Rise From Eight Hundred

Takeuchi Yunshan's wish was just a little bit away from success.

After daybreak, Major General Kunisaki Shige vomited a big mouthful of blood again. If he added the previous one, it would be at least half a pound...

If another major died, Kunisaki Shige would not be really angry to death.

As a major general of the mixed brigade, he had more than ten majors under him.

Moreover, there were so many captains who wanted to be promoted. Let alone one or two, even if four or five died, there would be many people to fill the gap. It would just be bad for the reputation.

But now, the detachment's biggest reliance - the artillery position - has been taken over by others. What's the reputation?

What really made Kunisaki Shige almost angry to death was the subsequent chase.

His military order was very clear. The two infantry battalions did not need to pursue the enemy relentlessly. They only needed to control the important mountain roads. Once they found the Chinese, they would dispatch troops to encircle them. When daybreak came, the Chinese, who could not possibly carry many heavy weapons, would be trapped in a jar no matter how hard they tried.

But he obviously underestimated human nature.

The deputy captain who replaced him as the acting battalion commander before the battle inherited the will of the captain who had died heroically.

To put it bluntly, he wanted to show his bravery and led 800 troops to pursue them, vowing to kill the Chinese who had caused so many casualties to his own infantry battalion.

All the military orders of the detachment commander, the ancient and modern warnings of not pursuing desperate enemies, and not entering the forest were thrown behind his head.

The still steaming body of the battalion commander of the major had told everyone that the Chinese were only a few hundred meters away at most, and he still had 800 people. Who was he afraid of?

The death squad was indeed afraid at this moment.

There were more than 350 people, more than 30 of them died on the spot during the charge, and more than 20 were seriously wounded. No more than 300 people were still capable of fighting. Moreover, most of the grenades were used up, and all the mortar shells were used up. The 6 mortars that everyone had worked so hard to carry were actually not as lethal as a rolling pin.

If they were caught up by a battalion of Japanese soldiers, no more than one-tenth of the 300 people here would be able to escape.

But if they really wanted to escape, they might not be able to escape.

First of all, it was the terrain factor. They were marching at night in the mountains, and they dared not light torches, but the Japanese soldiers had flashlights in their hands, and their traces could not be erased at all.

The most fatal thing was that they not only carried mortars but also the wounded and the bodies, and their speed was far slower than the pursuers who were rushing behind.

If nothing unexpected happened, the Japanese would catch up in less than half an hour, and the death squad that could not escape could only fight according to the terrain of the mountain.

But this was not the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Tang Dao, as the supreme commander, led ten people to observe the movements of the Japanese pursuers. Li Jiujin, the commander of the second company of the independent battalion, was the second-in-command of the entire death squad, and any situation would be reported to him.

The scout scout, who was one mile ahead of the entire death squad, ran all the way to Li Jiujin: "Report to Captain Li, there are Japanese in front of us! There are many Japanese in the valley where we must pass."

"What?" Li Jiujin's head was buzzing.

The Japanese pursuers were still behind him, how could there be Japanese in the mountains?

Did they predict in advance that the death squad would retreat in this direction? But this is obviously not very scientific. If they had such an ability to predict the enemy in advance, their artillery positions would not be attacked so easily.

"It should be the group of Japanese artillerymen who were scared away. The number will never be less than one thousand, or more." The veteran from the Four-line Camp judged.

Knowing the direction of the Japanese army ahead, it was not easy for Li Jiujin, the temporary commander.

The combat effectiveness of the Japanese artillery was scum, but there were more than a thousand people, not more than a thousand pigs. When they met on a narrow road at such a time, once they fought for their lives, their combat effectiveness could not be ignored.

What is this called? This is called being chased from behind and blocked from the front, which is a dead end.

Li Jiujin looked back at the countless lights twinkling at the foot of the mountain. His face, which had always been somewhat cynical, was full of solemnity. His facial muscles twitched fiercely, and he made a decision instantly.

He stretched out his hand and waved, calling Yang Xiaoshan, who was only three meters away from him, and lowered his voice: "Xiaoshanzi, you lead your platoon to catch up with the front team to be the vanguard. Remember, if you meet that group of Japanese artillery, fire at full power and rush over. After rushing over, don't look back, run for me, and get back to the position even if you are exhausted. You all have to live well for me."

"Yes!" Yang Xiaoshan nodded.

He waved back and rushed forward with his infantry platoon.

However, after walking more than ten meters, Yang Xiaoshan turned back again.

Based on his understanding of Li Jiujin, even if the situation was critical, he would not give him orders in such a tone, and it even sounded like a will.

"What are you doing back here, hurry up and execute the order!" Li Jiujin's eyes widened.

"Old squad leader, we have rushed over, what should you and the commander do? The commander is still behind." Yang Xiaoshan looked down the mountain and asked worriedly.

"You are just a platoon leader, why do you care so much? My commander and I are very lucky, and we don't need you to worry about it." Li Jiujin frowned and growled.

"I" Yang Xiaoshan wanted to say more.

"What's the matter, I can't deal with you as a platoon leader." Li Jiujin raised his hand, but finally fell lightly, patted Yang Xiaoshan on the shoulder, and his voice was much lower: "You are a soldier, execute the order!"

"Old squad leader" Yang Xiaoshan's eyes were filled with tears.

Originally, he was not sure, but now, he is finally sure.

Why did Li Jiujin only let him lead his platoon to be the spearhead? Because he will lead all the remaining people in the second company to block the Japanese pursuers for the whole army.

Although he did not say it clearly, Yang Xiaoshan, who has been with him since he joined the army, knows him too well, just like his old squad leader knows him.

The reason why he said that they all need to live is because the second company needs to be rebuilt, and he and his infantry platoon will be the backbone of the reconstruction.

"Go! Remember, you and your soldiers must live well for me." Li Jiujin waved his hand.

Yang Xiaoshan raised his arm, saluted, turned around and left.

But when he turned around, he was already in tears.

He knew that this farewell might be forever.

The veteran who had been in the army for ten years and was the best at saving his life, this time, chose a trick that would definitely kill him.

The brave man cut off his wrist.

The brave man might be able to survive, but the wrist was determined.

"This silly kid!" Li Jiujin looked at the young platoon leader running fast, his face gentle.

He had already felt a hint of warmth on his hands.

It was his soldiers who scattered it when they turned around.

Perhaps, this was one of the reasons why he made such a decision!

They live, and he dies!

All this is worth it.

However, Yang Xiaoshan's tears were shed in vain.

Because the Tang Dao was back, and Li Jiujin's order was rejected.