Rise From Eight Hundred

The experienced Hero Kato knew that the two Type 94 armored vehicles were finished when the flames of the armored vehicles shot up into the sky.

The key point was not that the biggest support was gone, but that the fresh bait he threw was too tempting. There must be more Chinese attracted than he imagined.

This was equivalent to him, the hunter, digging a trap and waiting for the wolves to take the bait and catch them all in one net. As a result, the wolves came, but the hunter painfully discovered that his gun was broken.

No one knew what kind of mood this was, but Hero Kato was very wise to issue a military order to retreat.

As expected, when Hero Kato led the infantry and began to run backwards along the eaves of the long street, gunshots suddenly rang out on both sides of Zhongshan Road.

It was really that Kato Hero's bait strategy was too successful. The number of soldiers from the first security battalion who gathered was as high as more than 200. Frightened by the power of the 94 armored vehicle heavy machine gun, the security regiment soldiers who hid quietly in the houses on both sides of Zhongshan Changjie Street could only watch the armored vehicles dragging their companions and the two infantry guns bombarding any area that dared to fire bullets.

However, now, the two armored vehicles were miraculously set on fire by a few Molotov cocktails, and the Japanese infantry began to flee.

They might not be able to play such a head-on confrontation with the Japanese, but it was no problem to beat the drowning dog, even if their shooting skills were not very good.

Facts have proved that when the courage has been lost, the so-called "steel army" may also become the "anal army". In the attack of the Chinese soldiers' inaccurate but dense bullet stream, Kato Hero and his more than 100 infantrymen could only retreat at the fastest speed, and they didn't even have a decent counterattack.

Even if some security guards risked jumping out of the store and shot at the Japanese infantrymen who had already run 70 or 80 meters away at the gate with rifles, they did not turn back to shoot.

They did not even go into the deep alleys to avoid the endless gunfire behind them. Compared with the maze-like alleys, they were more willing to bet that the Chinese soldiers behind them were not accurate in their shooting, even though as the gunfire sounded, one after another of their companions wailed and fell on the road of retreat.

On the more than 600-meter escape road, no less than 60 Japanese infantrymen fell, and the casualty rate was as high as 50%.

Many of them did not even die from gunfire, but were injured and killed by grenades thrown by the increasingly courageous security guards.

As for those who were injured and unable to move, with their previous attitude towards Chinese wounded soldiers, could they survive?

Even the most whimsical Japanese did not have such extravagant hopes.

Their clever little brains made them guess right again.

Zhuang Shisan, who was completely enraged by the Japanese army using wounded soldiers as "bait", ordered that no one should be left alive. The wounded Japanese soldiers huddled in the corner and fought desperately, causing several casualties among the security soldiers. The darkness in the hearts of the security soldiers, who were originally in the underworld, was completely aroused.

There was no tactical or no tactical, just for revenge and to kill the enemy, they directly used Molotov cocktails as secret weapons.

No matter where you hide, even if a grenade is thrown over, you can block the fragments in an excellent position, but you can't block the fire! Even if the flames on your body can't burn you, you can still set the building on fire.

Relying on smoke and fire, you can be killed anyway, even if the whole house is set on fire.

The trapped Japanese wounded were either burned to death in the house or rushed out and shot to death.

However, the Japanese infantry were by no means the most miserable.

The worst were the two infantry artillery squads.

They were indeed at the back of Kato Hero, with two infantry squads protecting them. Logically, even if they were to retreat, they should be the first to run away.

Unfortunately, the two 200-kilogram infantry guns and boxes of shells became a burden that slowed down their speed.

The Japanese really valued their equipment too much. When the commander ran away faster than a mule, the two infantry gun squads were still carrying shell boxes and pushing infantry guns backwards. How could they run fast?

Even if the soldiers of the security regiment were blind, they had to focus on these idiots!

At least sixty or seventy people took the initiative to attack the two groups of nearly 20 Japanese artillerymen. What's more terrible is that in addition to the two guns, only one-third of them seemed to carry rifles and pistols.

When their own side took the offensive, the artillerymen holding two direct-aiming guns were really awesome, and they were definitely the protagonists of the God of War.

But at this stage of the whole army retreating, it seemed that people were shooting from all sides. Where were the guns pointing?

Under the control of the Japanese artillerymen who were fighting desperately, the two infantry guns only fired three shots and then completely silenced.

When the distance was close enough to the bayonet stage, the combat effectiveness of the artillerymen who met the infantry was not as good as a chicken.

There were still dozens of Japanese infantrymen who ran hundreds of meters of escape under the leadership of Kato Hero, but these 20 artillerymen were all left in the middle of Zhongshan Street, and the two infantry guns were also left alone on the street.

"It was an escape road full of blood and shame." Kato Hero, the captain of the 3rd Squadron of the 5th Infantry Battalion of the Kunisaki Detachment, wrote such a paragraph in his diary on November 7.

No one knew how depressed he was at that time, because he had no chance to confide in anyone.

After writing this diary of less than 100 words, the Japanese captain who was forced to retreat became the commander of the "Death Squadron" and led the more than 500 people who withdrew from the block to launch a death attack on another position.

The so-called death is of course an absolute death.

Yes, in the less than one-hour battle of the first wave of attacks launched by the Kunizaki Detachment on the morning of November 7, the face of the Major General Kunizaki, the commander of the Kunizaki Detachment, was slapped by the Chinese and their own subordinates.

Not only did they fail to take the block within the one-hour time limit, but the nearly 900 people who entered the block actually suffered more than 300 casualties, and two 94 armored vehicles and two infantry guns were all destroyed.

The Chinese had no interest in the two captured infantry guns, and directly used the grenades seized from the bodies of the warriors of the Imperial Japanese Army as detonators, and blew them into pieces in the telescope view of the Japanese major, the commander of the 5th Infantry Battalion.

They were really a bunch of bumpkins. The Japanese major's eyes twitched with distress. Those were the two most powerful heavy weapons in his infantry battalion, but they were blown up by the Chinese who didn't know the value.

That's not all. The Chinese who didn't know the value arrogantly took the bodies of the Imperial Army warriors they killed from the block and placed them in a neat row on the long street.

The corpses of more than 300 people, looking through the telescope, were a row of khaki, which was really long.

"Bombard! Gather all the artillery of the detachment and bombard the area!" Kunisaki, who arrived at the front line, put down the telescope and ordered with a sullen face. "Also, send a telegram to His Excellency Shigeharu Suematsu, requesting support from the 114th Division Artillery Regiment."

"There are the remains of the Imperial Warriors there..." The Japanese lieutenant colonel wanted to give such a suggestion.

But seeing the sullen face of His Excellency the Major General and the shameless request for support from the 114th Division, which he despised, he knew that this suggestion was useless.

Five minutes later, the Japanese army's retaliatory bombardment came.

The block was once again caught in the artillery fire.

However, before that, most of the soldiers of the security regiment hid in their own cellars or basements.

Crow led his infantry platoon, or more precisely, his infantry squad, to a 15-square-meter cellar.

The 50-man infantry platoon now has only 15 people left.

Although the Japanese army suffered heavy losses, the security regiment actually suffered heavy losses as well.

In the two consecutive battles last night and this morning, plus the losses in the artillery fire, the most active security battalion 1 suffered more than 300 casualties, which was actually a one-to-one ratio with the Japanese casualties they killed.

Zhuang Shisan and his officers were very sad, but they didn't know that if this casualty ratio could be maintained until the end of the Songjiang battle, they would shock the entire army and the country.

Even Tang Dao, who personally guided them, would be extremely surprised.

His original best expectation was that this group of "jianghu people" could really delay for 6 hours as stated in the military order. As for how many Japanese they could kill, that was up to fate.

200 is not too much, 100 is not too little.

Who would have known that a bunch of mediocre guys would have suffered more than 600 casualties and killed nearly 600 Japanese soldiers.

Crow was very sad, but also very relieved.

Wang Laoshi, his life is really tough.

The Japanese soldiers may have thought that he was dying and it was not worth wasting bullets, or they may have evacuated in a hurry and did not have time to re-shoot him. Even the large "bonfire pile" that was burning and splashing flames seemed to have forgotten this "bait" that was tossed around, and no flames fell on him.

Until Crow ran out regardless of the danger and dragged his "body" into the house, before he had time to shed tears, the "body" rolled his eyes and said: "Platoon leader, I'm not dead!"

I have seen tough people, but I have never seen such a tough person.

Crow rolled his eyes and smiled.

This bastard is alive, let him take care of his wife and children! I can still keep my big yellow croaker.