Rise From Eight Hundred

Morale may be broken, but the Japanese are still Japanese.

A rabbit will bite when it is pushed to the edge, and the Japanese will even fuck themselves when they are pushed to the edge.

The strong sense of humiliation of being pressed to the ground and rubbed by a few Chinese using terrain and equipment made them overcome the fear of being blown up at any time.

'Catch the leader first!' Although this routine was invented by the Chinese, the Japanese who have learned it from China for two thousand years have also learned it.

As long as they can kill the bastards hiding on the hill and firing from time to time, perhaps they can end this frustrating and humiliating battle. The Japanese finally made their own choice.

"Board!" Under the firepower of the Japanese army on the other side, nearly ten Japanese infantrymen who moved to the left wing of the hill where the Tang sword was located, led by their own sergeant, shouted slogans and puffed their cheeks to launch a "Long live" charge.

Behind them, there were nearly fifteen Japanese soldiers with bayonets ready to move.

As long as their comrades waded through a ‘bloody’ path in the bushes, they would follow their comrades’ footsteps.

Under the light of the flares, that extremely heroic scene was forever engraved in the hearts of the Japanese soldiers who survived this battle.

Because that was beyond the scope of bravery.

That was seeking death.

No matter which army, they would of course strictly protect their own ‘king’, and Niu Er and a group of cavalrymen certainly thought so.

About 40 of the 60 grenades made of tripwires were placed around the hill where the Tang Dao was located, and 20 were placed around the ‘black spot’, while Niu Er and Xia Dayu had none.

The reason was simple. The two machine guns were powerful, and if the Japanese wanted to launch an attack on the area where Niu Er was located, they had to withstand the shooting of the two machine guns first. As long as the Japanese were not idiots, they would definitely organize forces to remove the machine gun fire points first.

Therefore, the brave Japanese infantrymen, as their colleagues imagined, really waded through a bloody path for victory.

The real bloody road, the road made of flesh and blood.

The sergeant who led the charge only rushed out a dozen meters before he set off a trip mine, blowing up an infantryman ten meters behind him. The fallen body even triggered another trip mine, and once again became a "flying man in the air", taking away another companion.

On the road of flying together, it is definitely not so lonely.

The sergeant who killed his companion by triggering the rope himself had no time to rejoice, and the 'Blackie' who adjusted the shooting angle swept over and swept him down with a volley of bullets.

The sturdy body was hit by several bullets in succession, and fell into the bushes without much struggle, and the heroic momentum of the Japanese infantry who took the initiative to die was also embarrassed.

However, 'Blackie' could only provide this wave of support to Tang Dao. Although the Japanese soldiers surrounding him did not dare to charge like their colleagues over there, they could provide fire cover.

The enraged Japanese were also forced to use the "Turtle Fist" at this moment. The sharpshooter who shot coldly over there was erratic and they could not find the specific location at all, but the muzzle flames of the black machine gun fire point were extremely clear because of the continuous shooting in the dark.

Whether it was the Japanese army in the wild or the Japanese army that went around the two wings of the hill, they all chose to shoot at the "black" who posed the greatest threat to them.

The essence of the tactical thinking of the "Turtle Fist" is that no matter who hits me, I will catch the nearest guy and hit him.

Before I kill me, I can always drag someone down with me.

This kind of life-and-death fighting style usually appears in the surrounded Chinese troops. It is a typical "kill one thousand enemies and lose one thousand and fifteen of your own!".

Unexpectedly, the anxious Japanese also learned it.

Sure enough, the opponent is the best teacher.

That is, the price is not ordinary.

Niu Er, who was becoming more and more like a sniper, was calmer than his age. His face did not show any expression change. Under the guidance of Xia Dayu, who was getting more and more in sync with him, he pulled the bolt, ejected the shell, swung the muzzle, aimed, pulled the trigger, and then repeated the whole set of actions like flowing water, without a trace of hesitation.

When the gun was fired, a Japanese soldier would fall to the ground.

In one minute, Niu Er emptied three magazines of fifteen bullets. The average speed of one shot every four seconds was not very high, but the accuracy was terrifying.

Ten Japanese soldiers died and five were injured, and no bullet missed.

But the Japanese still gave up attacking the terrible sharpshooter and went all out to attack the "black spot".

Their tactics were clear. They tried their best to suppress the black spot. As long as the more than 30 Japanese soldiers over there could attack the hillside and kill the Chinese, they could break through the surface and regain the advantage.

No matter how powerful the sharpshooter was, he was just a gun. How could he kill a hundred people?

It seemed that there was nothing wrong with thinking this way.

Even the most powerful sniper in the world has never killed hundreds of people in a single battle.

The Japanese infantrymen were extremely accurate in their marksmanship. Even with the cover of darkness and bushes, many bullets still hit the fortifications, making a "puff puff" sound. One or two bullets even passed by the space of no more than ten centimeters from the ear of "Kuroko".

The scorching trajectory stimulated "Kuroko" to stand on end. It was the instinctive fear of the threat of death.

"Kuroko" could only turn the muzzle of his gun and shoot at the Japanese infantrymen who attacked him, and beat the group of Japanese infantrymen who used the "turtle fist" routine back into the bushes.

The Japanese infantrymen who were looking for death saw that there was no threat from the machine gun more than 200 meters away, and continued to move their short legs, and the slogans sounded again.

Then, the slogans disappeared, accompanied by the continuous "boom boom boom" of violent explosions.

The so-called divine light of Amaterasu did not shine here.

The limbs and bodies flying in the air became silhouettes reflected in the pupils of the Japanese infantry.

For them, it was an extremely heroic silhouette.

More than a dozen Japanese soldiers used their bodies to wade out an attack route.

If there was a live broadcast at this time, all Japanese citizens would have tears in their eyes.

Unfortunately, after the war, many Japanese military experts believed that their behavior was stupid in the case of fighting with more people against fewer.

No, it was a bunch of stupid people!

What they should do most is to hold back these Chinese and wait for reinforcements. Don’t you still have thousands of people!

The remaining Japanese Mag chickens in this battle, you are the keyboard warriors from over there!

The other dozen Japanese soldiers, regardless of sadness, rushed up along this bloody road with bayonets.

Even if the bullets fired from the forest were extremely hot, they could not stop their firm will at this moment.

That guy must be killed, otherwise no one can leave alive today.

The Japanese infantrymen who were forced into a corner finally showed why they were called "black skin, bright red blood".

Their blood was really very red.

As the distance between the two sides continued to close, the machine guns that were madly spewing firepower and killing seven or eight Japanese soldiers who rushed over from the other side finally stopped the heart-pounding gunshots.

The 200-round belt was emptied.

The Japanese infantrymen closest to the fortifications had already approached to five meters, and only needed two big steps to stab the Chinese with their shining bayonets.

If they wanted to reload the belt again, they would be courting death.

At that moment, almost all the Japanese infantrymen two hundred meters away breathed a sigh of relief.

"Kill the chicken!" The Japanese army second lieutenant hiding in a bush shouted hoarsely with veins popping out of his neck.

This damn battle is finally coming to an end.

Yes, the poor second lieutenant was thinking about how to end this battle at this time, and he no longer had any beautiful fantasies about his future.

Even if those Chinese wanted to escape later, he didn't want to chase them anymore.

In fact, the casualties were too great.

Not to mention those guys who fell silently in the bushes, he had already witnessed 40 to 50 casualties.

In order to chase one person, he paid such a high price. It was good if he was not chopped off by the battalion commander or the regiment commander. What's the point of promotion? Oh! The regiment commander had been killed by a cannon, which was even worse. The brigade commander wanted to find someone to vent his anger.

If nothing unexpected happened, the unlucky kid who was called the "punching bag" must be him.

The Japanese Army Second Lieutenant, who was full of desire to survive, had a thought at this moment that was quite similar to the slogan of a certain Chinese association for participating in the World Cup in the future: "Kill one, or injure one, and at worst, return with the wounded!"

It's not that our army is too stupid, but that the opponent is too strong. This psychological suggestion had blossomed in the heart of the Japanese Army Second Lieutenant ten minutes ago.

But the next scene really exceeded the imagination of everyone present.

Including the three Chinese.

Even though they had seen the power of the cold weapons of the Tang Dao on the battlefield before the warehouse.

But that was not the heyday of the Tang Dao.

What does the Tang Dao look like when it is at its peak? Niu Er and Hei Zi finally saw it.

Xia Dayu

I am afraid I have found a Guan Erye to be the boss! This is Xia Dayu's feeling when he told battlefield stories to his and his comrades' grandchildren decades later.

At that time, in order to increase the deterrence of the Chinese who beat them, the Japanese army deliberately fired the last three flares.

The whole hill was as bright as day.

The Chinese and Japanese soldiers in the forest were clearly visible.

Even death was so clear and so vivid...

PS: I can only update once today. I have to take a holiday. Fengyue, who just finished class, has to rush to pick up her daughter. This is the only draft I have saved, woo!

Today is Martyrs' Day. The martyrs who gave their lives for the country and the nation will be immortal!

Also, I wish you all a happy holiday on behalf of Qian! Have fun, eat well, Fengyue will not go anywhere tomorrow, just focus on writing and updating! I promise!