Rise From Eight Hundred

"The Signal Corps, in the name of the Guard Company Commander and myself, informs the commanders at the headquarters as follows:

We have 112 combat-ready soldiers and 53 seriously wounded soldiers on Highland No. 3. However, all the officers and soldiers are determined to serve the country with their lives. As long as one person is present, they will never let an enemy invader set foot on the high ground.

In addition, please ask the headquarters to help our department contact the artillery company, and ask them to provide artillery support to our mountaintop position when our department fires the red signal flare. No, rather artillery coverage.

Please, all the officers in the headquarters, please agree to our department’s only request! "

Seven hundred meters away.

The bright moon in Tantai could not hide her sobs.

Tang Dao, who was holding the phone, had wet eyes and didn't put down the phone for a long time.

The two Sichuan Army companies on Highland 3 were by no means the most powerful troops he had ever encountered in this era, whether it was the 400 infantry battalion guarding the four lines alone, or the more than a thousand troops he led in Songjiang Cangcheng, or the The independent battalion of the 43rd Army he reorganized is much better than them in terms of combat effectiveness...:.

If it were those armies, the Jingan Army and the Japanese Army would have no problem holding on for a day no matter how wildly they bombed them or how turbulent they were.

But they were one of the most tenacious soldiers that Tang Dao had encountered in this era. Perhaps they could only be compared to the infantry with only one person left on the Guqiu position.

Because they were also prepared for the entire army to die in battle.

Their last request was just to allow the artillery company to bombard the hilltop position at the most critical moment.

The top of the mountain should be their last line of defense.

It was hardly a request for backup, but like the real-life hero in a Future Republic movie, roaring into the walkie-talkie: "Shoot me, shoot me!"

Tang Dao was in rare silence.

Even as determined as he was, there was still some hesitation.

Looking at the high ground shrouded in firelight in the distance, his face turned iron.

No one wants to kill their comrades, but when a choice must be made, commander Tang Dao must bear his own responsibilities, even if he knows that even if no one condemns him, he will live in the shadows.

It is difficult to choose to die on your own, but it is even harder to choose to send your brother to hell with your own hands.

Guo Shouzhi, who was in charge of the left-behind headquarters, also looked at Tang Dao with some worry.

He heard the request from Cai Yongguan, the current first commander of Highland 3, relayed by the No. 3 Highland Signal Corps on the phone.

Cai Yongguan is brave, but he is also cruel.

He left this cruel decision to his commander.

If Tang Dao had personally ordered the artillery fire to send these two brothers from the Sichuan Army infantry company into the sky, perhaps he would live in the shadow of killing his comrades with his own hands for the rest of his life.

Can this young commander who is ruthlessly killing the enemy put his ruthlessness on his comrades?

Undoubtedly, this is a more difficult decision than facing one's own life and death.

"Batalion Commander, if that time comes, I will give the order! After the war, I will resign as deputy battalion commander!" Guo Shouzhi lowered his head and thought for a long time, and finally raised his head and said seriously.

Becoming a general was Guo Shouzhi's biggest dream, but at some point, Guo Shouzhi began to feel that there were more important things in the world than that.

For example, protect your comrade Baoze.

Tang Dao, the commander who was nearly ten years younger than him, was his commander. He, the big brother, and his subordinates wanted to protect him and didn't want him to live in the kind of shadow that could torture people crazy.

Let him bear this kind of sin!

"Lao Guo, thank you for your kindness!" Tang Dao gently put down the phone in his hand and shook his head in rejection.

Gu/span\u003e turned his body slightly and turned his gaze again to the distant mountains filled with smoke.

His eyes were as cold as a knife!

"People say that loyal bones are buried everywhere in Qingshan. The Feng Shui here is very good. I think it is very suitable to be a tomb for us patriots. There are so many little devils to bury us with us. What else do you think we are dissatisfied with?" Woolen cloth!"

"Sir," this was the first time Guo Shouzhi heard a conversation about Tang Daosheng's determination to die, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

It's not that he is afraid of death, but he feels that Tang Dao should not and cannot die here. If Tang Dao is given enough time, Tang Dao may have a chance to kill more Japanese.

"Lao Guo, listen to me, it's not that the brothers and Tang Dao want to die, but that the Japanese don't want to give us a way to live. Along the way, we have been retreating, and they have been pressing forward step by step. The farther we retreat, They are getting closer." Tang Dao's eyes lit up slightly.

"I remember I told you that the Sino-Japanese War will never end overnight. If you want to win, you must trade space for time. But that is the victory of the entire war, and it is not something that little people like us can decide.

Little people like us who only deserve to be recorded in the casualty figures, the only thing that can decide is the battlefield where we are.

If this is the case, then let's stay here and let the Japanese take a good look. If we don't retreat, what will they do?

Does he want a war of attrition? Does he want the lives of hundreds of Sichuan Army brothers on my high ground? Come and get it!

But before that happens, they have to pay a price. Our independent battalion and the Sichuan Army have more than 2,000 lives, and they can't do it unless they give 10,000 lives in exchange. "

Tang Dao's words were like the biting cold wind, as cold as a knife.

"Pass on my order. I need 400 death squads. If our army bombards the top position of Hill No. 3, the death squads will run to Hill No. 3 in infantry platoons. Tell them that this time, I, Tang Dao, will personally serve as the captain of the death squad and will never let the lives of my 300 Sichuan Army brothers on Hill No. 3 flow in vain. They guarded the position with their lives, and we will defend it for them until everyone here dies."

Since Tang Dao came to this era, he has been walking on the edge of the knife with his extraordinary skills and understanding of this era beyond ordinary people. It seems that the risk is very great, but Tang Dao, who is familiar with the historical context, knows that the danger is not great.

He knew the deployment of the Japanese army, so he could escape with a group of subordinates again and again.

Until today, two Sichuan Army companies that should not have died here, with only 280 troops, blocked the successive attacks of thousands of Japanese invaders. After killing hundreds of enemies, their own losses exceeded 50%, but they still chose to hold their positions.

If it were the ice field ten years later, Tang Dao would not be surprised. At that time, China was rising from the ruins. Everyone had the dream of a new life. The concept of defending their hometown had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Therefore, they were willing to sacrifice their lives and fight one after another.

But now, the concept of nation and country is almost vague to these private soldiers who were originally just warlords.

But they are still brave, because of Tang Dao's words and a military order.

With such ancestors, such soldiers, and such comrades, what choice can Tang Dao make?

It's just to die together.

Tang Dao is not only completely integrated into this era, but also a real soldier.

In this era, he found what he wanted to find in his previous life.

Just as he knew that the heavy artillery was terrible, he still chose to rush into the artillery fire and carry the remains of his comrades.

He is a commander, but also a warrior.

A warrior who is not afraid of death, a crazy and calm killer.

Kunisaki Zheng may not have expected that his extremely successful tactics would completely anger his already terrible opponent.

This place is no longer just a place that hurts him.

Rather, it is a place of death.

The Japanese army has only suffered a thousand casualties so far, perhaps, just a fraction of the total. Provide you with the fastest update of Rise from Eight Hundred, Chapter 631 Fury! Free reading. :.