.

 Because, although you seem to be safe in the concession, you will actually suffer inhuman sufferings. Some people may not be afraid of life and death on the battlefield, but long-term suffering and a bleak future will make people lose their spirit and eventually deteriorate.

If you are stupid, Leng Feng is too tough, while Li Jijin is more cautious and lacks sharpness. You are the only one who hides a needle in your skin. You may seem to be a scholar, but in fact you are the most perseverant and can take on this important responsibility. "Tang Dao looked at his second platoon leader with a sharp look.

"In this letter, I have written down the changes in those people you need to pay attention to, and those people you can seek help from." After Tang Dao took out a letter and handed it to Qin Ruoyu, he still couldn't accept it, and finally sighed. tone.

"What's more, we are not bound to die. This war will last for a long time. We will still meet if we have the chance."

This sentence was the last straw that broke Qin Ruoyu's mind. He did not want to live alone and accepted his order, so he could only accept his order with tears.

Now, his commander and brothers implemented the planned plan and escaped the deadly trap that the Japanese army had planned for a long time, proving once again that Tang Dao had nothing to lose.

 He shouldn't cry.

 However, huge worries still shrouded his mind.

There are only over a hundred of them. How can they withstand the fierce attack of the Japanese army tomorrow? Can they really see each other again?

Compared to the deep sadness of the Chinese soldiers here, the Japanese soldiers, who were originally ready to harvest the lives of their enemies and were overjoyed, may not be less sad.

 (End of this chapter)