Rise From Eight Hundred

Fat Sea is the nickname of the commander of the fire support company of the security battalion, a big man from Lu.

My original surname is Pang. Because my family lives by the sea, my parents casually gave me the same name as the sea.

With names like this, name collisions seem to have become commonplace.

Nicknames naturally become necessary.

And this person was not from a major at the Army Academy. He had been in the army for ten years in the Northeast, starting from the lowest level as a bomb carrier, then to a gunner, then to the artillery squad leader, then to the artillery platoon leader, until he was poached by Tang Dao this time and promoted to... Fire Support Company Commander.

From private to army captain, I have experienced almost every military rank. It can be said that I am a real veteran artilleryman step by step.

Although he is very tall, but because of his smooth and round head and round face, he is very approachable. He does not look like an academic officer at ordinary times and has no airs. He has only been in the guard camp for a day. Half of the time, he became one with his soldiers, which can be regarded as an alternative leadership style.

Pang Dahai can be regarded as the only one in the guard camp. After all, Chinese soldiers usually eat cabbage vermicelli. A white-flour steamed bun is considered a supplement. What about the fat man?

If you want to gain weight, go to the battalion commander level.

Of course, there were very few people like Xia Dayu who called him by his nickname instead of his official position during the war, perhaps mainly because he was still a young man.

But this time, Pang Dahai, who had been half-lying next to Xia Dayu and dozing, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the red signal flares falling in the sky. The usual warmth on his face disappeared, and the muscles on his face were tense. Tight.

"Little bald man, are you sure this is the order given to you by the battalion commander himself?" Pang Dahai asked seriously while looking at the direction of the flare and desperately calculating the approximate coordinates based on the battlefield terrain in his mind.

"Absolutely! The battalion commander told me before he left. Once he fires a red flare, it proves that he is surrounded and needs artillery support. There is no need to worry about his safety. He will choose a suitable position to avoid the artillery fire. The six weapons equipped by our guard battalion All the mortars need to do is fire two rounds of rapid fire based on the approximate coordinates of the signal bomb." Xia Dayu anxiously repeated the instructions Tang Dao gave him before leaving. "Uncle Fatty, hurry up."

"This" the burly artillery captain's face showed bitterness.

The direction where the signal flare was raised was roughly 650 meters away from him. The veteran artilleryman who had carefully studied the Songjiang city defense map could basically outline the approximate coordinates in his mind, ensuring that he could still achieve it with a maximum error of only 20 to 30 meters. .

However, the difficulty did not lie in whether he and his subordinates could accurately send the artillery shell to the position where the signal flare was raised, but how Tang Dao, who was also at that coordinate, could avoid this round of bombardment.

Two rounds of extremely rapid fire, but 12 rounds of artillery shells. The term "hiding the artillery" seems simple when spoken of, but for an experienced artilleryman like Pang Dahai, he is very clear about the power of the 82 mortar he is equipped with. , 12 artillery shells blasted through, not to mention the destruction of the world. If there are no bomb shelters and trenches within a radius of 500 meters, the mortality rate is definitely higher than 90%.

The more accurately he shoots, the sooner the officer may die, but if he doesn't shoot accurately, he will be unable to relieve the surrounded officer's predicament.

This may be the first time this veteran of ten years in the army has encountered such a dilemma.

"Hurry! The battalion commander is still waiting!" Xia Dayu stamped his feet anxiously.

After the young soldier watched the crow jump off the tower and explode into a shower of blood in order to protect himself, he was severely psychologically traumatized, and subconsciously he would look for a replacement.

Tang Dao came, touched his head and told him: You will become a person like your Uncle Crow!

That was the main reason why Xia Dayu chose to follow Tang Dao. The little boy hoped that he would become stronger than ever before, so strong that one day he could be like his Uncle Crow, capable of defeating dozens of Japs with one shot and one person.

The crow who blocked all the wind and rain for Xia Dayu with his not broad shoulders was a myth in Xia Dayu's mind, and naturally no one could replace him.

The Tang Dao he chose to follow was subconsciously imagined by the boy as a substitute for the crow. If Tang Dao said he could dodge the cannons, he would definitely be able to do so. That was not only the confidence in Tang Dao, but also the reluctance to lose in the young man's heart. .

"Okay!" The artillery captain gritted his teeth, the muscles on both sides of his cheeks bulged high, turned his head and roared: "All artillery squads, follow my orders, direction northeast, elevation angle 72.5 degrees, distance"

As for the furious Ishibashi Xinyi, his eyes were red after being stimulated by the "treacherous" Tang Dao: "Fire up the flares, Team 1, surround him and blow him up with grenades!"

The red flare is obviously a signal for help, but what is its use? This is the area controlled by the 11th Infantry Brigade. More than 4,000 infantrymen are nearby. It is difficult for the Japanese Army Captain to believe that anyone would rush and kill on a large scale on the opponent's already deployed defense line for one person in the dark.

In fact, this was exactly the case. The signal flare could be seen throughout Songjiang, but the outside world was quiet and the Chinese did not act rashly.

He must die! He took what he wanted, but he couldn't live.

Of course, although the Japanese captain Gao Chi's anger almost burned all his sanity, he still maintained the only trace of sobriety. He knew how powerful his opponent was. All the more than 20 people in the infantry team 150 meters away were killed. Living example.

Even if it is a secret attack, the one who can kill more than twenty living soldiers silently is the best among masters.

Therefore, he didn't try to catch anyone alive. His opponent didn't have a gun, but he still had an extremely sharp command knife, didn't he?

After firing the flare, Tang Dao, who had no long-range counterattack weapons, began his escape.

In the afterglow of the flare, Tang Dao was like an agile rabbit, constantly jumping and moving among the broken walls. His posture was certainly not graceful, but he could always use the terrain to dodge the bullets of the two accurate shooters on the wall.

Yes, for Tang Dao, the biggest threat was not the dozen Japanese infantrymen who surrounded him, but the two Japanese shooters who were firmly locked on him in the east.

In fact, the most terrifying thing was these two Japanese shooters.

Because, in ten seconds, the two accurate shooters only fired three bullets.

This was almost impossible for them who had killed at least dozens of targets on the battlefield.

But it was true.

As a shooter, they would not just stick to the target itself. What they feared most was prediction, predicting the opponent's movement route in advance, and then shooting and killing the opponent when the opponent's movements had become old and unable to change.

However, the target seemed to know their predictions very well. Every time they were about to pull the trigger, they twisted their bodies incredibly and changed their movement route abruptly, leaving them no chance to pull the trigger.

They fired two shots in disbelief, but they missed as expected.

And all this happened when a dozen of their colleagues who were gradually approaching threw several melon grenades, and the target had to avoid the flying shrapnel.

How did he do it?

The cold sweat on the palms of the two Japanese shooters made them feel that the guns in their hands were slippery. In front of such a terrible enemy, they lost confidence in their shooting skills for the first time.

They might not know that if Tang Dao had a gun at this time, one of them should have been killed by Tang Dao's gun.

In order to aim at Tang Dao, who was jumping faster than a rabbit in the ruins, their upper bodies were really exposed too much.

The flares exposed Tang Dao's figure in front of them, and actually exposed themselves completely.

Unfortunately, Tang Dao had no gun, so he could only escape.

But Tang Dao had a cannon.

Because he had a group of pretty good friends.

"Boom!" When the first shell landed on the top of the city wall, blowing up a Japanese soldier who was caught off guard and landing in the moat outside like a flying man, Tang Dao breathed a sigh of relief.

He won the bet.

Tang Dao cheated the Japanese again.

What he wanted to bet on was not the Japanese gambling table, but his own subordinates.

He bet on them, the artillery was accurate enough.