Rise From Eight Hundred

"Fight back on the spot! Squadron, the rear team immediately seizes the high ground!"

A heart-wrenching cry rang out in the bushes.

Yes, after the thick-browed man opened fire, and the crisp sound of the gunshot broke the tranquility of the Shayue Valley, the tactical action of the Japanese Army Captain could definitely be described as "as fast as thunder and lightning to steal a bell".

His signalman saw only a flash of afterimage, and the then highest commander of the reinforced infantry squadron, even his head and buttocks, went into a bush with branches and branches that even pheasants and rabbits had to consider.

Maybe it couldn't stop the Chinese bullets, but it could definitely block some covetous eyes, especially when the mountain road was full of khaki imperial uniforms.

This is also another trait evolved from the Japanese Army Captain who had lost his edge. Caution is just a nice description, but the underlying logic is "I would rather die than die with my friends"!

But this does not mean that he has forgotten his duty as a commander. The gunfire was not dense, which meant that there were not many enemies, so the Japanese army captain lying in the bushes still issued military orders quickly and efficiently.

According to conventional tactics, the front team led by the pig-headed squad leader was attacked, and the two infantry squads in the rear were several hundred meters away from the attack site. Unless the Chinese could ambush hundreds of people on the mountain roads on both sides, it would be easy for nearly a hundred people to climb up and occupy the high ground, and they could also kill all the Chinese on the mountainside or the top of the mountain.

Unfortunately, a loud "boom" sound came from the back, comparable to the explosion of a dynamite pack.

That was made by the friend of the thick-browed and big-eyed man. Seven or eight logs weighing seven or eight hundred kilograms rolled down the mountain with a rumble. It would be strange if the sound was not loud.

That was a weapon used by Yeyue Village to guard the door for more than a hundred years. It was a life-saving tool!

When not in use, the log pile is covered with dead branches, leaves and vines. From a distance, it looks like a pile of rocks covered with vines. You can't see anything unless you climb up.

When it is needed, pull the rope to open the simple mechanism that holds the logs, and the stacked logs will fall down and block the mountain road. After use, they will be put back on the mountain and stuck.

Of course, the ancestors of Yeyue Village were smart enough to know that to attack the invading enemy, placing people on the top of the mountain would only delay the time for the villagers to run down. Therefore, all the mechanisms are placed below 150 meters. This height is enough to gradually accelerate those heavy guys and smash people into meat paste.

In the face of such might, the Japanese army scattered like birds and beasts in an instant, and the scene was very lively. It took more than 10 seconds for the log to roll down the hillside of nearly 200 meters, which was enough for the Japanese soldiers who were running away to avoid it. Except for a few unlucky children who were squeezed into the stream and sprained their feet, the Japanese army basically escaped from the area where the logs hit.

In other words, this wave of rolling logs did not achieve its purpose.

"Yoshi! Pass the order, the rear team continues to go up the mountain, quickly." Haruta Yuwu over there did not hear the screams coming from more than 100 meters away, and he breathed a sigh of relief, constantly observing the top of the mountain and continuing to give orders.

There was a rock as high as a person above his position. Even if there were rocks rolling down, they would basically be blocked or bounced off. This was the reason why the Japanese Army Captain was really relieved.

For the eighty or ninety Japanese soldiers in the rear team of the Japanese army, after the dust cleared, the scene in front of them made them curse "Baga!" involuntarily. ’

Each log was four or five meters long and weighed eight hundred kilograms. They were blocking the mountain road in all directions. People had to climb over them with great effort to get through, let alone horses.

Although the retreat was not completely blocked, it was absolutely impossible to run back from the original route.

Of course, this batch of logs fell down like this, not just to block the retreat of the Japanese army. As the thick-browed man later explained, the ancestors of Yeyue Village did this as a kind of intimidation-type psychological suggestion. This was only the first batch, and there were more to come. If you want to climb up, you have to be careful.

Going up the mountain is not like being at the bottom of the mountain. These big guys rumbled down, and it took time. People on the mountain road had enough time to run back and forth to avoid them. Once they reached the top of the mountain, if they happened to be on the route of people climbing the mountain, the probability of being crushed to death was higher than 70%, unless they were as agile as monkeys in the mountains.

And this is obviously not what the Japanese infantrymen who wear heavy cowhide boots, rifles, helmets and carry weights of more than ten kilograms have.

To put it bluntly, this is just an appetizer on the densely packed traps on the road called Death Road in Yeyue Village, and the real feast is still to come.

Otherwise, everyone in Yeyue Village would not agree to put the ambush site in this area.

It's not just them who want to fight, the ancestors who have worked hard to run Yeyue Village also stand with them.

The Japanese soldiers in the rear team looked at these thick logs with their heads buzzing, but people are creatures! Often they will not give up until they reach the Yellow River.

What's more, they are a group of "elite" Japanese army who have received military orders? How could they be scared by this extremely primitive rolling log?

So, under the cover of four light machine guns and more than twenty rifles, at least 50 Japanese infantrymen, led by a sergeant-level Japanese soldier, marched up the hillside.

Their legs were short, but really strong and powerful. In just a dozen seconds, the Japanese soldiers running in the front had already climbed up the 50-meter-high hillside.

The young villager who was closest to the Japanese soldier, lying in a grass nest and holding a bird gun tightly, could even hear the heavy breathing of the Japanese soldier.

However, under Long Ying's careful training for three years, the Yeyue Village Guards have strict rules similar to those of the army. They are not allowed to attack before their respective captains issue an attack order.

In the past three years, I don't know how many young people have been punished for making this mistake. They have to carry 10 loads of water from the mountain. A load of nearly 100 kilograms of water can make a strong young man exhausted, let alone 10 loads. The taste of ecstasy is scary enough just to hear.

So, no matter how scared he was, the young man held the gun tightly and lay motionless.

"Release the rolling stones!" The voice of the guard captain sounded.

In addition to logs, there are also large stones in this area. There are more than a dozen millstone-sized stones.

Three or four logs and rolling stones rolled down again. The Japanese soldiers stared at the wood and stones jumping in the air and rolling at high speed in the bushes, desperately calculating whether they were on the rolling route of those damn primitive weapons.

The fastest Japanese soldier was like a clumsy but lucky monkey. He just dodged a big stone that was jumping wildly, and then jumped swiftly to avoid a log that was almost rolling past his feet and accelerating.

If he could survive until after the war, this instant reaction would be enough for him to brag for the rest of his life.

However, his good luck ended here.

"Bang!" Then came the roar of the bird gun.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The smoke instantly filled the mountainside, and the 30 bird guns distributed in this area fired one after another.

The killing of the bird gun, which is similar to a spray gun, does not rely on one or two bullets, but a ball of iron sand pushed by gunpowder. The lethality of a single iron sand is limited. This kind of gun is basically used to shoot small beasts such as birds, foxes, and rabbits. To shoot big guys like wild boars and leopards, either 10 bird guns are used to concentrate fire, or the distance is close enough, otherwise it is not as good as a steel fork.

The distance of nearly 100 meters is almost the killing limit of the bird gun. If only one bird gun is concentrated, even with such fragile defense of human beings, it is basically only injured but not dead. It is nothing more than a dozen iron sand embedded in the body. With the guidance of Western medicine to treat in time and dig where the wound is, at most there will be a dozen scars on the body.

But unfortunately, because his target was too obvious, not only the captain of the guard shot at him, but at least five bird guns were also aimed at him.

That really made the Japanese soldier with peach blossoms blooming all over his body, who was hit by at least dozens of iron sand and bleeding, howled and dropped his beloved rifle, covering his eyes and rolling on the hillside.

His eyeball was shot out alive, and he was in great pain and urinated and excreted feces, but he didn't die for a while. He was like a pheasant with a cut throat on the hillside, struggling with the last bit of strength.

If there was a choice, this guy must hope to be shot in the head, at least it wouldn't hurt so much.

The dead are actually happy at this time.

The group of Japanese infantrymen who were alive were the most miserable, because they had to make a choice, whether to lie down and shoot at the group of Chinese who suddenly appeared, or to hide from the logs and stones that were running wildly.

No matter the former or the latter, they would die if they encountered them. The main reason for the choice was that the way of death was more beautiful.

After a Japanese infantryman who failed to dodge was smashed into a paper man by the crazy logs, and the blood splattered more than ten meters away, most of the Japanese soldiers felt that it was more important to preserve the body. Besides, everyone was using single-shot rifles now, so who would take time to pull the bolt?

Who knows, they might not be able to shoot accurately!

Their little brains were indeed very smart, and they made the most correct choice almost in an instant. The only two mistakes were: first, those colleagues who had originally set up machine guns, grenade launchers, and rifles on the mountain road ran away, and no one helped them suppress the Chinese on the mountainside; second, the Chinese not only had bird guns, but also an MG34 machine gun with a firing rate of up to 1,000 rounds.

260 meters away, Zhang Saner, who was wearing camouflage clothes and lying in a concave fortification covered with vines and built of granite on the left side of the mountain road, had already noticed the situation at the back end of the mountain road.

For him, the entire hillside and the mountain road opposite were almost in his shooting range!

Seeing dozens of Japanese soldiers jumping wildly on the hillside to avoid stones and rolling logs, this firepower hand valued by Shen Laoliu would never miss this good opportunity. He pressed his shoulder against the butt of the gun tightly and fired a long burst of more than 20 bullets.

Like a whip, it hit the Japanese soldiers hard, and at least five or six Japanese soldiers fell into the bushes with Xuan'er.

Just now, 30 bird guns concentrated fire, only knocked down 4 Japanese soldiers, and so many rolling logs and rocks only killed 3, but Zhang Saner shot, and killed five or six.

In other words, in this round alone, the Japanese army almost lost a small team!

The Japanese were horrified, and took advantage of the rolling logs and rocks to hide below!

Zhang Saner, who had already exposed himself, no longer hesitated and turned his gun directly to point at the Japanese infantrymen in the front team who were setting up machine guns and grenade launchers and had just fired a few shots and a grenade at the right mountain.

"Da Da Da!" This wave of continuous shooting was so crisp and long-lasting that it lasted for nearly 20 seconds and fired nearly 200 bullets.

Lieutenant Zhu Tou Saburo, who was hiding behind the rocks and roaring back, was heartbroken!

It was not that a bullet suddenly flew from the rear, all colleagues had been prepared for this, but they never expected that the Chinese, who had been attacking with extremely primitive firearms, would have such a terrible machine gun.

The all-out attack from just one firepower point caused more than a dozen casualties on the spot. That kind of firepower density was something he had never heard of in his seven years in the army.

This was not a desperate counterattack by Chinese mountain people, it was clearly the regular army! And it was the elite among the regular army.

Fortunately, there might not be many such elite regular army, at most one infantry squad, which might be the reason why the Chinese mountain people took the initiative to ambush them.

Don't say, Zhutou Saburo actually analyzed the details of the opponent with just a machine gun. This ability value is definitely above that of a captain in the Japanese Army. If he were to be the commander of the Japanese army, it would be estimated that the difficulty would increase exponentially.

You know, Zhutou Saburo is different from the greenhouse flowers like Chuntian Youwu who graduated from the NCO school and became a trainee second lieutenant. He rose step by step from a private to a corporal and then to a sergeant by virtue of his military exploits. Not long ago, he was promoted to a second lieutenant squad leader. He was far superior to his colleagues at the same level in terms of tactics and courage. Otherwise, he would not have made suggestions even though he knew that Captain Chuntian had no intention of causing trouble.

But this extremely important analysis was exchanged for the lives of more than a dozen soldiers under his command. If possible, Zhutou Saburo would rather choose other routes.

"Grenade launcher, south of the left wing, straight-line distance 180, altitude 200, two groups of three consecutive shots, kill him!" Zhutou Saburo, who threw the telescope aside and observed directly with his naked eyes, spent more than ten seconds and finally determined the approximate area of ​​Zhang Saner.

The reason why the telescope was not used was not because the distance was not far enough, but because it was eight or nine o'clock at this time. The rising sun had just jumped out from the top of the mountain, and the sun was shining on the mountain road and the right wing hillside.

The lens of the telescope will form a dazzling spot of light under the reflection of sunlight, even if there is a bush blocking it.

When attacking Niangzi Pass last year, a second lieutenant of the regiment's escort team finally got the opportunity to go to the front line for experience and gilding. Then, the newly promoted lieutenant couldn't suppress his excitement and picked up the telescope in the trench.

The sniper ambushed by the Chinese on the mountain shot him dead from 300 meters away. After inspection, the bullet shot into the eye socket through the telescope tube. It was the dazzling reflection that allowed the Chinese sniper to find the target.

Zhutou Saburo's rich battlefield experience saved his life!

The reason why Shen Laoliu and Zhang Saner chose to be on the left wing was because of the sunlight rising behind them. Even if his scope was covered with camouflage, he would never leave the Japanese army with a chance to easily find him.

But if any Japanese officer dared to pick up the telescope, he would become his prey.

The smoke formed by the concentrated fire of the 40 bird gunners below would be his best cover!

"Fire!" As the Japanese machine gun bullets came over, two consecutive grenade launchers exploded around Zhang San who was holding the machine gun and rolling to avoid it. A captain of the escort team finally issued an order.

40 bird guns fired at the Japanese army more than 100 meters away!

The smoke of the bird guns, which were propelled by black gunpowder, was like a bonfire, becoming the best target for the Japanese army.

The machine guns and rifles quickly counterattacked, especially a 92-type heavy machine gun, which fired a row of bullets.

Even though the 40 bird gunners were required to lie low before the war and found cover for themselves, they were not soldiers after all, and the shooting skills of the Japanese veterans were terrible!

In this round of shooting, more than 15 bird gunners screamed heartbreakingly!

Although they are called young and strong, in the concept of Yeyue Village, as long as they are over 14 years old, they are adults and are eligible to get married and become the head of a family.

Therefore, in fact, among these 400 people, more than 100 of them are only teenagers between the ages of 14 and 18.

Even though the cruel nature has endowed them with a tough character, the 6.5mm Yuzaka bullets equipped by the Japanese army at this time have been improved after the Battle of the Great Wall. After encountering obstacles when penetrating into the body, the bullet armor is opened, causing the bullet to flip, instead of passing through the body straight and smoothly like a few years ago.

The penetrating wound caused by the flip may not be as large as the 7.92mm round-headed bullet made in Hanyang, but it is at least as thick as a wine glass. The intense pain is unbearable even for a veteran soldier like Shen Laoliu, let alone a group of teenagers who are only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Shen Laoliu even saw a teenager who should be only fourteen or fifteen years old being hit by the grenade air wave, and screamed and threw from behind the bunker to the uncovered hillside.

A middle-aged man who should be his relative rushed out of the bunker without hesitation, and threw himself on him, blocking the bullets shot from behind for him.

The area between the two people was only 200 meters apart, and it was so clear that it could not be clearer, attracting the shooting of several Japanese soldiers.

Blood flowers burst out on the middle-aged man's not-so-broad back!

That scene was extremely tragic!

If it weren't for his comrades, no one else could do this except for his blood relatives!

After the war, the two soldiers learned that the boy and the middle-aged man were father and son. The father was shot 14 times and died, but the boy he protected with his life was hit in the head by a shrapnel and even died before him!

But would the father care so much?

At that moment, there was no life or death, only father and son!

Shen Laoliu's eyes turned red!

But he still remained as calm as ice and snow!

The lives of more than a dozen villagers gave him a rare opportunity to fight!

His Czech semi-automatic rifle had 10 bullets, and he had to and could only shoot them all within 10 seconds.

Kill all the six targets he found!

This is beyond his ability. Perhaps only 3 people in the entire four-line group can do it, but he must surpass himself, otherwise, this battle will be even more difficult to fight!