Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 1139

September 11 at 3 pm.

Shangguan Yun, Major Commander of the 4th Battalion, walked up to a position on the left wing of Qingshiyan and stared. The eyes of the Army Major, who had experienced the Battle of Songhu and the Desperate Battle of Sihang Warehouse, could not help but feel a little sad, because he was extremely anxious and dried up. Pi's lips were even split due to the subconscious action of pursed lips tightly.

A trace of blood stained his lips.

In fact, the battle at this position that he personally named "Doorbolt" was too brutal.

A small hill with a width of less than 100 meters and an altitude difference of less than 130 meters swallowed up 6 of his infantry squads and a fire support squad in less than two days. In the past, it was almost the strength of an infantry company.

For this reason, he even had to use three infantry squads from his two infantry platoon reserves yesterday evening to supplement the position belonging to the first company. Unexpectedly, in less than a day, it was almost completely destroyed again. .

The phone calls from First Company Commander Deng Ying always sounded like crying!

Shangguan Yun knew better than anyone who Deng Ying was. There were three infantry companies and one fire support company of the 542nd Regiment stationed at Sihang Warehouse. The company commander with the strongest individual combat effectiveness was Lei Xiong, the one with the most tactical accomplishments. Counting Shangguan Yun, the one who could get along best with the officers and soldiers was Tang Li, but to say that the company commander had the most tenacious personality, it really had to be Deng Ying.

Deng Ying, like Lei Xiong, was not an academic. He was a typical big-headed soldier who rose from the rank of sergeant squad leader to second lieutenant platoon leader and then to lieutenant company commander. He lived up to his name, with a height of 1.75 meters and a tall and heroic figure. But he is like a rock, he always talks less and does more, a typical doer.

On a battlefield in September during the Battle of Songhu, Deng Ying led his infantry company to fight hand-to-hand with the Japanese army. He just relied on the form of grenades inserted in his body. Once he was stabbed and seriously injured by the Japanese army, he immediately used his last strength to fire the grenade.

　　From the company commander to the privates, everyone was no exception. They used hand-to-hand combat to empty the grenade boxes of the entire infantry company.

In that battle, Deng Ying's men suffered only deaths and no injuries, but they managed to repulse the successive attacks of two Japanese infantry squadrons with one infantry company. After the war, the battle loss ratio with the Japanese army was almost 1:1. At that time, it was almost It's a miracle.

Such a tenacious infantry company commander always cried heavily when requesting reinforcements from him, which shows how brutal the fighting was at the 'Doorbolt' position.

Therefore, during the break between battles, the battalion cooking platoon was busy delivering lunch to this position. Shangguan Yun, who had removed his military rank and wore a steel helmet with an orderly who was no different from an ordinary soldier, decided to come and see this position with his own eyes.

In the end, it didn't matter, and Shangguan Yun almost cried.

After two days of fighting, Qingshiyan has been reduced to scorched earth! The only shrubs and small trees on many positions were blown away by Japanese artillery fire. Coupled with the special geology of the bluestone rock, they were basically bare.

However, many fortifications made of stones, wood and sandbags are still there, and there are even deer villages in front of some positions, which are still burning even if they are ignited by Japanese artillery fire.

But the 'doorbolt' position in front of me was bare. The trenches that the engineers had previously blasted and dug on the rocks with explosives seemed to have been torn apart by an invisible big hand. They were in dilapidated condition, and some of the gaps could still be used. There were piles of sandbags and wood, but in more places, corpses were used directly.

There are "shit yellow" and dark blue. Broken black things are scattered everywhere on the rocks. A mature soldier will know what they are without even looking at them.

Being destroyed by the air waves of bullets, grenades and even artillery shells, living people may be torn into pieces, not to mention those 'fortifications'!

That was obviously a helpless move by the officers and soldiers on the position, but it was still like a sharp bayonet, which made Shangguan Yun's eyes turn red.

As Qi Qi got closer, he saw a lone hand sticking out from the fortification, with a blackened copper ring on the **** of the hand.

Shangguan Yun held back his tears for a long time, and suddenly fell down. He squatted down, gently held the swollen and black palm like ice, and roared in a low voice: "Where's Deng Ying! Let him Get over here, I brought my brothers here after all the hard work. It's true that I'm killing the Japanese, but I don't want to be treated as wood or bricks even after I die.”

The palm of his hand was deformed, but he recognized the ring.

After the Four Lines Battle, everyone was imprisoned in the barracks where supplies were not guaranteed. There were only 280 people in total. Even if they were new recruits who were added later, they were already familiar.

The owner of this ring is a soldier from Hubei Province, from Xiangyang City in the northwest mountainous area of Hubei Province. It was supplemented by the Hubei Province Security Corps in the late Songhu War.

Moreover, due to supply problems, No. 280 people all took out their personal belongings and sold them to exchange them for supplies for the entire battalion to feed and clothe. Even Commander Xie took out the gold pen given to him by his wife, but it happened to the man with the nickname The little "gouzi" soldier here in Xiangyang, Hubei Province has nothing to lose.

You can forget it if you don't have it, but the little soldier clearly wears a gold ring on his hand, and he doesn't care about life and death. He is also a soldier of his company, so naturally he can only let him, the company commander, do the work.

But in the end, he, the company commander who had been promoted to major, failed to get the ring from this little Xiangyang soldier.

It's not that the small soldier is tough, but that the ring is neither gold nor silver nor even copper, it is just a piece of iron. When he went to serve as a soldier, his mute mother who was born deaf spent an entire night on it. , a round ring stoned by hand.

Why use a ring instead of something else? It's not a custom, it's just that the family was too poor to find anything decent for the child to wear, and the mute mother couldn't speak, so she made up such a thing by herself and put it on her son's finger. superior.

Perhaps she hopes that he will be safe after leaving, or it may be that she hopes that he can get married and have children in peace.

The thoughts of being a mother are nothing more than these two.

"Gouzi" was young. When he arrived in the big city of Jiangxia, he was afraid that others would laugh at his ring because it was made of iron, so he got some brass powder and dyed it golden, so that people would mistake it for gold.

Shangguan Yun always remembers what Gouzi said: "Company commander, my mother gave me this ring. I don't know if it's worth it, but I beg you to let me keep it. I can keep it for two days, no. Not eating for three days.”

How much can an iron ring be worth? Shangguan Yun naturally would not embarrass this little soldier under his command. This time when the 4th Battalion was reorganized, he was specially cared for and made him the bugler of an infantry platoon. He was the soldier responsible for blowing the charge bugle and also had a part-time job. Signal Corps.

Unexpectedly, he did not die on the Songhu battlefield, nor in the Sihang Warehouse, but in North China, and his remains were filled in the fortifications.

　　His mute mother could no longer hope to have her son back.

Tell me, how could Shangguan Yun not be angry after witnessing all this?

"Battal Commander, why are you here? It's too dangerous here. The Japanese may attack again at any time. Let's go, go quickly!" Fan Mobei, who personally led his deputy company commander and also served as the platoon leader, crouched. Deng Ying, who rushed over, was shocked when she saw Shangguan Yun squatting in the dilapidated trench.

Without any explanation, he and Fan Mobei prepared to take Shangguan Yun away with one hand and one hand.

"Bastard, I'm asking you, if the dog dies in battle, he dies in battle, but why don't people carry him down? Your Deng Yingteliang's will be brought to the military court." Shangguan Yun glared at the commander of his company. .

Deng Ying was stunned and squatted on the ground, unable to speak for a long time!

"You're such a fool, but you've given me a reason. As long as you, Captain Deng Dal, say this, even if no one is without supplies, I, the battalion commander, can help you build a few fortifications if I go to chop down trees and dig out rocks!" Shangguan Yun Seeing that Deng Ying didn't speak, he became even more angry.

"Battal Commander, don't blame our company commander. This is our 2nd Platoon's voluntary choice." Seeing that he could not escape, Fan Mobei could only take out a piece of dirty paper from his arms.

Shangguanyun took it over and took a look, and became as silent as his company commander.

"I voluntarily use my useless body to protect my comrades after my death! No regrets!"

Except for this sentence written in charcoal, the dirty paper was covered with **** handprints.

“This is signed by the 30 brothers we left during the roll call last night, as well as the brothers from the three classes who came to support today.” Fan Mobei placed his fingers on the first fingerprint.

"Battal Commander, look, this is the fingerprint I pressed." Then, he put the paper against the finger with the ring, and gently printed one of the fingers on it, with a trembling voice: "This belongs to brother Gouzi. He also specifically told me that if he really died in the battle, his body would be burned to ashes. It was better to block the bullets for the brothers. Don't send the ring back and let him wear it even if it goes underground. He can also think about his mother."

"Why is this!" Shangguan Yun's anger disappeared, but his throat could not help but choke.

The Army Major was very sad, sad that even though his soldier was considered dead, he still had to stay on the battlefield until he was broken into pieces, as if this person had never existed.

But he was even more proud, proud of the soldiers under his command. He believed that there might be soldiers stronger than his 4th Battalion of the Si Xing Regiment in the world, such as the 3 infantry battalions that ranked before the 4th Battalion in the regiment. They were composed of The record of fighting a **** path on the Songhu battlefield is unparalleled.

However, Shangguan Yun believes that no one in the world wants to prove that he is not a coward more than his brothers, and even fear like death cannot stop them.

Because two-thirds of his 4th Battalion had stayed in Japanese or Western prisoner-of-war camps. They ate food that even pigs would not eat, were physically and mentally abused, and even had to encounter their own race. Scorned by others, struggling to survive.

The Four Troops gave them a platform to prove themselves again. Living is not that important. What is important is to kill the Japanese.

Even if you die, you must use your flesh and bones to block the Japanese guns!

“Battal Commander, you don't know, the Japanese's offensive in the past two days has been like crazy!” Fan Mobei shook his head in pain, pointing to the gaps in the fortifications that seemed to be torn open by invisible hands.

"Those holes were not blown up by artillery, but were made by the Japanese with explosive bags. We had no time to block them with anything else, but if they were not blocked, the Japanese heavy machine guns would aim at this place and cover us with firepower." If you cannot maneuver in the trenches, you will be separated by the Japanese sooner or later. If a position is lost, the lives of all brothers will be handed over here. "

It turns out that the reason why this position is called the "doorbolt" is that this position has the gentlest terrain compared to the entire Qingshiyan. As long as this position can be broken through, the entire Qingshiyan position will almost be open to the Japanese army.

Shangguan Yun attached great importance to this position and specially gave it to Deng Ying's company to defend. This was because he believed that Deng Ying would be able to live up to his trust.

Kumida Shiro also set his sights on this area through unremitting observation for most of the day.

Therefore, on the afternoon of the first day of the battle, the Japanese army invested 8,000 troops in the entire Qingshiyan position, which was more than a kilometer wide, but only less than 200 troops were invested in the 'door bolt' position.

In other places, strong attacks are used to test the firepower, even without hesitation to shed enough blood, but using free attacks on this identified breakthrough is more of a paralysis!

Sure enough, the battlefield on the second day was completely different. Thousands of people were once again put into the attack. A complete infantry brigade was put into this position alone, and the attacks were repeated for up to 13 rounds throughout the day.

In the evening, the Japanese army used special attack teams crazily!

What is a special attack team?

　　Doesn't mean elite, but death squads!

While using at least a dozen heavy machine guns, more than twenty light machine guns and a dozen grenade launchers to provide crazy fire support, the infantry attacked wave after wave like a tide, taking advantage of the defenders' desperate firepower output to suppress it. The infantrymen at the front, carrying explosive packs on their backs, took advantage of the thick smoke on the battlefield to crawl into an area of 30 meters, and then suddenly launched a charge.

These Japanese soldiers did not have guns, and each had a grenade. After throwing the grenade, they ran all the way and were knocked down by the hail of bullets. Those who were lucky enough to survive rushed to the trenches, lit explosives and jumped into the trenches.

The destructive power of a five kilogram explosive package is comparable to that of a mountain artillery shell falling into a trench. Although such bombers have few chances of success, as long as a few succeed, it is enough to cause irreparable damage to the trench.

Just yesterday evening, five or six such bombers arrived near the trenches and detonated them, causing at least a dozen casualties among the defenders and destroying several trenches with rock bottoms.

And in this kind of battlefield where the fighting interval is only ten minutes at most, how can the defenders have time to collect wood, stones and sandbags to block the gaps?

This is the only last resort!

Fortunately, there were more wreckage left by the Japanese army on the battlefield. The defenders worked hard. While signing the volunteer form, they made loops with ropes and put them on the JIO wearing cowhide boots. For sandbags.

However, the bodies of the dozen or so Chinese soldiers who died in the battle that day and night were never transported.

When the Japanese played this bomber trick, the Chinese soldiers on the 'Doorbolt' position were also furious. A total of nearly 110 people from 7 squads died on this position, more than 60 of them, and 20 were seriously injured. , now there are less than two infantry squads in the position.

In two days of fighting, his originally fully-staffed infantry company of 320 men suffered losses of up to one-third. In the past, they would have been basically disabled. Even if they did not withdraw from the battlefield, they still needed to rest.

But now, the Japanese army is pressing down on the border, and the whole battalion is here. Behind them are the garrison, arsenal and their families. How can they rest and recuperate?

What's more terrible is not the problem of rest and recuperation, but that the company is facing repeated attacks by nearly 2,000 Japanese troops. The other two infantry platoons are struggling to carry it on their own, so how can there be any extra troops to support the first platoon?

I don't know if the two infantry squads can survive this afternoon. The first platoon has always been the trump card of an infantry company. The sharp knife platoon in the hands of the company commander was just beaten away. Who would be heartbroken if they replaced it?

Otherwise, Deng Ying, who was famous for his tenacity, would not have asked Shangguan Yun for help with a strong cry.

Shangguan Yun rubbed his red eyes fiercely. He didn't say anything, but gently held the blackened palm, carefully took off the iron ring from the middle finger, and put it on his own middle finger.

“Batalion Commander, Gouzi, he said that.” Fan Mobei couldn't help but want to remind himself of his commander.

Chinese people attach great importance to the concept that the deceased is the greatest, and his wishes during his lifetime will be helped to achieve as long as there are conditions.

Fan Mobei has already thought about it. As long as the brothers who are still here can survive, even if he takes away one of his hands, he will bury them in peace. Gouzi will definitely be able to take the ring that his mother gave him. Travel with peace of mind.

Deng Ying gently pulled his subordinate, indicating that he should listen to what the superior said first.

“The dog is gone, but he is too young to understand what it means to be a mother!” Shangguan Yun stared at the iron ring on his finger. "The dead will eventually go on their way, but the living must have something to think about, right? What my mother wants is a son. As an elder brother, I can't give her my biological son back, so I will give her a group of adopted sons. "

He stretched out his palms towards the major and lieutenant, "Remember, after your company and platoon defeat the Japanese, as long as there is still one person alive, wear this ring and go to Gouzi's hometown, find his mother, kneel down and call mother when they meet. , Even if his mother cries, there is someone holding her at her knees, and she can still smell her son. "

Many years later, in a small mountain village in northwest Hubei, five soldiers wearing military uniforms with medals on their chests knelt in front of a thatched house and shouted to an old woman with gray hair in unison!

The old woman looked at the iron ring in the hand of the leading northern man and mourned silently!

There is a tomb on a high mountain!

This ridge is called Tiejie Ridge!

At this time, at the "door bolt" position, Shangguan Yun transformed into a cook and delivered steamed buns and rice soup into the position.

“Brothers, after eating, eat two more mouthfuls, drink a jar of rice soup, and then take a pee, and then you can **** the Japanese all afternoon!” Shangguan Yun's encouragement was never lofty, but extremely simple.

“Haha! Sir, you are right, eat enough to kill the Japanese!”

Soldiers on the battlefield raised their helmets filled with rice soup and clinked glasses, cheering for victory and survival!

It was worth it. There were about a hundred of them, they repelled nearly 20 waves of Japanese attacks and killed more than 400 Japanese invaders. It couldn't be worth it anymore.

ps: Fengyue came back last night and drove 800 kilometers on the highway in one day. Starting from today, 800 will resume updates. I'm sorry, brothers.

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