Rise From Eight Hundred

The Jing'an Army had enough combat experience.

They soon felt the weakness of the firepower of the counterattack on the Chinese position. The hand-cranked alarm in the rear sounded a long and piercing sound, which was the order from the commander of the front line to strengthen the attack.

The dark Jing'an Army infantry used their hands and feet to crawl forward.

The ten submachine guns on the Chinese position that had been silent for half a day began to fire wildly at the same time, slowing down the forward speed of the Jing'an Army infantry who were ready to move.

After dozens of casualties from this continuous-fire firearm, even if the Jing'an Army infantry was eager to make merit, few people were willing to fight against the rain of bullets.

Moreover, the current situation is that they are about to attack the opponent's position. It is obviously a bit stupid to play with life at this time. It is better to be steady and reliable.

A few minutes later, the soldiers who covered the last infantry squad withdrew to the second-line position through the communication trench, and the ten submachine guns also stopped firing.

There is no other way. It is very exciting and fun to fight like this, but the amount of bullets consumed is also huge. In just half an hour of fighting, the 9mm submachine gun bullets consumed on the high ground reached 3,000 rounds, and each submachine gun fired an average of 300 rounds. This was a campaign-level bullet consumption in the past. .

Not to mention that the commander Wei Donglai's eyes were bloodshot when he saw the ammunition consumption, even the veterans holding submachine guns felt distressed every time they pulled the trigger.

Without the continuous output of submachine guns to suppress firepower, the Jing'an Army, which had rushed to the front line 30 meters away, began to change from crawling to bending and jogging.

Most of the Jing'an Army were locals in Northeast China, and only some squad leaders were Japanese who came to Northeast China to pan for gold from Japan. They were generally tall and long-legged, and their charging speed was definitely higher than that of the regular Japanese army. At most, they rushed into the position in seven or eight seconds.

Long Type 38 rifles were already equipped with shining bayonets. A group of burly men shouted wildly and encouraged themselves to rush to the position, waiting for the imagined hand-to-hand combat between the Sichuan Army and them, but they were dumbfounded to find that the trench in front of them was empty.

The Sichuan Army ran away!

It left behind a trench with relatively complete functions and high defense.

How could it not be high? Most of the Jing'an Army were over 1.7 meters tall, but they couldn't even show their heads in this trench. I don't know what those Sichuan people who were ten centimeters shorter than them thought, and they spent so much effort to dig such a deep trench.

There was no time for them to think about the reason. More than 30 meters away, the sound of gunfire like popping beans rang out, and the Jing'an Army hurriedly jumped into the trench. Those who reacted slowly were either knocked down by rifle bullets or swept down by the continuous fire of five crazy Czech light machine guns.

The machine gunners and grenade throwers of the Jing'an Army in the rear of course desperately launched a counter-suppression to cover their infantry to quickly enter the occupied trenches.

The trenches were not only deep enough, but also clean enough. Apart from the large amount of bloodstains indicating their casualties to the Sichuan Army here, there were no other supplies left.

Obviously, this was not a hasty escape because of defeat, but an organized retreat.

Lieutenant Momotaro took a breath.

Yes, Lieutenant Momotaro, who has the same name as the protagonist of the traditional Japanese story, is a legend among the Japanese ronin in the Northeast.

Momotaro, who was despised by the whole village for stealing chickens and dogs in Japan, is exactly the legendary village swindler in the future world.

Such people, not to mention being single in China, are the same in Japan.

In the end, the village swindler who was despised by even his parents decided to come to the Northeast to pan for gold, and he was determined not to return until he returned home with glory.

The Japanese villager who had no sense of pride as a citizen of the Japanese Empire succeeded. Not only did he infiltrate the Jing'an Army, a first-class and powerful army serving Manchukuo, but he also took the initiative to lower his status and mingle with the senior officers of the Jing'an Army, and finally became a lieutenant company commander of the infantry.

In just three years, he went from being a villager who was abandoned by everyone to an officer with military pay. He was even personally received by the highest official in Manchukuo, Mr. Takebe Rokuzo, because he promoted the friendship between Japan and Manchukuo.

This is not the only one among the large number of Japanese ronin groups in Manchukuo and the three northeastern provinces who make profits by bullying the Chinese! He is definitely an outstanding figure.

Momotaro also suffered in the boot camp, otherwise he would not have been quickly promoted to the position of lieutenant company commander. Seeing this situation, he admired the commanders who ordered them to switch from attack to defense and stand their ground and wait for fire support.

Momotaro certainly knew how difficult it would be for pure infantry to attack a stubborn enemy that had retreated in an orderly manner and regained the advantage of fortifications. He could not afford to lose any more soldiers.

Looking back at the khaki figures lying on the road ahead and no longer moving, the former Japanese villager almost burst into tears.

His infantry company had suffered heavy losses in the battle of Jiepai Village, and after the previous battle, only half of them were left, and they were all veterans who had experienced hundreds of battles! Even if they were fully replenished, their combat effectiveness would not be the same as before.

It's not that he, a Japanese, had a deep relationship with these Chinese people, but you have to understand the positive heart of a villager who had been single for more than 20 years and was despised by all the village girls.

He not only wanted to be a company commander, but also a battalion commander and a regiment commander. In the end, he might be able to use this as a springboard to join the imperial army and become a lieutenant or even a general.

His dream was that when he returned home, all the uncles and aunts with daughters in the village would trample through the threshold of his house with gifts.

'Mr. Momotaro is now rich! ’This is the label that Japanese villager Ryouko hopes to have.

To put it bluntly, whether in China or Japan, the dreams of young people at the bottom of the society are similar, hoping to gain recognition from those who once looked down on them.

And the infantry company under his command, which was the source of his rising military pay, was almost wiped out.

"Damn Chinese, I, Momotaro, will dig out all your hearts and make them food for Daqing." Momotaro looked up at another Chinese position a few dozen meters away and swore with gritted teeth.

Daqing was a wolf-blue dog he raised. Whenever he caught a deserter or a rebel, there would always be fresh meat, and human hearts were its favorite.

But obviously, Lieutenant Momotaro, who looked up and fierce, did not realize at this moment that the trench in front of him was a little too deep for him.

Of course, it might also be because he was too short.

Momotaro, who was only 1.58 meters tall, probably saw many objects as tall versions, so he casually ignored the trench in front of him that was already 2 meters deep.

That was one of the greatest achievements of thousands of soldiers and civilians who worked hard for more than 30 hours. In order to complete this massive amount of work within a limited time, the soldiers who were ordered by Tang Dao even used explosives to blast.

The massive amount of earth excavated was not wasted. They searched the entire Guangde County, collected all the cloth and sewed it into coarse cloth bags, put the soil in them, and formed a large number of earthen sandbags for the construction of fortifications on the rocks that could not be excavated.

Perhaps the only thing that the officers and soldiers could not understand was that Tang Dao ordered all the sandbags installed in the trenches to be placed in the direction facing their second-line positions, and all the extra sandbags were required to be piled to the rear.

Perhaps, that was because they were afraid that the Japanese grenade would explode in the rear, and it could also provide protection for the trenches!

Most of the officers and soldiers thought so. Anyway, there was enough earth excavated, and there was no shortage of fortifications such as sandbags, which were simple but could protect against bullets and shell fragments.

At this moment, seeing the tall Jing'an Army trying to put their guns on the trenches, but only seeing their arms and small hands but not their heads, most people understood the commander's meaning to some extent.

This makes it difficult for the second devils to shoot!

If they want to see the other side, they have to jump or move sandbags to pad their feet, otherwise, forget it.

"Damn it, the Chinese who are afraid of death dug the trench so deep!" After issuing the defense task, Lieutenant Momotaro couldn't help but complain angrily.

He wanted to quietly observe the Chinese defense line retreating to the second line of defense, so he had to quietly drag two sandbags to pad his feet, no, maybe three.

Fortunately, no one noticed his embarrassment.

Because almost everyone was busy moving sandbags to pad their feet.

Of course, it's not that no one tried to challenge the depth of the trench because they didn't admit their height disadvantage. A sergeant squad leader who has always been fierce and joined the army for only one year in the same county as Momotaro is similar in height to Lieutenant Momotaro, which is also a point that Momotaro likes deeply.

He is short but tall in heart, and strong in body. With his strong leg strength, this Japanese squad leader kicked his feet and rubbed to the edge of the trench.

In other words, he used too much strength and his head popped too high.