Rise From Eight Hundred

Yes, the Japanese general attack had already begun 10 minutes ago.

From a geographical point of view, the Chinese heavy firepower on the flank of the trench, ‘Gu Ling’, could become the Japanese infantry’s reliance on crossing the small river. Then the 12 heavy machine guns that the Japanese army had set up now that occupied the position would also become a nightmare for the trenches of at least 800 meters.

The continuous rain of bullets either slid over the trenches or fell into the trenches, causing a bloody storm.

As a last resort, the machine guns and heavy machine guns that were originally used to suppress the Japanese infantry charge could only turn to fire at the Japanese heavy machine guns.

All the infantry within 500 meters of the trench closest to ‘Gu Ling’ withdrew to another position, which undoubtedly took the initiative to give up a gap in the originally complete trench position.

Although there were also three light machine guns and more than a dozen rifles to provide certain firepower blocking to this large gap, it was obvious that this would definitely become the weakest area of ​​the entire defense line.

The Japanese army will definitely focus on this place and then conduct a flanking attack on the battlefield.

This time, the Japanese army only used 10 minutes of artillery preparation before the infantry began to charge.

As he said, Kanda Masatane left the field command post since the shelling began, and stood in the temporary trench dug by the supervision team with Seto Uchiri and a large number of staff officers from the regiment.

On the battlefield where the flames of war were flying, the Japanese army colonel still stood up straight with a telescope to observe the battlefield at a maximum distance of no more than 400 meters. However, the waist-deep trench made Kanda Masatane, who was not tall but could expose his chest and abdomen, look very wise and powerful.

But what was the use of that? The Japanese infantry who had already entered the charge state could not see it, and stray bullets might kill the army colonel who had to show off for his future.

Of course, it didn't matter if the colonel died, but what was important was that he couldn't die. Seeing that he had to stand in the trench with this idiot, Seto Uchiri immediately ordered sandbags to be added in front of the trench.

Fortunately, the short legs of the senior leaders of the 36th Infantry Brigade reduced the workload of the Japanese army. Dozens of Japanese soldiers worked together and laid a sandbag fortification more than ten meters long and 0.4 meters high in front of the trench in less than five minutes. The chance of encountering stray bullets on the bullet-receiving surface with only the head exposed was much smaller.

The army colonel was obviously not a fool. He issued the order for the infantry to charge only after the fortifications were built to ensure his own safety.

Some people left the Chinese position after all.

The stingy major who was determined to fight to the death with his old comrades was finally persuaded by his company commander.

He is not a god, but still a mortal.

If the guard battalions of the two divisions were completely wiped out here, with no one alive, even if they were reorganized and rebuilt in the future, they would not be the original guard battalions.

Because no one would continue their spirit.

However, it was not the 1st Company of the Guard Battalion of the 107th Division that was driven away by the stingy major with a bleak look. With his tacit consent, each company sent ten people to evacuate the seriously injured and the medical team who were transferred to the rear of the position.

However, there were very few veterans among these dozens of people, and most of them were new recruits under the age of 20 from the Guard Battalions of the Two Divisions.

That was after the battle on the battlefield in North China, when the Guard Battalions of the Two Divisions recruited a group of new recruits to fill the personnel.

Originally, the soldiers added to the Guard Battalion should have been veterans of more than three years drawn from each infantry regiment, but after the war, each infantry regiment suffered heavy losses. Without veterans as the backbone, the combat effectiveness would continue to weaken. The Guard Battalion, which has always preferred to have fewer than fewer soldiers, could only find excellent ones from the young and strong to supplement them, expecting them to grow rapidly after several battles under the leadership of veterans.

But no one expected that they would encounter the Songjiang blocking battle with 100,000 Japanese troops as soon as they arrived at the southeast battlefield, and now this field blocking battle with a greater disparity in strength.

The previous battle was not so bad. Although it was a fierce battle for several days, it was not to the point where no one on the front line had to take up the gun and go to the battlefield. The guard battalions of the two divisions did not enter the battlefield as the last reserve to fight to the death.

It can also be said that the battlefield here is the first battle in which the few new recruits of the guard battalions of the two divisions participated.

The first battle is a fight to the death.

In such a terrible battlefield, the veterans suffered heavy casualties. It can be imagined that there are only a few new recruits who can survive until now. In fact, there are very few.

Keeping them here actually has no great meaning, but it is just sending them to die in vain.

The veterans almost unanimously gave up the precious quota of evacuation to the younger brothers who were usually ridiculed, bullied and even yelled at by them.

It is not that the veterans are not afraid of death, but the spirit of "the strong protect the weak" that has been passed down in China for thousands of years, even if they have never read a book or attended school for a few days, is still immersed in their bones.

Moreover, these veterans understood one thing better: leaving the new soldiers here would only cause the battle to collapse earlier. Since the retreating personnel would have to bring along the seriously injured soldiers and the medical team, they would be caught up and killed even if they retreated an hour earlier, let alone twenty minutes earlier.

It would be better for them to stay here and fight to the death to win a glimmer of life for these "seeds".

To put it bluntly, those who stayed on the battlefield were doomed to die, and those who were ordered to retreat were not 100% sure to survive. Their lives were not even in their own hands, but depended entirely on how long the veterans on the frontline battlefield could hold on and how fast the main force led by Tang Dao could return to support them.

Pang Dahai's fire support company was also allocated ten places, but the fire support company was composed of elite soldiers selected by Tang Dao from the 67th Army and the 43rd Army. There was no such thing as new recruits and old soldiers, so Pang Dahai used the most primitive method of drawing lots to decide who would stay or go.

More than a hundred shells were put into a shell box that only allowed one hand to enter. Only ten of them had a bayonet tip scratched inside, which was fair.

Originally, Pang Dahai and his three platoon leaders refused to join the heart-wrenching lottery to decide who would stay and who would go.

However, the soldiers' pleading eyes let the captain know that their refusal would destroy the original fairness.

On the battlefield where death is inevitable, there is no distinction between superiors and soldiers.

Everything depends on God's arrangement, which is what the Chinese people in desperate situations believe in.

Soldiers who had drawn shells with scratches stood up one by one, including a second lieutenant platoon leader who had his arm hung by his military uniform, but there were only nine of them. All the shells without scratches had been thrown to the ground long ago, and no one knew who had given up their quota.

Perhaps only the second lieutenant platoon leader who was trembling with his head down knew that the company commander beside him took out the shell, took a symbolic look at it, threw it under his feet, and quietly stepped on it.

As the platoon leader of the mortar platoon, he wanted to abandon the shell with a glimmer of hope like his superior, but thinking of his old mother who was looking forward to it at home, he didn't do it after all.

"The retreating brothers need a commander, and the battalion commander also needs a good gunner. You don't need to blame yourself. Take the brothers to find the battalion commander alive, and tell the battalion commander for me that this is the most exciting battle that Pang Dahai has fought since the withdrawal of troops from the Northeast. Pang Dahai is very happy to fight side by side with a pure soldier like him." Pang Dahai gently patted his subordinate's shoulder, with a smile on his round face.

There was no usual salute. The Chinese soldiers who stayed on the battlefield turned their backs to the battlefield, and the soldiers who left cried as they left, looking back every few steps.

There was regret and reluctance, but more importantly, this separation would never see each other again.

It was not easy to choose death, and it was equally difficult to choose life.

Those who left the battlefield also shouldered a mission.

The battlefield situation was always changing rapidly. I am afraid no one would have thought that the battle would actually start from this retreating army.

The two infantry squads of the Japanese army that had detoured the battlefield for five or six kilometers encountered them 1,000 meters behind the battlefield.

Shit yellow and dark gray, in the dark, the closest distance was only less than 40 meters.

The Japanese army did not expect to encounter Chinese soldiers here, and the Chinese soldiers also did not expect to encounter Japanese soldiers so far behind their positions.

Both sides had flashlights, and the Chinese used those captured from the Japanese army. Under the illumination of the lampposts, the colors of the uniforms of both sides let both sides know that they had encountered the enemy.

The blazing gunshots rang out instantly!

The front-line battlefield in the distance also opened the curtain of madness because of the gunshots and grenade explosions of this encounter.

The seeds originally used to carry the wounded to retreat turned out to be the rear barrier of the front-line battlefield. Otherwise, if the Japanese army entered the undefended trenches, the consequences would be disastrous.

However, 100 to 90, one side still had more recruits and tired soldiers, and most of the ammunition that was originally limited was left to the comrades who did not leave.

An unparalleled disadvantage.

Gu Xishui, on the way.

Distance, three kilometers!