Rise From Eight Hundred

"Hinen Liang, the Japanese are really ruthless."

Lei Xiong looked away from the battlefield.

"They actually killed their soldiers in front of us. This is to save bullets for us!"

"Wakiitajiro, you suddenly became smarter!" Tang Daoya sighed slightly while lying half behind the wall.

"This time, we can forcibly replace the backbone that we just broke with the lives of eight brothers."

In this battle, Tang Dao killed 8 Japanese soldiers. In the eyes of the Japanese and Chinese, it was like a powerful stroke from the gods. But only he knew that the explosion just now exhausted all the strength of his body.

The fight never lasted for more than a minute and a half, and the energy he expended was even more tiring than walking five kilometers cross-country on a mountain road in full gear.

Not only him, but the moment he returned to the warehouse carrying the brothers who were killed and seriously injured in the battle, everyone from Tang Dao to Lei Xiong to the soldiers who could walk back to the warehouse by themselves wanted to lie down immediately, no matter what was on the ground.

Physical fatigue is secondary. The most tiring thing is undoubtedly the highly concentrated spirit that has been wandering on the edge of life and death.

The intense secretion of adrenaline can allow people to explode to their maximum strength when fighting, and forget about fear, and even the pain will be reduced. However, after the crisis, almost no one can resist the feeling of weakness in hands and feet, and death-like fatigue. .

In fact, while the fight was going on in the front of the warehouse, the fighting on the two wings of the warehouse never stopped. Li Jijin's three platoons and two infantry squads had to leave one infantry squad for fire suppression. Only three platoons and one infantry squad could go down to the first floor to respond to them.

Ten people carried eight bodies and two seriously injured people. The exhausted soldiers finally walked up to the second floor on their own under the leadership of Tang Dao, Lei Xiong, and Leng Feng.

Then, it lay on the ground like a gourd.

But Tang Dao knew that if these soldiers who had exceeded their limits had another chance to encounter an equal number of Japanese troops in hand-to-hand combat, their casualties would be reduced by another twenty percent.

This is progress and evolution.

The battlefield is an ecological environment that is even more cruel than nature. If you want to survive, you must become stronger.

These soldiers did it.

However, the cost of survival of the fittest was a bit too heavy. Half of Leng Feng's platoon was directly removed. With the casualties suffered in the past few days, his platoon turned into an infantry squad.

Tang Dao looked at Leng Feng, who was sitting next to him, holding a cigarette in his mouth and desperately striking matches, but his hands were shaking for a long time without wiping the fire. "Old Leng, I'm sorry for standing in a row."

"Sir, you said this is boring. If a row dares to fight, there is no coward who is afraid of death." Leng Feng, who was still trying to wipe away the fire, paused slightly, lowered his head and answered in a muffled voice. "Besides, brothers exchange one for three and kill more than thirty Japs. It's not a loss."

"Old Leng, Stone is great! I didn't embarrass you. It's just..." Lei Xiong on the side saw Leng Feng's appearance, and he, who had always been rough and bold, couldn't help but persuade him.

"Yeah!" Leng Feng's shoulders shook violently.

Lei Xiong moved over and put his arms around Leng Feng's shoulders: "Come on, give me a cigarette to relieve your fatigue!"

Leng Feng lowered his head, took out the cigarette case that was almost soaked with sweat from his pocket, and threw it directly to Lei Xiong, while he continued to strike the match that could never be struck.

It wasn't that his hands were trembling, but that he was holding it upside down.

It wasn't until much later that Tang Dao knew who the stone Lei Xiong was talking about was.

It was the young soldier who died together with the Japanese army, and finally bit off half of the Japanese army's ear.

That was Leng Feng's orderly, and also Leng Feng's only relative in the world.

Leng Feng is from the north and his home is in Rehe.

In 1933, the Japanese army occupied Rehe. People with lofty ideals in Rehe organized a resistance army to fight against the Japanese army in the mountains. The angry Japanese army had no choice but to kill more than a dozen villages that had provided food for the resistance army.

Leng Feng's parents and all his relatives died in that inhumane massacre. Only his fourteen-year-old brother Leng Yan, who was an apprentice in Peiping, escaped. Leng Yan, who Lei Xiong called his nickname Shitou, was killed. When his younger brother was sent to Jinling, Leng Feng's original intention was that in the army he could avenge his country and his family, while his younger brother could live a good life.

The bloodline of the Leng family will not be cut off.

It's a pity that the fourteen-year-old boy didn't listen to him and secretly signed up to join the army without telling him when he turned seventeen. Leng Feng had no choice but to run away through countless channels. Even Lei Xiong found the regiment leader. Put the baby brother next to you so that you can take care of it.

In this era, brothers, relatives, and fellow villagers like to stay in the same army. This is not a rare thing in the army. Some infantry companies also have father-son soldiers, uncle-nephew soldiers, and this is basically the case with Lao Hei and his cousin. .

But even Leng Feng didn't expect that his seemingly frail little brother, whom he usually protected, would risk his life in this hand-to-hand battle without even giving him a chance to rescue him.

It can be seen how deeply the hatred of the genocide was buried in the young man's heart.

At that time, Tang Dao finally understood why the dead young soldier bit the dying Japanese soldier's ear and tried to swallow it before dying.

That may be the obsession that the young man has had in his heart ever since he learned that his family was gone!

And Lei Xiong knew about the relationship between Leng Feng and Shitou. After learning that Shitou died in the battle, it goes without saying that he felt guilty.

However, he also knew that this kind of pain could not be comforted.

Leng Feng did not light the cigarette in his mouth until the Japanese artillery fire started to rage again, and the air wave through the window slit swept the cigarette away. Leng Feng, who had been silent all this time, picked up his gun and roared: "First platoon, go to the battlefield."

Mourning that his only close brother was gone, the leader of the first platoon returned.

Although the soldiers who could still obey his orders were pitifully few.

But even if he wanted to continue mourning, he had to stay alive first.

. . . . . . .

Under the extremely cruel death order of Jiro Wakiban, the Japanese attack was no less determined than before the hand-to-hand combat.

They even had the urge to have another hand-to-hand combat. I don't know how many Japanese soldiers took off their military uniforms, wearing only white shirts and cloth bands with red suns on their heads, and launched waves of attacks on the warehouse.

From morning to afternoon, the fighting almost never stopped.

At the most dangerous time, the Japanese army had even blasted the walls of the first floor, creating three large holes that were almost big enough for tanks to enter, and at least one infantry squad rushed into the first floor.

However, the complex terrain of the first floor, the dark environment, and the inverted triangle fortifications arranged at the corners of the wall became an insurmountable natural barrier for them.

The building was like a giant beast that could devour everything. No Japanese soldiers were seen alive after entering the warehouse.

This caused serious self-doubt among the Japanese front-line commanders. They dared not drive their men into the building again, and continued to carry out the previous tactics and continue to blast the building. If one big hole didn't work, they would use ten until the entire first floor was completely blown open.

This was also the main reason why the warehouse was able to hold out until four o'clock in the afternoon.

The casualties in the warehouse continued to increase. After more than five hours of non-stop fighting, seven soldiers were killed in the battle. There were no serious injuries. Those who could still climb were participating in the battle. If they couldn't even lie down, they were basically dead.

Because the only two medical staff in the warehouse had joined the battle with guns. They had already used up their first aid kits, all the hemostatic drugs, and even the clean bandages. The only water they could use to wipe the wounds was the water introduced from Suzhou River, but even that was bloody and turbid.

As for minor injuries, everyone in the warehouse was injured.

Even the Tang Dao had a long blood mark on his cheek, which was left by a shrapnel.

If he hadn't been lucky, the shrapnel that just cut the skin could have cut off half of his face.

In such a cruel battle, bullets, shrapnel, air waves, and even small stones flying because of the explosion can kill people. These things that screamed and rushed in all directions don't care how strong your body is or how skilled your skills and tactics are.

Those who can survive rely on luck and courage.

Without the courage to shoot at the Japanese invaders in such a hell killing field, the swarming Japanese invaders would have torn them to pieces like hungry wolves.

130 people, now only a hundred are left.