Rise From Eight Hundred

Wait until the noise subsided!

Tang Dao stood beside the only tomb without a tombstone and continued, "Maybe everyone will wonder who has the honor to be buried alone in this big tomb and be carried by me, the head of a regiment. What kind of achievements did he make?

Now, I can tell you who is in this tomb.

They were originally a group of deserters! A group of cowards who left their positions just to survive under the leadership of their superiors!"

The crowd became agitated.

But many people in the queue shed tears quietly.

Because they finally knew who those people were who were carried by Tang Tuanzuo himself, and the young Potato had already burst into tears!

A small box, even if it was just ashes, could hold a group of people. Who else could it be except his comrades?

"Yes, there is not just one person in this tomb, but nearly an infantry squad, a former infantry squad of the Sichuan Army.

When I met them, they were like dogs that had lost their homes. Under the leadership of their bastard regiment leader, they abandoned their comrades and fled in a panic. My Four-Line Regiment, as the law enforcement team of the Guangde battlefield, blocked their retreat with machine guns and military orders.

The military order is strict, retreat means death!

It's more to continue to survive! After I shot and killed their bastard regiment leader, they followed me back to the battlefield to atone for their cowardice!

But please let me apologize to them here, I admit that I underestimated them.

As a Sichuanese, I don't want to admit that my fellow countrymen are a group of cowards, but as the head of a regiment, I must be responsible for my comrades who fought side by side with me. I dare not entrust my back to such a group of people who once abandoned their comrades. .

But they used their blood and lives to prove what it means that 'Sichuan people never betray their country'. They deserve to be trusted by everyone, even if they were weak and cowardly under the leadership of a sheep!

The Battle of Mouse Mountain!

The 7th and 9th companies of the Sichuan Army, a total of 283 people, defended our main position, Hill No. 3, and what they had to face was a reorganized infantry battalion of the Japanese army under the cover of dozens of artillery, and finally joined by half a cavalry squadron.

In order to capture our No. 3 position, the Japanese army even used 105 howitzers to bombard the blank area behind our position, the purpose of which was nothing more than to prevent me from sending reinforcements.

For a whole day, the two Sichuan Army infantry companies under my Tang Dao had no support."

At this point, even such a tough person as Tang Dao couldn't help choking in his throat.

He remembered the cruel decision that Cai Yongguan had given him. It was at Cai Yongguan's request that he ordered his artillery to blow the entire peak of Hill No. 3 into powder under the crazy roar of the young soldier on the phone.

Just as Guo Shouzhi predicted, although Tang Dao never mentioned that scene again, it almost became his inner demon. He dreamed several times at night about the appearance of the Sichuan Army soldiers he was not familiar with.

They were thin and short, with very torn black military uniforms, carrying a bamboo hat that could not actually protect them from much wind and rain, and their faces were unhealthy and dirty. They looked more like migrant workers who came to the city to work for a living than soldiers.

But they all had the optimistic character that Sichuan people generally have. Even if they knew that they were going to fight, they would dig tunnels while complaining: "What can I do! Escape is also a pot death, I can only fight with the damn devils! It's good to be alive, but if you can't survive, there is nothing you can do!"

More than 280 people! Except for the seriously injured who were killed in the early stage and a few lucky ones like Cai Yongguan, all died in the battle.

Tang Dao always knew that when he ordered the artillery company to fire, at least a dozen soldiers were still alive. It was he who personally sent his fellow countrymen and comrades to the gates of hell.

Seeing Tang Dao's uncontrollable emotions at the moment, Tan Tai Ming Yue finally understood why Tang Dao rarely mentioned the battle situation on Hill No. 3 in front of him after that battle. Even if he wanted to record their bravery, Tang Dao always changed the subject.

As a commander, one's heart must be hard enough, but no matter how hard it is, there is always a weakness that can hurt it.

That should be one of the battlefields that Tang Dao was reluctant to return to.

The whole audience was silent!

The new recruits who joined later had heard about this battle from the veterans, but they didn't know that the battle was so tragic. Not only did less than 300 people resist the successive attacks of more than a thousand Japanese invaders, but the Japanese army also had terrible 105 howitzers.

They had never seen a 105mm howitzer, but they had seen a 75mm mountain gun. With one shot, no one would be alive within a hundred meters. How terrible was the 105mm howitzer?

They couldn't help but look at the Sichuan Army veterans around them in awe. How did these people survive?

The veterans were sad, the recruits were shocked, and the people were silent.

Because the Chinese army retreated to the mountainous area, the tentacles of the Japanese army had not yet reached the mountains. Most of the people had not seen the cruelty of the war with their own eyes. It was difficult for them to imagine the power of the 18kg warhead of the 105mm howitzer, and it was difficult to imagine how more than 280 people fought hard for a day without support.

Then, Tang Dao, who tried his best to suppress his emotions and open his heart, told them.

"Yes, in the battle of Hill No. 3, the 7th and 9th companies not only resisted the successive attacks of more than a thousand Japanese invaders, but also killed more than 400 Japanese invaders on the spot and injured hundreds. However, under the bombardment of dozens of heavy artillery of the Japanese invaders, they ran out of ammunition and food, and their fortifications were destroyed!

Except for the seriously wounded soldiers who were forced to retreat to the tunnels below the mountain, all the others, under the leadership of Cai Yongguan, the then commander of the 9th Company, stayed on the top of the mountain to continue blocking the enemy.

It was said to be blocking the enemy, but it was also to lure the enemy.

I still remember the desperate cry of the soldier Potato on the phone: Fire at me! Please, sir, fire at me!

Potato was the youngest soldier left by the two infantry companies by cheating, and the last signalman who could send a signal to the headquarters.

Yes, that afternoon, the artillery company of our Fourth Regiment opened fire with full force for the first time, but the shells of our regiment were not bombarded at the enemy's position, but at my soldiers.

There, in addition to a dozen of our people, there were more than 200 Japanese invaders who had already rushed into our position.

They exchanged one for ten! For twenty. "

Speaking of this, Tang Dao's tears suddenly flowed.

But this time, he did not stop, just like he did on the battlefield, even if the wound was already bleeding, he still bravely moved forward.

"More than 200 Japanese invaders, together with our soldiers, were all turned into powder under the artillery fire!

Originally, this kind of casualties is amazing in any battlefield,

but as a commander, I am not happy at all, because, from the moment they stepped onto the battlefield under my military order, they are my comrades and brothers.

But at that time, my brothers were all killed by the artillery shells of my Four-Line Regiment under my order. "

"Commander, we don't blame you, we really don't blame you!" Potato shouted in the queue. "Ma Ziguo and the others said that they would rather be killed by their own artillery than be stabbed to death by the bayonets of the Japanese devils! "

All the soldiers looked solemn. If they were there, they would probably make the same choice.

Including the recruits who had seen the cruelty of war!

So, this is war!

The people who listened to the description of the battlefield by the great commander Tang Dao felt their scalps tingle at that moment.

What kind of people are standing in front of them? Why aren't they afraid of such a battlefield?

Afraid, of course!

Anyone will be afraid in the face of gunfire and artillery fire.

Not only afraid of death, but also afraid of the mother's sadness.

The white-haired old woman who lost her eldest son last night pressed her head tightly against her son's cold forehead, her white hair trembling but silent grief, and I don't know how many tears the two female nurses who accompanied her shed.

And the officers and soldiers who dared to rush forward with bayonets on the battlefield At that moment, they all turned their heads away, and no one dared to look at the old woman's face.

Because they were afraid of remembering what their mother looked like.

So what if it was scary?

Because you were afraid, the Japanese would not raise their swords and guns to you? Wouldn't they cruelly stab your children on the bayonet, like prey caught in the wild? Wouldn't they loot the village and burn it to a white ground?

No, the more afraid you are, the more ferocious the devil will be.

And when you are brave, the strange creatures like the Japanese will retreat. Tang Dao led them to defeat the Japanese army again and again, which has proved all this.

Tang Dao's voice continued to sound: "After the war, my Sihang Group organized people to collect the remains of the soldiers, but more than a dozen people could no longer be found. Their flesh and blood had long been integrated with the positions they fought and the land of China, and it was difficult to distinguish them from each other.

We can only build a hero tomb on the No. 3 position of Guangde Laoshu Mountain with the soil stained with their flesh and blood, and take a small part of it away!

They are all here!"

"I said before that they are deserters! They are cowards! But no one is perfect, and they washed away their past shame with their sacrifice!

They are the good men of Sichuan Province, the role models of Chinese soldiers, and the heroes of the Chinese nation!

Such heroes, are they worthy of my Tang Dao to see them off in person? "

"Long live the heroes!" Lei Xiong waved his arms and roared loudly!

"Long live the heroes!"

"Long live the heroes!"

Regardless of whether they were soldiers or civilians, they all raised their arms at this moment, as if they were raising their own guns and roaring to the sky.

At this moment, the families of the soldiers who died in the battle at the scene were not as sad as before.

If it weren't for the Four-Line Regiment, perhaps their end would have been death, and their bodies would have been thrown into a mass grave like a wild dog! Although they are gone now, thousands and tens of thousands of people are shouting "Long live" in front of their tombstones!

After death, being able to enjoy this ultimate honor is also the blessing of the ancestors!

"Heroes should be treated like heroes! Listen to my orders, former Sichuan Army 7th Company Commander Wei Donglai, former Sichuan Army 9th Company Commander Cai Yongguan, step out! "Tang Dao stared at the army in front of him with his eyes.

"Wei Donglai reports to the regiment commander!" Wei Donglai stepped out.

"Cai Yongguan reports to the regiment commander!" Cai Yongguan stepped out.

"After that battle, I promised Potato that I would rebuild your two infantry companies in the future, even if you have no soldiers left. Have I fulfilled my promise?" Tang Dao suddenly asked.

"Sir, your promise has been fulfilled. In this battle in Jindong, my 1st Battalion 2nd Company did not disappoint the high expectations of the commanders and killed more than 200 enemies!" Wei Donglai straightened his chest and proudly reported the battle record of the infantry company he commanded.

Obviously, that was not only a report to Tang Dao, but also a report to the sacrificed comrades who died in the battle on the No. 3 high ground of Laoshu Mountain.

"My 2nd Battalion 5th Company, this battle killed more than 140 enemies! Cai Yongguan was much more concise.

In fact, in that battle, all eight of his childhood friends who went down the mountain with him died in the battle. He has not yet fully recovered. He, who used to be known as a bandit company commander, has become much more silent.

"No, my promise has not been fulfilled!" Tang Dao shook his head. "The hero is dead, but the hero's soul is immortal. I believe that with them, your two infantry companies will definitely become one of the best infantry companies in my regiment."

"From now on, you can stop calling yourself the 2nd and 5th companies!" Tang Dao suddenly roared. "Chief of Staff Zhuang, where are the flags of Guangde Steel 7th Company and Laoshushan Hard Bone Company?"

Zhuang Shisan stepped out solemnly, holding two bright red flags embroidered with gold edges and marching in step.

He took the flags from Zhuang Shisan's hand and inserted them on the flagpole one by one. Then Tang Dao and Zhuang Shisan solemnly held the flags in both hands and handed them to the two people who were obviously still a little confused.

"Captain Wei, take the flag!"

"Captain Cai, please take the flag!"

The two captains took the flags of their own teams with trembling hands, and faced the surprised officers and soldiers of their infantry companies, and spread them in the wind. On the bright red flags, the golden characters "Steel Seventh Company" and "Hard Bone Company" shone brightly in the morning sun.

Although the more than 2,000 officers and soldiers in the queue still stood straight with solemn expressions on their faces, the envious luster in their eyes still revealed that their hearts were not as calm as they appeared.

This was the first time that the Four-Line Regiment was awarded a military flag, and it was also the first time that two company-level troops were awarded a military flag!

Before this, whether it was a battalion or a company, the flags were all the battalion and company of the Four-Line Regiment.

Unexpectedly, the two infantry companies actually had their own unique military flags and titles, which was definitely a great honor.

However, no one was dissatisfied with the envy.

These honors were all earned with sacrifice.

Of the 283 men, no more than 40 survived, and many were forced to withdraw from the front line due to missing limbs. The casualty rate was as high as 95%, and the death rate was 80%. This was not something that anyone could do easily.

Tang Dao had never found a suitable opportunity to commend and reward these two Sichuan Army infantry companies, except for money.

Even the military flags were commissioned to Boss Qian and his men in Zhengzhou.

Finally, in front of more than 800 martyrs, Tang Dao completely fulfilled his promise, which was also a relief.

After awarding the military flags, Tang Dao stood back on the platform at the bottom of the Martyrs Cemetery, looking at the two military flags fluttering in the wind and the thousands of officers and soldiers standing solemnly in front of him, and took a deep breath: "The reason why I want to award these two military flags representing glory to these two infantry companies that have made great sacrifices before this ceremony is because I hope that all officers and soldiers of the Four-Line Regiment will remember why the battle flags are as beautiful as a painting, and it is the blood of heroes that dyed it red. The battle flag represents glory and the spirit of sacrifice of the martyrs! People will die, but not everyone will live! And heroes, even if they die, will live forever!" At that moment, Tang Dao pointed at his heart, and his voice was deafening. Many years later, when the veterans who survived hundreds of battles recalled that moment, they couldn't help but mutter the famous saying of their regiment commander that became famous in China in the future: heroes, even if they die, will live forever! Their regiment commander did not lie to them! The monuments to heroes towering over the battlefields, every year during the Qingming Festival, people gather from all directions to offer wreaths!

The eternally young soldiers are remembered by the entire nation!