Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 588

Chapter 588 Not yet that age

At about four o'clock in the afternoon!

Li Shoushan, whose continuous attacks were fruitless, finally showed his ferocious face. Regardless of the wounded soldiers in front of the position, he mobilized four Type 41 mountain cannons and a total of 12 92-inch infantry cannons to conduct a saturation bombardment of the left-wing position.

For 40 minutes, the ferocious artillery fire lifted off the dense branches and leaves covering the position, and several trenches were destroyed.

With such intensity of artillery fire, not to mention the wounded and corpses who were only a few dozen meters away from the front-line trenches were blown into pieces and body parts flying all over the sky. Even if there were people inside the trenches, the casualties would be heavy.

Fortunately, before Tang Dao left, he had ordered everyone to withdraw from the trenches and hide on the other side of the ridge, leaving only the heavy machine gun shooters in the heavy machine gun fortifications and a few observation posts.

That was also the first time that the front-line trenches were completely exposed to the sight of the Jingan Army infantry. The trenches dug along the mountain stretched for nearly a kilometer. If you want to cross this mountain ridge to attack the main position of Jiepai Village, you must first occupy this trench. The trench looked crumbling due to artillery bombardment.

Otherwise, they will have to continue taking a detour.

Mountains in the distance that are much steeper than here may be able to be climbed by small groups of troops, but small groups of troops armed with only rifles and other light weapons have been used as **** in the past, but they are only for the Chinese army equipped with machine guns and mortars. Deliver food.

Jing'an Army once again organized three infantry companies with more than 400 people to approach the front line of trenches that was clearly visible.

This time, the frontline commander of the Jing'an Army obviously received a death order and must conquer the enemy's position in one go. The artillery fire had not completely stopped, but gradually became sparse. More than 400 infantrymen began to charge with great strides from 200 meters away.

Two heavy machine guns hidden in the bunker fortifications behind the front line trenches began to roar.

That was the signal to notify the infantrymen hiding behind the ridge.

“Brothers, the Japs are coming up, follow me!” Li Jijin waved his hand without hesitation.

Three infantry platoons resolutely entered the battlefield from various parts of the ridge, braved the artillery fire of the Jing'an Army, jumped into the second-line trenches, and then entered the first-line trenches through the communication trenches.

Amidst the flying artillery fire, at least five or six soldiers were hit by shrapnel and fell into a pool of blood before they could jump into the trench. However, no one helped them. Everyone knew that they did not have time.

Two heavy machine guns may be able to suppress the attacking Jingan Army infantry to a certain extent, but the battle line is too long. Just two heavy machine guns with a rate of fire of less than 500 rounds per minute would be enough to suppress the Jingan Army infantry on a kilometer width. Completely suppress it, it's just a dream.

“Brothers, come with me and carry the wounded!” The second lieutenant of the Sichuan Army watched helplessly as the soldiers of the second company advanced under the artillery fire, and then fell down under the artillery fire. His eyes turned red involuntarily.

With such intensity of artillery fire, sending a large number of soldiers into the battlefield is like committing suicide, so the entire Sichuan Army Camp was used by Li Jijin as a second-line unit. Once the front-line war was urgent, the Sichuan Army Camp had to go into battle.

But watching the soldiers of the Second Company rushing into the artillery fire regardless of their time, they were pressed for time and even ignored the wounded. Those who were a little **** couldn't just watch the wounded struggle in a pool of blood, or even die in the next round of artillery fire.

Sweet potatoes were the first to roll down along the ridge.

The fifteen-year-old boy soldier was actually still scared. He watched the rising fireball blowing up the rocks into pieces. Hiding behind the ridge, he could feel the heat wave coming over him and his face was burning. He could feel his heart almost being crushed even when he was lying on the ground. The trembling earth shook, and he was extremely frightened.

Just like an infantry platoon staying in a wide position before, looking at the enemies rushing up in black, Di Gua was extremely afraid of death.

But why aren't those older brothers and uncles afraid? After receiving the military order, their faces, which were also dark and dirty, were firm and calm. They just tightened their armed belts, checked whether the grenades were inserted tightly and whether the ammunition belts were loose. They turned around and followed their commanders and brothers. Rushing into the fire that could tear them to pieces at any time.

Do they have no parents? Don't they have wives and children? All the questions turned into a blank in the minds of the young Sichuan soldiers the moment they rushed into the artillery fire resolutely.

He could only lie down on the ridge and watch them jump, watch them roll, watch them fall and get up, and those few who could never get up again.

Following the roar of the platoon leader beside him, Sweet Potato jumped out from the ridge. It was almost subconscious. The desire to lift up the brothers or uncles and drag them back to safety was at that moment overwhelming the fear of death. of fear.

The military hat with a cap, the hat -emblem, I don't know where to go in the air waves. It was the first hat in the life of sweet potato. I usually cherish it, but now I can't care.

His body and face were scratched with blood from gravel and bushes. It didn't hurt that much at this time. On the contrary, Digua was filled with joy because he was finally close to a strong brother.

The eldest brother, wearing a dark blue military uniform and a steel helmet, was lying on the hillside. There was not much blood on his body, but his face was a little white, and even the black smoke could not suppress it.

“Big pot, big pot, if it hurts, let me wrap it up for you.” Digua quickly crawled to the injured soldier and said repeatedly.

The wounded soldier's eyes were half open, and he must have fallen into a semi-fainting state. He didn't respond to Digua for a long time, until Digua kept searching for wounds on his body extremely anxiously, maybe because it hurt him. He woke up from the coma, and his eyes were in focus. It took a long time to see clearly the small Sichuan soldier who was sweating profusely in front of him, and he groaned in pain.

"Big Guo, it's great that you're awake. You told me where you were injured. I'll bandage it for you. My platoon leader will immediately bring the brothers down to carry you back. Don't worry." Digua was ecstatic and approached the injured person. Bing comforted loudly.

"Thank you, little brother!" Feeling the care of the small Sichuan army, the wounded soldier felt warm in his heart and struggled to express his thanks in a low voice. "But there's no need to be so troublesome." "No trouble, no trouble! We are all brothers, you don't have to be so polite." Digua shook his head repeatedly. "Don't worry, there are no wounds on your body. You were probably hit by the dog's air. You will be fine soon."

“It's not possible, the guy was bitten by the shell!” Facing the young Sichuan soldier's comfort, the wounded soldier twitched his cheeks and smiled bitterly, trying his best to open his arms.

An extremely hideous wound was exposed in front of Sweet Potato.

What a horrific wound that was. The ribs torn by shrapnel were enough to extend into the entire palm of your hand. From the perspective of the sweet potato, you could even vaguely see the slightly undulating internal organs in the wound.

That's the damage that can be caused by at least a piece of shrapnel the size of a palm.

The reason why Digua had not seen blood before was because a large amount of blood flowed out and then penetrated into the ground. The wounded soldier subconsciously protected himself and used his arms to cover this huge and ferocious and fatal wound.

He can't survive. Even if Di Gua is a newcomer to the battlefield, he knows that it is impossible to survive with this kind of injury.

Tears instantly welled up in Sweet Potato's eyes.

"Don't cry!" The wounded soldier looked at the young Sichuan Army with two lines of tears gushing out. He shook his head with difficulty and looked at his chest, "Take it out for me!"

With tears running down his face, Digua carefully took out a photo from the wounded soldier's pocket.

It was the image of a young and handsome soldier wearing a lieutenant's uniform and a steel helmet, standing straight and holding a submachine gun. Behind him was a window, and some vague buildings could still be seen vaguely.

"This is a photo taken by a reporter from Tantai. If possible, please ask the superiors to send it home for me. My parents want me to stand out most. If you show them this photo, they will be very happy!" the wounded soldier murmured. Talk to yourself. "Little brother, I leave my gun to you to kill the Japanese!"

“I don't want your gun, I don't want it!” Digua burst into tears and shook his head desperately.

The wounded soldier's gun fell two meters away. It was a nearly new medium-grade rifle. At most, I had only seen good guns made in Hanyang, but I had never seen such a good gun before. Who would have said that he would be given such a rifle before? A gun, he could sleep with this gun in his arms every day, and he would be so happy that he would wake up laughing even in his dreams.

But Digua doesn't want it at all now. He just wants this wounded soldier whom he has only seen once to live.

But, I can't live!

The wounded soldier's face became paler and paler. Before the second lieutenant platoon leader crawled over with a few people and a stretcher, he was already silent.

When the greatest desire in the heart is understood, the tenacious vitality will eventually wither in the face of fatal wounds.

Meng Qianqiu, a sergeant of the Independent Battalion, died!

After the Battle of Guangde, the 43rd Army specially promoted Meng Qianqiu to the rank of second lieutenant. His military position finally matched the uniform he borrowed from his superior in the photo.

His mother received a photo of her son two years later and kept it on her chest every day. She died of illness a few months later.

What a mother wants is not that her son will succeed, but all the well-being.

It's a pity that my son hasn't lived long enough to understand his parents, so he doesn't understand.

Even though they have never been parents, they cannot understand the pain parents feel after losing a child.

The pain penetrates to the bone marrow, it would be better if the person who dies is himself.

Digua has the best gun in his infantry platoon.

The blood stains on the gun were stained by Digua, who cherished the gun very much but never wiped it off throughout his life.

The blood in the cauldron seems to be always warm and never cold!

(End of this chapter)

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