Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 113 A farewell that I can’t get used to

 A colonel and a lieutenant.

In this way, we returned to the wing headquarters amid the mutual **** of "hugging and hugging" in the **** sunset.

The two battle reports from the two major infantry battalion captains who reported casualty figures three times in a row even though they did not directly disobey the order and asked to withdraw, were lying alone on the conference table.

  The two captains and deputy captains of the 36th Infantry Regiment did not even look at the battle report that made their eyes bloodshot. They did not even look at the battlefield where the battle was still taking place.

Two consecutive days of fighting have fully proved that these two people and the three infantry captains under their command are super idiots. The eldest brother, let alone the second brother, don't blame the third brother. A full infantry regiment was tricked by a few cobblers. I made a plan and only half of the people were left playing.

The last battle report from the two majors had made it very clear. As of half an hour ago, leaving aside ordinary soldiers, two lieutenant-level squadron leaders had died in the battle, four lieutenant-level squadron leaders and squadron deputy officers, and two second lieutenants. Not to mention the squad leader, the number of people who are still alive is almost as many as the squadron leader.

 At least a dozen Cao chiefs were promoted on the spot, which meant that these "lucky ones" were one step closer to death.

This time, it’s really a big deal.

 The casualties in two days were more than the two months of **** battle in Songhu.

Wakibajiro, whose eyes were already dull, knew that his end was doomed. Whether he could return to the island safely to retire would depend on the level of the engineers and soldiers he usually looked down upon.

That had to work, because in order to cover up the sounds from the ground, he had already paid the price of 700 Imperial Army warrior casualties and depleted one-third of the division's current artillery reserves.

Compared to the two Japanese junior officers sitting in the regiment headquarters with their clothes wet with tears, the Chinese defenders were not actually very happy.

It is gratifying to have defeated the Japanese army in countless rounds of strong attacks and killed a large number of Japanese invaders, but casualties are inevitable after all.

 Especially the frontal position of the warehouse, which is mainly taken care of by infantry artillery, is the hardest hit area for soldier casualties.

Ten soldiers from three platoons and one squad were all standing in the room. The smoke on their faces was washed away by sweat, and they were just white and black, like a big painted face.

 But no one cared about this. They all stood up straight and looked at their commander and their brother.

 The chief is squatting and the brother is lying down.

Tang Dao's hand holding the gun was steady, but when he squatted in the room and wiped the blood from Liu Datou's sallow face with his own hands, his hands were shaking slightly.

 In this life, this was not the first time that Tang Dao had lost a comrade in arms. He originally thought that he could face the farewell calmly.

 But only when you caress the cold cheek of your comrade, you will know how painful your heart will be.

As a veteran who once competed with Tang Dao for the position of platoon leader, Liu Datou has extremely rich command and combat experience. He almost has battlefield intuition. Even if he really fights the Japanese invaders to the end, he will still be able to fight to the death. They must be the last ones to die.

 However, he died anyway, on the battlefield during the second day.

 Not because of bad luck, but because of his own choice.

The crazy Japanese tube tube was shot at the grenade like a rain point. There was a flying over the warehouse from the gap of one or two meters, and it was one meter on the side of the Communications Eroya who ran over to pass the order to him.

Without enough time to remind Erya to dodge, the veteran opened his arms and pounced sideways, suppressing the grenade under his body.

The grenade, which was as powerful as a grenade, directly blew up Liu Datou's strong body a full meter high. His entire chest was blown to pieces and his body was even more twisted and deformed.   Sacrifice on the spot.

But his body became the best shield for his comrades. Erya was knocked over by the escaping air waves, but there was nothing serious about him, except that he couldn't cry.

However, the fighting was fierce at that time, and Tang Dao, who arrived after receiving the notice, immediately appointed the deputy squad leader of the first squad to take over the position of squad leader Liu Datou, and ordered the soldiers to move his body to the rest room.

It wasn’t until the Japanese offensive was at its end that they could take the time to see their comrade-in-arms, whom they had only known for two days.

His head, which was originally larger than an ordinary person, was now much smaller. This was due to the massive decrease in blood. The moment the grenade exploded, his originally strong body was riddled with holes and he lost his ability. Seventy percent of the blood in his body caused him to lose less than half of his weight.

 Otherwise, Erya, who was somewhat thin, would not be able to carry his body back to the lounge alone.

"Platoon leader, it was me who killed the squad leader, I was the one who killed him, wuwu!" Erya, whose eyes were already red and swollen, saw Tang Dao holding a white cloth dipped in water and trembling slightly, and couldn't help crying out again. Voice.

With Erya's sadness, the ten soldiers couldn't help but shed tears.

 “Why are you crying! If you died for your country with a broken halberd on the battlefield, why should you return your body wrapped in horse leather?” Tang Dao didn’t turn his head, and his metallic voice was deep. "If my brothers from the third platoon are killed on the battlefield in the future, please don't cry again. The battlefield is the place where tears are least believed."

 “Yes! Platoon leader.” Erya nodded heavily with tears in his eyes.

Tang Dao stopped talking and refused help from others. He wiped the dried blood on Liu Datou's face bit by bit, and then put on a second lieutenant uniform sent by Leng Feng.

That was the military uniform that Liu Datou dreamed of during his lifetime. He did not realize it when he was alive, but now his dream has finally come true.

This is not something Tang Dao and Leng Feng helped him achieve, but he deserves it.

 The Army Lieutenant Colonel announced a military order from the division headquarters an hour ago. All officers and soldiers who died in battle will be promoted to one rank.

 History finally took a small turn because of the arrival of Little Butterfly. In the past, the Japanese army had never launched such a decisive attack, and the defenders of Sihang Warehouse had naturally never endured such great pressure.

 The casualties of the Japanese army were far greater than before, and the casualties in the warehouses also increased exponentially.

Three people from the first company were killed in battle yesterday, and four people from each of the remaining companies were slightly or seriously injured. Compared with the Japanese army, the losses were almost negligible.

But in today's fierce battle during the day, five soldiers of the first company were killed, and three soldiers of the second and third companies were killed. In addition to the wounded artillerymen of the machine gun company, another 18 soldiers were injured by shrapnel or ricocheting bombs.

The number of casualties has exceeded the total number of casualties counted after the entire army of the warehouse defenders retreated to the concession.

 History can no longer be used as the only reference.

Tang Dao's third platoon only lost one person, Liu Datou, who was also the only sergeant squad leader. The other three injured were all minor injuries, which can be regarded as the smallest loss among the three infantry platoons.

Leng Feng's platoon suffered the heaviest losses due to their fierce fighting style. Three soldiers were killed and three were seriously injured. At this moment, he was still guarding his position with red eyes, waiting to retreat three hundred meters away. The Japanese will come again.

Tang Dao helped Liu Datou fasten the buckle, and gently adjusted his well-deserved second lieutenant collar badge. Finally, he stared at the sallow face, covered it with a white cloth, and stood up silently.

Looking back at the soldiers whose faces were stained with sweat and tears, gunpowder smoke, and dust, their eyes were as cold as knives: "How far has the tunnel I asked to be dug been dug?"

 (End of this chapter)