Rise From Eight Hundred

Lying down can dodge bullets, but not shells.

What is the result of a 22-kilogram grenade exploding on the sand?

The Chinese soldiers on the battlefield only saw a ball of fire, and then the bushes and human bodies were thrown away by the air wave.

But in fact, for the Japanese soldiers who were suffering in the hell-level artillery fire, the most terrifying thing was not the air wave.

After all, everyone was lying down honestly, as long as the shells did not fall within seven or eight meters of their side, their lives were still guaranteed.

But the sand that was formed and accumulated after thousands of years of river erosion became an accomplice of the explosion of explosive energy. After being stimulated by the explosive energy, it was like countless sharp arrows, more terrible than the flying shrapnel.

A piece of accelerated yellow sand hit the human body, which was a blood hole.

And here, there was nothing else, just endless yellow sand.

This is equivalent to adding another bonus to the attack power of these big mortar shells, increasing the power by at least 20%.

Once the boosted shells were fired, they would often take away several lives, and the Japanese soldiers who suffered this kind of pain had no way to hide or avoid it, and could only endure it.

Because there were still countless guns staring at them, and as long as they dared to jump up and run away, the fierce bullet flow would make them lie down in the grass again.

Lying on the sand and waiting, waiting for the god of death to ignore him, or to come to them to have a friendly chat.

The Chinese artillery, like plowing the land, was extremely regular, sweeping all the way from the left side of the sandbar to the right side.

The Japanese could only watch the god of death's sickle harvesting, and then being torn into pieces by artillery fire, or, if they survived the gap between artillery fire, they had no time to celebrate, and saw that the mortars that had bombed a round bombed again from the other side.

The fear of waiting for death was even more painful than being killed by a cannon.

But the Chinese were extremely patient, and it seemed that they had no shortage of ammunition reserves, and they had no intention of using infantry to launch a charge attack.

Finally, when the artillery fire was shifted to one side again, the remaining Japanese soldiers lying in the grass could not help it.

They jumped up and ran madly.

Of course, they were not going to charge.

The Chinese artillery had even extinguished the three gunboats of the navy. Their infantry was nothing in front of them!

Escape!

The sandbar was not very wide, only a few dozen meters, which allowed the artillery fire to wreak havoc while giving the Japanese a very short escape distance. As long as they ran fast enough, they could jump into the river and swim back to the sea with their proficient swimming skills...

Well! In fact, no Japanese soldier thought so far.

They just wanted to escape from this purgatory, and simply didn't want to watch themselves being blown up by artillery shells. They just wanted to live.

Live at this moment.

As for how good they were at swimming and whether they could escape, they really didn't think so much.

The machine guns and rifles that had been ready for battle were waiting for this moment, waiting for the Japanese infantry who could no longer withstand the bombardment to show up.

The fierce gunfire was no less than the sound of artillery.

I don't know how many Japanese soldiers were swept down by bullets at the moment they just started.

However, because the entire sandbar was shrouded in thick smoke, the distance of 300 meters was still a bit too far for infantry. This was not a shooting range, and there were still many lucky people who avoided the splashing shrapnel and the torrent of bullets.

At least more than 60 Japanese soldiers jumped into the Huangpu River.

That scene was spectacular.

Just like what an old soldier who lived to the end of the war described in his story of fighting the devils to his great-grandson who had just put on a red scarf:

The Japanese were so angry that they lined up and jumped into the river with your great-grandfather's gun muzzle facing them. I only pulled the bolt twice and fired two shots in total, and watched more than a dozen Japanese devils jump into the river, and then they disappeared.

"Grandfather, they all swam away in the water?" The little boy was full of regret.

"Silly boy, they are wearing big leather boots, carrying magazines, grenade hanging on their bodies, and a shovel on their waists. They can probably dive, but whether they can swim is not certain." The old soldier said with a smile.

The old soldier could not give his little grandson the most accurate answer, but he who has lived to the future knows one thing very well: swimming fully armed, even for elite special forces, requires years of practice.

As for whether the Japanese infantry had this practice, the old soldier is 100% sure that they did not.

According to the cavalry company's post-war inventory on the sandbar, after more than 20 minutes of fighting and artillery bombardment, the Japanese soldiers who stepped on the wrong place left 330 bodies on the sandbar. Among them, there may have been some alive, but they may have been scared by the murderous Chinese soldiers who boarded the sandbar to clean up the battlefield.

The murderous aura is really scary.

So, there were only corpses on the sandbar.

As for how many Japanese soldiers jumped into the river in a panic and tried to swim back to the sea, the cavalry company could not count.

Because they all have good diving skills, and once they jump, they disappear.

In the future, they all have the potential to be divers.

Perhaps only the Japanese know this.

The war report of the Tenth Army after the war described the losses caused by the reconnaissance squadron due to the wrong choice of landing site: The 114th Division Reconnaissance Squadron, including Major Hideyuki Koyama, landed 396 people, 330 died in battle, 65 were missing, and 1 was injured.

The so-called missing on the battlefield is naturally the kind that will never come back.

The Huangpu River is not like those small rivers on the Japanese islands. In such a cold late autumn, not to mention the rapid flow of the river, even the rapid drop in body temperature can kill people who are good at swimming.

It is not difficult to land on the sandbar to clean up the battlefield. Several young men who can swim with ropes first swam across the sandbar, nailed wooden stakes, and formed a rope bridge on the river bank and the sandbar. A cavalry company climbed the rope to enter the sandbar.

It was not to count the casualties of the Japanese army, but the spoils of war could not be missed. There were hundreds of rifles, light machine guns, grenade launchers, etc., which could fully arm an infantry battalion.

As for finishing off or prisoners of war, Tang Dao, as the commander, was commanding the artillery troops to dismantle the guns and load them on horseback. He believed that the Northeast cavalry who had fought a lot with the Japanese army would make the right choice.

It took about half an hour to clean up the battlefield, and the artillery also successfully rode on horses and retreated with all the spoils under the protection of two infantry companies.

Tang Dao's prediction was very accurate. The four Japanese fighter planes arrived at the battlefield about 30 minutes after Tang Dao led the crowd to leave. They circled several times in the sky. Except for the battlefield below, which was completely over with earth-yellow corpses lying in all directions, the Chinese who were said to have artillery did not even see their shadows.

30 minutes was enough for the cavalry to run seven or eight kilometers. Tang Dao ordered the cavalry company to separate and move away from the battlefield, and then hide in the woods for temporary shelter.

The unwilling Japanese fighter planes simply flew to Songjiang City not far away, thinking that since they were here anyway, they would not lose anything as long as they dropped bombs on the Chinese's foreheads.

Unfortunately, Songjiang City is not Jinshanwei, and the 67th Army is not the extremely poor Sichuan Army and Hunan Army. There is an anti-aircraft battalion in the city, and the remaining 6 Oerlikon single-barrel machine guns may not be as good as the Su Luotong in hitting tanks, but air defense is its strong point.

The six flames that suddenly jumped out startled the four Japanese planes. Before they flew over Songjiang City, they shook their wings, dropped their bombs and flew away.

However, they left several big pits in the mud outside the city, which was not a wasted trip.

As for the three gunboats, they had been bombed to pieces. Although they were not sunk, they had completely lost power and were drifting downstream along the river.

The tactical goal had been achieved, and it was no longer important whether the gunboats could be completely destroyed. When Tang Dao ordered the artillery to turn to attack the Japanese infantry, he had already given up the three iron lumps.

That was probably the only thing the Japanese Navy was proud of when the Japanese Navy and Army were quarreling and cursing each other over the defeat in this battle.

None of my three gunboats were lost. The blood and countless bullet holes on the ships all proved the bravery of the Imperial Navy. Moreover, there were 43 people alive on my three gunboats. What about you army millipedes? How many survived? Pull them out for me to see.

Such shameless remarks almost drove the senior generals of the 10th Army led by Yanagawa Heisuke crazy.

You still have dozens of people alive? When the infantry was bombarded by the Chinese, why did you keep silent as if all of them were killed? Were your three 80mm naval guns blocked by horse manure?

Japanese Navy: In order to protect the imperial heavy weapons from being destroyed, our naval warriors endured humiliation and bore heavy burdens...

Japanese Army: You guys are so noble in pretending to be dead, only you naval horses are good at that.

Japanese Navy: I didn't have many dead.

Japanese Army: Damn it.