Rise From Eight Hundred

Do I need Tang Dao to explain in detail?

Just from the growing murderous intent, the Major General Brigadier General could understand the intention of the young colonel in front of him.

He actually wanted to fight back!

However, there were nearly 20,000 Japanese troops on the other side. What use would a platoon plus an engineering squad be?

But the Major General Brigadier General did not say a word of persuasion. As a soldier, he could fully feel the firmness in Tang Dao's eyes. Deputy Chief of Staff Tang had made up his mind!

As the deputy chief of staff of the defense zone, he might not be able to mobilize an infantry brigade, but mobilizing a mere guard platoon was enough, not to mention that there were 30 heavy machine guns and 150,000 rounds of ammunition.

It would be better to cross the river and launch a sneak attack at night, so that the Japanese would know that I would not only passively take a beating, but also bite people when the rabbit was anxious. At most, I would lose a guard platoon and let the Japanese feel the deadly danger.

The Major General Brigadier, who had prepared himself mentally, still didn't know enough about Tang Dao. He was about to bet on one of his elite guard platoons to go crazy with Tang, but he saw Tang Dao beckoning an army lieutenant, telling him the key points of night defense for the new recruits, and letting him sit in the regiment headquarters.

Under normal circumstances, this was Tang Dao's troops, and how he deployed and arranged them was none of the Major General's business, but at this moment, the Major General had a bad feeling in his heart.

After a big battle, let alone a mere guard platoon, the loss of a battalion was within the acceptable range of the Major General Brigadier, who had been through many battles and had a hard heart.

But an army colonel-level officer, especially a heroic regiment commander who shone brightly on the battlefield in North China, had to personally rush to an attack battle with a 99% chance of failure, which still shocked the Major General Brigadier.

"Brother Tang, there are many Japanese troops on the other side, you must not take risks!"

The Major General saw Tang Dao, who had finished his duties, take the pistol and a strange-looking iron bar handed over by his orderly, insert them into the gun bag tied to his thigh and the calf strap, and four Japanese melon grenades were hung on both sides of his shoulders. He even began to smear black oil paint on his face

To be honest, he is really handsome and looks very brave, but on the battlefield, this is not what you look at. Even if he is a tough guy who can carry a heavy machine gun, as long as dozens of Japanese soldiers surround him, he will die.

"Don't worry, Brigade Commander Hu, since I am taking the brothers of the 28th Division with me, I will bring them back without missing a single one, even the remains!" Tang Dao grinned.

Major General

How much confidence does it take to dare to say such a thing?

"But please keep my story of leading the troops across the river to attack the Japanese army at night a secret for the time being. Please report to Commanders Fan and Dong 15 minutes after I set off! I promised you the equipment, and I will definitely fulfill it as agreed when my troops return to the war zone. Even if I am not there, Lieutenant Lu will abide by our agreement." Tang Dao said while sorting out his personal equipment. "Is that right, Lieutenant Lu?"

"Two commanders, Lu Sanjiang promises to execute the order of the regiment commander!" Lu Sanjiang stood up straight and promised loudly. "At the same time, I wish the commander commander success!"

The Major General Brigade Commander was speechless. If it weren't for this lieutenant, he would even want to doubt whether this strong lieutenant had been looking forward to Tang Dao's demise so that he could succeed to the position of the supreme commander.

After all, even he, an outsider, thought that Tang Dao was courting death. As a result, both Tang Dao's orderly and this army lieutenant looked like "the Japanese are like chickens and dogs that can't withstand a single blow when their own commander commander takes action."

This is no longer confidence, but arrogance!

But the Major General Brigadier General really couldn't persuade him anymore. Although Deputy Chief of Staff Tang's military rank was lower than his, from the perspective of the defense zone, his command power was much smaller than Tang Dao's.

Especially when Tang Dao took out 30 heavy machine guns to make a point, the feeling of being short-handed was too strong.

So, two hours later, when he saw Tang Dao leading a guard squad equipped with Mauser pistols and submachine guns, and taking the lead in crossing the river from the river 3,000 meters away from the position on three sheepskin rafts, the Major General Brigadier General returned to his brigade headquarters and sent a telegram to the division headquarters to inform him that Tang Dao led his troops across the river to attack the enemy.

The commander of the 28th Division, who was shocked, immediately ordered to stop the action, and then personally led a cavalry platoon to rush from the Tongguan General Command. When he learned that Tang Dao had already landed on the other side and that even the king of heaven could not stop it, the furious lieutenant general almost scolded the brigadier general who was full of grievances to death.

From his perspective, he finally fought a pretty good defensive battle relying on the position, not only defeated the Japanese army's forced crossing tactics, but also killed more than a thousand enemies. As long as he survived this period and waited for the heavy artillery and reinforcements promised by the war zone to arrive, the military merit was almost certain to fall on him.

As a result, his subordinate and Tang Dao were so good that they even made such a scene. The head of a famous colonel regiment commander became a trophy of the Japanese army. I am afraid that the Japanese army would rather use the lives of a thousand ordinary soldiers to exchange for military merit.

It doesn't matter if the military merit is lost, but what's more deadly is that once this news comes out, how much will it hit the morale of the anti-Japanese army and civilians?

It was not wrong, and perhaps even Tang Dao himself did not realize that he had become a banner of resistance in the entire North China battlefield.

Perhaps the Four-Line Regiment he commanded did not have the ability to decide the outcome of the North China battlefield, but his personal influence was already comparable to that of the head of an army. If he died, it would have a great impact on the entire North China battlefield and even the Chinese battlefield.

In order to set an example, he paid a huge amount of publicity, but fame is sometimes a double-edged sword, which can also hurt oneself.

Dong Zhao, who is already a general, knows this situation better than Tang Dao himself.

But at this time, the arrow is on the string and has to be shot. Tang Dao has already gone first, and Dong Zhao cannot say that he will detain the remaining soldiers who have not yet set off.

Three sheepskin rafts can only take one combat squad in one round, and a guard platoon and an engineering squad must be transported in four rounds to complete the transportation.

Fortunately, the Japanese army may not have thought that someone would dare to touch the tiger's butt in an area where they have such a heavy concentration of troops. Even if there are patrols, they are distributed around the field camps. There are no patrols in places like the cold and humid river bank.

When the master arrived, three guard squads had already been transported in front. No matter how unwilling Dong Zhao was, he could only watch the last engineering squad of ten people and 300 kilograms of explosives get on the sheepskin raft to pick up people and quietly row into the darkness across the river bank!

The silent darkness was like the mouth of a beast waiting to devour people. No one knew what the Tang Dao and the 60 soldiers of the 28th Division would encounter this night.

The flames of the bright bonfire were dancing, emitting bursts of warmth and fragrance!

The warmth came from the fire, and the fragrance came from the small earthenware jar hanging on the bonfire!

Major Ishida Takuno looked at the cooked mutton tumbling in the earthenware jar, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece and couldn't wait to put it in his mouth. The hot mutton almost burned his tongue, but the delicious taste instantly filled his taste buds.

The Japanese artillery major closed his eyes with great satisfaction. This is life, isn't it?

As a senior teacher of the artillery department of the Army Officer School, Major Ishida Takuno was considered a wealthy person. He lived his own life in Kyoto. He never thought that one day there would be a transfer order to transfer him from the training ground to the Chinese battlefield, and he was still in such a wilderness.

Damn the imperial bureaucrats, to deal with a small China, they still have to use the imperial heavy weapon of 280MM heavy artillery, and that group of stupid imperial army can't even control this heavy artillery, and they need him, a senior artillery technician, to come from afar to guide!

This is the complaint that Major Ishida often echoed in his heart after arriving in China!

The north of China is really cold, and the cold wind can almost blow into every bone in the body. Even if he tries hard to wrap up his thick woolen coat, he can't stop the invasion of the cold.

So, lighting a bright bonfire in the dark night, boiling a pot of mutton soup, and scalding a pot of sake became the most wonderful enjoyment for the supreme commander of the No. 1 artillery fort in Dashi Village.

The mutton is naturally the trophy of the No. 1 artillery defense team's "hunting" in the Chinese countryside. If Major Ishida hadn't been interested in the women in the Chinese countryside who were wearing homespun cotton jackets and had black faces, there should be a woman to warm his bed at this time.

As for his subordinates who only care about venting their physiological needs, Major Ishida Takuno mostly just holds a contemptuous attitude, but for the sake of morale, he will not stop them.

In such bad weather, he can use delicious mutton to pass the lonely night, and his subordinates can naturally use the way they like.

As for the Chinese, they are just a group of conquered slaves, and their life and death should be decided by their "masters". That is their destiny.

Therefore, even if there are two heart-pounding screams in his ears, the Japanese artillery major who is tasting the freshness of mutton does not care much. That should be the last resistance of the Chinese women who were captured in the artillery!

But it is meaningless. The fate after entering the artillery can only be death in the end. If you don't die tonight, you will still die in the future.

The first military regulation he issued when building the artillery here in Dashi Village is: No Chinese except the Imperial Army are allowed to enter, and those who enter will die!

Ishida Takuno was personally named by Itagaki Shiro to arrive at the battlefield with the 280MM heavy artillery, not only because he was already a well-known artillery expert in Japan, but also because he had enough practical experience to be competent for the construction, defense, and combat command of heavy artillery batteries.

The 280MM heavy artillery battery known as the Oishimura Battery, which was built a week ago, did not disappoint Itagaki Shiro's expectations.

The entire battery not only has a good field of vision, but can also provide artillery support for most areas on the opposite bank, and its own defense is also very good.

The wall fortifications guarding the steel behemoth alone are 10 meters high and 2 meters thick. Even if the shells of the 75 mountain artillery that the Chinese counterattacked occasionally hit it, it could not pose a threat to it at all!

In fact, the 45-man infantry squad deployed around the battery is more symbolic than defensive in the eyes of many people. No one believes that any Chinese army can reach this area.

But Major Ishida still strictly enforced the confidentiality system and did not allow any Chinese to enter the 100-meter radius around the artillery.

However, Major Ishida was also very "humane" to the infantry artillery under his command. When the war was not so intense, he allowed the infantry to "hunt" in the surrounding Chinese villages once a day.

He needed lambs from March to June, which would be the most delicious to eat, and women were just incidentals, which were his rewards for those who were still obedient.

For example, after a day of fierce fighting today, he asked 30 people from the fort defense infantry team to take two artillery teams under his command to set off in the night to 'hunt' new prey. According to his estimation, after today's setback, the lieutenant general's division It is very likely that the regiment commander will increase the intensity of the shelling of the Chinese positions. He and his artillerymen will not have any rest in the past few days.

He raised his hand and looked at the watch made in Germany. It was already 2 o'clock in the morning. The more than 50 people he sent out to hunt had not returned yet. The Japanese artillery major showed a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Did these damn fools get so carried away that they forgot their military order requiring them to return to the fort at one o'clock in the morning?

The sudden anger made the mutton in his mouth no longer taste so fragrant. In addition, there was another whimper unique to human beings before dying. Ishida stood up and shouted in a low voice to his orderly: "Rokuro-kun, you go See if those people from the 1st Battery Team are back, and if they are back, ask them why they didn’t report to me when they came back!”

"I'm afraid they won't be able to come back, Your Majesty Major!" A tall figure appeared in front of the simple wooden door that was suddenly opened.

"Who are you?" Ishida Takuno's eyes suddenly solidified. He had never had such a tall person under his command.

The Japanese Army Major's reaction was definitely not slow. While asking questions, his hand seemed to be touching his waist.

The tall figure was still two or three meters away from him. If he drew his gun fast enough, he would definitely be able to kill the opponent before he got close.

But obviously, the artillery major was fooling around a lot. He had no idea how fast the infantry could advance, and he was the top special forces soldier in the world!

His hand had just touched the gun bag when a huge fist seemed to appear on his face across several meters of void.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

Blood splashes and several granular objects splashed everywhere!

This is the result of Tang Dao retaining five points of strength. If Tang Dao, which has even beaten the helmet, is used with all its strength, the head of the Japanese artillery major who was just tasting the tender mutton can be instantly exploded by a punch. That is not only It was just as simple as a row of teeth being knocked out.

"It's so cold!" That was the most intuitive feeling that Major Takuno Ishida had when he woke up.

It must be cold. When the poor Japanese artillery major woke up and turned his eyes to look at his situation, he found that he had been skinned into a 'big white sheep' in the cold weather.

Except for her hair, there was nothing on her body to keep her warm.

"Your Majesty, Major, are you cold?" Tang Dao, who was squatting by the campfire and devouring mutton, glanced at Ishida Takuno, who could have curled up into a ball, and asked casually.

"Young Master, Major, you can refuse to answer, but to be honest, your mutton was just average and you added too much seasoning. On the contrary, it lost the unique fragrance of fresh ingredients. As for you Japanese, your cooking skills are really average."

"Are you Chinese?" Although the attacker's Japanese accent was very pure, Ishida Takuno knew that the tall attacker was Chinese.

Because he saw the body of his orderly!

The superior soldier who was strangled alive had his tongue hanging out. The stench from the corpse could be smelled several meters away. The bruises on his neck looked like they were smeared with ink. The dying sobs he heard earlier Maybe it came from him.

It was hard for the Japanese artillery major to imagine how a man could strangle a fully armed adult soldier to death with his bare hands.

But this also explains why he has no restraints. Apart from the fact that he has no clothes to cover himself, perhaps this is also the Chinese man's self-confidence, confident that he can kill him easily.

"What do you need me to do?" Ishida Takuno had thousands of thoughts running through his mind, but he finally asked this sentence.

"Smart!" Tang Dao nodded.

"I need to drive this respect cannon, but I don't know how. I need your guidance, Major! If you are willing to cooperate, you still have a chance to put on your warm military coat again.

Of course, if you don't cooperate, then I will hang you on the barrel of this cannon. I still have an hour to evacuate this place, which is enough time to watch you, Major, turn into a big one. Popsicle!

Also, by the way, I would like to remind you, Major, don’t count on the more than 30 men in your fort. They are all dead, but their death may be more comfortable than yours, Major. After all, going to see Amaterasu in your sleep is considered A very happy thing.

It all depends on your choice. My hands are very strong. If you do it to my satisfaction, I will snap your neck and ensure that the painful nerve signals are cut off before they are transmitted to the brain. . "

The Japanese artillery major's heart instantly became ten times colder than his cold body.

His intuition told him that the man in front of him with strange paint on his face really didn't scare him.

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