Rise From Eight Hundred

The first battle of the four Chinese heavy artillery pieces produced by Krupp Company in the Tongguan battlefield started at about 10 o'clock in the morning.

Lieutenant Colonel Katayama Satoshi carried the gun for more than 2 hours and was really tired. Not only did he order the entire army to rest for the third time, which was a bit long, but he also ordered people to light a bonfire on the spot to boil hot water, intending to taste a sip of hot tea in this cold weather.

This action led to Tang Tuanzuo, who was in the mountains less than 700 meters away from him, finally finding a fighter plane and immediately sent a telegram to Brigade Commander Hu, saying "Japanese heavy artillery positions have been discovered, and 10 rounds of covering artillery bombardment have been requested!"

The heavy artillery company, which had been treated with high standards and had been looking forward to showing its prowess, immediately pushed the artillery out of the bunker as soon as it received the coordinates transmitted, and prepared for the bombardment in just 10 minutes.

"Keep your people away, don't get hurt by mistake!" Brigade Commander Hu's reply was as warm as spring.

People who don't know think that Tang Dao is the son or nephew of Brigade Commander Hu, but they don't know that Tang Dao's men are all the elite soldiers under Brigade Commander Hu. Brigade Commander Hu is really worried that Tang Dao's big nerve will lead them into the ditch.

"Brigade Commander Hu has sent a telegram to care about you. You are all very good. Stay away from me. You can watch the fun, but don't be hit by your own artillery. I will have to report to the superiors against my conscience that you were killed by the Japanese." Tang Dao roared and scolded at a group of guards who were eager to move forward dozens of meters.

Tang Tuanzuo has a telescope in his hand, but the others don't. Don't they want to get closer to see the power of their heavy artillery?

After hearing what Tang Tuanzuo said, the soldiers couldn't help but smile, but their bodies were very honest, and they retreated dozens of meters in the bushes.

The shells don't have eyes. Whether you are Japanese or Chinese, you will be killed!

They still had to thank their superiors for their concern. The exquisite cannon produced by Krupp was indeed worthy of its reputation. Even though it was 13,000 meters away and even if it was just a test firing, it still accurately sent 4 shells to the deep mountainous area 5 kilometers to the right of Fenglingdu Town.

But that accuracy was also relative. At least two shells exploded 500 meters away from the target point.

The air wave formed by the explosion of the 40-kilogram shell destroyed all the trees and shrubs within a radius of 25 meters, and even broke the trunks as thick as an adult's thigh 150 meters away from the explosion site!

That is, the 60 Chinese soldiers had already expected it. Not only did they plug their ears with cotton balls, but they also hid behind the rocks and opened their mouths. Otherwise, these two shells that were obviously a bit off target would make the Chinese soldiers who wanted to watch the excitement and pick up some bargains pay a heavy price.

"Damn it, these bastards are too unreliable. They are targeting us!" Long Yan, who was full of dust, spit out the dirt in his mouth and cursed.

The Chinese soldiers were bombarded by their own unreliable artillery, but the 6th Infantry Regiment, the real target, was not so happy.

Many of them had a mouthful of blood!

Two rounds deviated from the coordinates, but after all, there were still two rounds less than 120 meters away from the rest area of ​​the 6th Infantry Regiment!

The crazy air waves mixed with a large number of flying stones mercilessly hit the Japanese infantrymen who were frightened by the shells and crawled to the bottom to try to avoid them.

Those who were lucky were screaming in pain from being smashed by the broken stones, those who were unlucky could only hum, and those who were even worse were directly rolled up from the ground by the air waves and smashed on the rocks without the chance to make any sound.

600 Japanese soldiers were in a panic, like a group of ducks encountering wild dogs, and they were looking for hiding places on the hillside in a panic.

These people were basically veterans who had experienced more than a year of war. They all knew very well that once this terrible cannon started the bombardment mode, it would never be just one or two shots. After the test firing was over and the muzzle was adjusted again, it would enter the real hell mode.

The veterans' judgment was correct, but these Japanese veterans probably didn't expect that the Chinese artillery would be so accurate, and they didn't expect that there would be people here to send telegrams to correct the impact points.

Therefore, from the third round of artillery fire, the shells basically all fell on the hillside where the Japanese soldiers were running and hiding frantically.

Lieutenant Colonel Katayama Satoshi was finally no longer so tired, because he had half of his head cut off by a flying shrapnel in the second round of artillery fire.

Until his death, he didn't understand where the Chinese came from with heavy artillery, and why they used this kind of "strategic" heavy artillery to deal with his small group of infantry!

Why so many reasons? This wave of artillery fire was actually just because Tang Tuanzuo didn't understand what he wanted to do. Since he couldn't figure it out, he could only be killed.

The heavy artillery company was very honest. Since the superiors said that they would cover the enemy with ten rounds, they would fire ten rounds. In less than 10 minutes, 40 shells hit the heads of more than 600 people in the poor 6th Infantry Regiment.

To be honest, the 3rd Division had seen the power of 150MM howitzers before, but most of them were because their artillerymen worked hard to reload the shells, and the shells exploded on the Chinese positions. They just felt the earthquake tremors brought by the heavy artillery shells from 700 to 800 meters away, and then rushed to the opponent's position to harvest lives.

Once the division used heavy artillery, it was basically a wave of flow. Almost no Chinese troops could organize an effective counterattack after the bombardment.

But now, when the heavy artillery exploded on the hillside where they were hiding, they finally knew that it was not that the Chinese army was not tenacious enough, but that the thing was too terrible. Even a body of steel would be melted under such fierce artillery fire.

A shell hit, and within a radius of hundreds of meters, whether it was human bodies, plants, or hard rocks, they were all crushed into powder!

And those who were a little further away would never escape the call of the god of death. The surging air waves could almost scrape the soil half a foot deep, and the human body curled up on the ground was rolled out more than ten meters like a leaf.

The fragile human body could not feel the violent impact with the ground at all. At the moment when the air wave swept over, the hard leg bones could be broken by the huge force, not to mention the fragile cervical vertebrae.

This is also the reason why many Japanese corpses showed unconventional postures that the most flexible dancers in the world could not do with all their strength.

Even if they were lucky enough not to be hit by the air wave because they hid behind the rocks, the tremor from the earth was something that no one could escape.

In order to survive, experienced veterans often choose to keep their bodies close to the ground, even if they know it is dangerous. If they don't do this, the terrible air wave will kill them immediately. This choice is easy to answer.

Therefore, many Japanese soldiers who were not injured by shrapnel and air waves were intact, but they vomited blood in large mouthfuls, and some even vomited black fragments, which should be shattered internal organs.

Those who experienced it personally were like being in purgatory. Everyone was trying to "lie flat" to survive. There was no point in struggling. Survival had nothing to do with skills and tactics. Whether you can survive depends on God's will.

For bystanders, such as Long Yan, he was stunned by the purgatory hundreds of meters away.

He was also a veteran who had experienced two battles between tens of thousands of troops on the battlefield. He had also seen the scene of artillery fire. More than ten days ago, the Japanese army also bombarded the Chinese positions with heavy artillery, but until he was really close to the edge of death, he knew what the real power of heavy artillery was!

Even if they were hundreds of meters apart, the scorching air waves could burn people's skin, and the trembling earth seemed to be able to shatter the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys in the body, which was simply beyond human power.

Even Long Yan, who had always been fearless, had a little fear in his heart. When one day in the future he really had to face the heavy artillery of the Japanese army, how would he feel?

"Afraid, everyone is afraid!" Tang Dao, who was standing beside him, seemed to see the fear flashing in his eyes, patted his shoulder and whispered.

No matter how loud the sound was, no one could hear it at such a devastating moment, and now communication could only rely on lip shape.

"However, compared to being blown to pieces, I am more afraid that my country will become someone else's pasture and my people will become cattle and sheep!" Tang Dao looked at the hell on earth created by his own artillery and said to himself calmly.

When the last shell fell, the forest suddenly became somewhat silent, as if only the crackling sound of burning wood remained. Tang Dao took out the cotton stuffed in his ears, stood up with his rifle, and walked forward without saying a word.

The soldiers who were stunned by the tragic battlefield in front of them finally reacted, picked up their guns, and followed Tang Dao to the battlefield.

In just ten minutes, the fierce gunshots and artillery sounds rang out again in this mountain.

However, the battle was much simpler than the Chinese soldiers imagined.

There were nearly a hundred Japanese soldiers who survived the bombardment, but their spirits seemed to have been blown away by the horrific bombardment.

Their movements were mechanical and stiff, and many people even stood up straight and raised their guns and roared at the woods, until they were hit by submachine gun bullets and fell down.

There were no heavy machine guns, light machine guns, or grenade launchers. Those things were basically blown to pieces in this horrific bombardment.

There were only a group of Japanese infantrymen left on the battlefield, who were already in a state of disarray and covered in wounds. How could they be the opponents of the 60 Chinese soldiers who were well prepared and had a super sniper commander?

Faced with this kind of bravery that was almost like giving away lives for free, Tang Dao's rifles were almost bullet-free, and nearly 40 bullets were fired in less than 3 minutes, which almost meant that a squad of Japanese infantrymen died under the muzzle of Tang Dao.

The entire battle lasted less than 15 minutes and was completely over!

The hillside was scattered with incomplete human bodies and parts of various weapons, and the last groan also dissipated in the mountain wind with dozens of cold gunshots.

The weapons and equipment that the Chinese soldiers liked to harvest the most had been abandoned by the soldiers. What they valued was the military rations carried by the Japanese.

Various canned foods became their favorite. If there were no ready-made bags, they would use the military pants stained with the blood and flesh of the Japanese soldiers, pull them off the dead bodies, and tie the two trouser legs together to make the most useful bags.

"This Sixth Infantry Regiment is indeed the main infantry regiment of the Third Division. They even bring teapots to a battle?" Long Yan passed by a fat Japanese corpse and was surprised to see a delicate little teapot fall into a mud pit. He picked it up as his own trophy while complaining.

Seeing that the fat Japanese corpse was relatively clean, he directly took off his pants to make a new bag, threw it to Xia Dayu and asked him to carry a bunch of tin cans.

Mainly because Xia Dayu disliked the Japanese army's military pants, he would rather take off his military uniform and carry it in his pocket in the cold. Now his little face was frozen and he finally couldn't stand it. Seeing Long Yan giving him a way out, the little orderly naturally accepted it.

The two Chinese soldiers probably never dreamed that they were picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons, and missed the biggest trophy of this battle - Lieutenant Colonel Katayama Satoshi, the second commander of the 6th Infantry Regiment.

This may also be the most successful disguise Katayama Satoshi has ever made in his life. The Chinese soldiers who simply cleaned up the battlefield did not find a Japanese commander of weight, and the highest rank collar badge they received was only a lieutenant.

"Baga! The Chinese are humiliating the Imperial Army nakedly, all of them are dead."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Fujita Susumu looked at the body of Katayama Satoshi, who was wearing a loincloth and bare two short legs, and chopped it down with an angry knife.

He almost chopped off Katayama Satoshi's head if the knife was 20 centimeters higher!

But this knife seemed to make Fujita Susumu sober up a little. He knew that the most imminent thing for his Third Division now was no longer those little ants that came out to sting you from time to time, but the heavy artillery that the Chinese had arrived.

That would be the biggest obstacle for him to launch a second river crossing assault. Even if the cannon didn't hit the raft, the huge waves it stirred up could overturn it. In such weather, there was no big difference between infantrymen falling into the water and being hit by shells.

"Order the two brigade commanders and all regiment commanders to the division headquarters. The Chinese also have heavy artillery, and we need to formulate new tactics!" Fujita Susumu turned around and walked into the division headquarters with a gloomy face.

In the next two nights, the size of the Japanese patrol team increased sharply, especially the auxiliary arms such as artillery, baggage soldiers, and field hospitals. There were few guards every three steps and five steps.

And the infantry station reached the point where half of the people were sleeping and the other half were on guard. There were many secret sentries. In the words of an infantry captain, "You have to look at your feet every few steps, otherwise you are very likely to step on an imperial soldier lying in the grass"!

Fujita Jin used the most primitive and effective human wave tactics, increasing the number of night patrol guards to more than 6,000. This was the largest number of guards used by a division-level unit during the entire war.

With this intensity, let alone Tang Dao, even if he was a god, he would probably end up in a situation where he could get in but not get out.

The Japanese army was also ruthless. Thousands of people stayed up all night, or perhaps this was too little. Even those who were resting in the trenches were staring with their eyes and holding their guns, waiting for the Chinese who had taken advantage of them a few days ago to arrive.

As long as they dared to come, they could drown him even if they sprayed him with saliva.

But after two consecutive days, the night in Fenglingdu Town was quiet. The officers and soldiers of the Third Division, who were determined not to sleep but to "kill flies", had nothing to gain except drinking a bellyful of northwest wind.

It was like a group of idiots who were poisoned by love, waiting for the arrival of their loved ones, but their loved ones had already eloped with other wild men and had forgotten them at all.

Tang Dao ran away, taking a group of soldiers carrying tin cans to a distance of more than ten kilometers from Fenglingdu Town.

It was not that Tang Tuanzuo was good at foresight, knowing that the Japanese would rather not sleep than fight him next, but Tang Dao simply thought that the heavy artillery had already arrived, and it was meaningless for him to "flirt" with the Japanese in the mountains.

The Japanese were not stupid, they would also have the idea of ​​heavy artillery, so it would be better to wait on the other side of the river, and let the officers and soldiers of the new recruits see blood and know what it was like on the battlefield face to face.

Therefore, Tang Dao ran away very quickly, and in order to prevent being discovered by the Japanese, they ran to a distance of more than ten kilometers from the Tongguan battlefield in one breath.

The steep cliffs and turbulent water there were not suitable for large-scale river crossing, but dozens of people could still do it.

Tang Dao also learned a trick from the Japanese. He cut wood to make a raft, and then tied a few sheepskin bubbles around it to increase buoyancy. Such a simple raft can carry ten people, and with two fishermen as guides, it is not a big problem to cross the thousand-meter-wide Yellow River.

Before departure, Tang Dao also sent a secret telegram to Lv Sanjiang, who was in charge of the new recruits, asking him to bring only the most trusted guard platoon to the designated location to meet him, and not to reveal anything before departure. The 28th Division must keep it secret and not reveal the news of his return.

Even until the time of crossing the river, Tang Dao used the flashlight light that flashed three times in a row to confirm, and then began to cross the river in batches.

Tang Dao did not distrust the several chief officers of the 28th Division, but he always maintained a high level of vigilance against the Japanese infiltration ability.

If there was a high-level spy lurking in the 28th Division headquarters or the brigade headquarters or the regiment headquarters, once the news of his return was leaked, the Japanese army sent motorboats to lurk in various places on the river bank, and when they reached the center of the river, what awaited him and the 60 Chinese soldiers would definitely be a catastrophe.

Tang Dao's caution saved him and the soldiers. The frequent attacks launched by the Japanese army in the following days had shown that they knew the location of the Chinese heavy artillery positions as clearly as their own backyard. There was no other possibility except that someone leaked the secret.

Then all the personnel who might know this news in the 28th Division headquarters and the two brigade headquarters were checked one by one. In the end, all the suspects pointed to a colonel-level staff officer, who was a member of the high-level military operations meeting organized by the 28th Division.

The two lieutenant generals of the army were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat!

Tang Tuanzuo and his men slipped away, but the Japanese did not know that this intensity of defense lasted for a full week until they were completely sure that those annoying flies would never come again, and then they reduced the alert intensity by half.

All Japanese, including Fujita Susumu, breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously. Although many people felt a little ashamed for this, compared to their lives that could be in danger at any time, that little sense of shame was nothing.

The Japanese army, which had gotten rid of the haze, continued to move forward. While preparing for the next large-scale attack, they also played new tricks, which should be the inspiration they found from Tang Tuanzuo.

In this regard, Tang Tuanzuo only wanted to say that if you dance with a big sword in front of Guan Gong, you are just a bunch of shit!