Rise From Eight Hundred

When the dazzling light of the flare hit his face, the Japanese army captain actually knew it.

He fell into a trap!

He fell into the poisonous trap of the daring Chinese.

No one would think that the Chinese would dare to do such a "heartless" thing as snatching food from the tiger's mouth under the threat of more than 10,000 troops.

But the Chinese did it.

They did it very resolutely.

There was no firepower test, and they used their ultimate moves right away.

"Da da da!" The crazy machine gun sounded.

In the darkness, five visible red bullet marks suddenly flashed, like five red long whips, fiercely sweeping towards the more than 100 Japanese troops who were hurriedly dodging.

Where the whip passed, blood and flesh flew!

The reaction of the Japanese infantry was actually not slow. When the flare that rose to the highest altitude began to slowly descend, more than half of the infantry had already skillfully lied down and rolled, looking for suitable cover.

However, where they were, there were only bushes and bushes.

There are a lot of stones in Taihang Mountain, but they are also divided by region. This mountainous area is a relatively concentrated gathering place for mountain people because the mountains are not sharp. The land at the foot of the mountain has basically been leveled to grow crops such as corn and wheat.

In other words, the Japanese infantry squadron, which has only more than 130 people left, now hides only by hiding in the bushes that grow branches and leaves wildly in spring, and has nothing to do with the bunker.

But this has no effect on the reconnaissance company's machine gun platoon, which has no scruples about exposing all its firepower points on the side of the battlefield. Two MG34 machine guns with heavy machine gun barrels and three Maxim heavy machine guns are firing at full speed.

The machine gun platoon received an order that all the ammunition they carried this time must be fired within 5 to 8 minutes, and the battle time of the entire ambush battlefield must not exceed 10 minutes.

The two MG34 machine gun teams each carried 2,400 rounds of ammunition and four spare barrels, which was originally the amount for a standard battle. They had to finish all of them within 5 to 8 minutes. The two main machine gun shooters were excited.

2,400 rounds of bullets! Do you know what it feels like to shoot them all out within a few minutes?

Perhaps there is only one word to describe it.

"It's awesome!" The two shooters said to their comrades.

A long burst can actually shoot out 50 rounds of bullets. If it were in the past, the superior would definitely call him a prodigal son.

The machine gun does not mean that the more bullets it outputs at one time, the greater its power. Because of the recoil, too many bullets in a long burst will cause the bullet trajectory to deviate. Therefore, many experienced machine gunners, except for long bursts when they need to deal with enemy charges, mostly use point shooting for the rest of the time, which can ensure both firepower output and trajectory accuracy.

Bullets are bought with money, so it is a waste if Xia Jiba shoots them.

But for the heavy machine gunners, this battlefield didn't really need much precision. The five machine guns only needed to aim at the area of ​​800 square meters where the Japanese infantry were hiding, and they could not get up because of the rain of bullets.

The rest were the scouts and guards.

However, the distance of more than 200 meters was not a big deal for these elite soldiers.

Especially when they were in a high position, the soldiers with semi-automatic rifles and single-shot rifles were stunned.

The shit-yellow uniforms of the Japanese infantry might still be a protective color in the desert, but they should not be too obvious in this area.

"Bang, bang, bang!" After the five machine guns were in full swing for 20 seconds, gunshots rang out from both sides, and the riflemen aimed at the targets they found and fired.

The Japanese Army second lieutenant with a tuft of beard that No-head saw was originally his prey, but as a squad leader, he needed to check the status of his soldiers, and when he turned his head, someone took the lead.

That was an old soldier who had just been recruited from the infantry company in his class. His marksmanship was not very impressive during training, but he didn't expect that he could hit the target with one shot at a range of 230 meters on the battlefield.

"Lao Zhang! Good job!" The old soldier who had shot down the Japanese second lieutenant who had crawled into the bushes gave a thumbs up.

The old soldier, who was only 24 years old but was called Lao Zhang, made a smoking gesture to his young squad leader, and then looked forward again.

That meant that he didn't need any other rewards, just a cigarette after the war.

In just 40 seconds of the opening, the Japanese army lost more than 50 people, of which more than 20 were killed by five machine guns that madly output nearly a thousand rounds of bullets, and nearly 30 people died under the precise shooting of Chinese infantry.

According to statistics, the elite of the Four Lines Regiment who shot with rifles at that time did not exceed 50 people, and fired an average of 6 bullets, with a hit rate of more than 10%.

This is extremely rare on the battlefield that is still in a state of mutual shooting.

You know, people are not dead targets. They can hide and move to dodge. In a simple shooting state, it is basically a dream to kill an enemy with one bullet.

"Machine gunners, grenade launchers, counterattack! Kill their firepower points." The Japanese army captain, who had already hidden in a concave area with his face pressed to the ground, roared heartbreakingly.

Although one squad of his infantry squadron was completely destroyed and two squads were responsible for transporting the wounded, there were still 4 light machine guns and 5 grenade launchers. The Chinese exposed their heavy firepower points without scruples. It looked fierce, but it also provided a target for his infantry squadron to counterattack. It seemed that a lose-lose situation was a good outcome at the moment.

After the crazy harvest just now, the four machine gun teams really didn't suffer any losses. After hearing the squadron leader's order, the four Type 96 light machine guns that were scattered around quickly moved their muzzles and aimed at the flanks.

The clear trajectory was extremely obvious in the dark night, which allowed the two MG34 machine gunners who were firing long bursts and felt sorry for their ammunition to find the specific target. They aimed at the incoming area of ​​the trajectory and fired, fired, fired, and fired.

Using the Type 96 machine gun with a firing rate of 200 rounds per minute and the MG34 machine gun with a firing rate of 1,000 rounds per minute, let alone the Japanese, even the fighting nation who gets excited at every turn would not dare to do it!

The Japanese machine gunners probably also wanted to say: I don't dare, but isn't this for the sake of survival!

So, they all died!

The gun mount of the Type 96 machine gun is more than 30 centimeters high, and the shooter often has to lift most of his upper body. For the MG34 machine gun that can fire nearly 100 rounds per minute in ten seconds, isn't it a dead target?

Even without shooting directly at them, just the ricochets bounced by the stones could kill these unfortunate kids.

As for the Japanese grenade throwers, it was even more miserable. Almost every squad had a precise shooter who was not busy shooting, but quietly observing the battlefield, waiting for the Japanese grenade throwers to appear.

No matter how well they hid, the smoke produced by the grenade throwers could not be hidden! The fortifications where the five machine guns were located were reinforced with stones and camouflaged, unless the Japanese grenade throwers could accurately throw grenades into the fortifications.

But that interval was too narrow, even if the Japanese grenade throwers were awesome enough, it would be impossible without several test shots.

Therefore, the five heavy machine guns were both fire suppression and bait, bait to lure the Japanese grenade throwers to take action.

Only by killing them can the losses be minimized to the greatest extent.

"Bang!" The Tang Dao in camouflage pulled the trigger.

"Kill another one!" Xia Dayu, holding a telescope, clenched his fists excitedly.

This was already the third Japanese soldier shot and killed by Tang Tuanzuo on the battlefield. All of them were grenade throwers. Together with those shot and killed by other shooters, the death rate of Japanese grenade throwers was extremely high.

This resulted in the Japanese grenade throwers throwing no more than 6 grenades in this battlefield where they were completely suppressed.

"Defend on the spot, defend on the spot, and wait for reinforcements to arrive!" The Japanese Army Captain shouted desperately with a face ashen.

After the machine gunners and grenade throwers were killed one after another, he already knew that this battle was a careful layout of the opponent, and the purpose might be to use the lives of these people to stimulate the supreme commander in order to achieve a greater goal.

As a group of people in the game, the Japanese Army Captain could no longer think so far. He just wanted to save his life and survive the battlefield.

Accumulating all his strength to defend and wait for reinforcements may be the only tactic for him to survive.

But, will the Chinese, who carefully laid out this game, give him this opportunity?

The answer is no.

Four minutes after machine guns, rifles, grenade launchers and mortars all joined the battle to suppress the enemy, the front line began to move forward, and the submachine gun soldiers covered the rifle soldiers and crawled forward until they entered the bombing range.

When all the light and heavy firepower of the Chinese side ceased firing, the Japanese army waited not for reinforcements, but for up to 80 grenades. After three consecutive waves of grenades, there was a dense rain of bullets from more than 60 submachine guns on the left and right wings.

The battlefield fell into silence in the sixth minute after the flares rose into the sky.

"After finishing the knife and gun, carry the wounded, do not clean up the battlefield, and evacuate immediately." Lv Sanjiang, who led the team into the Japanese position, took a look at the glimmering light in the distance like stars, and gave a decisive order.

They came quickly and left quickly. In short, they were fast. A group of men like the wind, after harvesting the lives of more than a hundred Japanese soldiers, took long steps and disappeared into the night.

If this were in ancient times, the name of "a gust of wind" would be appropriate.

"Baga! Chinese, all dead." Colonel Yamagata Shinkan of the 123rd Regiment of the 25th Infantry Brigade of the 108th Division looked at the corpses spread all over the ground in front of him, and veins on his forehead bulged.

He was not angry because an infantry squadron was almost wiped out, but when did the imperial warriors become so vulnerable?

From a thousand meters away, the sound of gunfire was heard. The three infantry squadrons that had been on standby in the camp quickly organized their troops and rushed to the battlefield from three directions until they arrived at the scene. It would never take more than 10 minutes.

But even so, except for the corpses and abandoned guns on the ground, there was no Chinese figure at the scene.

In less than 10 minutes, a unit with 140 soldiers could be completely destroyed. How many Chinese were there? Apart from this, no commander could think of any other reason.

Unable to determine whether the Chinese gathered heavy troops to launch a surprise attack, the army major in charge of the three infantry squadrons not only did not dare to lead the troops to pursue, but also immediately fired a signal flare to request reinforcements.

Now, Colonel Yamagata, who had slept for less than two hours and was in command, decisively sent out another infantry battalion.

Nearly 2,000 infantrymen were the limit of the troops that Colonel Yamagata could send while ensuring the safety of the camp. You know, there were nearly 400 unlucky people in the camp who were suffering from diarrhea. Those guys, let alone asking them to hold up their belts to fight, it was a question whether they could stand up and walk a few steps.

The strong force of nearly two infantry battalions gave the Japanese enough courage to pursue the enemy for four or five miles into the mountains. The advantage of having more people, in addition to the large number of people, also made it easy to trample on the flowers and plants in the mountains and step on landmines.

So, except for carrying back a dozen guys who were destined to be disabled, nothing was gained.

Although the reconnaissance company came to this mountain for the first time, they came two days in advance under the leadership of Tang Dao. During the day, they studied the retreat route specifically. In the dark environment, they were not much faster than the Japanese, but they saw a ghost.

So, this is the scene of Colonel Yamagata slapping his thigh and cursing.

He slapped hard, not only did he not hit a mosquito, but he slapped his face red. Who wouldn't be anxious?

But do you think this is the end?

No, there is something worse to come.

The Chinese who escaped actually have artillery and mortars!

Just when the Japanese infantrymen who had been tossing and turning for most of the night took off their heavy leather boots and planned to wrap themselves in blankets and sleep for two hours to make up for their sleep.

"Boom!" A brilliant shell exploded outside the camp.

The Chinese actually bombarded the camp.

Maybe the accuracy was not enough, but it was not a large-scale firework. If you were hit by one, you would die.

All the Japanese soldiers, including Colonel Yamagata who was still in the tent, shrank into the temporary field trenches and watched the shells explode in or around the camp.

So far, according to the intensity of the artillery fire, which was only one round every 20 to 30 seconds, there was at most one cannon, which was not only low in intensity but also not accurate. It was almost certain that it was the legendary Xia Jiba, but this made people more scared. What if they were the unlucky one?

At least, more than 60 to 70 percent of the Japanese soldiers did not have the psychological quality, and they all stared at the night sky while wrapping their small quilts tightly.

Life is more important than sleep.

For a colonel of the 123rd Infantry Regiment who was harassed again, he was really in a dilemma.

Everyone knows that the Chinese 82 mortar has a range of more than 2,000 meters, but because of the mountains, you can't determine the specific location of the Chinese mortar hidden in the dark.

If the artillery fire retaliates, more than 99% of the chances are that it will waste ammunition.

Moreover, this army colonel knows that the reason why the Chinese did this is nothing more than a "strategy to tire the enemy."

This routine is very clear. First, poison the livestock and people to cause diarrhea, and then use the flexible and mobile characteristics of small forces to carry out selective attacks, making the army unable to sleep at night, unable to drink a lot of water and not get enough sleep, which is extremely harmful to human functions and spirit.

But even if he knew, what's the use of it?

If it were a plain, we only needed to send out cavalry to wipe out these annoying mosquitoes, but this is a mountainous area. It is so dark that you can't find anyone by just finding a mountain to hide in, unless tens of thousands of troops conduct a carpet search, but wouldn't that be fooled by the Chinese again?

"Damn it, who initiated this battle? We shouldn't fight in such an environment." The Japanese army colonel had no way to vent his anger, and could only start to curse those senior officials who only knew how to give orders in a warm and comfortable house.

Even an infantry regiment commander is like this, let alone the lower-level infantrymen.

Although no one has spoken the names of General Shanshanyuan and Lieutenant General Shimokumayuan, I don't know how many Japanese infantrymen think that all their female relatives have been greeted.

This morale can be imagined.

Originally, Colonel Yamagata thought he had seen through everything and could endure the Chinese's innocuous harassment, but he finally found that he could control himself but not others.

After several shells exploded in the artillery regiment camp, the highest commander of the artillery regiment finally couldn't help it and ordered the 16 mountain artillery under his command to counterattack in the general direction of the mountains.

"Boom boom boom!" Shells rose from the distant mountains, especially in the dark night.

The power of the 16 mountain artillery is certainly not small. The thunder-like explosions came in the night sky, which was very exciting.

How could the great Imperial Japanese Army allow others to beat it?

But the problem is that you really can't sleep that night. The noise of the 16 mountain artillery concentrated fire, not to mention the thousands of people in the nearest 123 Infantry Regiment, even the Major General Brigade Commander 1,500 meters away stared at the sky with two big eyes.

This meaningless but necessary "artillery battle" was not completely over until the sky gradually brightened.

More than 5,000 Japanese infantrymen had to march into the mountains with their eyes wide open and yawning, vowing to find the "rat" who dared to harass them at night.

Anyone with a little bit of brains knew that if the Chinese were not found, there was a great possibility that the tragedy of last night would repeat itself at night.

Unless they left.

Obviously, the Chinese were smarter than they thought. Except for some broken bushes and leaves that could prove that they really existed, the Japanese army, which mobilized a large army, could not find even a hair of a person.

Moreover, those traces of passage that you can see are not necessarily true. At least 30% of them have infantry mines buried around them.

After tossing for most of the day, the Japanese army, which had penetrated the mountains as far as 6 kilometers, was in vain and had no choice but to retreat.

During the march, you have to drink a lot of water, so on the way back, there were more unlucky people who peed in their pants while walking.

What's worse is that after midnight, those annoying "mosquitoes" came again.

Moreover, it seemed that they fell in love with the 123rd Infantry Regiment and focused on them.

Is there a possibility that it is not because they are unlucky, but simply because a certain colonel is stupid?

This time, the Japanese infantrymen who learned their lesson and stayed in the camp all raised such a question in their minds.