Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 543

Chapter 543 Growth given by the battlefield

Leaving your back to the enemy is the stupidest and saddest way to die on the battlefield.

This most elite infantry squadron belonging to the 23rd Infantry Regiment, which encountered the Second Company of the Independent Battalion head-on, disappeared in such a stupid and sad manner.

Hundreds of Chinese infantrymen chased the Japanese troops who had completely lost their fighting spirit and even ended up not even firing a gun but just running wildly for a distance of 800 meters.

The flares seized from the Japanese army were shot into the sky by the Chinese infantry without hesitation. Even though the running figure of the Japanese army was as agile as an antelope, it could only fall helplessly in the wilderness under the crazy shooting of rifles and submachine guns.

The combination of Yang Bicheng and Wang Changshou, an old man and a young man, was naturally not as fast as the others, but they caught up with a Japanese soldier who was forced to jump into a pond.

There is not much water in the pond anymore. The knee-deep water cannot drown anyone, but it is even more desperate for the Japanese soldiers who are chased to the sky and have no way to go to the ground.

Heavy cowhide boots are good combat boots. The iron soles are not afraid of sharp objects on the battlefield, and they also have the function of keeping warm. However, in the muddy land of Jiangnan with lots of water, they become the biggest burden. .

The Japanese army was marching hard in the pond, in front of two soldiers, an old man and a young man, whose chests were rising and falling violently and breathing like thunder.

The moon just happened to break out of the dark clouds, and the moonlight shone on the back of the Japanese army struggling to move forward. It was not tragic, but a bit desolate.

Wang Changshou pulled the bolt of the rifle and took aim.

The figure of the Japanese soldier who was still struggling to move forward suddenly froze, and slowly turned his head to look at the two Chinese soldiers who had already raised their guns and aimed at him.

The moonlight shone on his dirty face, which was pale!

Wang Changshou's heart trembled violently.

That was a Japanese soldier who was about the same age as Yang Bicheng. He was only twenty-one or twelve years old at most, roughly the same age as his son.

Will his bullets kill a young man the same size as his son? Then, let his body soak in this pond until it rots?

The Sichuan Army veteran who had experienced many **** battles on the battlefield and whose heart had become extremely hardened actually hesitated at this moment, and his hands were trembling slightly.

Yang Bicheng also stared at the Japanese soldier, who was roughly the same age as himself, without moving.

"Hand over the gun and don't kill!" Wang Changshou raised his gun and looked at the young Japanese soldier who turned his head with a miserable expression, but finally did not pull the trigger.

As a veteran, he knew that he had violated the military order issued by Tang Dao before the war. From Songjiang to Jiashan, the Japanese army never left any Chinese prisoners of war, and China did not need them either.

However, in the face of such a young man, he finally relented. Perhaps, if he could catch him alive, the officers could get the information they wanted from him! Wang Changshou, who is already a father, used this reason to convince himself.

“Bang!” The gunshot rang out.

The Japanese soldier's expression froze, and then he collapsed, twitching in the shallow water of the pond, like a loach struggling painfully on a barbecue board.

There was no howling, a large amount of water blocked his throat.

"He has surrendered!" Wang Changshou looked to his side and roared in a rare voice. "He's just a doll!"

Yang Bicheng's Browning pistol was smoking from the muzzle.

Facing the questioning of the veteran who had been protecting him, Yang Bicheng's eyes suddenly filled with tears, but he tried his best to suppress them from flowing down. He responded coldly: "Young people? The Japanese soldiers who insulted my aunt are also young people."

Wang Changshou was speechless.

"And, has he surrendered? His hands have never been raised, and the way he looks at us is still as fierce as a wolf!" Yang Bicheng continued. "He must still have a gun in his hand."

“I don't believe it!” As if to prove that the recruit Danzi was just motivated by hatred, Wang Changshou jumped into the pond and dragged the Japanese soldier ashore who was only trembling slightly and about to die.

The rank on the Japanese soldier's collar badge has been artificially torn off, and it is impossible to know whether he is a private or a first-class private. But the moment he turned his body over, Wang Changshou's eyes widened.

In the Japanese soldier's front waist belt, there was a Southern Type 14 pistol with the safety turned on. If he had relaxed his vigilance a little earlier and waited for the Japanese soldier who he thought had completely given up resistance to pull out the gun and turn around, he might be here. The ones lying down were him and Yang Bicheng.

“The Japanese are all crazy!” Wang Changshou sighed.

"Cheng Wa'er, you are right!" Wang Changshou simply admitted the mistake he made because of his kindness.

Although he participated in the Sichuan Civil War and experienced the **** Songhu battlefield, Wang Changshou was essentially a simple Chinese farmer. They were influenced by traditional Chinese culture and were kind and tolerant at heart.

Like many soldiers with the same background as him, he has not yet realized what kind of war this is. It is an unsolvable battle in which one nation needs to obtain a better place for survival while another nation must protect its own place of survival. .

Both nations have their own reasons for a war. The so-called kindness and tolerance can only become poison on such a battlefield. You can have the so-called glory of humanity, but you can never put it in a robber who killed your brothers and sisters.

What is the reason why the Chinese nation has thrived on this land for thousands of years without being destroyed? Is it poetry etiquette? No, it was the toughness of the Han Dynasty to expel the Xiongnu thousands of miles away after a hundred years of national destiny, the integrity of the hundreds of thousands of Yashan scholars who threw themselves into the sea, and the backbone of the Ming Dynasty that "the emperor defends the country and the king dies."

If you want to fight, I will fight! that is it.

Perhaps Wang Changshou and others still don't understand these principles at this time, but the battlefield is their best classroom, teaching them a vivid lesson.

Tang Dao grew up on the battlefield and learned how to be a better commander. His soldiers also grew up.

Neither the growing veterans nor the new recruits knew that the young Japanese soldier they killed was the third person in charge of the infantry squadron and the captain of the 2nd Infantry Squadron. He looked young, but he had graduated from the sergeant school. For two years, he was one of the most important officers in this infantry squadron.

More importantly, his status is extraordinary, and it would be strange to surrender to the two of them.

In the end, less than ten Japanese soldiers from this unit were able to escape and return to the Japanese garrison.

That was thanks to the arrival of their infantry brigade, but just like that, the second group of the special operations team that sent the warning signal to Tang Dao and others was also in front of more than 600 Japanese troops who came in a fierce manner, 300 meters away. Three consecutive shots knocked down the three "shit-yellow" figures who were running ecstatically under the light of the flares to the ground.

"That was the darkest moment since I joined the army. Three imperial infantrymen were killed by cold gunners ambushed by the Chinese just 50 meters away from my reinforcements! But our army was powerless!" said the then 36th Infantry Brigade. Captain Kei Ikeda, deputy of the 2nd Infantry Battalion of the 23rd Infantry Regiment, recorded his mood at that moment in his march diary with great sadness.

They are no longer reinforcements, but a corpse collection team.

Along the way, there were all the corpses of the brigade. After being collected, there were more than 60 corpses.

When they arrived at the battlefield with the Tang Dao Second Company, they were still stunned even though they had prepared themselves mentally.

Including their captain, Major Morita Shinji, there were more than 120 Japanese infantrymen on the battlefield. Including the previous infantry squadron, which had been strengthened by nearly 20 people, it was almost completely wiped out.

And this is not the final outcome. An infantry squadron over there was besieged by Lei Xiong and Leng Feng. In just 40 minutes, the battle damage rate was as high as 60%. If the infantry squadron had arrived 20 minutes later, they would have been completely wiped out. ending.

The main reason is that Lei Xiong and Leng Feng are really reluctant to waste their troops on this battlefield where they have completely gained the advantage. If they were more ruthless and cold-blooded and willing to pay the casualties of an infantry platoon, the Japanese army in this unit would probably be worse than Tang Dao's. The Japanese army on the battlefield collapsed earlier.

But that was obviously not what Tang Dao wanted to see.

Of course, compared to the three infantry companies that wiped out more than 300 of the 400 Japanese troops, the artillery company, fire support company, and baggage company, the auxiliary units that originally stayed at the rear, had the best performance.

The three squadrons who crashed into the fire net set up by Captain Tietou hardly put up any decent resistance, and were pushed to the ground and rubbed repeatedly.

The poor Sanben Squadron had to face the bombardment of two infantry guns, six 82-caliber mortars and ten 150-caliber mortars.

Eighteen artillery pieces were attacked in two rounds like this, even the most elite infantrymen would probably be confused.

The Sanben Squadron, half of which was directly killed, wanted to run away, but there were three machine guns and six heavy machine guns waiting for them in the rear.

There is no need to use machine guns to annihilate them, just block the way they want to speed up their escape, and the three squadrons are already dead.

The two baggage platoons of the baggage company, who had run out of breath before arriving at the battlefield, almost only fired two shots on average each, and the battle was over.

Tietou's three squadrons completed a feat, and the entire army was in Mo!

An infantry squadron of nearly 200 people, in a small battle in which each side invested no more than a thousand men, not even a single person was left breathing. This may also be an extremely rare scene on the Sino-Japanese battlefield.

At dawn, Colonel Tanigawa Masanori almost lost his breath after receiving the news.

He didn't even see his opponent's defense line, and he was stripped of his underwear halfway through.

Can there be a more tragic night attack than this?

PS: I had various meetings during the day today, and I didn't have time to finish writing the second chapter until I finished class in the afternoon. The update is late, please forgive me! Yesterday I said a few things, and many book friends expressed their opinions. Fengyue will definitely correct it. I also hope that book friends will continue to support Fengyue.

In addition, I would like to continue to recommend the new book "Rising from the Eternal Code" by my friend Kazakh military author 'Doubao Y'. Book friends who like the show can support it.

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