Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 98: Record of Shame

200 meters away, a bright yellow fireball suddenly appeared in the night sky. It was like a rising sun, but it was not scary. What was scary was that after the fireball flashed, there was a sea of ​​fire.

 In other words, the sea of ​​​​fire is not scary. The most terrifying thing is that there are no less than six or seven khaki figures in the sea of ​​​​fire.

While watching helplessly six or seven miserable howls that could even penetrate 200 meters away, figures covered in flames ran wildly out of the sea of ​​fire. Some were trying to tear at the burning military uniforms, some were rolling on the ground, and some, When he cried loudly and asked for help from his colleagues around him, Captain Naoo Matsumoto knew that his infantry squadron would have six more wounded soldiers on the list.

 Furthermore, he was seriously injured and burned, and even if he was cured, he would only be wasting the empire's food.

Hold it back and not cry, which was the last stubbornness of the Japanese captain at that time.

In the afterglow of the frightening flames, the Chinese demons who were still fleeing crazily were flying in various ballistic directions, twisting their bodies and running wildly in various postures, like crazy beating notes, as if they were singing: Men, cry, cry! Not a sin! No matter how strong a person is, he has the right to be tired

 The last thing that defeated the stubbornness of the Japanese captain was that he soon knew that he was wrong.

 There is no such thing as wounded soldiers. Being touched by the flames created by the devil can only result in attrition and death.

 He has lost half of his team again.

No matter what choice he made, no matter how his colleagues helped fight, the Japanese infantryman who was on fire seemed to have really become a candle, his body was the wax oil, continuously supplying fuel to the flame, even if he had stopped shouting and twisting The body fell silent, but the flames were still burning.

Perhaps, even the process of cremation and the Chinese devil who arranged this terrible incendiary bomb helped them skip it.

 Matsumoto Nao's eyes were dull. Only one person on the other side had caused so much damage to his infantry squadron.

If all Chinese people have this ability, how can they fight?

He finally understood why the so-called elite First Infantry Brigade was defeated. It was not that they were too scumbag, but that their opponents were too strong.

This was just the feeling of Naoo Matsumoto, a distant observer. After all, he only saw his subordinates who were ignited by the flames and burned to death.

 But to the Japanese troops nearby, the flames were like an opened Pandora's box.

A few years later, the napalm bombs that people would have heard of were full of ferocity at this moment. Beating them with clothes and burying them with soil could not extinguish the flames. Listening to the inhuman roar and watching the human body being burned to the point of creaking with oil, wasn't it? The most terrifying thing was when the injured waved his arms in despair, and the burned flesh and flesh mixed with indescribable grease were splashing everywhere.

Flames are actually contagious. With these mixtures of flames, whether they are brick walls, gravel, or human bodies, they all begin to burn.

Those who are decisive will cut off the flesh and skin with the flames as quickly as possible. It may hurt to death, but at least they will not turn into a human candle. Those who react slowly will naturally become a lump like their companions. bonfire.

 Yes, it can only be described with the quantifier ‘tuo’.

 Because only those who have seen people burned alive can know what it looks like.

 The entire torso is curled up into a ball, like a baby in its mother's womb.

Perhaps the warmth of the flame made them feel like they were back in their mother's arms!

After two more soldiers were ignited by this terrible strange fire while rescuing their comrades, the Japanese second lieutenant who led the team finally gave up the rescue and ordered all the soldiers who were ignited to be shot and killed to prevent the disaster. spread.

However, the tragic casualties did not break the Japanese army's will to fight. On the contrary, because of the brutality of the incendiary bombs, they became even more angry at Tang Dao, who was still running wildly, and accelerated their pursuit of Tang Dao.

So, before dawn, the 3rd Infantry Squadron under the command of Captain Naoo Matsumoto created the most tragic and bizarre casualty record of the 36th Infantry Regiment since its establishment. It was tragic. Naturally, the number of casualties was exaggerated. In a full infantry squad of 54 people, only 18 were able to walk back to the formation on their own in the end. Of the remaining 36, only 6 were still breathing, a total of 30. , died in this 54-1 chase in the ruins.

But this is not important. Even if the entire infantry team is wiped out, the Japanese colonel, who has been brutally baptized by war many times, can accept it. The 36th Infantry Regiment has suffered casualties of more than 1,000 people. The casualties of dozens of people are nothing. !

 One general’s achievements lead to thousands of bones being withered. Under the halo of that famous general, aren’t there thousands of bones?

 But this is not a battle at all!

From the beginning to the end, the chasing side never fired a single shot, and all casualties were caused by trip-fire incendiary bombs and grenades planted by the other side.

Really, when Matsumoto Naoto listened to the highest-ranking sergeant of his remaining 3rd team reporting to him, he almost thought he was leading a herd of pigs to the battlefield.

His second lieutenant and captain of the 3rd Infantry Squadron did not come to report to him in person, not because he was injured or killed in action, but because after gathering the soldiers, he found that the number of soldiers was less than a squadron.

The second lieutenant team leader who had once been extremely decisive in choosing to shoot his subordinates at the barbecue was extremely decisive again. He pulled out the Southern Fourteenth pistol in his waist and pointed it at his temple.

The moment it got stuck in the famous **** box, the performance turned out to be so great that it blew Lieutenant Guojue’s brains out.

Yes, if the only highlight of the 3rd Infantry Squadron of Matsumoto Squadron in this dawn chase was that the second lieutenant took the initiative and bravely went to Amaterasu for tea.

 At least, he used his own life to prove his loyalty to the empire, not just stupidity.

That's not stupid, how else can I explain it?

Starting from 150 meters in front of our own position and continuing to 200 meters in front of the Sixing Warehouse, within a depth of nearly 200 meters, various trip mines such as incendiary bombs, grenades, and cluster bombs emerged in endlessly.

One encounter can be said to be an accident, two can be said to be careless, and three times can be said to be too cunning. But the fourth, fifth, and even more times, as a commander, under the complex battlefield situation, Instead of giving up, they blindly chose to continue the pursuit in an almost gambling manner, which resulted in the Matsumoto Squadron setting an extremely shameful casualty record.

 If he doesn’t die, who will? Captain Naoo Matsumoto?

Matsumoto Naoo even hoped that he would live. In this case, His Excellency Wakiitajiro, who had been waiting for his battle report in the rear headquarters, would have a punching bag when he vented his anger. But now, perhaps only he, the infantry squadron leader, will take the responsibility personally.

Three sentries died and fourteen died in the trenches. In addition, five people died and three were injured due to trip mines deployed by the opponent on the position. In addition, those who were blown up and burned to death during the chase. The entire Matsumoto squadron suffered in this attack battle. There were more than 60 casualties, which was equivalent to a complete infantry squad being wiped out.

The dizzying figures made the Japanese captain even prepared to have his command knife thrown at him by the colonel and have his belly cut open in the direction of the main island.

But unexpectedly, Wakibajiro, who was holding the battle report, glanced at it for a few times. In addition to letting out a few blood-curdling roars with some changes in tone, and then coldly ordering Matsumoto Squadron to serve as the forward tomorrow, he waved Matsumoto Naoo away. .

Although the forward position is extremely dangerous, it is better to die later than to die now. At that moment, the Japanese captain had the urge to hold the colonel and kiss his forehead.

Perhaps this is the so-called saying that once a person's bottom line is exceeded, there is no bottom line anymore.

 Since the battle yesterday afternoon, His Excellency the Colonel has been calm about the casualties of less than 200.

 60 is nothing! Add another 0, and people won't necessarily panic.

 (End of this chapter)