Rise From Eight Hundred

"Liu Shizhang, I appreciate your kindness on behalf of the brothers of the security group, but the war is imminent. Why should we go to such lengths for one or a few people in our security group? It may also lead to the Japanese artillery retaliation. "Wang Gongyu glared at Zhuang Shisan, whose eyes were full of gratitude, but he was polite out of habit.

"As for the brothers trapped over there, they can only blame their bad luck. When I, Wang Gongyu, die in battle one day, I will personally apologize to them in the underworld."

That was the trick in the officialdom, and Commissioner Wang, who had long been familiar with it, played it unconsciously, even though he had already agreed in his heart.

Liu Yuqing glanced at the somewhat hypocritical Songjiang local officials, and felt contempt for no reason in his heart, but he also knew that this was the current officialdom ecology.

Sitting in Wang Gongyu's current position, he would be a fifth-rank official in ancient times, and he was considered a local official. He had to think about everything before doing anything, which was far from being direct in the army.

However, in the face of national crisis, the army has become the most important force in the fight against Japan, but it cannot rely on the army alone. A series of matters such as raising food and wages, conscription, etc. must rely on these local officials. For example, if it were not for the help of this local official, Songjiang City would not have such a strong defense system now.

Soon, the Army Lieutenant General released his dissatisfaction and shook his head slightly: "Commander Wang, you are wrong!"

Facing the somewhat stunned expressions of the two, Liu Yuqing looked at the back of his guard squad leader running away and said: "I want to save not only the soldiers of the security regiment under your command, Commander Wang, but all the comrades who dare to fight the Japanese. If you can abandon your comrades at will on the battlefield because of casualties, then who will dare to fight shoulder to shoulder with you in the future?

Just for the performance of the security regiment last night and this morning, then We must save those brothers who are still fighting the Japanese invaders, at all costs. "

"Thank you, Commander Liu." Wang Gongyu, who has always been elegant and graceful, had tears in his eyes. He took the initiative to shake Liu Yuqing's hand and shook it again and again, "With your words, Commander Liu, my Songjiang Security Corps has not fought in vain this time. In the future, if the 43rd Army has any requests, my Songjiang Security Corps, no, Songjiang will definitely help. "

At this moment, this old-timer who has been in the officialdom for a long time, for the first time put down the reserve of the highest administrative chief of Songjiang and spoke the truth.

He thanked him not only because Liu Yuqing wanted to save his soldiers, but also because the Sichuan Army commander recognized the record of his security corps in this battlefield.

Didn't you see that even the second-rate security battalion commander Zhuang Shisan was in tears at this moment? For this security army who had devoted himself to the battle, being recognized by the lieutenant general commander of the regular army was the greatest honor.

A far more important honor than issuing cash and promotion of military rank.

Some people say that the army is a melting pot, but in fact, the battlefield is the best forging factory.

Only after experiencing the battlefield, you will know the meaning of risking your life to defend the position. When your comrades keep leaving you, all you have to do is to replace him and stand in his position.

He died, and you are alive, so continue to live for him until one day you meet again somewhere.

Zhuang Shisan is such a commander tempered by the fire of war.

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The Japanese who were still besieging the pagoda certainly didn't know that they were actually noticed by a Chinese Army Lieutenant General, and that 8 150 mortars had received a notice from the Xicheng Command and had aimed their muzzles at this place.

According to the order, the two artillery observers were already calculating the coordinates, and the center of the coordinates was Xilin Temple.

Compared with the small-scale battlefield of Xilin Temple, which was almost insignificant, the battlefield in Cangcheng was really in full swing.

This time, Kunisaki Shige really wanted to turn his Kunisaki Detachment into a hammer to smash the iron nail thrown by the Chinese on the front line of Cangcheng.

Not only did he use the 16 mountain artillery of his own Kunisaki Detachment, he also shamelessly asked the 114th Division for help, requesting it to use 12 105 howitzers to bombard Cangcheng.

In artillery preparation alone, 28 artillery pieces of large and small calibers threw more than 500 shells at the small Cangcheng.

When the infantry assault began, 4 89 tanks and 3 94 armored vehicles were used, which was almost half of the strength of the armored vehicle squadron that came to Jiangnan with the Kunisaki Detachment.

In other words, although the infantry only used one and a half infantry battalions, whether it was artillery or armored forces, the Kunisaki Detachment almost invested everything it could.

That's not all.

The most crazy thing was that Kunisaki Shige once again used the nearly suicidal infantry-artillery coordination at a distance of 100 meters.

The artillery fire almost exploded on the Cangcheng position just by brushing the hair of the Japanese infantry.

The walls of Cangcheng, which used to be five meters high, were cut down by half a meter. The gaps were no longer one, two, three or four places. Instead, they were like a dam that had collapsed, riddled with holes. The Japanese infantry, who were willing to be blown up by their own artillery fire, seemed to be able to enter the city with just one big step.

Moreover, the Japanese attacked Cangcheng from three sides.

However, bullets continued to be fired from the Chinese positions, which were almost impossible to survive after being hit by rounds of artillery fire.

The Japanese soldiers fell in front of the city wall in groups. Perhaps a few of them entered the city wall through the gap, but soon, when they were not yet stable, the inverted triangle ambush array composed of light machine guns and submachine guns set up in the city wall killed the Japanese soldiers with only light weapons around the gap.

They simply couldn't tear open a hole as they imagined and then advance deep into the city, and finally divide the Chinese defenders in the city and annihilate them one by one.

The most typical Japanese army tactics, the center attracts the two wings to break through, and sends a small force to cut off the enemy's retreat and wait for an opportunity to kill important enemy figures. In fact, it is the original version of the mobile division and encirclement tactics that the Chinese army is best at in the future.

But even this primitive mobile tactic is powerful enough, especially when it has terrible artillery support.

Although the first line of the city wall of Cangcheng is still in the hands of the Chinese defenders, it is already shaky.

The Chinese and Japanese sides are like two wrestlers competing in the mud. Both sides are already bruised and exhausted, but both sides are still trying their best to persist. It depends on who loses the breath first, and who will be pressed to death in the mud by the opponent.

Under such brutal tactics of the Japanese army, all kinds of tactics that flashed in Tang Dao's mind were invalid, which made him think of a battle that broke out on the northern ice field more than ten years in the future.

The regiment commander surnamed Fan led a light infantry regiment to run more than 100 miles a day on the bare mountains to block the American cowboys who were armed to the teeth.

They didn't have fortifications like Cangcheng, and they faced more artillery and tanks than now. How did they hold their positions?

The American cowboys, like the Japanese now, rushed up under their own artillery fire. The guard posts were no longer effective, so they used rotation.

What is rotation? It means that a platoon goes to the front line, and when this platoon is wiped out, another platoon will go up.

To put it bluntly, this is called taking turns to die.

The Tang Dao was forced to use this extremely cruel tactic.

Because, in this battlefield where both sides must fight to the death, there is only one so-called tactic, which is to see who dares to die more.

An infantry platoon of more than 30 people was almost wiped out in less than 10 minutes.

Those who can be carried down on a stretcher and still have a breath are the biggest lucky ones.

The young deputy squad leader Qian Dazhu did not cry this time.

Because he had no time to cry.

The gunfire never stopped on the position of his infantry platoon.

He was running and shooting all the time.

At each position, there was a gun, including a machine gun, a rifle, and a Mauser pistol. The grenades were unscrewed to facilitate him to pull the string and throw them out.

The fierce artillery fire of the Japanese army blocked the 1st platoon of infantry who came to replace them for a full five minutes. Even the battalion commander Liu Zhenshan, who led the team to the front line with a bandage on his head, was ready to drive back the Japanese who must have entered the city wall fortifications with bayonets.

However, when they rushed into the position, they saw this scene.

The soldiers were stunned.

A soldier was running in the trench, constantly rushing to the position, firing, and then continuing to run before the Japanese grenade launcher's grenade flew over.

This is why the gunfire on the front line never stopped.

And the Japanese army was suppressed by this person 30 meters in front of the position.

In the trenches, there were corpses everywhere. Perhaps because of the bombardment, there was no red, only black.

That was blood and military uniforms.

The young deputy squad leader, who sensed that the reinforcements had finally rushed up, turned his head once in his busy schedule. On his face, which was blackened by the smoke, only the whites of his eyes were white.

Seeing the reinforcements coming up, the young deputy squad leader tried to grin.

He wanted to laugh, but it was more like crying.

The young corporal did not cry, but his battalion commander shed tears first.

This is, the whole platoon is in trouble!

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