Rise From Eight Hundred

It was early in the morning of early summer. Although it was only 5:30, it was still light and the temperature rose to 20 degrees.

As a new cook, Boss Cao, who fled from Licheng to join the Four Lines Regiment to protect his family's livelihood, had never experienced such a big battlefield before.

Yes, Boss Cao was not a nickname, but the real name of this new soldier who was over 35 years old.

According to his own explanation, the villagers were generally illiterate, and they had to buy a pound of meat to find a local doctor to name their baby. His parents still owed the midwife money for giving birth to him, so they naturally couldn't buy meat to name him. However, Cao Da and Cao Er obviously did not meet the aesthetic taste of his anxious father. As the saying goes, when you reach the end of your rope, you will find another village. The old door panel used to carry his mother to see a doctor appeared in front of his father.

So, seeing mountains as mountains and water as water, his father gave him the name Boss Cao.

Although Boss Cao never had a good day in the next 38 years, and because of the hard life, he looked as old as 40 at the age of 35, which was really old, but Boss Cao was still very grateful to his father.

At least, if he hadn't been named Cao Laomen, it would have been really unbearable.

When Boss Cao signed up for the army, he was asked about his motivation for joining the army. He had three hungry children and a sick wife at home. He was an honest middle-aged man who just wanted to earn the good military salary promoted by the Four-Line Group to support his family.

This wish couldn't be simpler. The recruiting platoon leader who knew his family situation was a little hesitant at first, but in a hurry, Boss Cao picked up the stone mortar used for springing rice in the mountains on the spot. That thing weighed fifty or sixty kilograms, and was lifted above his head by this middle-aged man who was anxious to find a way to make a living for his wife and children at home.

Apart from anything else, this physique is worthy of the name of a boss!

Boss Cao joined the Four-Line Regiment smoothly. He worked very hard in the January recruit training. Whether shooting or endurance, he was at least above average.

However, after a month of ideological classes for recruits, and several times Director Ye Chenghuan came to give lectures in person, when the company commander who came to the baggage company to recruit new recruits asked him why he wanted to join the army, Boss Cao still said that he wanted to earn military pay.

This guy's brain is probably not very flexible. This is basically the unanimous opinion of several company commanders recruiting new recruits, and his age of 35 and 45 years old has no advantage over those young guys in their 20s.

So, Boss Cao, who originally had some strength and good performance in recruit training, went to the front-line infantry battalion such as the Third Battalion, but he was not assigned to the front-line company, but went to the battalion headquarters kitchen squad and became a cook.

Look, all the officers and soldiers of the battalion located in the front position are required to get up at 6 o'clock, but the more than 20 people in the kitchen squad started to get busy at 3 o'clock in the morning.

The breakfast of more than 1,000 people in the battalion all fell on the heads of the twenty or so people. The buns didn't need to look very good, but there must be enough meat inside, and everyone had to have a mouthful of hot meat soup.

Although he didn't know the decisions of the superiors, just from the rich meals in the morning, Boss Cao knew that this morning might be a big battle, unlike yesterday and the day before yesterday, which were mainly artillery bombardments from both sides.

Do you want to ask Boss Cao, who has never experienced such a big battle, if he was panicked? Of course, yesterday the infantry didn't fight much, because the artillery shells from both sides were like rain, and the third battalion sacrificed more than 20 people, including two or three from the recruit company next door when Boss Cao was training new recruits.

Although he was not very familiar with them, he watched the faces that were still youthful yesterday, lying in front of him today. Even the battalion commanders and company commanders standing in front of them took off their hats and saluted, but when he thought that their families could not wait for their sons to come back, Boss Cao felt extremely sad.

Especially when he thought of his two sons, one daughter and his sick wife, who were all waiting for him to go back and bring them rice, flour and money, what would happen to them if he died? Boss Cao didn't dare to think about it.

However, if you take someone's money, you have to do something, even if it means losing your life. Boss Cao, who has not read much, has always been influenced by the Confucian culture of the Chinese nation.

So, Boss Cao carried a full load of 100 kilograms of meat buns to the position of the first row of the seventh company.

That was one of the positions of the entire third battalion at the forefront of the battlefield and closest to the Japanese trenches.

"Dawn! Reply to the command!" Just as Boss Cao carried the load and entered a corner of the trench, a cold voice sounded.

"Kill the little Japanese!" Boss Cao instinctively said the command that the squad leader said before leaving in his own way.

The cold muzzle of the gun came out from the corner without hesitation.

"No, no, it's to destroy the Japanese!" Boss Cao almost peed himself.

"Uncle, replying to a command is no joke. If you were our squad leader, you would have no chance to correct it." A young corporal walked out of the corner of the trench and criticized Boss Cao coldly.

"No, brother, I'm new here, and I get tongue-tied when I'm nervous." Boss Cao hurriedly explained, with a look of grievance on his face: "Also, I'm only 35, I can't bear the title of uncle."

Because he looks old, many people call him Uncle Cao, but Boss Cao still stubbornly believes that he is only ten years older than the young men, but he has not reached the level of a generation. His eldest daughter is only 14 now, right?

"Oh, uncle, you are really mature. You look almost as old as my father. What? Is this the battalion sending us breakfast? What are we having this morning?" The young soldier sniffed and laughed, not knowing whether he was amused by Boss Cao's aggrieved look or attracted by the fragrant smell of the buns in the bamboo basket.

When he heard the soldier asking what to eat, Boss Cao was very proud. He did not correct the young soldier's mistake of calling him uncle. He showed a smug look on his face: "Today! According to the order of the superior, we prepared pork buns for everyone. Not only is there a lot of meat, but it is also all fat stuffing. If you take a bite, it is guaranteed to be full of oil."

"Really? I have to thank the brothers in the kitchen team." The young soldier showed surprise on his face, put his submachine gun behind him, and reached out to take the burden. "Come on, uncle, let me help you. Oh, uncle, you are so strong!"

The young soldier probably didn't expect that there would be so many meat buns in these two boxes. He raised his hand and couldn't lift them up.

"Hehe, big brother, I don't have anything else but a lot of strength. Other platoons need at least two or three people, but one of me is enough for our platoon." Boss Cao couldn't help but feel proud again. "Wait for me, I'll go to the company headquarters and fetch some more meat soup."

When Boss Cao came over with two large buckets of meat soup, sweat dripping from his forehead, the soldiers who were originally sleeping in the trenches had already gotten up, each holding two large buns, eating with their mouths full of oil.

The young soldier who was originally in charge of the guard saw Boss Cao from a distance, and this time he was no longer as cold as before, but greeted him with a smile.

"Brother Cao, you are a celebrity in the recruit company! I heard that you have a record of throwing a grenade 70 meters in a standing position, which is better than me, a two-year soldier! Why did you go to the kitchen squad? How about it, do you dare to show your skills to the brothers today?"

It turned out that the young soldier who took over the burden from Boss Cao felt incredible when he carried the burden, which was more than 100 kilograms. With this kind of strength, he should not be a soldier in the kitchen squad! So, this corporal from the Northeast Army went to ask the new recruits who were added to the platoon. He found out that the old boss Cao was also a celebrity in the recruit company. He had set a record for the number of new recruits throwing grenades during the training of the recruit company.

Actually! A distance of 60 meters is not too exaggerated among the veterans of the Four-Line Regiment. The group of animals in the reconnaissance company even had a record of throwing grenades 80 meters in a standing position. Even that was not the strongest. The pervert Mingxin didn't do it. But according to the veterans' estimate that he could swing a sword weighing more than ten kilograms, Mingxin's arm and wrist strength and the control of the muscles of the whole body by the internal master, throwing 90 meters or even 100 meters is no problem at all.

The current Sihang Regiment has two great martial arts masters, Uncle Han and Mingxin. Mingxin is not to be mentioned, he was a ruthless man who killed nearly 30 Japanese infantrymen alone. Uncle Han has not fought on the battlefield, but in the military training classes for squad leaders of each battalion, he, the director of the military training department, has shown his skills in front of these elite soldiers.

With an ordinary rifle, even an elite soldier can only pierce through an eight-centimeter thick wooden board with full force, but under the hands of a martial arts master like Uncle Han, he did not see how he moved. It was just an ordinary forward stab, and the sharp bayonet actually pierced through three eight-centimeter thick wooden boards. With this force, if it were a human body, I'm afraid that even the barrel would be stabbed into the chest!

And it is said that Tang Tuanzuo even had a real combat example of using a rifle as a mace on the battlefield and beating the Japanese into a short stump.

Therefore, the officers and soldiers of the Sihang Regiment who have seen the power of martial arts are more or less mentally prepared for the actions of the "abnormal" masters.

But a new recruit, an old man, could actually throw a 70-meter throw, which surprised the young corporal. He did not doubt the truth of this. Just by looking at the old man carrying a load of hundreds of kilograms and walking steadily, he knew that he was really stronger than most ordinary people.

As for why such a talent ended up in the kitchen squad, the new recruits also told the young corporal, who was already the deputy squad leader, that Boss Cao stubbornly believed that he was just a "worker" who came for military pay.

Although the current 3rd Battalion has already filled 90% of its troops, due to the limited number of new recruits, there is still a 10% gap from the reorganization plan announced by Commander Tang. Just like the infantry squad where the young corporal was, there was still a shortage of one person.

Naturally, the young corporal fell in love with this old man. Even if his ideological awareness was a little worse, he could be an ammunition carrier! Just look at his strength. In wartime, he can carry at least 30 kilograms of supplies and march, which means he can carry hundreds of bullets and more than 10 grenades for the entire infantry squad.

Moreover, for a young corporal who is a backbone soldier at the grassroots level, poor ideological awareness is nothing. As long as they fight a few battles and experience the bloody battlefield, and a brother sleeping on a bunk bed spills his blood on his face, as long as he is a sentimental person, he will rush over with red eyes to kill the devil who killed his brother.

The young corporal who experienced the battles of Songjiang and Guangde knew this kind of thing very well. Before the battle of Songjiang, he was just a private.

It was not courage that made him a sergeant, but waves of veterans fell in front of him, and he just continued to move forward in the direction they fell.

In the face of the young corporal's kindness, Boss Cao smiled awkwardly, "That was just a training bullet, and it was also a training ground without bullets. Captain Zheng said that even if you can throw 70 meters on the training ground, it will be good if I can throw more than 40 meters on the real battlefield.

By the way, let the brothers drink the broth quickly! This is authentic mutton soup. The battalion commander bought it from a fellow mountain man two days ago. I carried one head alone and walked dozens of miles! "

"Brother Cao, you are so awesome." When the young corporal saw Boss Cao like this, he knew that he had no intention of joining the front-line infantry platoon.

This is just like what recruits say about Lao Cao. He can do anything, but this guy is very stubborn. After others have received ideological education from instructors at all levels, they all clamor to defend their hometown and the nation. This big brother is better. Simply working to earn money to support the family in Hukou.

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp roar was heard in the sky.

"No, the Japanese opened fire!" The young corporal's expression changed, and he turned and shouted toward the trench. "Go into the bomb shelter nearby. If you don't have time, I'll take cover!"

After yelling, he took Boss Cao's arm and threw him towards a corner of the trench.

"No, broth, where's the broth?" Boss Cao struggled instinctively.

That broth took a whole sheep's meat to cook, and the fat sheep weighed 60 kilograms after it was killed, but he had to carry it out of the mountains alone and walked dozens of miles of mountain roads!

It doesn't matter if he is a little tired or a little miserable, after all, the group gives him a small amount of ten yuan a month! You can't waste food, right? If he had this bit of mutton at home, his poor mother might not have hanged herself in the tree behind the mountain in the middle of the night because she wanted to save food for her three children.

When I think of this, Boss Cao is so anxious! It hurts like a split.

Boss Cao was very strong and in a hurry, he threw the young corporal away and rushed toward the dropped soup bucket with hunched waist.

"You're too good to die!" The young corporal who was thrown away threw Boss Cao to the ground with a tiger's lunge.

Then, a huge noise exploded in the ears of Boss Cao, a new cook!

How loud was that sound? Taking Boss Cao’s own feelings as an example, at that moment it was as if Gonggong knocked down Mount Buzhou and the sky collapsed! Then, there was no more sound.

That's because his ears were temporarily deafened at that moment.

The entire earth seemed to be collapsed and shaking. Even in the trench, Boss Cao still felt the earth beneath him shaking. The earth on the trench wall kept falling down and hitting the two of them.

"Cuddle up and try not to let your chest touch the ground." The young corporal came close to Boss Cao's ear, who could hardly hear any sound, roared with all his strength, and took off the helmet on his head and buttoned it to Boss Cao On the head.

Then, he climbed up resolutely, bent over and ran forward.

Boss Cao, who was holding his head in his hands, wanted to ask this young corporal who was at least one round younger than him, shouldn't he be hiding at this time? Why are you running ahead again?

The Japanese chose the timing of their artillery fire very viciously.

At this time, it was the time for the first few positions to have breakfast. Except for a few soldiers who were on guard, everyone else was having breakfast. After being bombarded by the Japanese artillery, it was unclear whether the guard troops on the front positions were enough. I don't even know if the Japanese army will take this opportunity to rush over.

"The devil's devils are really cunning." Leng Feng, who was at the camp headquarters a few hundred meters behind, was alerted by the explosion. He rushed out of the bunker with a telescope and lay down on the trench, watching his front-line position shrouded in gunpowder smoke. He couldn't help but punch the dirt hard.

At this time, Leng Feng was in a state of shock and anger.

The military order from the regiment headquarters was to launch a general offensive at 6:20. At that time, the artillery battalion would first attack the Japanese artillery, and then the infantry would launch an attack. Therefore, Leng Feng notified the officers and soldiers at 5:30 to wake up and have breakfast. Only by filling their stomachs could they Wouldn't it be better to kill the Japanese?

Unexpectedly, the Japanese took the lead in launching an artillery bombardment at 5:45.

No, more specifically a counterattack.

Because, the roar of artillery was also mixed with the roar of heavy machine guns.

This shows that the Japanese infantry started an infantry attack despite artillery fire.

The most advanced positions of his third battalion were only 70 meters away from the Japanese positions, and their strength was only three infantry platoons. Can they stop such a crazy Japanese army?

The Japanese army used a lot of artillery this time. The trenches of the third battalion were 1,800 meters long, almost forming a semi-arc that surrounded the Japanese positions. However, the artillery fire actually enveloped most of the forward positions.

Tang Dao, who was further away, looked at the smoke rising in the distance and frowned fiercely.

He did not underestimate Yamashita, the future 'Malay Tiger', but Yamashita who was forced into a desperate situation was actually better than the 'Malay Tiger' who once traveled hundreds of kilometers alone in time and space to defeat the allied forces of the two French empires where the sun never sets. Still scary.

Yamashita's move almost predicted your prediction. I knew you were going to attack, so I attacked before you did, hitting the unprepared Third Battalion's weak spot hard with a punch.

"Your Excellency, the brigade commander, is indeed worthy of his reputation, and he is indeed an outstanding figure who may be promoted to the chief of staff of the front army." The top commander of the rear wing of the 2nd Mixed Brigade, Yin Tengyoutaizhong, who was watching the battle from a distance with a telescope, showed a smile on his left face and said to him. The immediate boss of this decision was full of praise.

"The Chinese were uncharacteristic of themselves yesterday and last night. They did not use any strange moves or tricks. This shows that they are confident. There is an 80% chance that they will launch a general attack on our department early tomorrow morning. Our department must not sit still and wait for death, no matter what. No matter how great the battle damage is, we must organize a counterattack. While it is still in the preparation period, attack its front-line prominent positions and destroy them. That is the last hope of our department. Mr. Yin Teng, the fate of thousands of officers and soldiers of the brigade, It’s all in your hands.”

Yamamoto said these words when he said goodbye to Yin Tengyangtai who arrived at the Changle Village Brigade Headquarters at 1 a.m.

Even Tang Dao would applaud and look at his opponent with new eyes after hearing these words.

Yamamoto is really a ruthless person. He made Tang Tuanzuo, who rarely miscalculated, predict his prediction and suffered a loss.

However, will the counterattack organized by Yamamoto really attack the front position as he imagined? Not necessarily.

Tang Dao did not underestimate the opponent but was still hit by the opponent. Yamamoto did not underestimate the opponent either, but he still underestimated the strength of the Four Lines Regiment.

The commanders of both sides made a big mistake this morning.

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ps: I came back late today because of something, so I updated a little later than usual, please forgive me!