Rise From Eight Hundred

Those were two Oerlikon machine guns firing crazily.

According to the retreat route that Tang Dao had planned earlier, the two machine guns hidden in the fortifications had already set the firing angles.

When the Japanese flares were fired into the sky, the two fire groups equipped with telescopes set the scales and fired crazily at the area where the light was flashing.

If a 20-round magazine was not enough, then add another one.

Perhaps because of the distance and line of sight, the machine guns would never be able to turn the Japanese tricycle into a torch with one shot.

However, the terrible sound of the cigar-like shells rubbing against the air, and the dust splashed on the ground, would definitely scare any mentally resolute soldier.

The Japanese were no exception. Seeing the area only a dozen meters away from them being hit and dusty, the Japanese second lieutenant squad leader, who was just planning to do whatever he wanted and had a domineering president style, was the first to jump off the tricycle.

"Turn off the lights! Stop firing flares!" The Japanese army second lieutenant ordered anxiously.

The Chinese machine guns were able to find their approximate position in the dark night, for no other reason than these two reasons.

A man with light on him was naturally noticed.

Unfortunately, the headlights can be turned off at will, but the flares fired are not so easy to retrieve.

The flares with small parachutes still fell slowly, and the snow-white light shone on the lieutenant's somewhat stiff face, and then he saw with his own eyes that the motorcycle he had just jumped off for only a dozen seconds was smashed into pieces by a high-speed machine gun shell along with the driver.

The Chinese were lucky, but they only paid with shells, while if the Japanese were unlucky, they would pay with their lives.

No one was willing to turn on the headlights and continue to chase the Chinese who were not far ahead. At best, they could only use light machine guns to sweep a few rounds to prove that they had tried.

After receiving the report from the front, the Chinese in the direction of Cangcheng used machine guns for cover, but the Japanese commanders who gritted their teeth could not locate the approximate position of the Chinese machine guns.

Therefore, they could only launch another all-round saturation bombardment. Not to mention destroying all the Chinese machine guns, suppressing them would be the goal.

The fierce bombardment once again enveloped Cangcheng and the surrounding areas in smoke, which surprised the Chinese defenders in Songjiang City. The Japanese are trying to use the tactic of exhausting the army! 24 hours a day.

Shigeharu Suematsu said: Damn it, it’s not that you Chinese are too much, who wants to do this, do you think my artillery shells are free?

"Go call Tang Dao and ask him what he did? Otherwise, the Japanese won’t be so crazy." Lieutenant General Guo, who had just taken a nap for more than an hour in the Songjiang frontline command center and was awakened by the sound of artillery, looked at the direction of Cangcheng and frowned slightly.

Although he had not been in contact with Tang Dao for a long time, he still had some understanding of Tang Dao's combat style from several telegrams from Xie Jinyuan. Xie Jinyuan's evaluation of Tang Dao was: his son did not have the ability to command large-scale operations, but he had very personal characteristics in battalion and company-level command, was good at laying out fortifications and holding on, and was even better at surprise attacks. His single-soldier combat ability was found in the domestic army, and no one could match him.

If Tang Dao was here, he would definitely make it clear to his confidant, Captain Xie, that the top student from Huangpu Military Academy had analyzed his personal strengths and weaknesses to the fullest after fighting side by side for several days.

Since entering the military camp, Tang Dao has been performing single-person or squad-level tasks. Even if he was later promoted to major, the current international situation would not allow Tang Dao to have the opportunity to command larger-scale combat troops on the war stage.

If he had not come to this time and space, he would probably have difficulty using the command theory he learned in the Army University for one year.

But when he came to this era, he had to show a little bit of what he had learned in his heart on the huge and cruel stage of the Songhu battlefield.

In other words, not only did Tang Dao lead his soldiers in bloody battles, but he was also improving little by little, from a simple squad-level special forces commander to a pure infantry commander.

If Tang Dao could survive in this cruel battlefield, perhaps Colonel Xie Jinyuan, who saw him again, would remove the first evaluation he gave to Tang Dao.

But undoubtedly, Tang Dao at this time had not completely lost his characteristics as a special forces squad leader. Even in such a dangerous battlefield, he lurked out of the city and gave the Japanese army a severe blow, so that the Japanese launched a round of saturation artillery bombardment in the direction of Cangcheng before dawn.

Lieutenant General Guo had realized that Tang Dao, who was "better at surprise attacks", might have done something, otherwise the Japanese would not have been so crazy.

Sure enough, in less than two minutes, the signalman replied: "Tang Dao led an elite squad to attack at night, the Japanese army chased closely, Cangcheng provided heavy firepower to cover it, and the Japanese artillery retaliated against it with firepower."

"Nonsense!" Lieutenant General Guo slapped the table angrily. "Is this guy crazy? As the highest commander of the Cangcheng position, he actually led the troops to attack personally. Does he think he is the captain of the death squad? Tell Cangcheng that when Tang Dao comes back, he will immediately let him go back to Songjiang and explain to Commander Wu in person."

"Haha! Brother Guo, there is no need to be so angry!" Lieutenant General Wu, who walked into the command center from the lounge a few minutes ago, smiled slightly.

"Don't forget how this kid fought the last battle. A newly promoted army lieutenant dared to lead more than a hundred people to refuse the military order of the theater headquarters, facing the attack of an infantry regiment alone, and held on for a whole day.

Compared to this, it was a piece of cake for him to bring an elite team to trouble the Japanese.

And what's more, I really want to know what results he has achieved by taking this risk! It also lets the Japanese know that our Songjiang army has no intention of staying in the city and passively being beaten. If they want to fight us, they must also be prepared to be beaten. "

What is emotional intelligence, this is it.

Lieutenant General Wu didn't know that the old man in front of him was angry. In fact, he was just afraid that he would blame Tang Dao for attacking without authorization, which not only lost troops in vain, but also caused Cangcheng to provide fire cover for him under the fire of Japanese artillery. So he took the lead in saying bad things in advance and even set a bottom line. The biggest punishment was to remove his command of Cangcheng position.

He was not angry at all, he was just protecting his calf!

But think about it, Tang Dao came from his 43rd Army 26th Division. Who would he protect if he didn't protect him as the army commander?

That's fine, now Tang Dao is not only a lieutenant colonel in the army, but also a battalion commander with a title. Unless he commits the crime of deserting the battlefield and suffers a defeat, even if he is a lieutenant general in the army, there is no way he can really do anything to him.

Besides, he also wants to see what this famous battalion commander of the Four-Line Battalion can do with a small team.

Naturally, he went with the flow and said that he had no intention of blaming him at all, but he hinted in his words that I understand what you are thinking, Lao Guo.

"Since Commander-in-Chief Wu said so, he will not be allowed to report back to the city in person, but he still needs to report by phone. I will ask him to report the results of the night attack to the commander-in-chief in person later. "They are all shrewd people in the officialdom, and Lieutenant General Guo was not embarrassed to take advantage of the situation.

The two lieutenant generals in the city set the tone, but Tang Dao and others were still struggling in the wilderness.

The Japanese artillery fire did not stop the two machine guns from continuing to attack the Japanese infantry. Even the four mortars hidden in the circular fortifications joined in and fired at the approximate direction of the machine guns.

The army colonel fulfilled his promise that he would protect Tang Dao and others on their way home.

Perhaps someone would ask, is it worth it to exchange the lives of dozens of infantrymen for these heavy weapons that are indispensable for the position?

From a purely tactical point of view, it is not worth it.

But soldiers are not cold machines, they have emotions.

Only those who will not abandon their comrades will be worth your side by side with them, even if they go to death side by side.

Only then will life burst out with dazzling brilliance.

A unit without cohesion will be useless no matter how good its equipment is.

This Tang Dao understood this, and the army colonel also understood this.

The Japanese pursuers were forced to slow down. After Tang Dao continued to circle for hundreds of meters and gradually entered the 400-meter range of Cangcheng, the Japanese had to give up.

If they continued to chase, I'm afraid it would not be them who chased the Chinese, but the Chinese who turned around and fired flares to attack them with heavy machine guns and grenade launchers.

The Japanese artillery, which had been raging for more than ten minutes, gradually stopped the useless bombardment.

Just like what Suematsu Shigeharu said: "You think my artillery shells don't cost money!"

Yes, in this day and age, the landlords don't have much surplus food.

The Japanese artillery regiment, which consumed three basic artillery shells during the day, is now running out of inventory and urgently needs to be supplemented by follow-up baggage troops.

If they fight for a while longer, if the Chinese really rush out of the city and fight them to the death, the 114th Division, which has no artillery shells to provide fire support for the infantry, will be embarrassed.

Perhaps, it's more than just embarrassing.

The Japanese army, which has lost its heavy firepower, is not as strong as they imagined.