Rise From Eight Hundred

Home, a fire scene!

His wife, who was not beautiful but gentle, was lying half naked by the gate of the courtyard. His once lively and lovely son, his brain burst, fell to death in the courtyard!

This was the last picture of home that Cheng Da Kui saw when he just came back from the town to buy things.

He was crazy. He picked up a hoe and wanted to chase and fight with the Japanese devils who had left the village, but was stopped by the remaining villagers in the village.

The crazy Cheng Da Kui sat in the yard, accompanying his dead wife and children for three days and nights. He did not eat or drink for three days. He wanted to die and wanted to go to that cold world with his wife and children. He was afraid that they would be scared.

In the end, it was the only old man left in the village who woke him up. The hatred of killing his wife and children was irreconcilable. Not taking revenge and only thinking about death was just a coward's choice.

Cheng Da Kui buried his wife and children, left his hometown, and became a refugee. He wanted to join the army, but because of his thin body and extremely poor dress, even the army would not accept him.

Until he met the Four-Line Regiment and became one of the 500 new recruits.

He was thin and not strong enough, but he held his breath all the time. If others stood at attention for two hours, he would stand for three hours. If they threw grenades for one hour, he would throw them for half an hour.

Active training may not have any effect in a short time, but all his efforts were not in vain. He became one of the 300 new recruits taken to the battlefield.

To be honest, the sudden fierce gunshots and explosions were completely different from the training ground. I don’t know how many new recruits were scared to pee their pants at that moment. No matter how the veteran squad leader screamed, at least half of them were lying in the trenches, trembling and throwing grenades. The distance was only a dozen meters at most. Not only did they not hit the Japanese, but they also blocked the sight of the infantry who were shooting crazily.

Cheng Dagui was also afraid at that moment, afraid that he would be shot like a new soldier not far from him and roll in the trench in pain. But when he saw a Japanese soldier being blown up two or three meters high by a grenade, and even his legs were blown off, the switch in his brain seemed to be turned on.

In a trance, he saw his son who was thrown to death and his wife who was stabbed to death by a bayonet.

He stood up from the trench like crazy, firmly and forcefully pulled the fuse of the grenade that had been unscrewed beside him and threw it out.

He only needed to kill two Japanese devils, and he would avenge his wife and children, and this soldier would not be in vain.

The battlefield is like this, the more afraid you are, the faster you may die!

In less than 40 seconds, the crazy Cheng Dagui threw 10 grenades in one breath, and almost every grenade exploded 35 meters away.

The power of grenades is certainly not comparable to that of mortar shells, but the killing radius is also two or three meters. The reaction of the Japanese infantry is already very fast. After being hit, the Japanese infantry who were not killed or injured quickly left the road and rolled into the grass on both sides of the dirt road. The way of crawling on the ground to reduce the impact area allowed most of them to avoid the fierce rain of bullets, but facing the long-handled grenades that kept falling from the sky, they could only watch helplessly.

Cheng Da Kui saw with his own eyes that the grenades he threw out blew up at least five or six Japanese soldiers and made them jump high. He not only recovered the money for his wife and children, but also earned it.

"Hui! Tian'er! I've avenged you." Cheng Da Kui's tears finally slid down his face.

"Da Kui, good job, this box of grenades belongs to you, keep throwing them to me, I'll ask for your credit after the war!" A hand slapped Cheng Da Kui's shoulder fiercely.

Cheng Da Kui turned his head and saw the old soldier squad leader who was usually stern. His face was covered with gunpowder, his eyes were full of bloodshot, and his voice was almost hoarse.

Before he could nod, a whole box of grenades was carried by two soldiers to Cheng Da Kui's side. The old soldier patted the thin recruit's shoulder and left with a bent waist.

The old soldier was very anxious. He had a squad of 25 recruits and was allocated nearly 300 grenades. However, in nearly a minute, he threw less than 60 grenades, and many of them exploded more than 20 meters away, which had no effect at all. In the post-war summary, he, the squad leader, was to blame.

Fortunately, he did not misjudge the little recruit who usually trained the hardest. Facing the hail of bullets from the Japanese counterattack, he threw 10 grenades by himself, and the distance was very far. Not to mention that he was the best among the 300 recruits, even 90% of the veterans were not as good as him.

If these bastards were all soft eggs, they might as well die here!

"Throw them hard, who dares to cheat and not use the Japanese bullets? I will enforce military law on you now!" The ruthless old soldier held a Mauser pistol and stared with red eyes in the trench of more than 200 meters belonging to the recruits.

Although the recruits were afraid of the bullets of the Japanese army on the opposite side, they were more afraid of the veteran squad leader who was extremely strict on weekdays. They knew that this squad leader always kept his word. He said that enforcing military law was not as simple as saying it verbally.

'Choose the lesser of two evils! ' This principle is the simplest. The recruits can only grit their teeth to encourage themselves and throw grenades forward.

Of course, courage alone cannot stop bullets, and the casualties of the recruits also increase.

This is also a necessary process for recruits to become veterans. It is not to experience the battlefield, but to walk on the edge of death!

No matter how much you say on the training ground, it is not important at this moment.

If you are lucky, you can become a veteran from a recruit. If you are unlucky, you will always be a recruit!

This is just a tiny microcosm of the battlefield, where bravery and cowardice, survival and death are displayed vividly!

If the new recruits of the Four-Line Regiment were still struggling between bravery and cowardice, and the grenades they were required to throw were far from their expectations, then the veterans were completely different. They were extremely determined to execute the orders of Tang Tuanzuo.

Before the battle, all 7 infantry companies and guard companies were equipped with continuous firearms. 300 automatic rifles, 340 submachine guns, and 600 Mauser pistols were fully distributed to each infantryman. The requirement for them was to drown the Japanese with bullets within 10 minutes.

Not counting light and heavy machine guns, the 1,250 infantrymen alone carried nearly 150,000 rounds of ammunition. This level of ammunition consumption was enough for an infantry brigade to fight for a whole day in the past, but this time, Tang Tuanzuo's order was to shoot them all out within an hour at the latest. If they still couldn't handle it, they would do it again.

In order to implement Tang Tuanzuo's intention of firepower coverage, the baggage company responsible for staying in front of the Yellow River Bridge used packhorse carts to transport two trips overnight. There were 400,000 rounds of various bullets, and all kinds of artillery shells were emptied.

Tang Tuanzuo was not such a prodigal son. Perhaps he was irritated by the fat man chasing him closely. Not to mention moving out the ammunition he had just replenished from the secret arsenal of the Northeast Army, he even used the ammunition he planned to give to the 22nd Army and the 129th Division.

Looking at the posture, Chief of Staff Zhuang had the illusion that Tang Tuanzuo was going to use up all the ammunition in one battle, so that the whole regiment could run away lightly.

He was right to think so. Tang Dao also felt that the Four-Line Regiment was carrying too much weight. If the 14th Division chased like a mad dog, the ammunition that was transported with great effort might become the Japanese, and the personnel of the Four-Line Regiment would also suffer great losses. It would be better to put it all on the Japanese.

The battle against the 2nd Infantry Regiment was actually based on this strategic guiding ideology.

Tang Dao's decision was not a big deal. The two infantry battalions of the 2nd Infantry Regiment in the encirclement were really unlucky.

On the 1,500-meter-long front, there were up to 20,000 bullets flying almost every minute. The infantry fired an average of 10 bullets per minute. What about the total of nearly 100 light and heavy machine guns?

If it is condensed, it means that there will be more than 10 bullets flying in a one-meter space. Anyone who dares to look up may be torn to pieces by the crazy bullet flow.

In the first ten seconds, the Japanese army suffered at least 500 casualties under the tearing of this crazy metal bullet flow. The remaining Japanese infantrymen who lay in the bushes did not have much chance to fight back. Most of them were pressed tightly in the bushes and could not even raise their heads.

The Japanese infantrymen were completely confused for at least one minute.

As soldiers of the 14th Division, they were not panicked by being ambushed by the Chinese, but by the terrible firepower intensity of the Chinese.

In fact, such a density of firepower, not to mention that they had never experienced it before, was extremely rare even on the battlefield of Germany and the Russian bear, which was about to break out, in terms of bullets, at the same scale.

But that was just the initial mentality.

The mood of the Japanese infantry can basically be divided into four stages: confusion, waiting, pain, and despair!

After the Japanese infantry woke up from the confusion, they might not have no fluke mentality. The Chinese should be the legendary Cheng Yaojin's three axes. Looking at the whole of Asia, no army can continue with this kind of firepower consumption. Perhaps they will not be able to continue after waiting for a while.

So, they waited, but what they waited for was that the firepower continued, and countless grenades were falling.

Some of those things exploded when they landed, and some waited for a few seconds before exploding. Moreover, the distance was far and some was close, and there was no regularity at all. No matter where you were, there was a chance of being bombed.

All battlefield avoidance tactics are useless in front of this thing.

If you want to live, you can only rely on luck!

A Japanese veteran who could easily kill ten people in a field battle could only watch the smoking grenade fall one meter to his side, then explode, and then he was blown several meters away by the air wave!

That feeling of powerlessness is really too painful.

It's not that no veterans launched a counterattack. At least dozens of Japanese veterans pressed their bodies against the ground, only seeing the dark blue shadow with the corner of their eyes, and then fired and hit the target!

But soon, they will be suppressed by more violent bullets, either being hit by bullets or losing their lives because of the subsequent grenade fragments.

According to statistics, within three minutes of the start of the war, more than half of the 1,800 Japanese infantry battalions were killed in battle. Among the 900 people, about one-third died from bullet penetration, but two-thirds died from grenade fragments.

Tang Daoding's tactics of fire suppression and grenade killing were more than half successful.

Of course, among these 900 people, only about 500 were real infantrymen, and the remaining 400 were mostly heavy machine gunners and artillerymen.

Yes, compared with the blows suffered by the two heavy machine gun squadrons, the Japanese infantrymen who survived by luck in the bushes were simply living in heaven.

The two heavy machine gun squadrons were treated very well, and basically had pack horses to help transport heavy machine guns and ammunition and other equipment, so the target was also obvious.

From the moment they entered the battlefield, the grenade throwers responsible for besieging the Japanese on the dirt road almost all aimed their eyes at them, or, to add the two machine gun companies of the first and second battalions.

Yes, two Japanese infantry battalions entered the encirclement, and the two infantry battalions of the Four-line Regiment were responsible for attacking them.

The first battalion was commanded by the deputy regiment commander and battalion commander Lei Xiong, and was on the left side of the dirt road. It had two infantry companies and one machine gun company, and was equipped with the 9th company of the third battalion, and 150 new recruits; the second battalion was commanded by the battalion commander Guo Shouzhi, and was on the right side of the dirt road. It had two infantry companies and one machine gun company, as well as the regiment headquarters guard company, and 150 new recruits;

In addition to the heavy machine guns, the two machine gun companies also had more mortars, but because they were expanded from Pang Dahai's artillery company a month ago, the artillery level was not as good as the original artillery company.

Therefore, Tang Dao ordered that unless there was a special combat need, the mortar group located 500 meters away on both sides of the road should not fire easily.

It was not terrible to miss a dozen meters, but if it missed thirty or forty meters, it would blow up our own brothers.

However, the Japanese heavy machine gun squadrons were definitely the focus of attention. Both Lei Xiong and Guo Shouzhi realized that if the two Japanese heavy machine gun squadrons were allowed to set up heavy machine guns, the casualties would definitely be greater than the number of people who might be accidentally injured.

These two, one from the 88th Division and the other from the 67th Army, were both tough people who had experienced the battlefields of blood and corpses. If they exchanged the lives of ten people for the survival of a hundred people, they would never frown.

The two battalion machine gun companies were issued military orders that all mortars must be aimed at the Japanese heavy machine guns on the dirt road to cover the fire.

Of course, in order to prevent accidental injuries, all gunners who adjusted the distance of the mortars must be veterans, otherwise they would rather not have the mortar participate in the battle.

Therefore, when the red signal flares hit the sky, about 10 mortars of the two machine gun companies aimed at the two heavy machine gun squadrons, and the grenade launchers that bombarded them were as high as 30. If the grenades thrown at them were added,

the density of firepower could be imagined with the heels.

If we simply say that within three minutes of the start of the war, the casualty rate of the two heavy machine gun squadrons exceeded 80%, it may not be enough to explain the intensity of the firepower that took care of them.

According to post-war statistics, the pack horses of the two heavy machine gun squadrons that jumped into the grass in fear were all killed. At the speed of the frightened horses, the farthest one did not reach the front of the trench of the Four-line Regiment.

The two heavy machine gun squadrons fired perhaps no more than 200 bullets before they were completely wiped out.

That should be the first branch of the Japanese infantry battalion to be destroyed, but their colleagues would not be able to hold on for too long and would soon reunite with them at Amaterasu.

By the tenth minute of being surrounded and beaten, the mentality of the Japanese army had changed from pain to despair.

Because the imagined reinforcements were blocked.

Ishiguro Sadazo was not a fool, and the last infantry battalion that followed his regiment headquarters was not a slacker.

The next second after shouting that the Chinese were crazy, Ishiguro Sadazo issued an order to reinforce the front.

The Third Infantry Battalion deployed all four infantry squadrons and one heavy machine gun squadron, nearly a thousand troops.

They would certainly not stay on the dirt road with obvious targets and move forward to the battlefield hundreds of meters away. The four infantry squadrons were all scattered in the grass in the wilderness and rushed to the battlefield at high speed.

Behind them were four mountain guns, four infantry guns and six rapid-fire guns that had already started to set up artillery.

In just five minutes, they advanced more than 400 meters, and there were more than 200 meters to reach the battlefield.

But these 200 meters became the distance that the Third Infantry Battalion of the Japanese Army could not cross.

Because there was an infantry battalion blocking their way.

That was Leng Feng's Third Battalion!

Li Jiujin's 7th Company was on the left, Luo Xingbang's 8th Company was on the right, and Mo Songzi's machine gun 3rd Company was 50 meters behind the two infantry companies. The horizontal distance of the trench that was almost perpendicular to the dirt road was more than 1,000 meters.

If we add the trenches on both sides of the highway, which are more than 4,000 meters long, and the second-line trenches in some special locations, the trenches dug and camouflaged by the Fourth Line Regiment at night can exceed 6,000 meters.

From the arrival of the Fourth Line Regiment to the arrival of the 2nd Infantry Regiment, there were only 7 hours in between, which was almost impossible to complete.

But the Fourth Line Regiment completed it. In addition to the nearly 2,000 people who risked their lives, the new Eighth Division Engineer Company, which took the initiative to ask to march with the Fourth Line Regiment, was almost exhausted and vomited blood.

The more sweat you shed before the war, the less blood you will shed during the war.

The two infantry companies lurked in the camouflaged trenches until the observation post fired the first shot with a Mauser rifle as a signal. The violent storm of bullets tore up even the waist-deep weeds, let alone human bodies.

The Japanese army was of course vigilant. They also bent over when they advanced. Even if the weeds scratched their faces, their lives were much more important than that, right?

Moreover, the distance between them was very wide. The four infantry squadrons distributed on both wings had a distance of at least 3 meters between each soldier!

But even so, at least nearly 100 people fell in the first wave of attacks.

The reason was simple, because Leng Feng's third battalion also transferred an infantry company to the first battalion, and they were also responsible for the concurrent task of blocking the Japanese reinforcements.

Tang Tuanzuo, who was about to use up all the ammunition, prepared 22 heavy machine guns for Mo Songzi's machine gun company. They were not Maxims, but Type 92s captured from the Japanese in previous battles. Together with the original 6 Maxims, Mo Songzi had 28 heavy machine guns.

Heavy machine guns are not rifles. Anyone can operate them. In order to maintain the continuity of the heavy machine gun firepower, Leng Feng almost emptied the machine gunners of each infantry squad and strengthened them all to Mo Songzi's machine gun company.

As for the light machine guns of each squad, they can only be used temporarily by the squad leaders. If they are comfortable, they can use them. If they are not comfortable, they can use their own semi-automatic or submachine guns or Mauser pistols!

The former sergeant machine gunner may have never commanded so many heavy machine guns to fire in volleys. When he roared "shoot for me!", the trembling sound of his tongue almost made people mistakenly think that he was the one being beaten.

Even if they were distributed on a defense line of nearly a thousand meters, the firepower intensity of having a heavy machine gun sweeping across every 30 meters was terrifying. It was definitely not weaker than the firepower intensity of the core area of ​​the two infantry battalions besieging the Japanese army.

At this time, the sky was not yet bright, and the heavy machine guns that were firing wildly were not only shining with muzzle bullets, but also clearly visible from a distance. The fiery red trajectory was like a soul-catching chain extending from the depths of hell.

Who am I? Where am I? How should I fight? The Japanese infantrymen who were blinded by the brilliant bullets felt nothing more than this at that moment...

ps: There was an error in the number of semi-automatic rifles in the previous chapter. I am really sorry. It was Fengyue who wrote the Lost Lake. I will correct it after the update.

In addition, I would like to announce that Fengyue's original work "Han Tang Fengyue" will be back. A science fiction book will be launched in August. It tells the story of the collision between the real world and the world of mountains and seas. What kind of sparks will be created when mechanical civilization meets the monster that can move mountains and fill the sea? This is a story that Fengyue has carefully prepared for half a year!

However, book friends, don't worry. The reason why Fengyue dares to open two books is that there are fewer things in the second half of the year, and Fengyue will definitely focus on military affairs. This is Fengyue's favorite subject. In January, except for occasional leave, the update of more than 5,000 words a day is very stable. I will tell you again after the new book comes out.