Rise From Eight Hundred

150 soldiers from the 644th Regiment's Guard Company stood neatly in the ruins after being ravaged by Japanese artillery fire.

As the last card in the hands of the highest commander of the regiment.

As the essence of the essence of an infantry regiment of more than 2,000 people.

The officers and soldiers of the Guard Company have their own pride.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, although there were ruins under their feet, they still wore neat uniforms, held their heads high, and stood straight. Just from the momentum, they were not ordinary soldiers.

Because they were still on the front line, they looked forward when they saw their own regiment commander and Lieutenant Colonel Tang Dao walking side by side. They did not salute and greet.

"From tonight, you will be stationed in Cangcheng with the brothers of the first battalion, under the command of Battalion Commander Tang." The army colonel did not waste words and directly issued a military order.

"Yes!" A captain standing at the front of the queue stood at attention and saluted and roared, which was considered as receiving a military order.

Then, under the gesture of the army colonel's hand, everyone's eyes turned to Tang Dao.

It is a military practice for the new commander to give a speech. First, it is to make all subordinates familiar with his appearance for future command, and second, it is to let everyone know his personal style through the speech.

"I am Tang Dao, and I welcome you on behalf of all the defenders of Cangcheng." Tang Dao's opening remarks were very ordinary.

It was like a cup of boiled water, ordinary.

However, the next second, Tang Dao was seen grinning slightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

It was like a wolf showing its sharp teeth under the moonlight.

Why did they have such a strange feeling? The officers and soldiers of the guard company could not explain it clearly. It was purely an instinctive intuition.

Perhaps after an hour or two, they understood that their instinctive intuition was wrong after all, because the one in front of them was much more terrifying than a tiger or a wolf.

If one must use an animal to describe the ferocity of this person, it can only be the Tyrannosaurus Rex of ancient times.

"However, we are not welcoming you to show the strength of the elite in the army, but to hell. Because this may be the graveyard of all of you and me, Tang."

The pride of the guards stiffened slightly.

Has this person always spoken so directly? Is it okay to curse everyone to become a dead ghost before the battle has even started? Is it unlucky or not?

"Maybe you think it's unlucky, but this is the fact. The Cangcheng position has only fought two battles with the Japanese devils in total. You have seen the brothers who died in the battle, which is close to half of the Cangcheng defenders.

This is a deadly place, so Tang Dao and his brothers came here without thinking about how to get out alive. The only thing to do is to kill a few more Japanese devils before they die." Tang Dao's metallic voice was low, but it rippled in the wide space of Cangcheng, as if causing a shocking echo.

Life and death, it's easy to say, but when you have to face it, it always makes people feel afraid.

He casually pointed to the young deputy squad leader of the 3rd Company of the 43rd Army not far away from him: "Soldier, tell them how many brothers your infantry squad died in the two battles, and how many Japanese soldiers were killed."

"Report to the commander, there are 14 people in the 3rd squad of the 26th Division of the 43rd Army, and a total of about 13 Japanese soldiers were killed. After two battles, there are still 8 people left." The young soldier trotted over and reported with his chest puffed out.

The record of killing 13 Japanese soldiers while killing 6 of their own people is something that any infantry squad should be proud of.

Because, starting from the Great Wall War of Resistance in 1933, even in offensive and defensive battles, the ratio of casualties with the Japanese army can be maintained at 3 to 1, which is a data worthy of the commander to celebrate.

Including this Battle of Songhu, China, which invested 700,000 elite troops, has suffered more than 100,000 casualties so far. The Japanese army, which invested 200,000 troops, not only had to attack, but also had to land from the sea. It was completely at a disadvantage geographically, but the casualties did not exceed 40,000. That was a sad 4 to 1.

If the wounded soldiers abandoned in the great retreat and the casualties on the road of retreat are counted, the casualty ratio of both sides will reach a horrible 7 to 1.

And this infantry squad is proud of 1 to 2.

But the young deputy squad leader did not hold his head high with arrogance. When he talked about the number of his own dead, his voice was hoarse involuntarily.

In fact, he did not directly say the number of dead, but replaced it with the number of people who were still alive.

Obviously, that was his sore spot.

Yes! That is also a death rate of nearly 50%! It means that half of the comrades who depend on each other for life and death have gone, and the soldiers of the guard company with a bit of arrogance are a little absent-minded.

However, as the elite of a group, even if they know what kind of battlefield they are about to face, the expressions on the soldiers' faces remain unchanged, and their bodies are still straight and upright.

"And today, perhaps it is just a test by the Japanese army. Tomorrow is the real moment of decisive battle. I hope each of you is mentally prepared for a fight to the death." Tang Dao looked at the guard company soldiers with unchanged expressions and nodded with satisfaction.

"Captain Tang, please assign a position to my guard company. Our 644th Regiment Guard Company is definitely not a coward." The guard company commander strode out of the line and shouted for orders.

The guard company commander was not tall, about 1.7 meters, but his eyes were bright. He had two Mauser pistols hanging on his left and right, and a thick-backed machete that should be the symbol of the Northwest Army on his back. He looked extremely tough.

If you don't have some skills, you probably can't be the guard company commander.

"Okay!" Tang Dao grinned.

"Then, all the brothers equipped with Mauser pistols and submachine guns, please step forward!"

Although no one knew what Tang Dao wanted to do, the well-trained soldiers of the Northeast Army's guard company still stepped forward without any hesitation. 60 people, including the guard company commander, stepped forward.

Basically, they all have the rank of sergeant, and they are all veterans with more than three or four years of military service.

If the guard company is the essence of the 644th Regiment, then these people are undoubtedly the best of the best.

"You are Commander Wang's soldiers, so let me ask you, do you know why Commander Wang took the risk and came to Cangcheng?" Tang Dao suddenly asked.

This question made the officers and soldiers of the guard company somewhat confused as to how to answer it.

Not too difficult, but too easy.

Naturally, he came to Cangcheng because he missed his officers and soldiers, so he came here specifically to take a look. Why else?

"I guess you have never seen your regimental commander cry, but I have seen it." Tang Dao said, looking at the officers and soldiers of the guard company who didn't know how to answer.

"Logically speaking, if a regiment commander who commands more than 2,000 men loses 300 troops in battle, it would not be so distressing that a seven-foot-tall man would shed tears. But he still shed tears because he is too fragile. ?

No, it was because he regretted that he did not come to fight side by side with the brothers in Cangcheng. He gave me the title of Cangcheng field commander who might be famous forever. To use a common saying in my hometown, he cried regretfully. All over! "

Wang Xirui on the side couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't expect that he would become Tang Dao's morale-boosting material. That was fine, but why did he regret crying?

"Donggao, do we have this saying in our hometown?" Qian Dazhu asked his veteran squad leader quietly.

"I don't know. It's probably because we are from western Sichuan and Commander Tang is from eastern Sichuan!" The veteran squad leader could only give this explanation.

The surrounding Cangcheng defenders were all laughing. Only the guards and soldiers were not laughing. Of course they knew who their commander was crying for and why they kept their trump card here.

Because the commander really felt sorry for his soldiers.

"Since I, Tang Dao, have won this honor and made all your regimental commanders regret and cry, it would be rude not to reciprocate. If I don't let the Japanese cry, how can I be worthy of your commander Wang?" Tang Dao's eyes suddenly looked at him. Became cold. "I want to do something outside the city. I wonder if you have the guts?"

Tang Dao's cold gaze slid past the 60 people in front of him, making people shiver involuntarily.

What does he want to do?

Many people vaguely guessed Tang Dao's plan, but they couldn't believe it.

What is a vote? Isn’t it just to kill people?

But there are thousands of Japanese troops outside Cangcheng. If you leave the position to conduct a sneak attack, don't steal the chicken and lose the rice, and take all the people in.

If that's the case, it's a really crazy idea.

Their original feeling turned out to be wrong. The Lieutenant Colonel Tang in front of them was some kind of wolf. He was a completely crazy wolf.

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