Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 1121

Chapter 1121 Eternal!

There was no sound on the battlefield. That was because there were not many people alive on the entire battlefield.

Even if they were still alive, they were still stunned for a long time, and the sudden and violent artillery fire knocked them all unconscious.

The entire 17th Division has been fully prepared for this battle. The soil in Snowflake Mountain is not dominated by rock formations like the Niangziguan area. Many trenches on the highlands can be dug to a depth of nearly 2 meters.

The extremely necessary fortification of anti-blast holes is a top priority. The relatively primitive forest provides enough wood to basically ensure that an infantry platoon has two anti-gun holes, and there are as many as a dozen anti-gun holes for individual soldiers. .

If replaced by a 75mm mountain gun, these anti-gun holes and trenches would be enough to provide cover for the soldiers.

But facing the terrifying 105-caliber howitzers, the trenches were still too shallow after all. The anti-blast holes also seemed so fragile.

"Save people! Save people! My brother is still inside. Come and help me dig people out!" A soldier with a dark face, wearing a second lieutenant's collar badge and only one arm covered in blood cried and staggered along. The trenches, which had collapsed in several places, were running and shouting.

Until he met a soldier who was fully clothed and sitting in the trench with his legs stretched out. He stumbled **** the outstretched leg. Regardless of the blood flowing from his head again, the second lieutenant grabbed the soldier who had tripped him. The soldiers who arrived roared angrily in their local accent: "What are you doing here, you good guy? Come with me to save people!"

However, the soldier ignored him and just stared at the second lieutenant with a strange expression on his face without saying a word.

Then, as the lieutenant shook wildly, a mouthful of black blood with a few fragments spurted out from his mouth, his head hung down, and he died.

His internal organs had already been shattered by the terrible shock wave caused by the explosion of the artillery shell. If he moved even slightly, the last trace of life would be cut off.

This kind of corpses of soldiers who died quietly and without any injuries on the outside but whose insides were shattered can be seen everywhere in the trenches.

That's because the terrifying power of the 105 howitzer explosion doesn't even require the splashing shrapnel and shock waves to kill people. The violent vibrations of the ground alone are enough to kill people.

During a bombardment, lying on the ground with your whole body is also the wrong way to avoid death.

The current composition of officers and soldiers of the 17th Division is less than 3,000 veterans, but there are as many as 5,000 recruits who have just joined the army less than half a year ago, and the other 4,000 have just been rescued from prisoner of war camps.

The equipment is better than last year, but the quality of the soldiers is actually not as good as before.

"Dead, dead again." As the soldier's head drooped, the second lieutenant's hand suddenly stiffened and he muttered to himself.

Wiping the tears rolling down his eyes with the back of his dirty hands, the second lieutenant seemed to be encouraging himself: "I don't believe that there are no survivors in the entire company."

However, as he raised his head, wherever he looked, there were either soldiers lying prone or lying in extremely weird postures in the trenches. Without even checking, the second lieutenant knew that they were already dead.

As for the outside of the trenches, there is no need to look. Even if there are any, they will be blown away. No one can survive in the face of the air wave that can destroy the deep trenches dug under the surface.

The second lieutenant's eyes had just wiped away the tears that he had suppressed and finally fell hard again. He really couldn't find anyone alive.

He has an entire infantry platoon under his command! On this position with two complete trenches covering an area of 20,000 square meters, there are 3 infantry squads with a total of 49 people.

What is despair? Despair that goes deep into your bones.

This is.

When you need a comrade but find yourself alone.

“Ah~~~” Like a lone wolf, the second lieutenant with a broken arm suddenly fell to his knees, beat the ground hard, and let out a heart-rending howl.

The bright and warm autumn sun shines slantingly on the mountains. It was originally the favorite weather for those who have been quiet for a long time, but the rising smoke on the position and the burning forest around it, coupled with the loneliness of the second lieutenant kneeling there, The figure of despair forms a contrast that strongly impacts human tear ducts.

This is war, and beauty will only be brutally smashed!

When the commander of the 3rd Company of the 102nd Regiment, 1st Battalion, 300 meters away, led two infantry squads to the high ground in front of his infantry company, he saw his second lieutenant infantry platoon with only one arm left. Chang, using his only remaining arm, was digging desperately in a piece of rubble.

Half of her body was soaked in blood, and her intact right hand was also dripping with blood.

The place he dug was the largest bombproof hole on Highland 489.

It was at his urging that more than two infantry squads dug overnight, digging a large hole of more than 30 square meters along the mountain wall, and chopped down more than a dozen large trees for support, enough for two infantrymen to hide inside. There are 30 people in the class.

The soil covering more than 1 meter deep convinced the Army second lieutenant that unless it was hit by a heavy aerial bomb, this gun-proof hole could completely withstand 75mm mountain artillery bombardment.

But this army second lieutenant, who had never experienced the 105-caliber howitzer ravaging the battlefield, underestimated the power of heavy artillery.

A cannonball exploded fifteen meters away from the cannon-proof hole. The cannonball crater, which was more than one meter deep and could hold two Eight Immortals tables, proved the power of the cannonball.

At such a close range, although the bombhole was not destroyed by the bombing, it was collapsed.

　　The two infantry squads who hid inside were all buried inside.

The infantry reinforcements pulled away the already crazy ensign and dug desperately with shovels and hands. However, it was too late. The soil above the collapsed cave filled all the gaps. No one could survive the ten-year-long tunnel. A few minutes of hypoxia.

As the gray bodies were carried out one after another, the soldiers who stretched out their hands to test their breath and listen carefully to their heartbeats kept shaking their heads. The second lieutenant's face became more and more gray, so gray that even the most stone-hearted people could not bear to stop. look.

We are all soldiers, and everyone knows how it feels to lose a comrade who has been with you day and night.

Especially, this infantry platoon only survived this horrific bombardment.

"Take him down for treatment and tell the regiment's medical team that I must take good care of him." The muscles on the face of the captain and company commander who rushed here twitched violently several times. There were several bodies that had not been completely cleaned in the anti-bomb hole. Before the body was carried out, the order was given decisively.

In fact, his subtext was to save his second lieutenant platoon leader who was promoted from the infantry deputy squad leader.

Because, although the second lieutenant platoon leader's shocking broken arm wound had been wrapped in military uniform by the soldiers who came over, there was no more blood at this time.

It's not that the bleeding has stopped, but that his blood is almost running out!

"No, no one can touch me. These are my brothers. I want to watch them come out." The second lieutenant suddenly yelled crazily, twisting his body desperately as several soldiers were about to force him away. He had just been forcibly roughed up. The bandaged severed arm wound was dripping with blood again, and the severe pain made his dark face become horribly distorted.

The captain's face was dark and he looked up at the sky to hide the tears flashing in his eyes. However, after all, he did not want to refuse his subordinate's wish. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let him wait first!"

Even though he was used to seeing life and death, his infantry platoon and the entire garrison on a high ground were all wiped out by a single artillery bombardment before they could even fire a single shot. For this battle-hardened captain and company commander, That said, the blow was big enough.

Especially for a captain who has experienced a similar scene. Last year, he was just a second lieutenant platoon leader. In the end, no more than one infantry platoon in the entire battalion was able to evacuate the battlefield with him!

Unexpectedly, a year later, cruelty would reappear and tragedy would happen again!

The pain in his heart was probably not half less than that of the crazy-looking second lieutenant platoon leader in front of him.

Finally, the last soldier inside was dug out. His face was very pale, but his face was unexpectedly clean.

That was also a very young soldier. Judging from his face, he could not be more than seventeen years old. He was firmly protected by at least five soldiers, unlike other soldiers whose mouths and noses were filled with gravel.

One of the only two medical soldiers in the entire company who rushed here was ecstatic at that moment. He carefully put his hand under his nose. Unable to feel the warm breath he was expecting, he pulled him away again. He pulled open his military uniform, put his ear on his thin chest and listened for a long time. Under everyone's expectant eyes, he closed his eyes in pain and shook his head silently.

"I don't believe it. If I don't believe it, no one will survive." The second lieutenant broke away from the two soldiers holding him and rushed forward crazily.

"Zinenliang Erdan, you are such a good mother, come back to life, your mother is still waiting for you at home! If you don't live, I will be the only one in the whole platoon, how can I hold the position! You are so good, why? I'm going to live! Come back to life!" The second lieutenant frantically beat the young soldier's thin chest with his **** hand.

This scene made all the soldiers around drop their heads and shed tears.

yes! He was the only one left in the platoon.

　Who would be willing to accept it instead?

As the second lieutenant hammered the soldier's chest frantically, a miracle occurred.

The young soldier suddenly coughed violently.

"Erdan, are you really alive? You're a good boy, please smile like me." The second lieutenant was obviously stunned by the huge surprise in the surprised eyes of the soldiers around him, and he asked in disbelief.

"Ahem, platoon leader, if you hit me again, I might really be beaten to death." The young soldier smiled weakly at his platoon leader. “Haha, I knew I wouldn't be the only one left, haha!” the second lieutenant laughed crazily.

The soldiers also cheered, but while smiling, many of them cried.

Howling loudly!

Including the captain and company commander who just hid his tears!

Just now, it was the commander who was holding his soldiers and crying.

Now, it was his soldiers who were hugging their commander and crying.

The second lieutenant platoon leader, whose left arm was blown off and had lost an unknown amount of blood, had actually run out of energy. He had been waiting in high spirits for his soldiers to be rescued. It was purely hope that supported him.

After seeing that one soldier from his infantry platoon finally survived, his spirit relaxed, and his body, which was already exhausted, could no longer hold on.

"Erdan, as long as you are alive, our platoon will not be dead. After this battle, burn a paper for the brothers, and you can go home! For the sake of the whole platoon brothers who died in the battle, the company commander, battalion commander The commander, the regimental commander, and the others will agree." The second lieutenant's dirty face turned pale as a sheet, and he moved his lips and said weakly to the young soldier who turned over and hugged him.

“Platoon leader!”

Then, amidst the howling of the young soldier, the second lieutenant's head hung down little by little, and there was no more sound.

His blood is drained!

The tragic situation on Highland 489 is just a microcosm of the entire Snowflake Mountain Highlands.

In this round of shelling, the 102nd Regiment of the 17th Division in the Snowflake Mountain Highlands killed 109 people and injured 208 people on the spot. An infantry regiment with a total strength of more than 2,200 people had not yet formally engaged the Japanese army, and suffered one-tenth of the battle losses. .

The white-haired general who had just returned to the division headquarters frowned severely when he received the battle report from the 102nd Regiment Headquarters. Although he had made up his mind to die, the power of the Japanese army still exceeded his expectations. I am afraid that this battle will be worse than It was much more difficult than he imagined.

“Can the artillery observers calculate the approximate direction and distance of the Japanese artillery positions based on ballistic trajectories?” The white-haired general looked solemnly at the mountains not far away that were still emitting a large amount of smoke.

“There is no way. The artillery shelling our division's position this time are all 105-caliber heavy artillery. According to calculations, the distance is at least 7,000 meters away. Even if our artillery battalion moves forward regardless of life and death, it will not be able to reach them.” The major general's chief of staff looked helpless.

"If you can't reach their artillery, then hit their infantry. Tell the artillery battalion that as long as the stubborn Japanese dare to attack, no matter whether it is a tentative attack or otherwise, don't be stingy with artillery shells and fight back for me. Kill me." Soldier, I want him to pay for his life!"

“But our army's artillery shells” the Major General Chief of Staff hesitated.

"Use as many artillery shells as you can. After firing them all, the artillerymen will carry rifles to me and go to the front line. The stubborn Japanese will do this for me when they come up. If we give in, then they really think that my 17th Division is a soft persimmon. Already." The white-haired general waved his hand, his voice low but extremely determined.

This fight is not about face, but about morale!

The officers and soldiers of the 102nd Regiment on the Snowflake Mountain Highlands were struggling under the fierce Japanese artillery fire. Their morale was inevitably low, while the Japanese infantry's morale was naturally high. However, when the 20 mountain cannons owned by the 17th Division did not hesitate to fire crazy shells, the Japanese infantry was not ironclad either. Yes, there will still be heavy casualties!

This is called the tip of the needle facing the wheat. Not only do you tell your officers and soldiers that you will also have artillery support, but you also use the same fierce attitude to remind the Japanese that I also have artillery.

20 75mm mountain guns and the 8,000 rounds of artillery shells carried this time are the greatest confidence that the 17th Division dares to fight this tough battle with the 20th Division!

But Yoshito Takagi, the commander of the Japanese Major General Brigade 4,000 meters away, did not know that his opponent still had such a trump card. He was still preparing for the Snowflake Mountain attack according to his own tactical plan.

However, Yoshito Takagi is extremely cunning!

Unlike the 21st Division, which lost its lieutenant general division commander before engaging in battle at Niangziguan's main defense line, and then began to use infantry to attack after preparing artillery fire, Takagi Yoshito did not use infantry for the entire afternoon.

Bombardment! Shelling! Or shelling!

The 105 howitzers took a break, and the 36 75mm mountain guns were added. Until the sky darkened, the entire Snowflake Mountain area was still extremely bright.

All kinds of explosive bombs and incendiary bombs wreaked havoc in the positions and mountains and forests.

The entire Snowflake Mountain is like a blazing bonfire, burning from day to night!

The bodies of Chinese soldiers are bleeding, and the hearts of Chinese commanders are bleeding!

But this is an extremely cruel reality. Even though the equipment of the 17th Division has now been replaced by shotguns and cannons, it is still far inferior to the Japanese invaders with heavy artillery.

Chinese soldiers still have to rely on tenacity to hold on to their positions.

Just like after hearing that the 17th Division encountered heavy artillery on the front line and urgently needed the support of a group of field doctors, he immediately arrived in Dan, accompanied by a guard platoon, with 16 nurses, 4 military doctors and a batch of medicines. It took two hours to arrive at the 17th Division headquarters. Tai Mingyue wrote in the opening chapter of a battlefield diary titled "The Eternal Number."

“The Japanese artillery fire was fierce, and our 17th Division officers and soldiers suffered numerous casualties, but they still marched forward and fought without hesitation!

I was at the headquarters of the 17th Division and saw groups of stretcher bearers!

There were seriously injured people who were in urgent need of treatment, but more of them were remains covered with white cloths!

I have seen such scenes too many times from Songhu to Guangde and then to Taihang, but my heart still trembles!

I dare not look at the pale and young faces under the white cloth, even if his comrades ask me to leave a photo for them. It may be the first and last time those young people take pictures in their lives, leaving some for their families. Think about it.

But I know that my hands will shake and the lens will be blurred!

Until, I saw that young soldier!

　　Yes, he was very young, only seventeen or eighteen years old. At this age, if there had been no war, he might have been a student studying in a school in the city, or a young man helping his parents work in the village.

But the man standing in front of me is now a warrior.

Wearing a dusty dark blue military uniform, he carried a rifle that was not much different from his height. He had four grenades in his waist and a bandolier with more than a dozen yellow bullets in his chest.

When I first saw him, he was kneeling on his knees, like a sculpture, and in front of him was a row of remains! I could feel the deep sadness in the young soldier's thin body, and I could only stop and wait from a distance.

The senior staff officer who accompanied me told me that opposite the area where the young soldier was kneeling was his infantry platoon! He was ordered to die by his battalion commander, who ordered him to accompany his fallen brothers back to the division headquarters.

Yes, that was an entire infantry platoon, one soldier kneeling, and everyone else lying down!

　　Really, even though I already thought that my heart had been hardened by so much cruelty, at that moment my heart was still hurt by the impact of this information, and it was so painful that my breathing stopped at that moment.

Even as I was writing this paragraph, that back figure appeared in front of me again, thin and lonely!

The soldier was finally called out. I didn't know how to interview him, but he was calmer than I thought.

　　When he learned about my origins, without waiting for me to ask questions, he grinned and told me that his platoon leader had ordered him to burn some pieces of paper for all the brothers in the platoon before he died.

However, there was no yellow paper on the battlefield, so he had to borrow a few pieces of white paper from the division headquarters and paste it in the dirt to make it look like yellow paper.

He has fulfilled the platoon leader's instructions!

When talking about the death of the entire platoon, his platoon leader dug him out of the collapsed artillery hole and died due to excessive blood loss. His brothers in the infantry squad protected him and gained room for survival. But they themselves died silently. When he narrated all this calmly, I couldn't help but tears streaming down my cheeks, but he remained extremely calm.

If I hadn't seen his extremely sad back earlier, I would have labeled him cold-blooded.

I didn't understand it at that time, but I soon understood it.

"The platoon leader said that as long as I am not dead, our platoon will not die, and our platoon will continue to fight. Tantai reporter, goodbye!" These were the last words he left for me, and then, carrying a gun on his back, he walked towards The position that once belonged to him.

At that moment, I couldn't hold back my tears anymore.

I understand why he is so calm.

I want to hold him, but I know I can't hold him.

Even if there is a major or lieutenant colonel standing behind him, or even if his division commander is standing two hundred meters away, they can only watch silently, watching this young soldier, carrying a gun on his back, go to the building 1,000 meters away. Still in the scorching burning position!

The Japanese artillery fire has not stopped yet!

Their military orders can stop the soldier, but how can they stop the heart of a warrior?

He will definitely return to Highland 489!

Due to confidentiality reasons, I cannot write down the specific number of this infantry platoon in my diary, but the number will be engraved in my heart and will never be erased! "

(End of this chapter)

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