Rise From Eight Hundred

"Brother Shanzi, promise me one thing!"

After a few seconds of silence, the army sergeant, whose eyes were completely dim, suddenly spoke softly.

"You say." The army captain lowered his head and smoked hard, and answered sullenly.

"You are the company commander. I told the brothers about this matter, but I didn't tell you. You know my wife who hasn't married yet." The army sergeant's swollen and ugly face showed a trace of tenderness when talking about his wife who hasn't married yet.

"Well, I know that Sanni'er from the next village is good-looking and is said to be a good housekeeper. Your child is so lucky to be able to have such a marriage." A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the army captain, but he praised his childhood friend's fiancée.

He knew very well that the marriage was a good one, but whether his good friend could go back alive to get married was still unknown. It's not just whether he can take people to carry his childhood friend back, but his childhood friend's injury makes it almost impossible for him to see tomorrow's sunset. It's a miracle that he can speak now.

"Yes! Sanni'er is famous for her beauty in our area. It is my Sun Dagui's blessing that she likes me." Hearing his friend and superior praising his fiancée, the army sergeant's eyes flashed.

"But I'm afraid I can't go back."

"Brother Shanzi, I know that my injuries are too severe, and even gods can't save me. Even if the brothers drag me back at all costs, I will most likely be a corpse." The army sergeant stretched out his hand and gently shook the army captain's hand.

The hand was very cold! Life was constantly draining from the body of this seriously injured soldier.

"Heipi." The army captain was grief-stricken, his throat choked, but he could not comfort him.

"I just want to ask you, brother Shanzi."

"Don't worry, if you leave, I will treat Sanni'er as my own sister, give her enough living expenses every month, and will never wrong her." The army captain replied solemnly.

"No, Sanni'er is stubborn. She thinks that she is married to me after getting engaged. When you go home to visit your parents, tell her in person that I, Zhou Dagui, had a lover while serving in the army. She has fallen in love with someone else. From now on, she can marry whoever she wants. It has nothing to do with my Zhou family." The expression on the face of the army sergeant was a little distorted, and he was obviously in great pain.

That may not only be physical, but more from the heart.

"Also, let my parents give half of my pension to Sanni'er, as compensation for my regret for breaking off the engagement." The voice of the army sergeant suddenly became weak.

The army captain's eyes condensed, feeling something was wrong, turned his head to look carefully, but saw that the army sergeant had quietly stabbed a bayonet into his left atrium.

"Heipi, are you crazy? Are you crazy?" The army captain's eyes were bloodshot, shocked and regretful, and he rushed over to cover the wound caused by the bayonet, roaring angrily.

His original intention was to come and see his brothers before breaking out, and to say goodbye to his best brothers, but he didn't expect to "force" his best brother to death.

"Brother Shanzi, let me go! That wound is really painful. I have been calling my mother all night. I am afraid that my mother will really hear it and she will feel distressed." The dying army sergeant's eyes have begun to roll up, but his expression is miraculously peaceful.

Perhaps it is because he saw the village entrance that he had been dreaming about again in his dying illusion!

There, there are his parents busy in the fields, his fiancée washing clothes in the yard, a familiar earth cave, and bright sunshine.

Feeling the army sergeant in his arms slowly exhaling his last breath, the whole body suddenly became heavy. The army captain, who was in extreme grief, looked up to the sky, trying his best not to let the tears in his eyes turn into tears and wet his face.

After a long time, the army captain who gently put down the body of his comrade in his arms stood still and saluted to say goodbye. It was normal, but he unexpectedly said sorry.

No one knew why he said sorry, because he was forced by the situation to "force" his closest comrade to death, or because of other reasons. Perhaps no one except the person involved himself knew what he was thinking.

The answer was not solved until a long time later by the soldier Erdan who survived the war.

He said sorry because the army captain knew that he could not personally help his brother to realize his last wish.

Because he could not leave this position.

From the moment he decided to come to the defense cave, he had decided that as a company commander, he would live and die with his brothers who could not leave!

Live and die with this position that buried nearly a hundred of his brothers!

Only in this way can he not live in lifelong guilt.

Death is the most cowardly way chosen by this Chinese soldier to face difficulties.

Indeed, he is a coward. He used the simplest way to avoid the nightmare that may haunt him for the rest of his life.

But who can blame him?

In order for the living to continue to live, as a commander, he must give up other living people. This is a choice he must make.

But should those living people be abandoned?

No!

Then as the commander who made this cruel decision, he chose to accompany them and greet the blood-red sunrise together.

He lived up to everyone and used his young life as a bargaining chip.

Finally, the last 17 soldiers on Hill 7324, led by the last sergeant squad leader, used 10 people to make stretchers with rifles and military uniforms stripped from dead soldiers, and carried the five seriously injured soldiers who were most likely to survive. The remaining 7 people formed a commando team, using the last three light machine guns, two submachine guns, and two Mauser pistols on the position to form the strongest firepower, and charged along the gap in the encirclement that was blown open by 15 minutes of artillery fire!

There was no evasion, except to pick up the gun and shoot, just forward, forward, and forward again.

Dying is difficult, but surviving is not easy either.

This is the battlefield.

The 17 people knew that their lives belonged not only to themselves, but also to their company commanders and the seriously injured brothers who climbed out of the anti-artillery holes and entered the trenches.

They had to live for those who gave up hope of survival, with their responsibilities and their yearning for the future.

They survived and met their own people alive.

The more than 200 officers and soldiers who came to support them at great risk and left their positions saw them. They smiled at first, but they started crying.

The 200 officers and soldiers who came were from the same infantry battalion, and 40 of them were the seeds left by the infantry company. They strongly requested to fight, and were allowed by the regiment to participate in supporting their own soldiers in the battle.

Seeing familiar faces and hearing familiar voices, they would of course smile, but when they asked about other breakout teams in the company, they were told that there was only this team in the company.

Only 13 people were able to break out of the encirclement and arrive here. In the battle to break out of the encirclement, including the sergeant squad leader, another 4 people died on the spot.

Including the 5 seriously injured soldiers still on the stretcher, only 18 people in the company were able to return alive from the high ground in this battle.

And the company, including the captain who refused to leave his seriously injured soldiers, died 84 people! Including the sergeant squad leader, no officer survived, and the highest-ranking officer in the company was a second lieutenant platoon leader who did not go to the high ground.

How could the soldiers not shed tears?

The next day, the sound of gunfire on the high ground told all the evacuated Chinese soldiers that the army captain who chose to live and die with his brothers who could not leave would not die easily.

He could not take his life, but if the Japanese wanted it, they would have to pay the price.

The army captain used the light machine gun, a Mauser pistol and more than twenty rifles left behind to form a defensive position.

The remaining dozen seriously injured soldiers were also defensive points, but what they had to do was simpler than their company commander. They did not need to shoot. Each of them had four grenades tied to their bodies. They only needed to pull the string when the Japanese jumped into the trench near them.

The trenches were full of corpses, both Chinese and Japanese, and shooting the corpses again did not necessarily guarantee absolute safety.

Simple and easy tactics.

Yamamoto was almost mad.

In the six-day and night battle, the Second Mixed Brigade suffered more than 4,600 casualties, of which nearly half were killed, but they only broke through less than half of the Chinese defensive positions.

Even if he changed his tactics on the third day and no longer sent two main infantry regiments, but mixed with the second-line soldiers of the baggage regiment and the engineer regiment to participate in the battle, the main casualties on the battlefield in the next few days came from the second-line soldiers, and his two infantry regiments still had 4,000 infantry available.

But for the Second Mixed Brigade with a total strength of 13,000 people, this casualty rate is actually a loss.

However, Yamamoto knew very well that he could not retreat for the big pie drawn by the commander.

His only hope is to break through this line of defense and kill the more than 20,000 Chinese troops in front of him.

Victory can cover up all ugliness!

But Yamamoto did not expect that the Chinese actually ran away. This was originally a secretly delightful thing. Breaking through the defense line and thoroughly sweeping the Chinese people in the mountainous areas where they could no longer defend themselves was also considered to have completed the combat mission set before the war.

If the merits and demerits offset each other, the poisonous pie might also be able to shine from dreams into reality.

But the Chinese army, which had already begun to evacuate, also used the darkness of the night to cover the remaining Chinese troops on the high ground with artillery fire to escape.

Isn't this too much of a disregard for Yamamoto? How could a proud Yamamoto bear it?

So, under the order of Yamamoto, who was unwilling but secretly delighted in his heart, the Japanese army also counterattacked.

They not only had to pursue and defeat the Chinese army, but also prevent those Chinese who had made them suffer enough from escaping.

So, their combat mission was half completed.

It was impossible to defeat the Chinese army. The Chinese army's evacuation was premeditated. They set up defenses layer by layer and dealt a heavy blow to the Japanese army. The Japanese infantry, who had no air superiority, once again deeply realized that without the help of airplanes, they were really nothing in this mountain.

But they successfully detained some Chinese soldiers on the high ground to evacuate, which was considered to have achieved the wish of a certain arrogant man.

As a result, a scene that shocked the Japanese army appeared. When it was daytime, there were still several Chinese on the high ground who might not be able to retreat because of their firm counterattack. Since they were surrounded and could not leave, they would just stay where they were!

If they wanted to pass, they had to bite hard as before.

Is the brigade commander a pig? Do we have to go and have tea with Amaterasu? I don't know how many Japanese soldiers secretly complained in their hearts.

This battle really chilled the hearts of many Japanese soldiers.

They are not afraid of death, but they really don't want to die.

"Baga!" Yamamoto was so angry that he raised his knife and had an indescribable friction with the saplings in Taihang Mountain.

This was really shooting himself in the foot.

The gunfire on the 7324 high ground did not end until noon.

But this was not the last answer of the Chinese soldiers left on the high ground. The five boxes of grenades that could not be moved were detonated.

Except for the Japanese army, no one knew how the Chinese soldier, who was already covered with gunshot wounds and dying, calmly took the last puff of cigarette and shouted: "Heipi, Zhang Laosan, brothers, go home!"

The white-haired general who was writing furiously in the distance heard the explosion like spring thunder, and then returned to silence, and the pen stayed on the paper for more than ten seconds without moving.

When he lowered his head, the ink words that had been written were faintly soaked.

The general knew that a long list of names would be added to the list of the dead around him.

A few years later, Erdan, who had been promoted to the company commander, did not return home during the family visit holiday, but went to the hometown of the army captain and personally relayed the last words of Lieutenant Zhou Dagui to the woman who was nearly 26 years old but had not yet married.

"Sanni'er, I really want to start a family with you and give birth to a lot of fat babies, but there is no way. Without driving away the Japanese devils, no one can farm and support the family.

I am dying, I hope you can find a good family to marry again, live well, give birth to babies, and let the children burn some yellow paper on my grave to tell me, this is my last wish."

This is not Erdan's tampering, but the last words that the company commander put his gun against the forehead of the sergeant squad leader who refused to accept the order and asked them to write down one by one.

"Whoever survives must take these last words home. This is not an order, but a request. Otherwise, don't mention my name forever." The army captain put away his gun without saluting and turned away.

The remaining 17 soldiers, including 5 seriously injured soldiers, saluted with tears.

After all, the army captain didn't want to hurt the heart of the woman who was waiting for her fiancé to return home. If the wedding was gone, the fiancé couldn't be gone either, even if he was dead.

The woman burst into tears. This was the second time she cried after receiving the news of her fiancé's death, because she couldn't stay in grief for a long time. After hearing the news of their son's death, her fiancé's parents were bedridden. As the eldest daughter-in-law of the family, she had to take on the responsibility of taking care of the two elders and her younger brothers and sisters.

Although the 100 yuan pension was delivered two years late, it was at least there, at least it could support the expenses of the whole family for several years.

However, she couldn't fulfill her fiancé's wish. She became his fiancée at the age of 18, and now it has been 8 years. At the age of 26, she is an older woman in the countryside, and she has the title of a widow. Who would marry her?

No one would marry her, where would the baby come from!

She had a baby. Four years later, Erdan, who had been promoted to the battalion commander of a certain unit of the Chinese People's Army, once again took advantage of the rare vacation to visit his company commander's hometown.

But this time, he did not come alone, but was accompanied by several generals. That was the only request he made after making many military achievements, not wanting money, not silver, and even not wanting to be promoted.

He wanted to fulfill his comrade's last wish.

Zhao Shoushan, who had been promoted to the commander of a certain army, came to propose marriage in person. Erdan used the military salary he had accumulated for several years as a gift, married the elder sister who was already over 30 years old, and recognized six elderly people as his parents.

From then on, he would bear the burden of four families.

Unfortunately, this battalion commander also became a "betrayer" like his squad leader, platoon leader, and company commander.

The happy life lasted only two years, and the rumbling of artillery was heard again in the north of the motherland.

He kowtowed to say goodbye to all the parents, kissed the little face of the fat boy who could only speak, broke away from the hand of his reluctant wife, and boarded the train without looking back, rushing to the snowfield thousands of miles away.

From then on, he never returned.

As a son, husband, and father, he is undoubtedly unqualified, but as a soldier, it has been difficult to be both loyal and filial since ancient times. He has only one choice, to dedicate himself to the country!

Because his squad leader, platoon leader, and company commander once did this.

What he is doing now is just following in their footsteps.

Without using his chest to welcome the enemy's fierce bayonet, and not using his fists to greet the greedy and ugly faces of the invaders, how can his son live in peace?

The premise for the dove of peace to soar in the sky is that all the eagles coveting this sky must be killed!

Hundreds of thousands of Chinese soldiers may have thought so when they fell on the snowy plain one after another!

Many years later, the white-haired woman once again sent the young man in green military uniform and stepped onto the green train with tears on her cheeks.

That was the third time in her not-so-long life. No one returned in the first two times. What about this time?

Fortunately, his fathers and grandchildren exchanged their unyielding spirit and lives for the peace. For decades, no major country dared to act rashly. The only clown, the rising China, just waved its strong arms and hit them with two hooks on the left and right, making their parents unrecognizable.

For decades, they could not turn over.

As a wife, the white-haired woman shed tears!

As a mother, she finally welcomed her son back with a smile!

The fat boy's fathers and grandchildren did not sacrifice in vain.

They should also be smiling.

But, in heaven.

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PS: What about this chapter! Fengyue felt that it was okay, but there was still a little gap from what I imagined. I hope it will improve later!