Rise From Eight Hundred

Amidst the laughter and chatter of a bunch of veterans, the young soldier slowly walked towards his veteran squad leader.

The closer he got, the more panicked he became.

Surprisingly, there were only four faces he was most familiar with beside the veteran squad leader.

But his infantry squad was a fully reorganized infantry squad ten days ago, with a total of 14 people.

"Zhu Zi!" An old soldier who had served in the regiment's baggage company for four years, with a bloodstained bandage on his head, greeted him with a bitter face.

"Deputy squad leader! Sit here!" Another private who was in the same year as him and was added to the squad from the battalion's cooking squad moved aside to make room.

The private's whole body was as gray as a mole, and his face was so blurred by the smoke and dust that it was almost impossible to distinguish his eyebrows and eyes, but his eyes were shining with tears, and his throat was shaking as he tried to prevent the tears from rolling down.

Without him saying anything, the young soldier could feel his inner grief, and his heart was even colder.

Trying his best to stay calm, silently nodded to the few people he was most familiar with, the young soldier cast his eyes on the old squad leader who had been smoking with his head down, and asked softly: "Dong Guo, how many brothers were injured?"

This was his inquiry with the greatest hope while suppressing his sadness.

There were 14 people in the squad, plus him and the 5 people here, there were only 6 people, and there were 8 people. The battle lasted less than an hour, and it was a defensive battle. The death rate should not be so high.

If they were injured, it would be okay, at least there was a chance to continue to live.

When it was night, all the seriously injured would be transported to Songjiang City through the residential area. While the Japanese army had not completely surrounded Songjiang, they might be transported to the original station of the 43rd Army by carriage or truck one step ahead.

However, his wish was ultimately unfulfilled.

"No one was injured. The battalion commander issued a strict order that those who were not seriously injured were not allowed to leave the front line. Except for the five of us, there were Tiedan and Shizi who I ordered to help carry the wounded. The rest died.

Lao Xia was killed by the enemy's machine gun, Hanwazi was killed by the enemy's grenade launcher grenade... and Xiaoyu, who had a broken leg and could have saved himself, but he said that it was not a serious injury, so he refused to leave. In the end, he bled to death.

There are still half of our squad left." The veteran squad leader lowered his eyes and spoke in a voice that was almost as soft as a mosquito.

The young soldier stood still as if struck by lightning.

In Dachang Town, he was in an infantry squad of 12 people who had been together day and night for more than a year, and only he and the squad leader were left. In the two days after the battle, he couldn't sleep every night. His mind was full of their faces. That experience was extremely painful.

Now, will similar pain happen again?

This kind of pain of constantly losing comrades is still too hard for a soldier who has just learned a lot from the war to accept.

Not to mention him, judging from the silence of the veteran who had been in the army for more than 10 years, the blow was also extremely heavy.

Because, in the war between warlords in Sichuan Province that the veteran was familiar with, there had never been such a phenomenon.

The war mode he was familiar with was to follow whoever won. Sometimes after a battle, let alone death, even the few injured were also in the chaos, spraining their ankles or breaking their legs.

But now, it's different.

This is a war with invaders and a war with foreign races. Failure means being slaughtered and exterminating the country, just like the nomadic peoples invading the Central Plains hundreds of years ago. And if you want to win, you need to make enough sacrifices.

Whether you are a new soldier or a veteran, you must learn in this war, learn to accept, and accept separation.

Your comrades and yourself are very likely to not wait for the day of victory.

But so what!

Liu Zhenshan, the major battalion commander who only commanded an infantry company, also sat blankly at the foot of the city wall and smoked silently.

The casualties were too great. In the first battle, the casualties of the infantry company he had just gathered reached one-third, and the Japanese had only just sent an infantry battalion. What if it was an infantry regiment or an infantry brigade?

Since he was ordered to come here, the major battalion commander who had left a will to his wife at the military headquarters had long given up thinking about living, but this did not mean that he hoped that he and his men would be wiped out so quickly.

The fall of Cangcheng meant that the Japanese army would go straight to the city of Songjiang without any scruples.

That was 100,000 Japanese troops! With such a fierce attack, could the brothers in Songjiang City still hold on? It didn't matter if he and his brothers died, but was there no one to report home?

It would be a great torture for his wife who was waiting at home if he couldn't even send back a death message! This was what the major battalion commander was most worried about.

However, the soldiers under the city wall, whether they were silent or forced to smile and chat, actually had only one purpose, to insist on living.

The first battle of Cangcheng had already shown the cruelty to the Chinese officers and soldiers.

Tang Dao received the war damage reports from two major battalion commanders and the captain of the fire support company.

On the 1st Battalion of the 644th Regiment of the 67th Army, 86 people were killed and 19 were seriously injured. The 3rd Company of the 43rd Army had 39 people killed and 9 seriously injured. The fire support company had 17 people killed and 6 seriously injured.

In just one battle, the entire army lost nearly a quarter of its casualties. Even though Tang Dao had experienced the cruel battle of the Four Lines, his eyes twitched slightly.

He did not expect that when the Japanese artillery could bombard recklessly, the defenders who also had strong walls would suffer such heavy casualties.

That also means that if such an intense attack comes a few more times, the troops in Cangcheng will be almost consumed.

Tang Dao and the two major battalion commanders were all heartbroken after counting the casualties.

In fact, as the attacker, Major Junichi Watanabe was in a much darker mood than the Chinese commanders.

His worries finally came true.

The castle, which was much smaller than Jinshan County, endured a more terrible bombardment than Jinshan County, but its counterattack was more fierce than Jinshan County.

Not only was the opponent's courage no less than that of the Jinshan County defenders, but the opponent's equipment was far stronger than the opponent who was already known as a tough bone yesterday.

Not only did they have the mortars that were conventionally equipped by the Chinese army, but they also had machine guns that could threaten the 89 tanks with flat fire. To this day, the wreckage of two 89 tanks is still smoking in the ruins.

Moreover, the Chinese light and heavy machine gun firepower points far exceeded his imagination, and they were also equipped with a large number of grenade launchers, which were only equipped in large quantities by the Northeast Army, which had learned from them.

Most Chinese people despise the Northeast Army because of the September 18th Incident, but only Japanese officers like Junichi Watanabe know how terrible the Northeast Army is.

If it weren't for some big shots in China who had a brain twitch, causing the 300,000 Northeast Army to retreat without a fight, the former Kwantung Army would never have been able to occupy the entire Northeast with only 100,000 troops. They simply won a prize and got a big bargain.

Looking at the battle damage report that the deputy battalion commander went to each infantry squadron to count, Junichi Watanabe was almost torn apart.

If the deputy battalion commander was not the younger brother of the wife of the regiment commander, he really wanted to roar at him at that moment: Have you graduated from junior high school? You added the wrong number!

In less than an hour of attack, 328 Imperial Army soldiers were lost. Can you believe it? That's not counting the loss of two tanks of the division tank squadron.

Doesn't that mean that if there are two more battles like today's intensity, the number of the 1st Infantry Battalion can be cancelled?

However, except for a few Japanese infantrymen whose bodies were crushed into fertilizer on Chinese soil due to being hit by grenades or mortars, the remains of most Japanese infantrymen were dragged back.

More than 300 bodies covered with white cloth were left in the wilderness of Jiangnan, China, which made the eyes of the Japanese major cold.

The bottom of his heart was even colder.

So many imperial warriors have died, the anger of the division commander should be gone!

But obviously, he was wrong.

Shigeharu Suematsu, who arrived at the front line, used a few big slaps to beat all the luck of Junichi Watanabe to Hokkaido.

"1st Infantry Battalion, continue, attack again!"

Fighting at night is a rare experience for the Japanese army.

"The Japanese are crazy!" The two lieutenant generals on the top of Songjiang City looked at the meteor shower that streaked across the sky and fell towards Songjiang, their faces solemn...

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