Rise From Eight Hundred

Yes, in addition to the killer weapon "unconscientious cannon", Tang Dao also specially prepared secret weapons for the infantry.

Incendiary bombs!

Of course, this hastily completed work with little technical content, mainly made of gasoline, rubber and white phosphorus, is more like a Molotov cocktail than a Molotov cocktail.

This Molotov cocktail, which was originally used in the Songjiang street fighting, was brought to the field battlefield by Tang Dao at the risk of risk, mainly because of the geographical advantage.

When Tang Dao checked the terrain around the river valley, he had already determined that the Japanese army, because of its large number of troops, would never walk into the river valley like herding sheep, and there must be Japanese troops outside the river valley.

The river valley is too wide, and the Molotov cocktail ignited by a fire wick is not suitable. If it is not handled properly, it may cause an explosion due to the counterattack of Japanese artillery or grenade launchers, which will trap itself.

Therefore, the troops on the edge of the river valley were not equipped with this thing, and only Zhao Daqiang's fourth company was equipped because of the terrain of their battlefield, and each soldier carried one on average.

This thing is very simple to use. Use a match to light the cotton twist hanging from the mouth of the bottle, and then throw it out with all your strength...

The distribution area of ​​the gasoline particles splashed after the smashing determines the killing radius of the Molotov cocktail.

Tang Dao specially took the company, platoon, and squad leaders to conduct experiments in the valley. The maximum killing radius of a Molotov cocktail thrown out can reach 3 meters, and the minimum is 1 meter.

The killing radius is not small, and the power is even more amazing.

A tree as thick as an adult's waist was hit by the Molotov cocktails thrown out by two sergeants one after another. The whole tree fell into a raging fire and was eventually burned alive. And a bare three or four-meter-high stone was hit by several Molotov cocktails, and the flames lasted for nearly 10 minutes. The stone that existed tens of millions of years ago was burned by these terrible flames.

So, when he saw the Japanese army attacking so desperately.

"Burn them back for me!" Zhao Daqiang was furious.

Since you are not afraid of bullets or grenades, let's see if you are afraid of fire!

Risuo Ozawa, the captain of the 3rd Squadron of the 4th Battalion, witnessed such a tragedy.

Lieutenant Sorai of the 1st Squadron, the most courageous of his 1st Squadron, was a famous karate master in Japan. He once killed two Chinese with his bare hands on the battlefield without a rifle.

Risuo Ozawa still remembers the incredible look on the face of a 1.8-meter-tall strong man in the famous Chinese broadsword army he met in northern China. His broadsword was wielded vigorously, but was dodged by Lieutenant Sorai and his flexible steps. He took the opportunity to find his flaw, sneaked in, and smashed his Adam's apple with a hand knife.

The Chinese strong man holding the broadsword had an army lieutenant in the collar badge, which should be a company commander. After being killed by Lieutenant Sorai, the morale of the Chinese soldiers who were fighting with them plummeted. In the end, more than 100 people died in the battle, and only a dozen people escaped.

But such a master was killed by a simple smoking glass bottle thrown from the mountain.

Ozawa Risuo saw that Lieutenant Cangkongjing had tried his best to dodge on the hillside. His strong legs provided him with unimaginable flexibility. Looking at the entire infantry battalion, the Japanese Army Captain was sure that no one could make a better tactical evasion than him.

But he still died.

Burned to death!

The density of Chinese incendiary bombs is not high, about one every seven or eight meters, but the power is horrifying.

Poor Lieutenant Cangkongjing had already escaped five or six meters away. The fireball with a diameter of two meters that exploded after the incendiary bottle that was only one meter away from him landed did not hurt him at all.

But perhaps because he fled too fast, he unfortunately escaped into the killing area of ​​another incendiary bottle.

The incendiary bottle hit a big rock, and the orange-red flame directly covered an area with a radius of three meters.

The Japanese infantrymen in the area howled miserably, even more miserably than the pigs in the slaughterhouse, including Lieutenant Cangkongjing who just jumped into it.

From Ozawa Risuo's perspective, Lieutenant Cangkongjing was like a moth flying into the fire. He saw the flames blooming, but he still rushed into it regardless, as if this winter was too cold and he urgently needed to warm himself by the fire.

But Ozawa Risuo knew that he was not like that. It was just that the time difference between the two Molotov cocktails one after the other just made Lieutenant Cangkongjing unable to change the tactical evasive action he had already made with all his strength.

If you were just visited by the flames, at most you would be burned to pieces. As long as you roll on the ground desperately and use the crushing to suppress the flames, you may still be able to escape.

But the devil weapons made by the Chinese were so vicious that they were beyond his imagination. Those flames were like maggots on the tarsal bones. No matter how you roll on the ground, they will burn stubbornly and stubbornly, and even burn more and more vigorously.

Poor Lieutenant Cangkong Jing kept rolling and howling under the horrified gaze of his captain, and the flames and black smoke on his body became thicker and thicker.

His strong body made his vitality much stronger than that of ordinary Japanese infantry, but obviously, the pain he endured was also greater, so much so that he even cried and begged his companions to shoot him.

But his subordinates were intimidated by his usual strength, and no one dared to do so.

The final outcome was that he was burned to death.

Even if he died, the fire would not go out.

Even on the hillside where he rolled over, there were still flames burning, sizzling, and pieces of charred land were left.

That was his skin and flesh that was burned off alive.

There was even a strange smell floating in the air, which was far more terrifying than the pungent gunpowder smoke.

That was a terrible weapon from hell developed by the Chinese. The cold Ozawa Risei roared and issued a military order for the entire army to attack the mountain at all costs.

He didn't want to die, didn't want to be forced to jump into a deep ditch and fall into a pool of flesh, didn't want to wait on the mountain road to be blown to pieces by the Chinese grenade, and didn't want to be ignited into a human-shaped candle by that terrible Molotov cocktail.

Who said that the battlefield is without temperature?

At least, the battlefield of the Fourth Company was in full swing.

Hundreds of Molotov cocktails were thrown down the hillside. Although only 20 to 30 Japanese soldiers became fuel for "helping the evil", a lot of grass and trees were ignited.

There were many dry grasses in winter, and it was terrible to be ignited by hundreds of big fires. Not to mention the Japanese infantrymen in it, even the Chinese soldiers on the mountain more than 30 meters away felt the heat wave.

Not only was the helmet hot, but even the hair and eyebrows were bent.

It is said that after the war, the beards of the officers and soldiers of the 4th Company were burned off, and even eyebrows were left, so that the 4th Company was nicknamed the "No Eyebrow Company".

Zhao Daqiang was very happy with this title. Does it mean that he will no longer be so unlucky in the future? Although it was not fatal that a piece of meat of three taels was cut off from his buttocks by the shell skin, he had not sat for more than half a month, and even slept on his stomach. However, he was often joked by the old soldier Li Jiujin, saying that he dreamed of his wife.

The officers and soldiers of the 4th Company on the mountain were almost bald by the scorching heat wave, not to mention the Japanese soldiers who were still struggling to survive on the hillside and the mountain road.

Ozawa Risou's little brain was spinning as fast as his colonel commander at this time. Although the front army hundreds of meters away could not get the situation because of the mountain, judging from the loud noise coming from there, they must have also encountered a terrible attack. I guess it can't be relied on.

Now the only one who can save himself is himself.

But charging is really unrealistic.

Although the Chinese seem to have a wide front line, there is a submachine gun with two Mauser pistols every few dozen meters, plus a light machine gun, and the rain of bullets will not give the Japanese infantry who are being roasted on the hillside any chance.

The faster Ozawa Risou's brain turned, the more he wanted to cry.

He had an infantry squadron and a baggage team of nearly 300 people, but the firepower was not as fierce as the Chinese.

The 38-type rifles in their hands, which used to look invincible and had bayonets up to 1.7 meters long, were as ridiculous as fire sticks in front of the submachine guns equipped in large quantities by the Chinese.

In fact, they were not as good as fire sticks.

At least, fire sticks would not hinder their running.

When the two armies fought hand-to-hand, the 38-type rifles over 1.7 meters long were like spears, which were very powerful, but in this mountain forest, it really affected the operation too much.

Just when I wanted to jump behind a tree to avoid the terrible bullets of the Chinese, the gun was too long and got caught by the branches.

On the battlefield, life and death can be decided in a split second.

The Japanese infantrymen who used to have a good life would never discard their weapons easily. The two seconds of desperately pulling were enough for him to be hit by all kinds of bullets.

But it must be said that the Japanese army is really an opponent that cannot be underestimated.

There are flying bullets and sometimes falling grenades, plus the burning grass and wood ignited by Molotov cocktails. In such a bad situation, the Japanese army did not collapse.

They are still fighting.

Even many officers and soldiers of the 4th Company who have fought against the Japanese army many times are shocked. If they are allowed to fight on an equal footing, most of them will be defeated!

These Japanese troops are much more difficult to deal with than the 6th Division or the 18th Division they are facing.

The 5th Division from North China almost represents the top combat power of the Japanese army.

The Tang Dao and the Independent Battalion are chewing on such a hard bone.