Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 1182

Hutuohe This final charge on the battlefield actually lasted less than ten seconds.

This is enough for an infantry company of nearly 150 soldiers in the first echelon to charge to a position 40 meters away from the Japanese trenches.

"Drop a bomb!" Accompanied by the heart-rending roar of the infantry company commander who led the charge, everyone took out the long wooden handle grenades hanging on their bodies, opened the back cover, pulled the fuse, and with the power of running, fired at several people. The Japanese army threw from a simple trench ten meters away.

More than a hundred hand grenades were like more than a hundred small mortar shells, exploding the Japanese trenches and in front of the trenches into smoke. Those outside could not see the inside clearly, and those inside could not see the outside clearly. It's never heard again.

Not only did the constant explosions of grenades cover up the sound of gunfire, but in fact when more than a hundred people reached a distance of 40 meters, it basically declared the demise of the last remaining Japanese army in Shimen in this position.

Of the more than 100 grenades, not many of them actually landed in the trenches, less than 30%. Most of them landed in front of the trenches and became smoke that blocked the Japanese army's shooting sight.

However, the standard long wooden handle grenades copied from the Germanic Empire for Chinese soldiers are not the two standard ones for the Japanese army, but four.

The 12th Division belongs to the Yunnan Army. Although it is not as powerful as the Central Army, its equipment and ammunition are much better than those of the 17th Division and the 921st Division.

The soldiers in the first row threw all four grenades they had into the Japanese trenches as quickly as possible. That was nearly 600 grenades. Even if it was 30%, nearly 200 grenades would explode in the trenches.

The Japanese army has worked very hard to fight for the last time. In just 40 minutes, more than 200 people dug nearly 1,000 meters of simple trenches. However, on average, a grenade explodes at a density of five to six meters. For the Japanese soldiers in the trenches, Undoubtedly tragic.

By the time the first row of soldiers finished throwing the grenades, there was almost no gap. The second row of soldiers had already rushed in, holding rifles with bayonets fixed. They no longer crouched, but stood up straight and followed them. The battalion commander, who was also holding a rifle, charged, running towards the Japanese position as fast as he could in his life.

Speed, on the battlefield, is life!

You can survive by running fast so that the enemy cannot catch up with you. This is the rule of life on the battlefield!

What a walking child, on the battlefield, it's a joke!

When nearly 200 Chinese infantrymen stood upright and ran as fast as they could in their lives, the light and heavy machine guns on both wings responsible for fire cover all stopped firing, and all the machine gun shooters focused their attention on the position shrouded in the light of dawn and gunpowder smoke.

Worrying and looking forward to it at the same time!

As long as they rush through these 40 meters, as long as more than two hundred people jump into the Japanese trenches within five seconds, the lives of the Japanese army belong to their 12th Division.

Some people still fell in the gunfire, but no one was afraid, and some people were even laughing: "Brothers, kill! Kill! Kill! Kill the turtle son!"

The battle in Jindong was too miserable. Although they blocked the violent attack of the Fifth Division, in less than 10 days, their infantry division suffered more than 3,500 battle losses, accounting for almost three-thirds of the entire division. one part.

Let's just say that the 36th Regiment, which was ordered to counterattack Shimen, was actually the 34th Brigade. The 35th Regiment had been completely crippled, with less than 800 people left in the entire regiment. The brigade commander Cun Xingqi had to let it rest, and the 36th Regiment The situation was not much better. Of the original 2,700 people in the group, only less than 1,500 remained.

There was no other way. Brigadier Cun Xingqi had to add all his special agent battalion, guard battalion, and direct artillery platoon to the 36th Regiment, gathering 2,400 people and personally leading this group of "remnants" to Shimen.

As a result, for the so-called "care", the 12th Division and the 101st Division, including the 104th Division, which suffered the worst in the Jindong counterattack, did not get the main attack mission. They basically blocked the outside or eliminated deserters. What do you think of the officers and soldiers of the 12th Division? Can we not hold our breath?

And then I think about my comrades who have been with them day and night. They have never even fired a shot, and they have never even seen the appearance of the Japanese army. Just because of the uninterrupted bombardment of the heavy artillery equipped by the Fifth Division, young lives disappeared in the towering mountains. In the Taihang Mountains, the bright red blood is sprinkled on the rocks of the Taihang Mountains. The flesh and blood blend into the loess of the Taihang Mountains. No matter how hard they are to distinguish each other, the hearts of these soldiers are aching.

How they wanted to fight the Japanese army face to face, even if they shot the bullets in the barrel of the Japanese army and died there.

But in the face of the heavy artillery of the Japanese army, even if their regiment, brigade and division commanders were heartbroken, they could only order their officers and soldiers with red eyes to walk onto the incomplete positions one after another, and then watch them... Wave after wave disappeared on the battlefield.

Finally, God gave them this opportunity. On the last Japanese position, they could face each other, bayonet to bayonet, either you die or I live.

This is actually a kind of happiness! A kind of happiness that is difficult to understand except for soldiers, even if the happiness is very sour!

Passing the first row of grenade-throwing officers and soldiers, led by the major battalion commander, the more than 200 Chinese officers and soldiers walked through the gunpowder smoke and arrived at the Japanese trenches. While holding on to the Hanyang-made rifles, they mustered up their strength to burst out the most powerful roar in their lives: "Kill." !”

What greeted them was not the once ferocious and brutal Japanese invaders, but Japanese troops with less than a hundred troops, dark faces and somewhat dull expressions.

Chinese soldiers are on the trenches, and Japanese soldiers are in the trenches, looking at each other.

The Japanese soldiers' eyes no longer showed arrogance, but deep despair.

The tips of their similarly straight knives were trembling slightly!

The battlefield of hand-to-hand combat is no longer a stage for them to show their bravery, but the final tragedy! "Kill them all!" the major battalion commander shouted with a hint of joy in his eyes!

The men pulled the triggers and shot at the Japanese soldiers.

"Bang bang" The Chinese soldiers did not hesitate for more than a second before collectively pulling the triggers in their hands.

The desperate Japanese troops were also firing.

On and in the trenches, dark blue and khaki colors fell to the ground.

However, no one gave in, even if there was no shelter, even if they knew that they might die at any time in the next moment.

The Chinese and Japanese soldiers looked at each other with stern eyes, and they did not hesitate to pull the trigger and shoot.

When two armies face each other, the brave one wins.

The Chinese soldiers who had empty bullets in their magazines and had red eyes raised their bayonets high and followed their major and battalion commander to plunge down into the trenches. The bayonets and meat were "pop-pop-pop" and the "creeping" teeth-searing bayonet and The sound of bones touching even overshadowed the sound of gunshots at that moment, and at the same time sounded the death knell for the last remnant of the established soldiers in Shimen.

As more and more Chinese soldiers jumped into the trenches, the resistance of the Japanese army became weaker and weaker, until the last scream of despair was reduced to an inaudible gasp by three Hanyang-made bayonets in the trenches. All Japanese troops on the position were wiped out.

On the battlefield, there was a sudden silence, a terrifying silence, except for the heavy breathing sound unique to males that filled the air.

The life-and-death struggle lasted only a minute or two, but it depleted most of the soldiers' physical strength. Many of them were paralyzed the moment they inserted their bayonets into the chests of the Japanese invaders.

“We've won, guys.” The battalion commander, a major who was soaked in blood, looked around at the trenches filled with khaki and dark blue, and murmured to himself with tears rolling down his face.

Then, he jumped out of the trench, raised the rifle in his hand, "Brothers, I have won."

“We won, we won.”

“Mom, we won.”

"Brother Sledgehammer, I have avenged you." Soldiers climbed out of the trenches one after another and stood on the edge of the Japanese trenches they captured. Like their battalion commander, they raised their rifles high and roared to the sky.

They used all their strength, even if their brains were dizzy due to lack of oxygen.

"we won!"

Chinese soldiers hundreds of meters away also raised their hands and cheered together with their colleagues who occupied the Japanese trenches.

Hundreds of Chinese soldiers who had experienced the brutal defensive battle in eastern Shanxi roared wildly in this wilderness!

At their feet were the corpses of 263 Japanese soldiers, which were the best sacrifices they could give to their comrades.

On the other side of the Hutuo River, 1,000 meters away, there were thousands of pairs of eyes in the bushes staring at the Chinese troops celebrating their victory wantonly.

Their number is at least five times that of the soldiers of the 12th Division a thousand meters away. Not to mention killing them all, it should be possible to repel them, but their eyes are full of fear.

“Don't they all say that the Japanese are invincible with equal numbers of troops? Why are they so invincible?” Liu Zhuangfei, who was lying in the grass and watching the entire battlefield with a telescope, almost groaned and asked himself.

"Brigadier Commander, the weather in North China is probably going to change. We have to make plans early!" Liu Fengchi, who was standing by, couldn't hide his excitement in his eyes.

Tang Dao was very trustworthy. At about 3 o'clock in the morning, he ordered the blocking troops in the north of the city to clear a small road, allowing nearly 2,000 people from three battalions of the security army to escape through Shimen.

Liu Zhuangfei was not completely clueless. As a native of Hebei Province, he was very clear about the habits of the Hutuo River. As early as half a month ago, when the Chinese army began to counterattack eastern Shanxi and entered Shimen, he quietly sent people to reed the Hutuo River. There are 20 wooden boats hidden in the ditch.

It finally came in handy during the escape. It took less than an hour to transport all 2,000 people to the other side of the river. They did not immediately flee towards Baoding, but established a blocking position along the Hutuo River!

Of course, there was an intention to prevent Chinese soldiers from pursuing them across the river, and it was more to show the Japanese.

Otherwise, when the Japanese come to investigate, why can your 2,000 security troops escape, but not a single one of the more than 3,000 imperial officers and soldiers in Shimen City? They can fly Liu Zhuang to his death.

Originally, Liu Zhuangfei was still thinking of rescuing the more than 200 Japanese people under his nose. What he thought was that when it got dark and a reconnaissance plane arrived, he would definitely lead his troops to rescue the imperial officers and soldiers. Can be promoted and make a fortune.

As a result, the entire battlefield was over in less than 15 minutes. More than 200 Japanese troops barely made any decent resistance and were eaten clean by an infantry battalion!

This is really Te Liang's magic. You have to know why he, the mountain king who occupies a radius of dozens of miles and has nearly a thousand bandits of all sizes, was recruited by the Japanese army and became the brigade commander of the security army. Wasn't it because he saw an infantryman of the Japanese army with his own eyes? How did the brigade easily defeat an infantry regiment of the Chinese army?

At that moment, he had almost concluded that China could not defeat Japan. If he wanted to save his whole family, he had no choice but to seek refuge with the Japanese.

As a result, his position as brigade commander has not been very popular yet, so why did it turn around so quickly?

If the Chinese army won the battle with 30,000 vs. 3,000, it would have taken advantage of the overwhelming number of people. But what about this battle now?

Liu Zhuangfei himself has made estimates. Even if he uses the 2,000 men he currently has to fight these 200 Japanese, it will probably take at least half a day, and he will have to pay at least twice or even three times the number of casualties.

But according to his visual inspection just now, the Chinese army on the opposite side suffered dozens of casualties, but more than 200 Japanese were completely wiped out.

“Brigadier Commander, do you think we should carry those Japanese corpses back so that we can have an explanation?” the lieutenant colonel's adjutant with a pale face suggested.

"Lift your sister, lift her, carry her back and tell the Japanese, are you just going to watch them being **** to death by the people on the other side?" Liu Zhuangfei forced himself to hide the fear in his eyes, and glanced at his subordinates and confidants: "What happened today?" Even if you don't see it, I'm going to feel bad about it. Also, when you get back, give me the money from the bottom of the box, and I'll give you gifts to save the heads of you bastards!”

"Besides, Fengchi, you handled this matter very well. Don't be your second battalion commander, and be promoted to regiment commander! I'll give it to the commander. But you have to give money too! Those little devils, see you Money is more intimate than seeing mother!”

“Thank you, Brigadier, for your support!” Liu Fengchi was overjoyed. He faced the envious or jealous looks of his colleagues, but showed no expression on his face.

He knew in his heart that this was Liu Zhuangfei's disguised approval of what he had just suggested.

From now on, this person may not only turn a blind eye to the things he does in private, but may also help him fill the holes if there are any omissions.

Tang Dao himself did not expect that the victory he gave to the 36th Regiment of the 12th Division as a compensation would have such a butterfly effect and bury such a big nail in the North China Security Army.

At this time, the North China Security Army only had three brigades and two regiments. This was great. A 500vs300 battle directly cast a psychological shadow on one of the brigades.

And that soldier who was destined to reach a high position in the puppet army in the future but had his nation at heart entered the senior ranks of the puppet army one step ahead of schedule, laying a solid foundation for the future intelligence work of the Four Corps in Hebei Province.

Tang Dao's secret address book contains an additional intelligence agent codenamed "Naoquatian".

"What, the pursuit of the 2nd Battalion of the 36th Regiment took 3 hours and 15 minutes to annihilate all 263 fleeing Japanese invaders! Okay, I will give credit to all the 2nd Battalion. I will personally reward them with 2,000 oceans. In addition, I will promote the battalion commander to lieutenant colonel and concurrently serve as Deputy Commander of the 36th Regiment! "The deputy commander of the 12th Division and the commander of the 34th Brigade who has entered the city is overjoyed!

"Haha! Congratulations, Brigadier Cun! Zhao can't promise anything else. On behalf of the Jindong Frontline Command, I would like to reward your subordinates with 1,000 oceans." Zhao Shoushan, who was talking to Tang Dao over there, couldn't help but hear this loud voice. Smiling slightly, he walked over and promised.

Although Zhao Shoushan was not very familiar with this major general and brigade commander, he also knew that he was a famous general of the Yunnan Army. At this time, he loudly promoted the achievements of his troops, just to take the opportunity to express his dissatisfaction for not receiving the main attack.

"Mr. Zhao, don't get me wrong, I'm just happy, I have no other meaning!" Seeing Zhao Shoushan say this, Cun Xingqi, who had a bold temperament, turned slightly red, feeling quite embarrassed.

“Brigadier Cun, since he has made great achievements in battle, he should vigorously publicize it, why do he have the nerve to say this!” Tang Dao also grinned.

"I would also like to suggest to several officers that in this battle in Eastern Jin Dynasty, each division and regiment should establish several examples based on battlefield performance. For example, if some companies and battalions fought tenaciously, their companies or battalions should be named after the battlefields where they were located, and , give out bonuses to both the dead and the survivors!”

Tang Dao is a combination of the experience of the future Chinese army, but it is not only a spiritual reward, but also supplemented by material rewards, using the power of models and examples to drive others.

After all, if you just rely on the great righteousness of the country and the nation to feed people, sooner or later you will get tired of it!

“Captain Tang has the brains, this is a great move!” Cun Xingqi first gave a thumbs up, then grimaced.

“In the battle of Jindong, half of the two regiments under my command were disabled, and I didn't even have the money to pay the pension. How about using the remaining money as a reward?”

“Brigadier Cun, you have forgotten how much stuff there is over there. As long as you can take it back, it's all money!” Tang Dao smiled slightly and pointed to the Japanese army's baggage warehouse area that had been occupied.

Recovering Shimen is only a spiritual pleasure at best, but there is something that can really make the tens of thousands of troops in the Jindong counterattack feel full.

Even if the theater headquarters were to divide half of it, I'm afraid the stingy old man would turn his thighs purple if he knew what the Japanese army had stored in Shimen, a frontline material base!

Including Tang Dao, everyone underestimated how determined the Japanese were in order to destroy the more than 300,000 Chinese troops in Jin Province.

Just the list of less than one-fifth of the supplies that had just been reported had already made someone like Tang Dao, who had seen the world, couldn't help but be overjoyed.

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