Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 645

Chapter 645: The Heart of a Warrior!

The Japanese have withdrawn!

When the morning sun shone warmly on the hills, the soldiers on the high ground heard the commanders' notice and rushed to their positions on the top of the mountain to look across.

Sure enough, the Japanese trenches hundreds of meters away were empty.

Outnumbered and outnumbered, they actually repelled the Japanese.

Even if it is only temporary, it is a victory.

Whether it is the Sichuan Army or the Independent Battalion, since the battle with the Japanese army, they have always stood firm and then retreated again and again.

Even though they killed many Japanese soldiers, the country still fell from their hands.

The flourishing Shanghai City was lost, the ancient Songjiang City was lost, and the solid defense lines of Jiashan and Jiaxing were also lost.

Under the power of Japanese artillery fire, it seemed that they would never be able to win.

But now, the aggressive Japanese army actually retreated, after being bruised and **** in front of their position.

The soldiers on the high ground wanted to cheer loudly and raise their guns high.

However, several of their commanders were silent, facing the direction of Highland No. 3, and standing upright.

The soldiers who were originally excited were also silent.

yes! The Japanese army retreated, but it was the brothers who paid for it with their lives. .

Throughout the day yesterday, the fighting on the two Highlands No. 1 and No. 2 was fierce enough. However, because the Japanese army focused their breakthrough on Highland No. 3, almost all artillery was poured into Highland No. 3, so their losses were smaller than they seemed. many.

From the two highlands, no more than 50 seriously injured people were transported to the rear by the evening, and no more than 70 soldiers were killed in the battle.

Although the battle damage was over 100, it was nothing compared to Highland No. 3, which bore 90% of the Japanese artillery fire and nearly wiped out the entire army.

They took the greatest credit for this battle!

Of course, what is more important than this is that the supreme commander did not declare victory, and it was still a battlefield at this time.

Like them, Tang Dao was also staring at Highland No. 3.

Since the death squads completely escaped the Japanese pursuit, he took Gu Xishui and his special operations team to take a small road back to the headquarters because he was worried about the battle on the front line.

At this time, it was only ten minutes since he returned. He had just drank a few sips of hot water and briefly told a few of his colleagues about the results of the night attack.

He was not surprised at all that the Japanese army finally chose to withdraw temporarily.

As long as Kunizaki is not an idiot, the Kunizaki detachment that has lost food supplies will definitely choose to retreat temporarily.

Although this Mouse Mountain blockade only lasted one day, it bought at least three days for Jinling. The soldiers and civilians who wanted to retreat still had enough time to go to Jiangbei through Ma'anshan to Wuhu.

This is why he wants to stop the Japanese army here at all costs.

He wants to fight for more life for the people in that city.

However, the sacrifice was too great. In just one day, more than a hundred people were killed on Highland 1 and 2, and only one person on Highland 3 was able to stand and walk out of the position.

The soldier named Tudou is also familiar with Tang Dao. During the battle of Jiepai Village, he even encouraged him a few words and gave him the medium-sized rifle of his veteran who died in the battle.

But Tang Dao was a little afraid to see him.

Because Tang Dao knows what people are most afraid of on the battlefield.

It is not fear of death, but of loneliness.

All his comrades died, leaving him alone. If the soldier asked him for help, how should he answer?

Most of his comrades-in-arms are still staying in that position!

"Tang Dao, let me accompany you to Highland No. 3 to have a look! Chief Lei and I went up there last night and brought down all the wounded who could be lifted out of the tunnel. But some of the injuries were too serious and could not be saved. "Tantai Mingyue understands Tang Dao and said softly when she saw Tang Dao looking at Highland No. 3.

After the battle last night, Lei Xiong personally led an infantry company to clean up the battlefield during the night. However, because the positions on the highlands had been completely destroyed and the defensive power was completely lost, no troops were sent to garrison.

As for the Japanese army, perhaps because of this, no one visited this silent cemetery again.

Yes, after the shelling in the evening, both China and Japan knew that it was no longer a position, but a cemetery.

A large tomb containing hundreds of Chinese soldiers and nearly a thousand Japanese infantry and cavalry.

Chinese soldiers were on the top of the mountain looking for people on their side who were still alive, while Japanese soldiers were on the slopes and at the foot of the mountain. There was a surprisingly tacit understanding between the two sides, and no one attacked the other. Perhaps, you don't want to disturb the moment of peace of your own victims!

Tomorrow, fight again! Everyone alive should think so.

"Yes! I have to go and see! I have to go and see." Tang Dao looked up at the sky and murmured to himself.

A pair of catkins took the initiative to hold Tang Dao's hand.

Except when the two of them were in private, the reporter from Tantai University had never made such a bold move.

It's not that he's afraid of being laughed at, but that Tantai reporters are very strict about rules. On the battlefield, life and death are all matters, and some affection between children is not worth mentioning.

But now Tang Dao made Tantai Mingyue feel distressed, and she wanted to comfort him.

Because that was the first time that Tantai Mingyue, who was standing side by side with Tang Dao, saw Tang Dao's burning tears.

The Tang Dao in her memory had a cold face when the four elements were in desperate situation. When he returned from the **** battle in Songjiang Cangcheng, he even smiled at her to show that he was alive and well and didn't need to worry. This could be called ruthless on the battlefield. , the tough guy who even ordered artillery fire on his comrades shed tears at the moment when he won the victory in the blocking battle and night attack battle.

She knew that it was not because of the victory, but because of the soldiers and the sacrifice of the soldiers.

All victories are based on sacrifice.

Facing the sacrifice, Tang Dao's eyes filled with tears, but it was extremely rare for him to shed tears as long as he did now.

As a hardened special forces soldier, he rarely gets emotional. Even if a comrade who is as close as a brother dies in his arms, he just sits in silence all night.

The only time he lost control was because the captain ultimately sacrificed his life to cover the retreat of him and his comrades. He sat in front of the captain's tombstone and spent the night smoking, drinking, and shedding tears.

From then on, he became stronger and gradually grew into the sharpest knife in the border military region.

Tang Dao once thought that he had been tempered for thousands of times, and that he would never shed tears easily for anyone in this life. He thought that in this era, he was just a passer-by, he was just a little bug from the sky, and he just came to accompany some great people to experience this. It is a dark but extremely great era for the nation.

Everyone in the world knows that my country is like a sleeping dragon or a phoenix bathed in fire. It cannot be reborn without burning.

It can be burning fiercely, it is endless pain, it is the cycle of life.

That is something that only people in this era can understand.

So, Tang Dao mourned.

When the remnant soldiers on Highland No. 3 used the phone to yell at him hundreds of meters away: "Fire! Fire! Fire at me!" His body and heart were trembling.

From Weidong to Cai Yongguan to Tudou to those ordinary soldiers who could not be named, none of them left their names in the past time and space. Even the fierce battles they once sacrificed their lives for will be lost due to the passage of time. And gradually forgotten by the descendants they once worked hard to protect.

Not many people will remember that time, the magnificent poison, will wipe out everything. Family affection, love, hatred, everything will be annihilated in the singing and dancing.

Do they know they are destined to be forgotten? They know, they know that in such a war, all of them will become nothing more than a string of numbers. Even at such a chaotic moment, as a motley crew, even becoming numbers is just a luxury.

In the future, it would be good to have records of the first part of the 23rd Army fighting the Japanese invaders for several days in the Mouse Mountain area of Guangde.

But they still had no choice but to escape with their lives at the last moment of the battle.

They were able to enter the forest from behind the mountain, and they had done a good enough job. With only two infantry companies, they blocked the attack of more than a thousand Japanese troops and the Jing'an Army. They killed the enemy several times their size. The casualties have already greatly exceeded the casualty bottom line defined by the so-called morale collapse in the Western world.

If they had chosen to retreat in the afternoon, no one, including Tang Dao, would blame them for it, they had done so well.

However, they still chose the last way.

Tang Dao believed that none of them wanted to die, they all wanted to live. Who didn't want to go back and see the parents who gave birth to me and raised me? Who didn't want to hug the children who rarely saw each other? Who didn't want to hug the wife who worked at home to raise the children and support my parents? In arms.

They are all the most ordinary Chinese people. They may have thought about how to give their families a good life, but none of them want to go to death, make their mothers cry blindly, let their children never have a father, and let their wives never have a husband. , the pair of mandarin ducks on the bedside can only become lonely watchers from now on.

But they still chose this way.

Because, otherwise, the Japanese army would easily occupy the position and use it as a stronghold to carry out wanton killings on the other two highlands. They want to hold back the Japanese troops on the battlefield, and use the courage to die together to tell them that the Chinese may be defeated, but they will never lack courage, never.

This is about the persistence of courage, even at the cost of life. At the same time, it is also a commitment to those seriously injured soldiers who paid all their dying efforts: Brother, you have tried your best, but I can't let you live, then use Sacrifice to prove that I will not abandon you! Let us hug each other and lie on the top of this small mountain, pillowing the mountains and rivers of the motherland, bathing in the morning glow and rain, and waiting for the dawn!

Not a passer-by, not a spectator, not an accident. Tang Dao's tears told him that he was in this era. No matter whether he was great in the end or always ordinary, he would break through the darkness with this era and the people of this era. , welcome the dawn.

Those who stand side by side with him are not NPCs in the game, but brothers.

But now, his brothers are gone, lying quietly on the hill that has almost turned into powder.

But as a commander, he must step on it bravely and take them away.

(End of this chapter)

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