Rise From Eight Hundred

The simple fortifications are not as simple as Songjiang City. Whether it is the 6.5 kilogram grenade of the 75 Mountain Cannon or the less than 4 kilogram shells of the 92 Infantry Cannon, as long as the machine gun fortification is hit head-on, the machine gun fortification, the firearms in it, and the human body will be swallowed up by the artillery fire.

"If you hide, you will die. If you don't hide, you will die! Brothers, fight them." The sergeant shooter in charge of firing one of the machine guns roared and sat on the machine gun shooting chair.

The machine gun made a heart-stopping "dong-dong-dong" roar, shooting the Japanese troops crossing the river with blood splattering everywhere. Some people were even cut into two pieces by the shells and fell into the water in two.

The inhuman and shrill howl of the Japanese soldier who was unable to die for a moment not only made his colleagues' hairs stand on end, but even the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side felt their scalps go numb.

How much pain does it have to hurt to make such a sound?

The artillery shells and heavy machine guns fired by the fierce Japanese artillery fire set off a bloody storm in the creek, pushing the Japanese infantry back to the other side of the river.

However, the result of this is that the heavy firepower point continuously displays its position to the artillery observers on the Japanese position.

The Japanese mountain artillery unit was not equipped with a radio, but the infantry artillery was already close to the front line 1,200 meters away. The communication troops kept running wildly on the front line and artillery positions, constantly reporting the coordinates of the front line artillery observers to the Japanese artillery.

Infantry artillery fire became more and more accurate.

The most courageous sergeant, in the fifth minute after suppressing fire, had just emptied 7 bullets, and an infantry shell hit the front of the fortification.

Three layers of sandbags could not stop the bombardment of the small-caliber direct-aiming cannon. Although the sandbags, which were more than one meter thick, were not completely penetrated, the air waves caused by the explosion of the shells that penetrated deep into the sandbags caused the machine guns to sit on them. The shooters lifted off the ring fortifications.

Several auxiliary soldiers who were responsible for loading artillery shells were also hit by shrapnel and fell down one after another. In a machine gun fortification, except for the soldiers who were hiding in the trenches next to the fortification and were responsible for transporting artillery shells, almost all of them were wiped out.

In addition to the fire support company of the guard battalion, the ten machine guns and several heavy machine guns allocated to the two guard battalions were supported by people and guns, and were not counted as members of the guard battalion.

However, when someone is risking his life for him, how can he just watch and ignore him?

Although they knew the danger was great, soldiers from the nearby guard battalion rushed out of the trenches under gunfire to try to save him.

However, before they even climbed to the side of the sergeant who was pinned down by the machine gun, several soldiers shed tears.

The high-raised barrel of the machine gun was twisted into a twist by the air waves. Can the sergeant who was also swept by the air waves still survive?

But this is only one of them.

The reason why they were not allowed to remove the heavy machine gun from the sergeant shooter was that it could not be moved.

The brave gunner was dead.

But even though he was dead, his arms that were burned to a crisp by the air waves were still tightly holding the machine gun's control rod, and his neck was twisted weirdly, hanging on the remains of the machine gun.

Like, hugging your lover.

If they wanted to move away, they would have to break his arms.

It can only be put there first.

This posture was retained until after the war.

No wonder, during his lifetime, God did not give him good luck and did not allow him to escape the intensive artillery fire of the Japanese army. But after the sacrifice, unexpectedly, not a single shell came near his remains.

Tragic and tragic.

This scene was drawn by Tantai Mingyue, who followed Tang Dao to the hills after the war, with a pen on the title page of his private diary.

As she wrote in the notes on the side of this sketch: "The hill is extremely small, but it is the most tragic scene Ming Yue has ever seen in her life. This warrior and his weapons are integrated into one of them. It is only one of them that I drew here." Descendants of the Chinese race, his body is a monument to this battle!”

Yes, when the machine guns and heavy machine guns placed on the hill ignored the Japanese artillery fire and killed the Japanese infantry, the frontline commander of the 36th Infantry Brigade, Kanda Masanee, also noticed this, which was named by the Chinese government after the war as " "Lone Tomb" hill.

"It seems that the Chinese have placed most of their heavy firepower there, trying to shoot down our infantry from a high position." Kanda Masane's face was as dark as water. "It's just that the Chinese are really crazy to leave heavy firepower positions alone outside their defense lines."

He lowered his head and carefully looked at the combat terrain map drawn by the combat staff based on battlefield observations, and asked in a deep voice: "How many of the three infantry squadrons of the 47th Infantry Regiment supporting our army have entered the battlefield?"

"Your Excellency, Wing Commander, one has already entered the battlefield, and two infantry squadrons are waiting in the rear." A combat staff officer looked at the battle report and answered hurriedly.

"Then let them be responsible for attacking the hill. Our artillery will provide fire cover for them. An infantry squadron on the right flank of our 45th Infantry Regiment will also send out two infantry squads to cooperate with them in the attack." Kanda Masanee No longer looking at the map, he turned to face the battlefield, and a cold voice came: "Also, tell them for me, I don't need casualty figures, I just want results. If 500 troops still can't take that hill, their two army captains Just commit seppuku!”

The Chinese may not know that for the sake of the 1,500-meter defense line, the Japanese army once deployed four infantry squadrons in a wave of attacks, but for an inconspicuous hillock, Kanda Masane deployed two and a half infantry squadrons at once.

But on that hill, there was only one guard company of 150 infantrymen and less than 50 machine gunners.

Moreover, during the crazy bombardment by the Japanese army, one machine gun squad had lost its combat effectiveness, and more than a dozen infantrymen were injured or killed.

The Japanese infantry participating in the attack was three times the number of the defenders on the hill. In the distance, there were more Japanese infantry as reserves, although the Japanese did not intend to do so.

Whether it was the army colonel Kanda Masatane or the two Japanese captains on the front line, 500 troops were enough with the support of artillery.

But they were wrong, all wrong.

If this blocking battle in the wilderness was the most tragic battle in the entire Jiashan area against the Japanese army, then the battle on this hill with a height of more than ten meters, 200 meters to the right front of the Chinese trench defense line, was the most tragic of the tragic.

‘Guling’ has the advantage of height, but as Kanda Masatane said, the small river that blocked the Japanese army’s advance also separated the small hill from the Chinese defense line with trenches dug on the other side of the small river.

If the Chinese on the defense line wanted to support the hill, they had to cross the five-meter-wide river.

Therefore, the Japanese army, who had observed the terrain for a long time, blocked the stream with six heavy machine guns and nearly ten grenade launchers.

Although the two infantry squads of the Japanese army that bypassed the other side of the hill could not cross the river because the Chinese army quickly moved to the flank, they kept firing flares to block the Chinese army's support route.

That also meant that from that moment on, the more than 100 Chinese soldiers on the "Lonely Mausoleum" were isolated.

In addition to the side facing their own defense line and the other side that could be covered by light and heavy machine guns, the other two sides were all under the control of the Japanese army, and at least they would be besieged by the Japanese army from two sides.

However, the Japanese army adopted a more determined three-sided siege.

Two infantry squadrons attacked from two sides that could not be covered by the firepower of the trenches, and the two infantry squads that bypassed first launched a lure attack on the sides.

It not only involved the energy of the Chinese defenders on the hill, but also exposed the light machine gun firepower points of the Chinese defenders in the direction of the trenches.

To this end, the Japanese army deployed no less than 15 grenade launchers more than 300 meters away, and launched a crazy attack on the exposed firepower points of the Chinese side.

It was still the old routine. After the artillery fire, it was the infantry attack.

The Japanese infantry attacked from three sides, and they were all yellow and crawling under the hill.

"Each platoon attacks on its own, and there is no need to wait for my order!" Scarred Lao Zhao, who was sitting on the hill, poked his head out of the trench, looked at the dense Japanese infantry, and there was not much fear in his eyes. He roared and ordered the signalman around him.

Quietly retreating back to the trench, he exhaled lightly, and gently placed the six magazines filled with bullets in the most convenient position. There was not much expression on his face, but the scar on his forehead was like a living centipede in the flashing fire from time to time, twisting slightly.

Obviously, his mood was not as calm as he had just shown.

Facing the almost crazy offensive of the Japanese army, the major was also afraid.

Fear that he would never be able to return to his hometown again.

Even if it was his own choice to sit in this extremely important position.

Stingy Lao Zhou wanted to argue with him, but he blocked him.

Lao Zhou, but he has four children to raise! Damn, how can his wife be so fertile? Did Lao Zhou take some medicine? This may be the question that Scar Lao Zhao has always wanted to ask but has not had time to ask.

War, that's what it is, it makes too many people too late!