Rise From Eight Hundred

The south bank of Bihe River!

The battle started at dawn and has raged for more than three hours.

It's 10:20 am!

The winter sun has almost reached its peak, but winter in Henan Province is still cold.

2,500 meters away from the main battlefield between China and Japan, and 1,000 meters directly behind the artillery positions where the Japanese army was bombarding them, all places that the Japanese army could not reach.

Tang Dao was riding on the maroon horse, looking at the bursts of gunpowder smoke rising in the distance with a telescope. Hammer squatted beside his horse, staring ahead with a pair of big eyes, as if he could see something.

The cavalry had changed from column to horizontal. More than 190 cavalry were divided into two columns, tightening their reins and standing behind their supreme commander. Everyone's mouth and nose were filled with white breath.

Horses, too.

There were nearly 200 people, but they remained strangely quiet.

No one yelled, there was no noise, all the horses were bitten, their hooves were wrapped in cotton, and all the cavalry, except for the regiment leader Tang Dao, wore a black scarf around their necks.

There is even a hint of fashion in the coolness.

"Regiment leader, you are not good at cavalry, so let me lead the team and you go to the second row to command! Otherwise, if something happens to you, I can't explain it to Lao Lei. Without the backbone of the Four Lines Regiment, its combat effectiveness will also drop sharply!" Gong Shaoxun! Seeing Tang Dao put down the telescope, he already had the intention of giving an order, so he rushed forward to make one last effort.

Of course, the cavalry and the infantry have completely different combat modes. Without superb riding skills, most people will fall down if they are just jogging in small steps, let alone the horse starting to run at a high speed of 16 meters per second.

Being able to ride a horse is only the first step to becoming a cavalryman. To become a warrior who can fight on horseback, the cavalryman must also be able to control the horse with his legs.

Because when fighting, the hand holding the saber must use all the strength. If the legs are not strong enough to clamp it, the person will fall off the horse before he can cut himself.

During a cavalry charge, falling off your horse is almost equal to death. The cavalry running behind you at high speed doesn’t care who you are. In fact, it can’t. Even if you are the supreme commander, you can only watch in despair as the speed reaches 60 A horse's hoof weighing more than 700 kilograms stepped over his body, and then he turned into a ball of meat with shattered fractures all over his body.

Publicly and privately, Gong Shaoxun did not want to see anything happen to Tang Dao, although he was extremely touched by Tang Dao's initiative to fight alongside the cavalry company. After more than a month of joining the Four Lines Regiment, he finally felt He and the cavalry company were completely integrated into the team.

Perhaps after this battle, the cavalrymen who originally kept silent about how awesome the cavalrymen of the 67th Army of Laozi will be much less. They will be replaced by the cavalry company of the Sixings of Laozi, but the commander of the regiment led the charge. What kind of guard company are you? Can the special squadron compare with me?

"Haha! Vice-President, if I say that I have gone through three months of equestrian training and have a record of hitting a bull's-eye 200 meters away with one shot on a high-speed charging horse, you may not believe it, but you have to believe me from Songhu. Veterans who crawled out of several piles of dead people on the battlefield, from Sihang Warehouse, and from Songjiang Cangcheng!" Tang Dao looked back with pride on his face. "I survived not by luck, but by strength! Maybe one day I may die in battle, but I will never die in the hands of these dead Japanese devils."

Yes, the reason why Tang Dao can become China's strongest individual soldier in the future is not due to luck, but to strength!

In fighting, Tang Dao, who has practiced hard for ten years, can be ranked among the top five in the army of millions; in shooting, Tang Dao, who has extremely strong shooting talent, modestly said that he is only among the top six in the army; in endurance, Tang Dao has once been fully armed in the army. His record of running 80 kilometers on a mountainous road made even the most demanding instructors call him a monster; because of the need for promotion, his superiors sent him to the Army Academy for one and a half years of further study, but he used this year and a half to learn five foreign languages. , he also took the first place in foreign military history. The experience of wandering on the line of life and death all year round seems to have opened up his brain, making him stronger than most ordinary people in terms of neurological reaction, physical fitness, and brain memory. many.

Equestrianism was just one of the many skills that Tang Dao had mastered in his previous life.

Because he had to perform missions on the border of Western Xinjiang, Tang Dao practiced equestrian skills hard for a while in the border troops of Western Xinjiang. With his strength and body flexibility that surpassed ordinary people, Tang Dao could hit a horse from 200 meters away with an AK. watermelon.

Now, Tang Dao, who has completely integrated with this young body, is even more confident in his equestrian skills.

"Yes!" Gong Shaoxun nodded heavily and handed a black scarf to Tang Dao. “It’s cold, this thing can protect you from the cold wind!”

"Signal Corps, pass my order back to the regiment headquarters and tell them that the general offensive has begun! The first and second battalions will use all their strength to wipe out the Japanese invaders in the encirclement. The third battalion will continue to use firepower to contain the Japanese troops in front of them. If they want to escape, they must chase after them!" Tang said Dao ordered.

"Yes!" The signal soldier carrying the field radio quickly jumped off his horse and began to send a telegram.

Gently pinching the horse's belly, the war horse took a small step with Tang Dao in front of the two horse teams. The sound of Tang Dao echoed in the open wilderness: "Brothers, have you seen it? Just in front of us, the Japanese artillery, Waiting for us to chop off their heads, tell me, are you ready?"

No one agreed with a bang, they just raised their already prepared rifles together again!

There were less than 200 people, but under the winter sunshine, it was like a forest of swords and guns!

"Very good, follow me and Deputy Gong, go forward and kill all the people in yellow uniforms." Tang Dao took the reins and entered the cavalry formation.

When the cavalry charges, it is cool to charge at the front alone, but it is definitely the one who dies the fastest. This is what the so-called target of public criticism means.

Cavalry combat relies on group strength, not individual heroes!

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The cavalrymen are very close, horses are next to horses, shoulders are rubbing shoulders.

In the cold winter wind, the horses' noses are spraying white mist, and the mouths are spraying white air.

As the war horses move forward in small steps, all the cavalrymen pull up the black scarves on their necks to cover their mouths and noses.

This is quite like the vision of the Forty Thieves!

Perhaps, only those who have ridden motorcycles in winter without wearing helmets will know the sourness of the cold wind.

These cavalrymen from the Northeast are all veteran drivers!

"Dong, dong, dong" the dull sound of horse hooves sounded, and the queue began to move slowly.

It was like a wall slowly moving forward.

After jogging for a while, the horses began to speed up gradually, and the ranks began to disperse gradually. Each horse was about five or six meters apart. More than 190 cavalrymen were lined up in two rows. The horse line of more than 90 cavalrymen in a row was a mile long, and the distance between the two rows of cavalry was about 200 meters.

When the distance reached 700 meters, the cavalry, which had been jogging for 300 meters, began to sprint at full speed.

The sound of thunder resounded throughout the venue, and the whole world seemed to be filled with the rumbling of horse hooves.

The sound was so loud that it seemed to drown out the fierce gunfire that resounded on the Chinese and Japanese positions more than a thousand meters away.

In the future, China's cavalry has almost completely withdrawn from the stage of history. Tang Dao has personally witnessed a company of 70 or 80 war horses of the Western Frontier Army charging at full speed. The movement was already very shocking, and the stones of the entire Gobi seemed to jump along with it.

But now, what Tang Dao saw and heard was that nearly 200 cavalrymen were charging at full speed.

Although I have covered my face with a scarf like the cavalrymen, the biting cold wind still blows in my face, just like riding a motorcycle in the cold winter, but this is nothing compared to the fact that there is no sound around me and only the rumbling of horse hooves.

Perhaps only those who are in it know that no matter who you are, in such a scene, you will only feel your blood burning and adrenaline surging.

It can be imagined that as long as the cavalry rushes, no one can stop them, and all obstacles will become powder.

In the era of cold weapons, thousands or even tens of thousands of cavalrymen charge collectively at any time. What kind of scene would that be? Tang Dao even doubted whether it would be like a small earthquake. People standing on such a battlefield would probably not be able to stand steadily.

Even now, with less than 200 cavalrymen starting the charge mode, the entire battlefield was stunned by the rumbling sound of thundering horse hooves coming from the rear.

At first, it was like thunder in the sky, and in the end, the thunder was like ringing in everyone's ears. There was no sound of guns and cannons between the whole world, only thunder.

The soldiers of the two Japanese artillery squadrons were working hard to carry heavy shells, so much so that in this cold winter day, they even took off their yellow uniforms. As for the steel helmets, they had thrown them away long ago. There was sweat on their faces and steam on their heads.

As the last support of the 2nd Infantry Regiment, in order for thousands of colleagues to go home, hundreds of strong men from the two Japanese artillery squadrons were trying their best to show their muscles and excellence.

Then, the thunder rumbled from far to near, shattering their efforts. In their pupils that suddenly shrank when they looked back, a row of black "walls" jumped out from the horizon and moved towards their own positions at high speed.

Of course, that was due to the error caused by the long distance. Only when they got closer could they see the shocking deep blue!

"What is that?" Matsumoto Uemon, who had just survived the front line and was reassigned to the mountain artillery squadron as a supervisor, groaned like a wooden chicken.

His suddenly widened pupils and twitching facial muscles fully interpreted the meaning of the word "unbelievable"!

"Enemy attack.\\n.\\n.\\n.\\n.\\n." The soldiers around the Japanese army captain who was still acting dumbfounded screamed shrilly, as if they were stabbed in the back door by a mace.

In the main battlefield in the distance, accompanied by three red flares hitting the sky, two infantry battalions, six infantry companies, and three fire support companies collectively roared "Kill!"

No longer concealing their firepower, as all the light and heavy machine guns began to roar, the soldiers worked hard to throw the grenades that had already been unscrewed around them!

According to incomplete statistics, in less than ten seconds, the two infantry battalions plus the recruits who were responsible for throwing grenades threw a total of more than 3,000 grenades, with a density far exceeding that before the war.

When the sound of hooves was like thunder two thousand meters away, the officers and soldiers of the Four-Line Regiment jumped out of the trenches. The infantry squad organized according to the three-three system was basically a spearman with a bayonet and a soldier equipped with a submachine gun or a submachine gun, forming a firepower group that could both fight hand-to-hand and fire continuously.

There were still six or seven hundred Japanese infantrymen lying in the grass and shooting at the officers and soldiers of the Four-Line Regiment, but the 3,000 grenades covered them and sang their last elegy.

It was proved later that this wave of grenade concentrated fire coverage that made Chief of Staff Zhuang Da heartbroken caused heavy losses to the Japanese infantry who were caught off guard. In the end, there were less than 400 infantrymen who could jump out of the grass and fight hand-to-hand with Chinese soldiers.

And you have to know that the two infantry battalions of the Japanese army that were originally surrounded had 8 infantry squadrons and 2 heavy machine gun squadrons. Although they were not fully staffed after continuous battles, they still had more than 1,800 infantrymen.

But it only took three hours. As the Chinese soldiers entered the decisive battle mode, they only had a quarter of their troops left to participate in the battle, which is extremely rare in the history of world wars.

The nearly 10,000 grenades thrown on the battlefield may be the decisive factor!

After the war, the North China Front Command also issued guiding orders to its subordinates, not to let the Chinese easily approach the defense line forty meters. The long wooden-handled German grenade at this distance is simply a nightmare for infantry.

At that moment, Ishiguro Sadazo's expression was definitely not much better than that of Captain Matsumoto Uemon who was facing the cavalry charge.

He didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood far away, but looking at his instantly red face, you can know that the old man's blood pressure was at least 200 at that moment. Just a little bit short, without wasting bullets, this elite Japanese infantry regiment colonel commander who was told by Doi Yuan to deal with the Four-Line Regiment would have blood rushing to his head and his brain blood vessels burst.

"Artillery, it's over!" Ishiguro Sadazo closed his eyes in pain, and two lines of tears rolled down.

Perhaps, for this tearful but extremely clear-headed Japanese army colonel, it was not only the artillery that was doomed, but also his entire infantry regiment!

A sprint distance of 700 meters was only 40 to 50 seconds for a horse running at maximum speed.

The Second Infantry Regiment, which had almost transferred all its troops to the front battlefield and the flank of its own regiment, only left a small infantry squad in the artillery squadron to symbolically reassure the artillery.

Ten rifles and a light machine gun could not cause much damage to such a running target.

Moreover, when approaching 200 meters, the cavalrymen hiding on the side of the running horses sat back on their horses and fired!

With the sound of gunfire, at least two or three of the fifteen Japanese infantrymen fell into the simple trenches, and the rest of the infantrymen subconsciously crawled to avoid.

A warhorse galloping at a speed of up to 60 kilometers per hour is much faster than an Olympic 100-meter gold medalist. It only takes twelve seconds to reach a distance of 200 meters.

About 100 meters before reaching the Japanese artillery position, the cavalrymen dropped their lances and pulled out sabers from the knife bags on their horsebacks.

In the winter sun, the cold and shining sabers are much more dazzling than bayonets.

Until this time, the two rows of cavalrymen in front and behind roared "Kill!"

The rumbling sound of horse hooves instantly drowned out the shouts of two hundred people, but the cold and fierce killing intent could make people's hair stand on end even at a distance of 100 meters.

Even the hammer, who was running fast with four legs, couldn't help but stand up the hair on his back.

That was the instinctive fear of killing from living things! Even if those cavalrymen were its comrades.

After nearly ten horses and people were thrown to the ground, the first row of cavalry rushed into the Japanese artillery position with a front width of 400 meters.

Those who have never experienced slashing people with a knife in the midst of galloping horses will never know what it feels like.

On both sides are sharp blades and galloping horses, and the ears are filled with the rumbling of horse hooves, which can't accommodate any other sounds. You don't have time to search for any enemies. You only know that you hold the knife and pass by the enemy in your field of vision, and then there is a bloody light rising into the sky.

You don't need to spend much effort at all. The kinetic energy and huge inertia of the horse's high-speed running are enough for your saber to split any hard object.

If the enemy is right in front of you and your knife can't reach it, it's even simpler. If you hit it, the horse's strong forelimbs plus the thousands of pounds of kinetic energy it carries can smash anyone into a whole body of comminuted fractures.

This is how the Tang Dao feels now. Even if he is the most powerful and brave among the three armies, he is confident that if he is off the horse, none of the 200 cavalry here can be a three-way general under him.

However, when the cavalry charged, Tang Dao, who participated in this cavalry charge for the first time, realized that this was not a battlefield to show personal strength.

The cavalry, like the frightening formation they formed before, relied on collective strength. Although they were more than 5 meters apart, they were still like a wall, a wall composed of strong horse bodies, heavy horseshoes and snow-white cold blades, destroying all resistance along the way.

If he faced this group of cavalry, Tang Dao's first thought would be to escape, to escape to any place where he could escape the attack range of this group of terrible cavalry.

Even if he was given a submachine gun, Tang Dao had no confidence that he could survive in this terrible battlefield. Even if you killed one, ten, or even dozens of them, the cavalrymen who were like a row of waves would eventually drown you.

The Japanese artillerymen who were almost dumbfounded and running around like headless flies, facing such an overwhelming impact, what kind of despair must they feel in their hearts?

No one knows!

No one knows what Captain Matsumoto Uemon was thinking when he drew his samurai sword and rushed towards the Chinese cavalry when the first row of cavalry rushed over with thunderous hooves.

Anyway, he was quite manly!

However, in the eyes of the Chinese cavalry, it was a dish delivered to their doorstep!

A tender cabbage!

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