Rise From Eight Hundred

The four explosive packets thrown in the first round exploded between the Chinese and Japanese armies.

They were still about ten meters away from the frightened Jing'an Army infantry, but the hot air wave from the explosion had already almost scorched the hearts of the Jing'an Army infantry lying on the ground.

There are many smart people who have already taken advantage of the mountain to roll desperately in an attempt to return to the trenches.

But it was still too late.

The second cast came in just a few seconds.

The power of the eight explosive packets that were thrown out at the same time was more terrifying than Wei Donglai, who was hiding in the trench, imagined. The huge air wave even shook the Chinese soldiers who were more than 30 meters away, unable to stand still in the trench. Not to mention the infantrymen of the Jingan Army who were exposed on the ground and just rushed out seven or eight meters with their guns in hand.

More than twenty people were thrown up high by the air waves and then fell heavily. In the face of the huge energy of the explosives, Amaterasu's glory was really of no use. A bunch of Japanese devils died no more than they did in aerial bombs and bombs. The Chinese killed by artillery shells were slower.

Those lying on the spot were not much better, as they avoided being swept up by the air waves, but the huge explosion either shattered their organs or knocked them unconscious...

The number of Jing'an troops exposed on the ground that could escape the second round of eight explosive charges unscathed would never exceed 150. The nearly two and half-disabled infantry companies that rushed out of the trenches could be declared as one infantry company.

At least 100 people were either killed or injured.

But this is not the end.

Amidst the huge explosion that shocked the entire battlefield and was comparable to a large-scale shelling, eight more explosive packets were thrown out.

This time, the explosive packs were also filled with materials. The smallest one weighed five kilograms, and the heaviest one even exceeded eight kilograms. That was an explosion intensity that could send a permanent machine gun fortress with a concrete thickness of sixty centimeters into the sky.

The soldiers, who had already had two "slingshot shooting" experiences, chose the angle and used all their strength to throw the explosive package farther.

The good luck of the Jingan Army, which was lucky enough to turn around and roll back into the trench, ended here. The Chinese soldiers who shot a high level of "slingshot" were very lucky. The eight explosive bags thrown out were fully half of the explosive bags. Like falling into a trench with eyes.

The air waves caused by the explosion surged along the trenches, scaring Momotaro and his 'warriors' who were already so scared that they would no longer have to be ashamed of their former weakness.

Because dead people will inevitably become incontinent.

Momotaro's mom will definitely regret not getting him a diaper before sending him to China.

In this regard, there is no one who behaves more like a man than the Japanese Murakuzi lying flat on his back outside the trench with his urine and feces pouring out.

Since we are ashamed, we won’t lick our faces and look at the sky.

There was a second lieutenant of the Jing'an Army who stuffed his head between his legs in a particularly weird way, truly fulfilling the saying: he buried his head in his crotch out of shame.

His waist was not soft enough, but was completely broken, broken by the surging air waves.

In the turbulent air waves, the entire top of the mountain was surrounded by smoke, and there was a sense of déjà vu.

The huge explosion silenced the blazing battlefields on the other two highlands.

The fighting will of the more than 200 Jingan Army infantrymen who were lying in front of the position and did not dare to jump into the trench was completely defeated, and they fled downward one after another.

The "Desperate" attack of the Jing'an Army ended up being a mistake in the face of the ferocious face of the God of Death.

This is really a sad story.

This is especially true for Li Shoushan and Takeuchi Yunshan, who personally arrived at the front line trenches hundreds of meters away to celebrate the victory.

The stormy clouds in the field of view of the telescope not only broke their glasses, but also broke their hearts.

Those are five infantry companies! Although they are not satisfied with the number, they are still 500 people. How many people are left in the entire Jingan Army Brigade? Is this half gone?

A so-called major general and a Japanese army colonel were both buzzing at this moment.

In this battle, the five infantry companies invested by the Jing'an Army, totaling 560 people, really suffered half of their battle losses. Takeuchi Yunshan was indeed a colonel-level officer, and there was nothing wrong with his estimate.

Of the 230 people who rushed into the trenches, no more than one infantry platoon, including two lieutenant company commanders, could escape alive.

Of course Momotaro, a village boy who dreamed of coming to China to pan for gold, died.

Originally he still had a chance to live.

The air wave of the explosive package thrown in the second round swept him several meters away, but he was lucky enough to roll into the trench.

Without the third round of explosives ordered by Cai Yongguan, Lieutenant Momotaro, who was just fainting, would still have a 50% chance of survival. It depends on whether his subordinates will take him with them when they escape.

But fate had no chance to test the loyalty of his men.

The air wave from the third round of explosives that fell into the trench swept him up several meters and threw him out of the trench. What was even more unfortunate was that Momotaro, who was just in a coma, happened to land on a rock that was shattered by his own artillery. The broken rock The tip is like an axe.

Momotaro, who landed on his face, was attacked by a rock on the Chinese land that exploded by his own people. The sharp stone blade was directly embedded in Momotaro's face, almost breaking the entire face bone. He was awakened by severe pain. Momotaro's legs and hands twitched violently, and he even instinctively wanted to "pull" his face out of the stone with his hands on the ground.

But obviously, it didn't work out.

The Jingan troops who were running away like crazy didn't seem to see this tragic "face-plucking" operation.

After continuous efforts, Japanese village ryouko fulfilled his dream, his face was pulled out, and his whole body had lost all strength, even the strength to control his bladder.

Momotaro, who had fulfilled his dream, showed a weird smile at the corner of his mouth, lying on his back with a huge and horrifying wound on his face, and his body was already full of feces and urine.

I don’t know if he was still dreaming of returning home in glory at the last moment of his life.

No one knows.

Many low-ranking officers and soldiers like Momotaro, their deaths will eventually become a string of cold numbers, and no one will pay attention to their stories.

This is the truth.

"Baga! Order all artillery, fire, fire, blow them to death! Also, continue to mobilize troops, five infantry companies are not enough, then ten" Takeuchi Yunshan angrily put down the telescope, and the muscles on his face twitched violently and roared.

This scene is simply a naked face-slapping scene, if Li Shoushan hadn't been supporting him before.

"But, Colonel, there are still wounded soldiers up there, they are not dead yet." A major battalion commander of the Jing'an Army with two infantry companies on the battlefield questioned in despair.

"Asshole! Do you think those stupid guys can come back? And will the Chinese let them go? If possible, Major, in the next round of battle, General Li and I would like you to personally command the battlefield, you understand!" Takeuchi Yunshan looked at the major battalion commander who dared to question him with cold eyes, like a beast that chooses people to eat.

Any dog ​​that does not listen to its master is not a good dog.

Everyone at the scene, including Li Shoushan, was silent.

In fact, although Takeuchi Yunshan was cruel enough, he saw one thing very clearly. Since the Chinese can set up a good defense line here, this battle is a situation of life and death.

This is the last line of defense after defending Nanjing. If it is broken, Nanjing, the capital of China, will no longer have a place to defend. The two Japanese armies will completely lock Nanjing like the two big claws of a crab, and hundreds of thousands of Chinese soldiers and civilians will have no way to advance or retreat.

The defenders must defend, and the attackers must attack. Both sides have no way to retreat.

The Japanese army does not want to and cannot let go of a Chinese defender. Similarly, the Chinese will not miss any opportunity to kill the enemy.

The so-called international law that prisoners who have lost their ability to resist should not be tortured is just a joke in such a battle, and no one will abide by it.

In fact, the battle has been going on until now. Even if the commanders of the two armies want to abide by it, they can't. Not only are the officers and soldiers of both sides already blood-thirsty, but the actual situation does not allow it. Who will have extra troops to look after the prisoners?

There is no need for Wei Dong to give orders. The soldiers who entered the battlefield to clean up the battlefield consciously stabbed the enemy's body with bayonets in every field of vision. There is no intention to capture prisoners at all, so they don't care whether the stabbed soldiers are dead or alive.

Now they are an isolated army, and the Japanese have no intention of leaving any survivors. In this case, how could they let you live? The hidden ferocity in the soldiers' bones was naturally released to the maximum.

Tang Dao was returning to Hill No. 2 at this time. He looked through the telescope at his own soldiers still cleaning the battlefield on the exposed battlefield, and immediately ordered Xia Dayu and Erya to fire three red flares each to warn.

That was the highest level of warning signal.

Wei Donglai hurriedly ordered the signalman to blow the trumpet to evacuate.

The soldiers had no time to continue searching. They hurriedly jumped into the trenches and retreated to the trenches on the back of the mountain with the Type 38 rifles left by the Jing'an Army in their field of vision, the melon mines that they had not thrown out in time, the magazines on their waists, and the steel helmets worn by some of the Jing'an Army.

Less than a minute later, the Japanese mountain artillery and infantry artillery bombarded them, and a few minutes later, the 105 howitzer exploded on the top of the mountain.

The battlefield was cleaned up by the Japanese artillery themselves.

The Chinese soldiers learned from their experience.

But for the Jing'an Army that had not yet completely died on the battlefield, it was a real disaster. No matter if they were pretending to be unconscious or really unconscious, they were completely unconscious now, the kind that could not wake up...

PS: Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Fengyue wishes all book friends a happy new year in advance. I will continue to update tomorrow, but I may have to take a day off on New Year's Day because I have to visit relatives and friends.