Rise From Eight Hundred

Yes, even if all the Chinese are killed, there must be something left behind!

Just based on the few corpses of the assassins in sight?

This is impossible.

Not counting yesterday's attack on the 114th Division, just talking about today, the two infantry brigades took turns to attack. So far, the two infantry brigades combined have not been able to fully equip one.

The majestic Imperial Japanese Army lost a thousand people, but the number of Chinese corpses would never exceed a hundred.

What about teasing? No matter how stupid you are, you know that the Chinese will never be able to fight with just this amount of troops.

Even if it is just for the pride of the Imperial Japanese Army, the Chinese cannot only have this.

It was absolutely impossible for Sayazi to run away. Cangcheng was surrounded on three sides, leaving only one side, but on that side, there was also an infantry squadron and a heavy machine gun squad monitoring them on the flanks. As long as they dared to step out of the position, they would definitely die.

It was impossible to fly, so they could only hide on the ground, just like they had escaped several rounds of heavy artillery. This was a conclusion that Japanese commanders at all levels had already concluded.

The Chinese must have relatively complete underground fortifications.

"Baga! Dig, dig for me, the hateful Chinese must be hiding underground! Whether they are alive or their corpses, dig them out for me." The awakened Major Sakio almost roared and gave the order. A fairly sensible order.

Even if he couldn't find the living ones, he still had to find the bodies. Otherwise, how could he report to the detachment leader? Our own side suffered more than a thousand casualties in the battle, but the Chinese only left dozens of corpses. The battle loss ratio was as high as dozens to one?

If this is the case, let alone the major general detachment leader, I am afraid that even he himself will not be able to forgive himself!

Hundreds of Japanese troops walked down the city and marched into the interior of Cangcheng, which had been bombarded into ruins.

As expected of the Fifth Division, which is known as the 'Steel Army', it has extremely high combat literacy. Even during this great victory, it still maintained a high level of vigilance. The infantry maintained combat formations, light machine guns and grenades. The cannon has already occupied favorable terrain and can provide fire support to the infantry at any time.

If the Chinese jump out from underground and want to resist, the firepower points occupying high and advantageous terrain will give them a devastating blow.

The Japanese army thought of all possibilities, but they did not expect that the Chinese were more cowardly than they thought. Even at this time, no one got out of the ground.

He's quite talented, and you won't come out even if you beat me to death.

It's not that the Chinese defenders are messing around.

Instead, five minutes ago, Tang Dao used the field radio to report to the Songjiang headquarters: "I request that all artillery in the entire army, based on our department's signal, fire at our Cangcheng position!"

All the combat staff in the Songjiang City headquarters raised their heads in horror, but no one spoke, and the air was almost solid.

Shooting at me, what terrible fighting spirit does the person who said this have to have?

That means that when the Cangcheng defenders are fighting fiercely with the Japanese army on their positions, they will also be blasted into the sky by their own artillery.

This means dragging the Japanese with me even if I die.

Everyone's eyes turned to Lieutenant General Wu, who had his back to them and his eyes fixed on the Songjiang city defense map.

Since receiving this telegram from the Cangcheng front line, the appearance of the lieutenant general commander has not changed.

The staff members understood that the commander who had already sent his soldiers into a desperate situation had to personally order them to be sent into the abyss of death with his own artillery. This order was really too cruel for this top commander.

After being silent for a while, Lieutenant General Guo first expressed his objection: "Is Tang Dao crazy? He uses this suicidal style of killing a thousand enemies and damaging himself a thousand! No, I object, I would rather the entire army's artillery exposes the target for bombardment The Japanese invaders outside Cang City, let Tang Dao and the others fight to the death against the Japanese invaders who invaded Cang City, and they still have some chance of survival. "

Lieutenant General Wu still did not look back.

After a long time, he finally turned around, with extremely determined eyes, and slapped his hand on the table, "No, listen to Tang Dao, he is the front-line commander, and he has the most say on the battlefield.

I ordered all artillery positions in the entire army to fire 15 shells per gun inside Cangcang City. The artillery fire was not allowed to stop until it was empty. I told all artillery battalion commanders that even if the Japanese artillery shells fell on the heads of their artillerymen, , you are not allowed to let me go, you must empty out the number of shells stipulated by me.

Damn it, I want to show the Japanese. I also have cannons in Songjiang City, and there are a lot of them. If I get annoyed, I can still give them a shitty Northeastern stew. "

"Yes! Promise to execute the order!" The artillery commanders who received the order made a firm decision to implement the command's military order.

The muzzles of the guns turned one after another, aiming at the coordinates that had been measured and recorded.

On the Cangcheng position, the heavy footsteps of the Japanese army had reached the cochlea of ​​the Japanese in the bomb shelter.

There was cold sweat on Peng Chong's forehead at the entrance of the cave.

He subconsciously tightened his grip on his shell gun.

Once the Japanese army found the exit, he would have to fight them first.

The Japanese army is still searching.

In fact, if they say that not a single living Japanese soldier was seen, it means that their eyesight is indeed not very good.

Under a low wall in Cangcheng, a Chinese soldier was half-lying against the wall.

However, his legs were blown off by artillery shells and almost only half of his body was left, which made it obviously easier for him to hide than usual. In addition, his whole body was covered with dust. The Japanese army naturally couldn't see him from a hundred or two hundred meters away.

The bloody and horrible wounds with bone fragments exposed were wrapped in two dirty white shirts, because the first aid kits and bandages had been used up in the second round of the Japanese attack, and the two white shirts were stripped from the bodies of the brothers who died in the battle and used as temporary hemostatic cloths.

This hemostatic effect was obviously a self-psychological comfort. The face blackened by the smoke was strangely pale, and even the lips were bloodless.

Hei Pi knew that he was dying. He knew it the moment he saw the shrapnel of the shell cut off his legs at the knees.

In other words, even if there was a one in ten thousand chance of survival, Hei Pi did not want to live.

He had seen soldiers disabled by the war begging on the streets of Shengjing.

When Heipi saw the beggar crawling on the ground with difficulty to pick up a copper coin dropped by a rich man on the street in Shengjing, and the beggar's flattering smile caused the rich man to laugh, he couldn't believe it. He was the best gunner in the same infantry battalion, a sergeant who was once high-spirited. His legs were blown off by a shell in a battle. Fortunately, he was rescued and was said to have taken 20 silver dollars of severance pay to go home.

But, he became like this.

Like a wild dog struggling to survive.

Heipi was sure that he knew himself who screamed, but he still had a numb face and continued to smile flatteringly at the laughing rich man with the copper coin.

Heipi finally chose not to disturb him. He knew that the soldier just wanted to live, no matter how.

But he didn't want to live like that.

So, he decided to die, especially when he heard that Tang Dao needed a volunteer to observe the movements of the Japanese army on the ground and fire a signal gun.

In that way, death would at least be meaningful.

He pushed his brothers in the class away and took the initiative to raise his hand to accept this task.

It was not for money or military merit, he simply did not want to live.

A soldier, without legs, might as well die.

Turning his head to look at the Japanese army that was constantly searching and approaching, and then looking up at the few Japanese soldiers left in the broken positions on the wall, Heipi grinned.

He was very close to the death he wanted, but this time, there were many devils accompanying him on the road.

This time, he did not want to go to the Western Paradise, he wanted to go to the underworld of King Yama, drag these devils with him, and then, in the underworld, he would unite with his brothers to continue to beat them up.

Just thinking about it is a very happy thing!

"There are still living Chinese here." The Japanese infantry finally saw the Chinese soldiers half lying behind the low wall.

Because they saw him laughing.

Corpses do not laugh, only living people do.

"What? Don't shoot him, I want him alive!" Major Sakio was overjoyed.

As long as he was alive, he could give him to the angry detachment commander to vent his anger, so that he would not become the punching bag.

The Japanese infantrymen holding guns were very cautious. They were afraid that the Chinese soldier whose legs were blown off would play some old tricks of mutual destruction again. They had experienced such things more than once.

But this time, it was obviously different.

In the horrified eyes of the Japanese soldiers, they only saw Chinese soldiers holding a pistol and shooting at the sky.

A red signal flare rose in the gloomy sky.

What does that mean? Are there Chinese ambushing around?

Most of the Japanese soldiers subconsciously looked around, and it seemed that except for their own people, they were still their own people.

Perhaps, only the Japanese infantrymen with a more flexible mind sensed the danger, because the Chinese soldier whose legs were obviously blown off and surrounded by dozens of people was still laughing.

A very satisfied laugh.

Then, he closed his eyes comfortably.

"Swoosh..."

A sharp whistle came.

"Avoid the artillery!" At that moment, the little face of Major Sakio was definitely much whiter than his butt that rarely encountered wind, frost, rain and dew.

But obviously, it was too late.

Shells exploded inside Cangcheng.

The entire Cangcheng seemed to be trembling.

Although seemingly calm, the top commander of Songjiang, who was actually extremely angry, mobilized all the artillery of the army this time.

There were definitely more than 60 mountain artillery, field artillery, and mortars.