Rise From Eight Hundred

2 o'clock in the morning!

In the wilderness of Jiangnan, in the middle of two hills, a bright bonfire was burning, illuminating the face of Sano Torata, the colonel commander of the 23rd Infantry Regiment of the 36th Infantry Brigade, who was sitting on the ground around the bonfire.

As a trusted general of Ushijima Mitsuru, Sano Torata knew the ambition of his immediate superior. If that person could be promoted, although his position could not be promoted for the time being, his voice in the division would definitely be greatly improved.

Therefore, he spared no effort in this battle to pursue the main force of the Chinese.

In the afternoon's river crossing battle, he sent out two infantry squadrons under his command at once, and as a result, most of them died in the battle.

But it doesn't matter.

Soldiers can be replenished if they are damaged in the battle. The important thing is to let Mr. Ushijima Mitsuru know his loyalty.

Now, he led the 23rd Infantry Regiment to the forefront of the entire army, as the spearhead of the entire army.

As long as he catches up with the Chinese, he will become the highest commander of the first unit to fight against the Chinese. He also dared to guarantee that his 23rd Infantry Regiment would become the people that the brigade commander would be most proud of.

But when could they really catch up with the Chinese, tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow? Sano Torata had no idea.

Even though the clear traces on the ground indicated the direction of the pursuit of the Chinese, they did not go the wrong way.

The weather should be very good tomorrow, otherwise, why are the stars so bright tonight?

I just don't know whether the imperial army was forced to stop marching in the dark, and whether the Chinese who were being chased anxiously also stopped. This is the real reason why the Japanese army colonel is anxious and has not fallen asleep yet.

Perhaps, the only thing that makes the Japanese colonel feel at ease in such anxiety is that the Chinese are fleeing frantically, and this place has become the world of the imperial army. Otherwise, how can he enjoy the warmth of the campfire in this late autumn night?

Such bright campfires are everywhere in the hills and wilderness. He ordered it personally, hoping to give the soldiers who have been running all day a warm enough sleep, so that they can rest up and increase the pursuit speed again tomorrow.

Habitually tightening the collar of his military coat, the Japanese Army Colonel chose to leave the warm bonfire and walked out of the hill with several guards.

This was Sano Torata's old habit. When he couldn't sleep, he would personally inspect the field base, which not only allowed him to take a walk, but also improved his reputation in the regiment.

What a diligent colonel! Sano Torata enjoyed this kind of admiration from the bottom.

Then, the Japanese Army Colonel, who already had anxiety, met a guy who made him unhappy.

"Baga! Why don't you go out on patrol?" If Sano Torata hadn't had a trace of reason, he would have drawn his sword and chopped the captain of the infantry squadron standing in front of him with a red face and full of alcohol.

As a colonel regiment commander, I can't sleep even in this wartime because of anxiety. You, an army captain, are actually drinking and eating meat here?

Looking at the half-roasted hare dripping with fat on the bonfire, Sano Torata would have been psychologically unbalanced at that moment.

"Hi!" The Japanese captain dared not refute his own colonel commander, so he could only bow his head and take a slap in the face.

Seeing that his subordinates were honest and respectful, Sano Torata felt a little relieved. He looked up at the dark wilderness around him, "Although the Empire has basically won the battle, our army has not yet completely wiped out the pursuing enemy forces. It is far from the time to raise a toast to celebrate. You must not slack off because of this!"

"Hi!"

The Japanese captain continued to bow his head. If possible, he would rather bury his head in his crotch to prevent the anxious colonel from seeing his big face reddened by the smell of alcohol.

Sano Torata no longer scolded the captain who was like a good baby, and turned around with his hands behind his back to walk to another place.

Behind him, his guards should have picked up the golden and fragrant hare. In the next three hours, he might be able to drink some sake with the rabbit meat.

The Japanese army colonel facing the darkness certainly wouldn't see that in the thick night, 500 meters away from here, a man wearing a branch camouflage uniform was looking at him "affectionately" through a telescope.

"He's just a colonel! God is too disrespectful." Tang Dao was very disappointed and spit out the straw in his mouth.

Yes, for a super special forces soldier who took a huge risk to leave the headquarters and sneak into the area where the Japanese army was chasing, not only did he not find the Japanese 10th Army headquarters, he also did not find the next-level division headquarters, and even the brigade headquarters. He could only be described as having extremely bad luck.

In fact, it was not that Tang Dao had bad luck, but that Yanagawa Heisuke believed in his intuition again.

The commander of the 10th Japanese Army, who was touched by the assassination of Tani Hisao, placed his army headquarters south of the bridge and ordered his three divisions to stay south of the bridge before dawn, and the brigade headquarters must lower their standards and merge with the infantry regiment headquarters to prevent being taken advantage of by the Chinese lurking in the dark.

It was Yanagawa Heisuke's move that caused Tang Dao's ambition to add another fatal wound to the Japanese high-ranking officials to fail.

However, if you can't eat meat, you can finally drink soup.

Tang Dao stared at the Japanese army colonel who was about to leave the bright bonfire and the several Japanese officers standing behind him, and took out a "big guy" from behind! '

If Colonel Tora-Ta of Sano had good enough eyesight and could see through the 500-meter darkness, it would be blinding.

That thing is really big.

It is a Chinese 20-year 82MM mortar, produced by the Jinling Arsenal in China.

It is the most heavily equipped heavy weapon in the Chinese army, and it is also the only thing that can compete with the 92 infantry guns equipped by the Japanese battalion-level troops in this war.

Whether in North China or Southeast China, the Japanese army had a great advantage in other weapons when facing the Chinese army, but when facing this unique caliber 82MM mortar, the Japanese army was beaten a lot.

It is really that this gun is too light. An artillery team can carry it up and run, and put it down and shoot. It is much more flexible than the 92-type infantry gun weighing 180 kilograms.

However, the so-called flexibility is relative to an artillery team with at least five people!

Think about getting a lieutenant general or a major general, of course, it is not enough to rely on guns alone.

Not to mention that the Japanese army colonel who could not see this scene could not understand it, even Lv Sanjiang and the five cavalrymen who saw the 68-kilogram 82 mortar carried on his back, and then hung two shells on his waist, and finally disappeared from their sight, almost fell off their horses.

When they were ordered to carry this 68-kilogram mortar with a full gun, did they not think that Commander Tang would use this big guy as a single-soldier weapon?

The two soldiers who followed him also became his mobile ammunition depot.

In addition to two rifles, Niu Er also carried three 4-kilogram shells. Xia Dayu originally carried three shells, but two of them were quickly put on his waist by Tang Dao.

Tang Dao's load reached a terrifying 70 kilograms, not counting the two knives stuck in his legs.

Of course, this was also the first time that Tang Dao fully demonstrated his strength as the king of single soldiers after coming to this time and space, after he completely controlled this body.

The power contained in the young body is comparable to his peak period.

Tang Dao used his hands to measure the distance, and after 20 seconds, he threw the shell into the barrel.

"Bang!"

"Captain Qingshan, please fulfill your duties as a squadron leader!" Sano Torata was quite pretentious and just after giving the order, he looked into the distance in confusion.

The speed of the sound of 340 meters per second far exceeded the initial speed of the mortar shell of 212 meters per second. The Japanese Army Colonel seemed to hear the sound of the mortar shell leaving the barrel.

No, not as if, but definitely.

After a loud bang of "boom!"

The Japanese Army Colonel who had already taken off on the spot thought so.