Rise From Eight Hundred

Whether it was the Colonel Commander of the 45th Infantry Regiment of the Japanese Army, or the Major Colonel Battalion Commander who was in charge of the front-line command, or the Lieutenant Captain and Squadron Leader at the forefront.

They all made a fatal mistake.

They overestimated themselves.

They thought that as long as they were brave enough, the cowardly Chinese would be afraid and terrified.

On the battlefield in North China, they proved their bravery again and again, using the failure of the Chinese army.

The obstruction of the division under Songjiang City was obviously just an exception, because the Chinese army had strong walls and moats as shields. Without them, the Chinese would have been killed by them long ago.

But they obviously forgot an extremely important point. Their fierce charge with rifles was indeed terrifying, but before showing off this bravery, they must first use artillery to clean the ground. Whether it was 92 infantry guns, 75 mountain guns, or larger caliber heavy guns, those heavy weapons that could easily blow up fortifications and trenches into a white field were the most terrible things to destroy the heart of resistance.

Now, although they also used dozens of grenade launchers before the charge, and threw several waves of grenades in succession, causing shrapnel and soil to fly all over the long defense line, and also caused certain casualties, the number of grenades that could actually explode in the trenches would never be more than 20, and those casualties were simply negligible for the Chinese army that was devastated by artillery.

Having lost the artillery, the Japanese army still wanted to show their bravery, and naturally they could only be defeated.

Four infantry squadrons, nearly 800 Japanese soldiers, divided into three waves in a nearly suicidal posture, charged towards the Chinese army's defense line with one wave higher than the other.

The last round even shouted "Board!"

That was the "Long Live Charge" that would never retreat until the enemy's formation was broken, the last killer of the Japanese infantry.

All officers, including the captain and squadron leader, charged in the queue.

So, they never retreated again.

Because they all fell on the way to charge.

Facing the crazy bullets, let alone 800 people, even 8,000 people, the end result can only be a river of blood.

The various long and short firearms held by the Chinese soldiers made the Japanese army completely sober. They were also mortals. Without artillery, their bravery was just a joke in front of crazy bullets.

There were a total of 800 people, but only a few dozen "lucky ones" could cross the stream, but only half of these lucky ones had the opportunity to throw the melon grenades they carried far away.

Then, they died in the dense fire net formed by the opponent's Mauser pistols and submachine guns.

And more people were killed in the stream that was no more than five meters wide.

Perhaps because there were too many corpses in the stream, the originally slowly flowing stream seemed to be still from a distance under the white light of the flares, and the yellow and red colors filled it, like a solidified oil painting.

That picture was definitely a nightmare that the grenade throwers and heavy machine gunners who found their positions again in the rear would never get rid of in their lives.

The grenadiers lost their squadrons and squads because all their colleagues, from the captain to the lowest private, were killed or wounded on the battlefield during the charge.

The heavy machine gunners were also stunned. They didn't know who they could cover in the future. The infantrymen they were familiar with were all lying on that strange land.

Yes, from the start of the charge to now, as expected by their colonel, the battle was over in ten minutes.

It's just that they didn't break through the opponent's position, but four infantry squadrons were consumed by the opponent's crazy bullets.

This is definitely the bravest group of the Imperial Army.

Death did not wipe out the fighting spirit of the Imperial Infantry. Before the retreat order was issued in the rear, they rushed to death one after another.

The charge was over, but the battlefield was not over.

The battlefield, which had basically returned to peace, still had gunshots from time to time. It was the Chinese soldiers' gunners looking for the wounded who could still crawl in the pool of blood.

After the gunshot, the wounded Japanese soldiers who were only injured and might still survive could only howl and then return to silence.

The cruelty of not letting go is unbearable to watch.

The Chinese shooters hiding in the trenches hunted all the living creatures in front of the Japanese without scruples.

Until all the flares in the sky fell, the entire battlefield fell into darkness again.

Although the Japanese soldiers were so angry that they almost broke their back teeth, they could not come up with any countermeasures to save the wounded.

"Baga! Are the Chinese crazy? Why do they dare to treat the Imperial Army like this? Aren't they afraid that we will fight back in a more cruel way?" A Japanese heavy machine gunner who was stunned and watched all this happen asked angrily.

"They probably never thought about leaving this place alive, so they are naturally not afraid." A second lieutenant squad leader next to the heavy machine gunner coldly helped him answer his questions.

In the darkness, the Japanese second lieutenant's eyes flashed with deep fear.

What frightened this Japanese Army second lieutenant was not the hundreds of colleagues who died in the "board charge". The bodies of the dead in the 13th Infantry Brigade under Songjiang City were several times more than those here. Even more, what frightened him was not the battlefield that had not yet ended. If he were to engage in further combat, as the commander of a heavy machine gun squad, he might die under the Chinese mortars, but he would never lie alone and cold in the mud like those colleagues.

What frightened him was the ruthlessness shown by the Chinese. They did not even spare the wounded soldiers in front of their opponents, which meant that they chose to bear the same consequences.

If they wanted to break through this position, there was no other way except to kill them all.

And how easy was that? Through the suicidal charge just now, the Chinese had already taken out mortars, machine guns, heavy machine guns and various long and short guns, with fierce firepower and abundant ammunition.

What price would the regiment, which was already marching lightly, pay to conquer this position? Still use a charge? Use the remaining infantry battalion? The Japanese Army lieutenant could almost imagine the situation of their own corpses strewn all over the field.

It was chilling.

However, the explanation of the Japanese Army lieutenant was not enough to explain the current situation.

Perhaps, only the Chinese soldiers themselves knew the reason for doing so.

The Chinese trenches were very quiet. They also faced death and repelled the Japanese attack, and they were obviously calmer than the Japanese.

It's not that they are not sad, but no matter how heart-wrenching the heartbreak is, the battlefield does not allow people to immerse themselves in it all the time.

The joy of killing the opponent and the fear of facing death at any time will occupy most of the soldiers' attention.

The bodies of the dead soldiers were all placed in a corner of the trench. Only the seriously injured soldiers were qualified to be carried on the backs of the medical team that sneaked into the trench or dragged away on a stretcher.

It's not that we don't remember or respect death, but this is the battlefield.

Take the guard squad on the front battlefield as an example. There are 12 people in a guard squad. In this round of Japanese charge, in addition to Aniu who was killed by a grenade and lost his leg and blood, there are two people who raised their bodies too high when shooting. One was shot in the head and the other was shot in the chest, and three people died in the battle.

The three bodies were placed in the corner of the trench area belonging to the guard squad. There was no white cloth. Their young faces were covered with the military uniforms taken off by their comrades. That was the warmth that their comrades could give.

For this reason, they had to wear single clothes and huddle in the cold mud in late autumn.

But, I am willing to do it.

"Squad leader, why do you want to kill the wounded Japanese soldiers? According to experience, the Japanese will rescue their wounded at all costs. We can keep those wounded soldiers and consume the Japanese supplies." The soldier who was only wearing a single layer of clothes and helped his friend find the calf that was blown off before the war was very puzzled. He crawled over from the side of the trench and asked the old soldier who shot and killed a wounded Japanese soldier more than 40 meters away and then retreated to the trench.

"Why?" The old soldier glanced at his soldiers with a calm face. "Because after this battle, I'm afraid there won't be many of us left, and we won't have the chance to fight these devils again. There's no future, so why think so much? Kill one more, and give him a chance to harm our people?"

After saying that, he looked around, and his eyes became a little fierce at that moment: "Remember it, you can't be soft-hearted when killing Japanese, and the same applies to your own brothers. If he can't do it, just shoot him again, don't let him be tortured. If I'm so injured that I can't even hold the gun, just shoot me again, don't let me be stabbed to death by the devil's bayonet, it really hurts!"

The soldier was a little stunned.

For a moment, he didn't know how to respond to his squad leader who had been in the army for six years.

His squad leader has always been a "dead man with eggs facing the sky" image, who would have thought he would be afraid of pain.

"I'm not a god, of course I'm afraid of pain." The old soldier sighed slightly and patted the soldier on the shoulder. "How did Zhao Laoer next door die? Wasn't he stabbed in the stomach by the Japanese on the battlefield in North China, and died of pain with his intestines spilling all over the floor? I don't want to be like him, I want to die a quick death."

"If you can't save that person, I will help you go more easily, but if I ask for your help, don't be so stupid as to not do it." The old soldier looked at the soldiers around him and continued to give instructions in a deep voice.

There was some silence in the trench.

After a long while, a soldier replied weakly: "Squad leader, I don't need your help."

"What's the matter, if you are afraid of death, give it to me" The old soldier glared.

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

The soldier unbuttoned the front of his clothes, and a grenade was tied tightly to his lower abdomen with hemp rope, one circle after another, tied very tightly.

Obviously, this was not tied on the battlefield today, it should have been some time.

The role of this grenade is self-evident.

"Squad leader, I took this from the grenade box of the next squad when I was leaving the division headquarters. It didn't take our squad's." The soldier explained shyly.

"Haha, it's good." The old soldier laughed.

"Potato, you are really a smart guy!"

The other soldiers in the squad also laughed.

The battlefield filled with gunpowder and blood smell has a little more joy, but more of it is tragic.