Rise From Eight Hundred

Leaving your back to the enemy is the stupidest and saddest way to die on the battlefield.

This most elite infantry squadron belonging to the 23rd Infantry Regiment, which encountered the Second Company of the Independent Battalion, disappeared in such a stupid and sad way.

Hundreds of Chinese infantrymen chased the Japanese army, who had completely lost their fighting spirit and even stopped shooting at the end, for a full 800 meters.

The flares seized from the Japanese army were shot into the sky by the Chinese infantry without any mercy. Even if the running figures of the Japanese army were as agile as antelopes, they could only fall helplessly in the wilderness under the crazy shooting of rifles and submachine guns.

The combination of Yang Bicheng and Wang Changshou, an old and a young man, was naturally not as fast as others, but they caught up with a Japanese soldier who was forced to jump into the pond.

There was not much water in the pond, and the knee-deep water could not drown people, but for the Japanese army who were chased to the point where there was no way up or down, it was even more desperate.

Heavy cowhide boots are good combat boots. The soles nailed with iron sheets are completely fearless of sharp objects on the battlefield and also have the function of keeping warm. However, in the muddy land of Jiangnan with abundant water, they have become the biggest burden.

The Japanese army marched hard in the pond, in front of two soldiers, one old and one young, whose chests rose and fell violently and whose breathing was like thunder.

The moon just broke through the dark clouds, and the moonlight sprinkled on the backs of the Japanese soldiers who were struggling to move forward. There was no tragic and heroic, but there was a bit of desolation.

Wang Changshou pulled the bolt and aimed the gun.

The figure of the Japanese soldier who was still struggling to move forward suddenly froze, slowly turned his head, and looked at the two Chinese soldiers who had already aimed their guns at him.

The moonlight shone on his dirty face, which was pale!

Wang Changshou's heart trembled fiercely.

That was a Japanese soldier who was about the same age as Yang Bicheng, at most 21 or 22 years old, roughly the same age as his son.

Was his bullet going to kill a young man of the same age as his son? Then, let his body soak in this pond and rot?

The Sichuan Army veteran, who had experienced many bloody battles on the battlefield and had become extremely hard-hearted, hesitated at this moment, and his hands were shaking slightly.

Yang Bicheng also stared at this Japanese soldier who was about the same age as himself, without moving.

"Surrender your guns and we won't kill you!" Wang Changshou raised his gun and looked at the young Japanese soldier who turned his head with a miserable expression, and finally did not pull his trigger.

As a veteran, he knew that he had violated the military order issued by Tang Dao before the war. From Songjiang to Jiashan, the Japanese army never left Chinese prisoners of war, and China did not need them either.

However, facing such a young man, he finally softened his heart. Perhaps, if he could catch a living prisoner and bring him back, the superiors could get the information they wanted from him! Wang Changshou, who was already a father, convinced himself with this reason.

"Bang!" The gunshot rang out.

The Japanese soldier's expression froze, and then he collapsed, twitching in the shallow water of the pond, like a loach struggling in pain on a barbecue plate.

There was no screaming, a large amount of water blocked his throat.

"He has surrendered!" Wang Changshou looked to his side and roared in a rare way. "He is just a kid!"

The muzzle of Yang Bicheng's Browning pistol was smoking.

Facing the questioning of the old soldier who had always protected him, Yang Bicheng's eyes suddenly welled up with tears, but he tried his best to suppress them from flowing, and responded coldly: "Young man? The Japanese soldier who insulted my aunt is also a young man."

Wang Changshou was speechless.

"Besides, did he surrender? He never raised his hand, and the look he gave us was still as fierce as a wolf!" Yang Bicheng continued. "He must still have a gun in his hand."

"Damn it, I don't believe it!" As if to prove that the new recruit was just out of hatred, Wang Changshou jumped into the pond and dragged the Japanese soldier, who was only trembling and about to die, to the shore.

The rank on the collar of the Japanese soldier had been torn off, so it was impossible to know whether he was a private or a corporal, but the moment he turned his body over, Wang Changshou's eyes widened.

On the front waist belt of the Japanese soldier, there was a Type 14 Nambu pistol with the safety on. If he had relaxed his vigilance a little before, when the Japanese soldier, who he thought had completely given up resistance, drew his gun and turned around, it might be him and Yang Bicheng lying here.

"The Japanese are all crazy!" Wang Changshou sighed.

"Cheng Waer, you are right!" Wang Changshou was straightforward and directly admitted the mistake he made because of his kindness.

Although he participated in the civil war in Sichuan Province and experienced the bloody Songhu battlefield, Wang Changshou was essentially a simple Chinese farmer. They were influenced by Chinese traditional culture and were kind and tolerant in their bones.

Like many soldiers of the same background as him, he had not yet realized what kind of war this was. This was an unsolvable war in which one nation needed to obtain a better place to live and the other nation had to protect its own place to live.

Both nations have their own reasons for fighting. Kindness and tolerance can only become poison on such a battlefield.

The so-called brilliance of human nature can exist, but it must not be placed on a robber who killed your brothers and sisters.

The Chinese nation has thrived on this land for thousands of years. What did it rely on? Is it poetry, books and etiquette? No, it was the toughness of the Han Dynasty that exhausted the country's destiny for a hundred years to drive the Huns away thousands of miles, the integrity of 100,000 scholars on Yashan Mountain who threw themselves into the sea, and the backbone of the Ming Dynasty's "The emperor guards the country's gates, and the king dies for the country".

If you want to fight, I will fight! That's all.

Perhaps Wang Changshou and others did not understand these principles at this time, but the battlefield was their best classroom, giving them a vivid lesson.

Tang Dao grew up on the battlefield and learned how to be a better commander. His soldiers also grew up.

The growing veterans and recruits didn't know that the young Japanese soldier they killed was the third person in the infantry squadron and the captain of the second infantry squad. Although he looked young, he had graduated from the NCO school two years ago and was one of the most core officers in the infantry squadron.

More importantly, his identity was extraordinary, and it would be strange if he could surrender to the two of them.

In the end, less than ten Japanese soldiers in this unit escaped and returned to the Japanese garrison.

That was thanks to their infantry battalion coming over, but even so, the second group of the special operations team that issued a warning signal to Tang Dao and others also fired three consecutive shots at 300 meters away in front of the more than 600 Japanese soldiers who came in a menacing manner, knocking down the three "shit-yellow" figures who were running ecstatically under the light of the flares.

"That was the darkest moment since I joined the army. Three imperial infantrymen were killed by Chinese ambushed snipers just 50 meters away from my reinforcements! And our army was powerless!" Captain Kei Ikeda, then deputy commander of the 2nd Infantry Battalion of the 23rd Infantry Regiment of the 36th Infantry Brigade, recorded his feelings at that moment in his marching diary with great sadness.

They were no longer reinforcements, but a corpse collection team.

Along the way, there were corpses of the battalion, and after collection, there were more than 60 bodies.

When they arrived at the battlefield where they fought with the Tangdao Second Company, although they had already prepared themselves mentally, they were still dumbfounded.

Including their battalion commander, Major Morita Shinji, more than 120 Japanese infantrymen died on the battlefield. Together with the previous infantry squadron, which was reinforced by nearly 20 people, it was almost wiped out.

And this is not the final outcome. The infantry squadron besieged by Lei Xiong and Leng Feng had a casualty rate of 60% in just 40 minutes. If the infantry battalion had arrived 20 minutes later, they would probably have been wiped out.

That was mainly because Lei Xiong and Leng Feng were reluctant to waste their troops on this battlefield where they had already completely gained an advantage. If they were more ruthless and cold-blooded and willing to pay the casualties of an infantry platoon, the Japanese troops in this unit would probably have collapsed earlier than the Japanese troops on the battlefield of Tang Dao.

But that was obviously not what Tang Dao wanted to see.

Of course, compared to the three infantry companies that destroyed more than 300 of the 400 Japanese troops, the artillery company, the fire support company, and the baggage company, which were originally the auxiliary troops at the back, had the No. 1 record.

The three squadrons that ran headlong into the firepower network set up by Captain Tietou had almost no decent resistance and were pressed to the ground and rubbed repeatedly.

The poor Sanben Squadron had to face the bombardment of two infantry guns, six 82-caliber mortars, and ten 150-caliber mortars.

After two rounds of covering attacks by eighteen artillery pieces, even the most elite infantry would be confused.

The Sanben Squadron, which was killed by half, wanted to run, but there were three machine guns and six heavy machine guns waiting for them in the rear.

There was no need to use machine guns to annihilate them, just block the way they wanted to escape faster, and the Sanben Squadron would be dead.

The two baggage platoons of the baggage company who had almost run out of breath before rushing to the battlefield only fired two shots on average, and the battle was over.

Tietou's Sanben Squadron completed a feat, and the whole army was defeated!

An infantry squadron of nearly 200 people, in a small battle with only more than a thousand people on both sides, did not even leave a breath. This may also be an extremely rare scene on the Sino-Japanese battlefield.

By dawn, Colonel Masanori Tanigawa, who received the news, almost fainted.

He didn't even see the shadow of the opponent's defense line, and was stripped of his underwear halfway.

Could there be a more miserable night raid than this? ...

PS: I had various meetings during the day today, and I didn't have time to finish the second chapter until after class in the afternoon. Please forgive me for the late update! Yesterday I said a few words, and many book friends expressed their opinions. Fengyue will definitely correct it, and I hope that book friends will continue to support Fengyue.

In addition, I continue to recommend the new book "Rising from the Immortal Number" by my friend 'Doubao Y', a military author. Book friends who like the drama can go and support it.