Rise From Eight Hundred

However, the course of the battle was completely different from what the Japanese imagined.

After the reinforced platoon that attacked the east of Guangde City destroyed some supplies, the Japanese baggage train was still resisting stubbornly. They did not seek credit. After receiving the retreat signal from Tang Dao, they immediately left the battlefield and moved to the mountainous area...

The artillery position was even faster. Five minutes before the arrival of the two Japanese infantry battalions, all the members evacuated, so that several artillery pieces did not have time to be completely blasted.

There was even a 105 howitzer that was intact.

This made the Japanese infantry battalion commander who led the team to the devastated scene a little excited for a moment, thinking that it was because he urged his subordinates to run wildly that the Chinese did not have enough time, so that several imperial heavy weapons were protected.

But obviously, the 18th Division, which was responsible for cleaning up the mess for the Sixth Heavy Artillery Brigade, did not inform them of the Chinese's "cunningness" in time.

"Quickly, rescue the artillery, search the battlefield, and check the damage." The Japanese major standing outside the artillery position issued a military order very promptly. "If there are still usable artillery pieces, report to Mr. Kunisaki immediately."

For this Japanese major, artillery is far more useful than the lives of the Chinese.

Because Chinese lives are worthless, his life is very valuable. Without the assistance of artillery, the daytime attack war will have to rely on human lives. He does not want to be the second major in the list of casualties.

Besides, as long as a few artillery pieces are rescued, no matter how many Chinese he can kill, this great achievement is destined.

As a major-level officer, he thought so, and his squadron leaders and team leaders who were more likely to be cannon fodder certainly thought so.

So, the Japanese ran so fast that they even felt that the light of the flashlight was not enough, and they were not afraid of wasting and fired flares into the sky, illuminating part of the artillery position into the daytime.

They still don't understand the Chinese too well.

There is a Chinese saying: Pie in the sky is either a big pit or a trap!

So, the Japanese infantry who wanted to help the artillery that was pushed to the ground excitedly suffered from their own artillery shells.

However, it was not from the sky, but from the ground.

The few artillery pieces that Tang Dao deliberately left behind were surrounded by trip mines made of fishing lines.

However, these mines were a little bit larger, and were made of boxes of mountain artillery shells. The detonator was naturally the most commonly used hand grenades by Chinese soldiers.

The energy caused by the explosion of three hand grenades was enough to completely detonate more than a dozen shells.

Not to mention that the cowhide boots of the excited Japanese infantry had no feeling for the thin fishing line, even if they felt something was wrong, five or six seconds would not be enough for them to run a hundred meters away, and there was also a giant steel beast on the shell!

How fierce it was that more than a dozen shells exploded at the same time, I am afraid that very few soldiers could describe it in words.

Because those who saw it with their own eyes were basically dead.

It was like a volcanic eruption. After a ball of orange-red fire flashed by, the huge barrel of the 105 howitzer weighing two or three tons was thrown five or six meters high in the air, and steel fragments flew everywhere.

Not to mention the Japanese soldiers standing within 30 meters of the howitzer, even those who were still 100 meters away were beaten to pieces by these flying steel fragments.

That's not all. Some shells did not explode on the spot, but were blown away by the explosive energy for dozens of meters before exploding, just like the firecrackers set off during the Chinese New Year, and they were flying around. A small team of Japanese soldiers was still more than 200 meters away from the center of the explosion, but a shell that flew far enough flew into the queue and exploded. The entire team disappeared instantly, leaving only a piece of charred land.

However, a 6.5-kilogram mountain artillery shell, just one, caused such a large number of casualties. It may be regarded as the most powerful 75-caliber shell since the Sino-Japanese War.

Just this wave of explosions, a Japanese squad has basically become a number, and the broken flesh on the ground fully proves the strength of the Japanese shells.

But this is just the beginning of the tragedy.

There are also serial explosions.

Yes, the explosion set by Tang Dao this time was a chain mine.

At least 300 shells were left on the Japanese artillery position, so he couldn't waste them.

Trip mines were set around each seemingly intact artillery. As long as one of them was kicked by the Japanese to cause an explosion, a small mechanism would pull the grenade fuse in the other places when they were violently shaken, and all of them would explode.

In order to welcome the reinforcements from the Japanese, Tang Dao left more than 60 shells under the remaining guns.

If it was just a volcanic eruption at the beginning, then the chain explosions caused later could be called a volcanic group.

For a while, shells flew everywhere on the position, and the thick smoke stimulated people to open their eyes.

Perhaps the eyes of the Japanese major who was standing in front of the truck to issue military orders were wide open, and he was reluctant to close them for a long time.

The almost sluggish Japanese Army Major might not understand that he just wanted to rescue the artillery. Is this wrong?

But how did it become like this?

The ending has proved that he was wrong.

Not only did he fail to salvage the artillery, he didn't fire a single shot, and he lost a lot of people under his command, and there were many more names on the list of casualties.

Two infantry squads were gone just like that.

The Japanese Army Major who stayed 200 meters in front of the artillery position was like a protagonist, standing there all the time, but he was not hurt in this series of explosions.

That is, he had internal injuries and wanted to vomit blood!

It wasn't caused by the air wave, it was just, he was holding it in.

Because of his own stupidity.

"Baga, the whole army is chasing, catch up with the Chinese, I will kill them!" The Japanese major stared at the smoke-filled position with his big round eyes and roared at the top of his lungs.

As if this was not enough to reflect his anger, the Japanese Army major, wearing white gloves and a helmet on his head, drew out his command knife with a dignified manner, held it in his hand, and strode forward into the position.

This violated the provisions of the "Infantry Drill Manual" that commanders should not easily set foot on the front line, but it was in line with the martial spirit within the Japanese army.

Especially at this time when morale was low due to the Chinese bombing attack, the Japanese major took action to do what he should do most as a commander.

This may be the second decision he made tonight, and the second wrong decision.

Making mistakes on the battlefield is the price of death.

Not only were his white gloves too conspicuous, but the command knife in his hand was too bright against the firelight.

The bright knife light made it difficult for Tang Dao, who was staying in the mountains 500 meters away and observing the battlefield with a scope, not to notice it.

Without hesitation, he fired his gun and turned away without even looking at his results.

On the artillery position, a Japanese Army Major was lying on his back, his eyes wide open, staring at the sky.

On his head, there was a round hole in the middle of his helmet with a yellow five-pointed star, which was about the same size as his eyeballs.

Blood was pouring out of the helmet.

A shot hit him right in the middle of his eyebrows!

The Japanese Army Major no longer had to be angry or unbelievable, or worry about whether there were any artillery problems.

Because he had become the second Army Major to die in the Battle of Mouse Mountain in the Kunisaki Detachment.

Kunisaki, who received the news, vomited another mouthful of blood!

Takeuchi Yunshan couldn't help but feel a little happy again, and couldn't help but think of the story of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms in China.

It seems that Zhou Yu was vomiting to death. His Excellency Kunisaki seems to be older than Zhou Lang!