Rise From Eight Hundred

1:00 a.m. on September 16!

3 kilometers to the side of Falu Ridge, the location is called Xuemo Cliff by the locals!

The name of Xuemo Cliff is said to come from a poet in the Song Dynasty who rode a donkey from Hebei to Shanxi and rested here. It happened to be winter. Looking up, the snow was white in the winter, while the rocks were as black as ink. The white and black were clearly distinguished but complemented each other. So he used blood-red ink as ink to write the three big characters "Xuemo Cliff" on the straight, tall and wide black rock wall!

However, after the battle of Falu Ridge, Tang Tuanzuo personally renamed it "Xuemo Cliff"!

Because this place is like a millstone, grinding away the last drop of blood of the besieged 39th Infantry Brigade!

Yang Xiaoshan and Gu Xishui, who went deep into the Japanese position, sent a telegram at 11:30 in the evening: The remains of the fallen air force have been found! However, they found that the Japanese troops in the encirclement were evacuating in an organized manner towards Ceyu Town, with a number of about 700 people, accompanied by a tank squadron, and the guard platoon and reconnaissance team wanted to stop them!

Tang Dao, who had just finished an attack and received a joint telegram from two important generals under his command, frowned and looked at the map for a long time before issuing a military order to agree with the two.

He hesitated for nearly 1 minute before making a decision, which was extremely rare in Tang Dao's entire military career!

You know, this is a battlefield that is almost white-hot. As the highest commander of the Four-Line Regiment, let alone hesitating for a minute, even a second, may cause several soldiers to be injured or killed because of his hesitation.

But Tang Dao had to make a careful choice. First of all, in addition to finding the remains of the heroic pilots who died in battle, Gu Xishui also had a pilot named Shen Chonghai. The First War Zone sent a telegram through the Second War Zone Command to request the Four-Line Regiment and the 17th Division to find him. He was the best friend of the pilot Chen Ping who died in battle. Finding him and escorting him back to Zhengcheng was Chen Ping's last wish!

Leaving him on the battlefield, every extra minute is a risk. Tang Dao knows how precious pilots are. Using the life of a Chinese pilot to exchange for the lives of hundreds of Japanese devils is also a loss-making business, even if there may be a major general or even a major general among the Japanese who want to escape!

Secondly, the 88 people led by Yang Xiaoshan and Gu Xishui are all the elite of his four-line regiment, but because they have to intersperse at high speed, they do not carry any heavy weapons. The largest caliber firearms are only two heavy machine guns MG34 machine guns plus 4 60 mortars. In order to reduce the weight, the shells carried will not exceed 50 rounds!

A light firepower platoon plus a reconnaissance team want to stop a 700 Japanese army escorted by a tank squadron. On any battlefield, it is like an egg hitting a stone.

However, after hesitating for 1 minute, Tang Dao finally agreed, because in the control area of ​​the four-line regiment and the 17th Division, there is a road that goes directly to Ceyu Town, and then from Ceyu Town to the place called Xuemo Cliff.

That means he can drive a tank to support!

"Order Lü Sanjiang to bring his cavalry reconnaissance platoon to support Gu Xishui with me. Tell him to throw away all the useless things and bring a 7mm heavy machine gun to me on the empty warhorse! Bring as many bullets as possible!" Tang Dao ordered decisively.

Speed ​​is of the essence. It takes more than 12 kilometers to bypass Ceyu Town and reach Xuemo Cliff. It is a night march. It takes at least 3 hours for infantry. Only cavalry and tanks can shorten this time by half!

So, an unforgettable scene appeared on this mountain road controlled by the Chinese army. At least 10 soldiers hung themselves on the 89 tanks with ropes. The cavalry in front led the way trotting all the way, and the Japanese 89 tanks carrying most of the infantry squad in the back were roaring and spewing black smoke!

No one knew that the highest commander of the Four-Line Regiment was sitting in this tank, and no one knew what this small semi-mechanical unit of less than 50 people was going to do!

A cavalry reconnaissance platoon of Lu Sanjiang looked like a platoon-level organization, but it was probably the platoon-level unit with the smallest number of people in the entire Sihang Regiment. Including the platoon leader Lu Sanjiang, there were only 25 people and 40 horses!

But the equipment carried by this reconnaissance platoon was absolutely daunting. Each soldier carried an MP28 submachine gun and a Black Star pistol, as well as two MG34 light machine guns and two 60-mm mortars. The 15 horses that were originally used to carry various supplies and equipment were now carrying three 7mm fire groups, three 7mm heavy machine guns, nine members, and nine ammunition boxes.

The 89 tank driven by Tang Dao temporarily became a transport tank, with ten fully armed soldiers hanging on it, and three boxes of grenades hanging on it!

Just at a speed of 10 yards per kilometer on the mountain road, it was heartbreaking to watch. If he accidentally hit the grenade and blew it up, not only would his ten scouts be blown up, but Tang Tuanzuo in the tank would also be roasted.

Don't look at the scouts' courage. Even Ming Yueye, who charged with the enemy's head hanging on his waist, was hanging on the tank and shaking from side to side, and kept hearing the "bang bang" sound of the grenade box hitting the tank body. His face was pale at that time.

No wonder he said he was a Bai people living in Jiangnan. This is really appropriate. He is really white.

After rushing, Tang Dao finally arrived one and a half hours after receiving the request from his subordinates!

Yang Xiaoshan and Gu Xishui are worthy of being two important generals under his command. Tang Dao did not misjudge Gu Xishui and Yang Xiaoshan.

After discussion, the two did not fight with the Japanese army who were eager to flee, but adopted a harassment and delaying tactic!

After the Japanese army left, they continued to harass and attack them with small units in squads. The guard platoon and the reconnaissance squad were equipped with many semi-automatic rifles and had accurate marksmanship that was not inferior to that of Japanese veterans. In the high terrain, they could accurately hit Japanese infantry from 250 meters away.

Moreover, they did not linger in the battle. They often withdrew after firing a magazine of 10 bullets. A round of attack killed and injured more than a dozen Japanese soldiers, or killed a few at least!

On the other hand, the Japanese army, which was eager to escape, although they also divided the front, middle and rear roads, did not have enough scouts to conduct reconnaissance on the cliffs on both sides of the road. Therefore, once attacked, the entire army could only look for shelter and use the accompanying light and heavy tanks to cover the attack site with machine guns and tank guns!

However, it didn't work. The Chinese soldiers divided into four attack teams were like four dog-skin plasters. If you hit me, I will run. If you want to leave, I will come again!

"Baga! Damn Chinese!" This is the most common word said by General Ichizo Koito, who was wearing a corporal uniform and was in the middle of the Japanese army, in the past hour and a half.

Under normal circumstances, he, the commander of the infantry regiment commanding more than 3,800 soldiers, would have to send soldiers deep into the mountains to kill these monkey-like Chinese, but at this time, the great Japanese Imperial Army General Ichizo had no choice but to do nothing!

He knew too well what these Chinese wanted to do. For no other reason, they just wanted to delay until the main force of the Chinese arrived and killed him, the commander of the 39th Infantry Brigade, and the last 700 imperial soldiers.

Yes, by 10:30 p.m., the entire battlefield had been fighting for nearly 5 hours. Although he was extremely reluctant to admit it, the Japanese Army General Ichizo still had to sadly believe that the defeat of the brigade was inevitable.

The requests for help sent back to the brigade headquarters like snowflakes from the front line were not the most important basis for judging failure, but that the battlefield on the right wing had been completely rotten.

When he learned that the enemy had appeared in the mountains and forests around the heavily protected brigade headquarters, he knew that the situation was over!

The 78th Infantry Regiment seemed to be fighting fiercely against the Chinese 17th Division, but in fact it was far less dangerous than the right wing.

If nothing unexpected happened, the blocking position led by the 78th Infantry Regiment could last at least three days.

But the key was that the 77th Infantry Regiment was lame!

It was not that the 77th Infantry Regiment did not work hard enough, but that the enemy was too cunning!

The focus of China's heavy artillery bombardment was often not the high ground with a large number of defenders, but the junction between the high ground, completely cutting off the connection between the high ground, and then the Chinese soldiers launched a four-sided attack on the high ground through these junctions!

And the sad thing is that due to time constraints, the high ground would only build simple trenches facing the Chinese soldiers, and there were no defensive fortifications on the other sides.

Once the protection of the fortifications is lost, the small-caliber mortars equipped by China in large quantities can be called an infantry nightmare!

With one shell, shrapnel and rocks from the Taihang Mountains flew at almost 270 degrees. I don't know how many brave imperial soldiers bled to death in the Taihang Mountains.

The 10 first aid kits carried by an infantry squad are not enough to save one person!

The Chinese tactics of not swallowing the opponent in one bite, but using small forces to divide and surround the enemy on the defense line, are too vicious, just like using a rope to gradually tighten a person's neck, and strangle a person to death without knowing it!

If the fight continues like this, let alone persisting for five days and nights, even this night will not be able to survive.

But ordering the entire brigade to retreat is even more impossible!

As the saying goes, 'a defeat is like a mountain collapsing'. Once everyone starts to retreat, it will easily turn into a big retreat, and completely become a rabbit hunted by hunters in the mountains!

As the man chosen by Kawagishi Saburo, as the successor of Takagi Yoshito, Koito Koichi may not have reached the wisdom of his boss who has already finished his job, but his decisiveness and viciousness are even more than that.

"All brigades, it's time to serve the empire and the emperor, and fight the Chinese to the death!" Li Dengxingyi issued a deafening death order to all the young left-wing officers at the level of infantry battalion commander at around 11 o'clock.

However, the brigade headquarters and its regiment headquarters had quietly gathered before the acting brigade commander issued this order, gathering two direct squadrons and the rest of the troops following the brigade headquarters, a total of more than 780 people, burning documents and carrying equipment, quietly leaving the battlefield and evacuating towards Ceyu Town!

The so-called "sacrifice pawns to save the chariot", as long as the headquarters of the 39th Infantry Brigade is still there, it will not be considered to be surrounded and annihilated by the Chinese, and it can still retain a little face for the division and the front army!

"Gentlemen, we are not deserting from the battlefield, but for the glory of the empire. The brigade flag and the regiment flag must not fall into the hands of the enemy, and the remains of the brigade commander must not fall into the hands of the enemy. We should bear this humiliation to protect the glory of the empire!

When we return one day, we will kill all the Chinese within a radius of 50 miles to avenge our colleagues who died in battle!" Li Dengxing's reason before leaving was high-sounding enough!

If the commander of the 78th Infantry Regiment, who was in a competitive relationship but had been completely abandoned by him, heard this, he might spit in his face: Can you let me do such a humiliating job? I am not thin-skinned!

At this time, any reason is actually not important, as long as it can be used.

Anyway, the remnants of the Japanese army who were eager to escape had tacitly forgotten that the acting brigade commander had not sent a telegram to the division headquarters to tell them to evacuate!

It's right to escape. Those who can escape are cars, not those soldiers who are still fighting for their lives!

Then, this group of unfortunate kids who had lost their will to fight encountered the sticky tactics!

After a full hour and a half, and after more than a hundred casualties, they only walked a total of 1,500 meters and arrived at Xuemo Cliff!

A Type 89 tank with a white five-pointed star on its turret and a dazzling red sun in the middle blocked the way!

When he first saw this extremely familiar Japanese tank, Miyamoto Momotaro, the lieutenant squad leader of the 39th Infantry Brigade's direct escort squadron, was filled with ecstasy.

It turned out to be an imperial tank. Could it be that the acting brigade commander had also invited reinforcements?

The logic of this psychological source is actually not wrong. There were Japanese troops stationed in Ceyu Town, but with the arrival of the Chinese, an infantry squad in Ceyu Town had been completely destroyed. In the mountains on the right wing of Niangzi Pass, there were only 10,000 people from the 39th Infantry Brigade. More than half of the accompanying tank brigade were still fighting the Chinese in the mountains, and the other half were behind them. What else could this suddenly appearing vehicle be but reinforcements?

But the tank slowly turned the turret, and the 57mm short-barreled gun aimed at the Japanese infantry who were still surprised!

"Baga, impossible!" Miyamoto Momotaro's fear was still gradually solidifying on his face.

"Bang!" A ball of fire came out of the muzzle, which was much brighter than the bright moon in the sky, like the sun rising in the middle of the road.

At least ten Japanese soldiers were turned into flying dancers by this sudden artillery, including a Japanese lieutenant whose head was separated from his body.

Even though his head was spinning in the air, his facial expression was still more shocked than terrified!

The Chinese in North China actually have tanks?

But no matter how much you don't believe it, the facts are in front of you. The 89 tank not only uses the short-barreled gun to spit out deadly flames, but also the two 7mm heavy machine guns equipped are also firing at full force, directly pressing the Japanese vanguard who want to escape on both sides of the mountain road, and they dare not move.

Although their rifles and machine guns are also firing, the thick-skinned 89 tanks don't even dodge. Wherever they are shooting happily, they turn the turret and fire a shot at that place!

"Fantastic! It's so cool!" Deng Guihai shouted loudly in the stuffy tank compartment. "Lao Hei, load the shells!"

"Fuck, I'm a captain, who are you calling Lao Hei, a little corporal! If you don't call me commander, you can call me Brother Zhou!"

Lao Hei's eyes almost rolled up.

However, looking at Tang Tuanzuo who kept reporting the position and adjusting the car body through Xia Dayu, the reconnaissance company commander who was forced to be an ammunition man did not express his crazy complaints in his heart.

The crew of this tank has a high standard. This boy with a great gun will surely be promoted in the future. Hei is Lao Hei!

Hei, who had already taken off his military uniform and revealed his muscles, worked hard to load the shells from the ammunition depot!

"You, you still have tanks?" Shen Chonghai, who was lying in the forest, looked at the 89 tanks that were firing fiercely under the flares, with a dull face. "But, this tank underestimated the enemy too much. There are seven or eight tanks behind the devils."

Gu Xishui's reconnaissance team and Yang Xiaoshan and his guard platoon, whether in terms of equipment, individual soldier numbers or tactics, made Shen Chonghai feel unreal this night.

With 80 to 800 and a group of tanks, they killed nearly a hundred enemies, and their own losses were only in the single digits!

If the Chinese army was at this level, could the Japanese still fight to central China? They were amazing to be able to land in Songhu.

I thought that this group of elites among the elites was already powerful enough, but the Four-Line Regiment refreshed his three views again. A tank that should have been captured from the Japanese army blocked the Japanese army's way.

Or, it was almost a show of force to beat the Japanese infantry!

However, what worried Shen Chonghai was that the engines were roaring on the mountain road behind him, and the Japanese tanks were coming up. No matter how you look at it, one tank can't beat seven or eight tanks.

"Hehe! Don't worry, brother Shen, our commander is not only a hero on the ground, but also a tank that the Japanese can't match." Gu Xishui smiled lightly. "By the way, our commander said that he can drive your propeller plane like a toy, and he has driven all kinds of jets!"

"Jet? What kind of plane is that? I will definitely ask your commander for advice someday." Shen Chonghai's eyes began to circle because of this new term that he had never heard of, and he was even more curious about the legendary hero commander.

With only a hundred infantrymen, he fought his way through the battlefield of Songhu, and built an infantry regiment with such combat power. Now he can also drive tanks to kill the enemy. The key is that his subordinates are not panicked when they see him fighting against many. Any one of these is a god-like person, but it is concentrated in one person. Who wouldn't be curious?

Shen Chonghai, who later became China's first ace pilot, didn't expect that people say "once you meet Yang Guo, you will be ruined for life", and his meeting with Tang Tuanzuo was not much better.

Shen Chonghai, who was fooled by Tang Tuanzuo's big cakes of "jet fighter" and "ground attack aircraft sitting on 30mm machine guns", was also bewildered by the American cowboys on the northern ice field.

However, what Tang Tuanzuo and his car showed to the young and brave Chinese Air Force pilots was not a one-man-stand-across-the-pass.

Instead, it was wretched! Extremely wretched!

The two Type 94 tanks and one Type 89 tank of the Japanese army were the first to kill!

Under the crazy fire of four 7mm machine guns, the White Star tank flew sparks, and then reversed madly, as if it was running away if it couldn't win.

The three Japanese tanks refused to give in. Amid the roar of a group of infantrymen, the Type 89 tank took the lead and fired two shots, both hitting the rocks on both sides of the Type 89 tank, looking very impressive.

The White Star tank backed up in a panic, hitting several small trees in succession and hiding in the forest on one side!

Shen Chonghai couldn't help but draw circles with his eyes again!

This commander Tang doesn't seem to have much courage!

Then, a sudden burst of fire stung everyone's eyes!

Less than 250 meters away from the Japanese Type 89 tank, a 7mm machine gun fired crazily from the flank!

A row of bullet holes with green smoke appeared on the 17mm steel plate armor on the side of the Type 89 tank, as if they had grown out suddenly.

Damn it! It turns out that there are helpers. This is using the body as bait, and then killing the opponent unexpectedly. Shen Chonghai has the urge to give a thumbs up.

Really, compared to the reckless man who would do anything if he didn't agree with something, Commander Tang was definitely a wise man, which was in line with his imagination.

It was only in the subsequent battle that Shen Chonghai realized that he was wrong!

In front of a man like Commander Tang, a wise man can only eat shit! Not to mention the Japanese who were eager to escape and had a buzzing head!