Rise From Eight Hundred

Although it was proved after the war that the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade, from the brigade commander to the regiment commander, ordered the bombing of the artillery themselves, which was stupid and reduced a lot of trouble for the Chinese.

However, this unconventional move by Sumita Raishiro was still effective in the early stage of the battlefield.

He allowed his large number of artillerymen to temporarily gain a foothold.

The Chinese cavalrymen who were about to charge forward were forced back by the huge fireballs that kept rising.

The placement of the Japanese heavy artillery was stricter than the Japanese Army regulations. The distance between each cannon was as high as 80 meters. Otherwise, the total of 72 heavy artillery would not require a wide position of nearly 200,000 square meters.

But even on such a wide position, the explosion point formed by the detonation of a cannon almost covered an area of ​​60 to 70 meters.

Gong Shaoxun was still able to judge the situation and directly pulled the reins. The warhorse, which had been accelerated to half speed, turned around, and the cavalrymen who were rushing forward followed one after another, avoiding the terrible ammunition explosion.

The cavalry had a will to die, but advancing under the continuous explosion of steel rain was just a waste of energy.

Tang Dao and others who had just bombarded the Japanese position with a 150mm heavy artillery were also shocked by the self-mutilation of the Japanese.

"The Japanese are crazy! It is understandable that they bombed the position that we are about to occupy, but why did they start bombing themselves before our people arrived?" Guo Shouzhi, who had been following Tang Dao, was also stunned.

He knew that the Japanese were cruel, but the army major could not imagine that they were so cruel to him.

"Because of the speed at which we broke through the position and fired two shots with their artillery, they misjudged the situation and thought we were a large-scale force. They were afraid that the artillery would fall into our hands and be used by us, so they were so decisive!" Tang Dao smiled. "It's good this way. It will save our time. Besides, we are just a handful of people, not even a few artillerymen. Why do we need so many artillerymen? Two will be enough."

"Erya, fire a signal flare to notify the cavalry to return. They are no longer needed to attack the Japanese positions. The rest of the work will be done by the infantry. At the same time, notify them to take the remains of the dead soldiers and the wounded to the rear, and to organize the equipment and wait for the next order." Tang Dao looked at the fireballs flashing in the sky, and his eyes seemed to be burning with flames. "Also, pass my military order to notify all units to speed up the attack. In this battle, we must not only blow up the Japanese artillery, but also kill as many artillerymen as possible, and then the whole army will return to support. Lao Zhao and Lao Zhou will probably encounter the Japanese soon."

Two green signal flares were fired into the sky, and Gong Shaoxun led the cavalry to turn again and return to the Japanese anti-aircraft artillery position that had just been attacked.

Some cavalrymen dismounted and searched for equipment abandoned by the Japanese who had been killed and scattered on a messy position.

Of course, it could only be the 25mm machine guns and shells that caused them a large number of casualties in the previous charge. The remaining Type 38 rifles and Type 14 Nambu pistols were no longer within their consideration.

Until the entire position was attacked by the high-speed cavalry, the Japanese army had assembled only four twin-mounted anti-aircraft guns in total. In order to increase the speed, the cavalry almost gave up hot weapons and rushed into the position waving sabers like ancient cavalry.

The four anti-aircraft guns that could spray deadly flames were naturally the focus of the attack. The anti-aircraft guns that lost their shooting range were not even as good as fire sticks at that moment. What was even more tragic was that the Japanese artillery had almost no self-defense weapons. Facing the iron hooves and sabers running at high speed, they had no power to resist. All the Japanese artillery near the anti-aircraft guns were killed by the sharp sabers, and the anti-aircraft guns were well preserved and placed in place.

The other two machine gun parts that were still well preserved in wooden boxes were also found by the cavalry. The Japanese army's meticulous maintenance of weapons was amazing. The barrels exuded a blue luster under the afterglow of the flares, and the smell of butter was also permeated.

All six 25mm machine guns were captured by the Chinese cavalry. The only difficulty was how to move these 200-kilogram giants.

Lv Sanjiang and dozens of cavalrymen searched for the remains of their dead comrades on the battlefield.

Yes, there were almost no wounded, and they were all looking for death.

A human body shot by a large-caliber machine gun would not only be shattered, but even pure blood loss would take a person's life within ten minutes.

Even if a warhorse was hit by a shell, the probability of death would be as high as 90% if it fell from a high-speed moving horse and was crushed by a heavy horse carcass.

The cavalry had soft bags on their saddles, which were specially used to rescue the wounded, but at this moment, almost all of them were the remains of comrades.

How come they are all dead, and there is no one alive? Give me a living one! Lv Sanjiang watched his comrades constantly carry the remains into soft bags and hang them on the horse's back, his eyes were red.

"Come on, come on! Linzi is still alive." A soldier's surprised voice came.

Lü Sanjiang in the distance galloped, and the surrounding twenty-odd cavalrymen quickly surrounded him.

The cavalryman named Linzi was well-known among the cavalrymen, and was considered the happy fruit of the cavalrymen. Linzi, who was only 22 years old, was born and raised in the Northeast. His father and brother were both Errenzhuan artists. They set up a troupe and performed in the three provinces of the Northeast. Although their life was not rich, they had enough food and clothing. The teenager was also influenced by years of education and had a unique skill in Errenzhuan.

However, the September 18th Incident broke out, and the entire Northeast was occupied by the Japanese.

Life was completely changed, and the troupe was asked to disband by the Japanese because of frequent movement within the province, but this was only the first step of ordinary life falling into the abyss.

Because of their unique skills in Errenzhuan, Linzi's father and brother were forced to entertain the Japanese at a banquet. After an inconspicuous performance mistake, they were beaten by traitors who depended on the Japanese, stripped naked and thrown on the street in the cold winter.

What is the winter in Northeast China like? Extreme humiliation and coldness entered the body. Linzi used a cart to pull his father and brother back. A few days later, his father and brother, who had always been strong, died in misery one after another.

Linzi, a young man full of hatred, escaped from the Northeast and found the remnants of the Northeast Army to join the army and became a cavalryman two years later. Although he was not the bravest one, he could make most of the cavalrymen from the Northeast feel at home by performing a few Errenzhuan skills after training, and he was usually well taken care of by the cavalrymen.

Hearing that he was still alive, how could the cavalrymen not be ecstatic?

Lu Sanjiang was so happy that his chest was about to explode. That was a soldier from his cavalry squad. Because he led the team to charge, the six-man cavalry squad had lost two people in this battle. Now they can find another one, at least more than half of them are alive.

However, when everyone moved the dead body of the warhorse that was pressed tightly on him, Linzi's eyes were already white, and blood was gushing out of his mouth.

Lu Sanjiang touched his chest in great panic, but found that his once strong chest was not only soft, but also collapsed downwards, which was the condition of a broken sternum.

"Linzi, don't sleep, don't sleep, don't fall asleep, I'll take you to find a military doctor!" Lu Sanjiang tried to hold back the tears in his eyes and comforted the soldier who was already on the verge of death.

"Brother Sanjiang, I'm so cold!" The young soldier held Lu Sanjiang's arms tightly around his body, and his breath was weak. "I want to go home, back to the Northeast."

"Clothes, take off your clothes, cover him." Lu Sanjiang turned his head and yelled.

However, he found that the soldier in the same class who was unbuttoning his clothes suddenly froze.

Looking back, the young soldier had already lowered his head, and the blood spurting out of his mouth flowed down in front of him.

However, he was completely dead.

The soldier who wanted to avenge his father and brother died.

His military career was not brilliant. Even with deep hatred, he was not brave enough to kill several Japanese soldiers on the battlefield. The best record was to assist the soldiers in the same class to kill two Japanese soldiers. His saber had never cut off the head of a Japanese soldier.

Even in this raid, he did not have time to carve a mark on his hilt. ww. That was the glory that only came after killing an enemy with his own hands, and he fell on the way to charge.

However, who can say that such a soldier is not brave enough? From the moment he put on his military uniform and went to the battlefield, he was a brave Chinese.

It is precisely because of the existence of thousands and thousands of ordinary Chinese soldiers that China can bravely show its sword when facing invaders who are one dimension higher than itself.

Bravery is always born in the ordinary and dies in the extraordinary.

"I'll take you home, take you back to the Northeast!" Lv Sanjiang's tears finally fell, and he lifted up his increasingly heavy comrade's body, muttering to himself.

The hand that had just tightly grasped his arm drooped dejectedly.

Home is the destination!

No matter what it becomes!

The heart of a soldier will also be soft and fragile when death comes.