Rise From Eight Hundred

Yes, the initiative is in the hands of the enemy. This may not be the first time that the officers and soldiers of the Four-Line Regiment have encountered such a situation on the battlefield.

If the Japanese army is willing to go all out and suppress the firepower on the top of the mountain with light machine guns and grenade launchers, and more than 20 infantrymen charge without evasion, they will most likely not give the three Chinese soldiers on the top of the mountain too many opportunities.

In fact, the firepower suppression of the three soldiers is too limited, and the casualties caused by the grenade launcher are too terrible. As long as the Japanese army has the courage to sacrifice half of its infantrymen, the battle will not end in more than 5 minutes.

The hammer is back, and it has sent Japanese troops to the second company. The number 50 written on the dark green vest of the hammer with limestone in a hurry by the old abacus shocked everyone.

The second lieutenant of the army was pale at the time.

The battlefield here has not yet completely ended. There are still more than a dozen devils hiding in the valley and resisting stubbornly. Wei Donglai, who received the news, had no expression on his face, but people who knew him could sense his silent anger through his suddenly pursed lips.

This captain was much more decisive than the second lieutenant platoon leader. He did not wait until the battle was over, and immediately called two infantry squads to line up on the other side of the mountain. There was no battlefield mobilization, only one sentence: "Three brothers in my company are under siege by the Japanese invaders and need our support!"

The soldiers who threw away all the baggage and ran silently with only guns and bullets had no time to ask about the details of the battle. All they could do was run, run desperately, and run towards the area of ​​the three brothers on the rugged mountain road.

During training, the speed of 24 minutes for a five-kilometer cross-country race in full armor was not enough.

The breath was already filled with the smell of blood, and the lungs were dry as if a fire was burning, but it was still not enough.

The lives of the three brothers might be at their feet. If they arrived one second earlier, they could save them.

On that small battlefield, the Japanese took the initiative, but for the Chinese soldiers, never giving up and abandoning was their response to this.

Hammer had done his best. The straight-line distance between the two battlefields was 900 meters, but this was a mountainous area, not a plain. The distance of going up and down the mountain was actually more than 1,600 meters, and there were rugged rocks and cliffs everywhere in the mountains, but it only took 5 minutes.

Although it can't speak, the animal's sensitivity can make it feel the tension of its companions, which is the tension that only comes when facing terrible threats.

Hammer is an ordinary guard dog, but it is a guard dog reborn in the flames of war. Maybe its wisdom is not high enough, but in its little head, it will never forget the moment when it was tied up by a person wearing "shit yellow" clothes and was about to be killed and eaten, and the tall figure rescued it.

The ancestor of the dog is the wolf, one of the most vengeful creatures on this continent.

Because of the survival instinct on the battlefield full of dangers, the guard dog awakened the ancestral gene and hated the "shit yellow" with a clenched tooth.

Even if the four claws have been cut by the sharp edge of the stone and bleeding, even if there is no fishy saliva dripping from the long tongue.

After taking a few gulps of the water fed to it by the second lieutenant platoon leader, Hammer suddenly turned around and stood up, running back the way he came before the medic wanted to use alcohol to disinfect and bandage his paws.

Because of fatigue, or perhaps because of the injuries on all four paws, Hammer's speed was far slower than when he ran, but he was extremely determined. He turned a deaf ear to the soldiers' calls and quickly disappeared into the forest.

Because those companions in blue military uniforms were all tall companions, and it had to protect them, which was its duty.

A dog is always loyal to its friends, even if it loses its life!

Hammer's thinking was not that complicated.

His companions had indeed reached a life-and-death moment.

The Japanese grenade throwers were very cunning. Yin Tengyangtai's death by one shot brought them not only pain and despair, but also a reminder. Reminding them that there was an enemy with extremely accurate shooting skills on the mountain.

Not everyone has the shooting skills to hit a person's head with one shot at a distance of 250 meters, and the target is still moving, which ordinary imperial veterans cannot do.

The Japanese grenade throwers rarely exposed themselves. They hid themselves behind rocks, carefully observed the battlefield in the cracks of rocks, and fired grenades at the position where the Chinese fired.

Yang Bicheng fired twice, but only injured one person, and hit a stone with one shot, allowing the Japanese grenade thrower to dodge narrowly. The goal of killing the enemy with one shot was not achieved, and at most it could only contain the enemy, so that the grenade thrower who was cautious could not shoot so accurately.

But this obviously could not reduce the pressure on the two companions.

While Lao Suanpan and Tu Dou kept changing their positions to avoid the grenade thrower attack, the Japanese army had reached the foot of the mountain and began to attack upwards after paying four more casualties.

However, the three light machine guns of the Japanese army seemed to have discovered the soft underbelly of the Chinese defenders on the top of the mountain, and began to continuously fire at the two points that posed the greatest threat to their infantry, attempting to suppress the firepower continuously, so that the two could not even lift their heads.

If the Japanese army went up more than 20 meters, they would enter the blind spot of the shooting hole and would have to lie on the fortifications and shoot downwards, which would undoubtedly be extremely dangerous.

"Potato, throw me a grenade." Following the roar of Lao Suanpan, Potato and Lao Suanpan detonated several grenades beside them and quickly threw them down.

At least two Japanese soldiers were injured by the grenades and rolled down the mountain screaming. The Japanese soldiers looked for cover one after another, and the speed of attack temporarily slowed down.

However, the two sides of the hillside defended by the two men were obviously too wide. The four grenades thrown by each man only caused the casualties of two people. This was because they brought a lot of extra grenades with the help of Hammer, otherwise the two soldiers would not dare to be so extravagant.

But even with such extravagance, the suppression force was still not enough.

"Potato, give me strength, throw the grenade higher for me." Yang Bicheng, who had not provided fire support to the two men, suddenly shouted.

"Okay!" Potato lay on his side behind a sandbag fortification camouflaged with bushes, took out a grenade, pulled off the pull ring, and threw the grenade far down the mountain with a grinning hand.

The sweat on his forehead flowed down the boy's dirty cheeks.

It was not because of fatigue, but pain.

There was a scarlet blood on his thin shoulders.

The Japanese grenade launcher fired at least a dozen grenades, and finally achieved results.

The flying grenade was not fast enough for the vigilant Japanese soldiers to see its flight path clearly, and the Japanese soldiers around the path were so scared that they lay down to avoid it. They just watched the grenade fly over their heads and fall to the foot of the mountain more than ten meters away.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

Just above their heads, the grenade exploded.

A scream rang out, and at least three Japanese soldiers rolled on the ground in pain.

It turned out that Yang Bicheng actually shot the grenade in the air, giving the Japanese an artificial flower shower.

The killing range of the shrapnel of the air-burst bomb has long been proven in actual combat, exceeding the radius of 3 meters.

However, the burning speed of the fuse is extremely difficult to grasp just right. Unless it is absolutely necessary, the soldiers of the infantry squad are prohibited from keeping the grenade in their hands for more than 3 seconds.

But the precision shooter's shot solved this worry.

"Fuck, Brother Chengzi, this works!" Potato was dumbfounded, and then he grinned and laughed: "Haha, where can you hide now? Brother Chengzi, watch out, I'll throw a few more."

Potato was happy, but Lao Suanpan's brows were quietly frowning.

This is not like Yang Bicheng's style.

Even if his magical shot just now killed three people, there are still nearly 20 Japanese infantrymen. After taking precautions, no matter how well the two people cooperate, it is estimated that the effect will not be as good as before.

As a precision shooter in the infantry squad, Yang Bicheng's role has never been to kill a large number of people, but to lurk and kill the most threatening targets in the position.

Yang Bicheng exposed himself like this, perhaps indicating that he has lost confidence in killing threatening targets and turned to killing ordinary targets to support his comrades.

This is not only dangerous, but more terrifying is that the Japanese grenade throwers will continue to pose a threat to the high ground.

There is another possibility, he just wants to expose himself and attract threatening targets, so that he has a chance.

The possibility of the latter is very high!

But that undoubtedly put him in extreme danger, more dangerous than before.

A fishhook may catch a fish, but the bait is always the first to be eaten.

Yes, as a squad leader, Lao Suanpan knows his brothers in the squad very well.

After blowing up one of the grenades dropped by Potato again and turning a Japanese infantryman into a blood gourd, Yang Bicheng re-aimed the muzzle of his gun more than 200 meters away, with a cold face.

He fired two shots in a row, and the Japanese grenade thrower who had been looking for him should have determined his position! And where he was, there were big rocks blocking both sides, and the grenade thrower had to adjust its position to hit him.

He was like a fisherman, the fishhook had been thrown out, and it depended on whether the Japanese would bite the hook.

It was just that the bait hanging on the hook was himself.

That was what his brother had done before, and the Japanese plane that was fooled was shot down, and many people survived, but his brother died.

This time, it was finally his turn.

At that moment, Yang Bicheng may really understand why his brother was so determined.

Because, in his heart, some things are more important than his own life.

If sacrifice is needed, then, let me do it! I don't want to bear the pain of looking at the bloody corpses of relatives and friends anymore.

For Yang Bicheng, the two damn grenade launchers are not only suppressing, especially the grenade launcher soldier more than 200 meters away, who is definitely a veteran.

He has even basically mastered all the positions on the top of the mountain where he can shoot. Several times, he did not attack the old abacus who was firing, but tentatively shot at the position where he thought the opponent might move in the gap between firing. That's how Potato was injured.

If the Japanese grenade launcher was allowed to attack so wantonly, he might hit the target that time. I'm afraid that without the Japanese infantry attacking the mountain, two of the three people would be finished, and he would naturally not survive if he was left alone.

All the brothers are dead, and Yang Bicheng is the last of the young generation of the old Yang family, but it doesn't matter. After the Yang family is gone, there are still the Liu family and the Zhao family... China's huge population base does not need any family to support it.

Of course, if possible, Yang Bicheng would rather live and survive with his comrades, and he will also send red envelopes to the squad leader's future babies who don't know how many babies he will have!

With the squad leader's appearance, the babies he gave birth to must be ugly too! In the words of Tang Tuanzuo, it is called ugly and cute. Whenever he thinks of this, Yang Bicheng can't help but want to be happy, from the bottom of his heart.

Willing to sacrifice and wanting to continue to live are actually not contradictory.

This point is particularly obvious in this completely transformed accurate shooter.

He is both the bait and the fisherman.

It's just that the grenade of the Japanese veteran who took the bait will kill him first, or he will be faster and kill the other party before the other party kills him.

Both sides compete with speed and luck! It depends on whether Guanyin Bodhisattva will take care of them.

.......

As a grenade thrower who has been in the army for five years, Yaowan Cangjie, who has accumulated merits to the rank of sergeant, is also hesitating.

Ever since the sergeant-level grenade thrower from the 3rd Infantry Battalion was hit in the chest by a bullet from the top of the mountain more than 200 meters away, although he did not die, he could only lie on the stone and survive. He knew that the other side's sharpshooter had been watching them.

As long as he dared to leave the bunker that was enough to cover him and his deputy, the other side would definitely shoot, and the possibility of death was as high as 80%.

If he wanted to stay alive, he had to find the exact location of the Chinese sharpshooter who was comparable to a cobra and blow him up first.

Finally, he found the terrible enemy.

In order to support his companions, the terrible Chinese sharpshooter actually used a rifle to shoot grenades. His shooting skills were more accurate than he imagined.

However, the position he chose was very clever. If Yakumaru Kurasuke wanted to blow him up, he had to move five meters to the left and try to make the grenade's trajectory pass over the big rock.

Therefore, Yakumaru Kurasuke was hesitating. He was afraid that the gunman's eyes were still fixed on him, just like he locked on Chief of Staff Yin Tengyangtai, and shot him to death.

He didn't want to lie on the cold land of China like Junzhongzuo and become a trophy of the Chinese.

Junzhongzuo used his reflex kick to prove to everyone that the noble Junzhongzuo would be as miserable and sad when he became a corpse. The stench from his complete incontinence made it impossible for people to stay in front of his corpse for a long time.

However, the sound of gunfire that had gradually become silent in the distance was like a tightening shackle, constantly reminding the Japanese sergeant that those abandoned colleagues were finished, and countless Chinese were rushing over here. At that time, he and all his compatriots here would really have no way to survive.

Perhaps, those Chinese who felt deceived would hang up the people of every big box nation here, leaving them to the wind and rain, and the birds in this mountain forest might not have to get up early for a long time.

When he thought of this, Yaowan Cangjie's eyes turned cold, and he felt a little bit unable to hold back.

He had to make a choice in the shortest time, whether to take the risk to help his companions kill this terrible Chinese sharpshooter and capture the position, or just stand there, watching the enemy consume his companions bit by bit, and then hide behind the rocks and be shot in the valley by the swarming Chinese like hunting rabbits.

Finally, after more than ten seconds, the clear-headed Japanese sergeant made a helpless choice, he still wanted to live.

Like Yang Bicheng, if you want to live, you have to kill the enemy in front of you, even if it means taking a huge risk.

In life, it is difficult to succeed by lying down. The chosen ones may have it, but it is definitely not the general public.

So, after firing three grenades at the position behind the big rock that he used as a shelter to divert his attention, under the order of Yamaru Cangjie, the grenade launcher ammunition operator left the backpack full of grenades behind, carrying the grenade launcher, first pounced forward, and then rolled sideways, and jumped to another shelter he had chosen with extremely standard tactical movements.

Like Yang Bicheng, Sergeant Yamaru Cangjie also used bait!

However, the bait was his comrade.

The bait was not eaten.

After watching his deputy set up the grenade launcher behind the shelter and continuously fired at the target area with the two grenades he carried, Yamaru Cangjie, who was still hiding in the original position, finally let go of his heart.

Regardless of whether the cold shooter's attention is here, even if he is, he will have to risk being attacked by the grenade launcher. As long as he dares to shoot, the grenade launcher that has locked his position through test shooting will tear him into pieces with grenades.

Besides, how can he determine which one is the shooter and which one is the ammunition holder? It's not like he has a banner with the words "I am the shooter" on his back.

Under normal circumstances, the Chinese sharpshooter who sensed that he was being attacked should have quietly dodged and found a new position!

Yaowan Cangjie has strong enough logical analysis, but he is still cautious. He has the same standard tactical actions as his companions, such as forward lunge and side roll...

That is a technical action trained in ten months and long-term battlefield combat. It is difficult to be more perfect than this.

Then, half a meter before Yaowan Cangjie was about to jump into the bunker.

With a "bang", Yang Bicheng, who was covered with mud and grass clippings and had been lying still, fired a gun.

The strong body of Yamaru Kurasuke collapsed, his hands and feet trembling weakly, as if he could escape and jump into the bunker that could block the bullets if he tried harder.

However, the bullet that penetrated his ribs and chest and took away several lung lobes had made his body weak, and it became extremely difficult to move forward even one centimeter.

"Bang" another shot, the bullet passed through his neck, bringing up a puff of blood.

Yamaru Kurasuke's final struggle was completely silent, and only his dim eyes showed all kinds of unwillingness.

Why? Why did he dare to conclude that he was the second one instead of the first? Why didn't he run away when two grenades had been tested and locked in position? Didn't he know that if he dared to shoot, he would be torn to pieces by the grenades the next moment?

That's because he didn't understand Chinese soldiers, and the soldiers of the Four-Line Regiment.

The soldiers of the Four-Line Regiment never used their comrades as bait.

They would only give their backs to their comrades while standing up to protect their backs.

Or, they would lie in the cold soil, just so that more comrades could continue to live.

The Japanese spent nearly a thousand years stealing the skills of making Tang swords and turning them into samurai swords, stealing the tea ceremony and turning it into tea art, stealing martial arts and turning it into karate, and stealing a lot, but they never really stole the Chinese definition of protection.

That is something that has been deeply engraved in the bones of every brave Chinese after five thousand years of wind and rain. They use this concept to protect family, friendship, love, as well as the country and the nation.

It's just that they don't care about their lives!

Yang Bicheng bet that the Japanese grenade thrower would not turn himself into bait, it's such a simple logic.

He bet right, not everyone has the concept of daring to sacrifice themselves, especially the hierarchical Japanese army. Even in a small group, the ammunition handler as a corporal must obey the orders of the shooter with a higher rank.

Therefore, Yakumarusuke had no choice but to die.

At the moment of death, the Japanese Army Sergeant, who still didn't understand, could only blame his ancestors. The surname "Yao Wan" was really the worst on the battlefield, with no luck at all.

Of course, killing the other side's fisherman was not easy for Yang Bicheng, who used himself as bait, and was also facing the crisis of being torn to pieces by grenades.

The only thing to be thankful for was that he killed the biggest threat to the three people on the high ground.