Rise From Eight Hundred

Of course, when two armies fight, it is never just one side that cries!

Even if the infantry platoon on the nameless high ground has a tunnel that can hide everyone, and the 75mm hillside poses no threat to it, there must be enough observation posts on the position, and the Japanese army cannot rely on artillery support when they rush up.

The analysis of the Japanese Army Major is actually very correct. The strategy of the 46th Independent Brigade, Brigade Commander Kong, is to go all out at the beginning of the war, give the Japanese army a blow, scare them first, and buy a night of rest for the already extremely exhausted army.

But who would have thought that the Japanese would be so stubborn. They were beaten so badly in the first wave of attacks that they didn't recognize their mothers, but they still rushed in wave after wave.

The artillery shells cannot be used in this way, otherwise even if the Four-Line Regiment has enough reserves, it will not be enough for the entire army to hold out for three days.

The subsequent continuous repulsion of the Japanese army's four waves of attacks mainly relied on the officers and soldiers on the position themselves. Fortunately, a lot of Japanese supplies were seized when Ruicheng was broken through. Many things could not be brought, but the 46th Independent Brigade brought a lot of Japanese melon grenades.

There were 40,000 grenades, averaging about 10 per person. There were 800 grenades stored on the nameless hill. In addition, the 4 grenades carried by each soldier were definitely a nightmare for the Japanese army within a 40-meter area.

The second lieutenant platoon leader on the nameless hill was a very smart man. He thought that the Japanese melon grenades were light in weight and weak in power, and were far less convenient to throw than the string grenades. So he invented a large "melon mine" during the break of digging trenches.

The so-called large "melon mine" is to tie a melon grenade with a rope to a thick wooden stick, and then sandwich a string grenade in the middle. If the Japanese rush close, the grenade will be pulled, and then the wooden stick with 6 melon grenades and a grenade will be thrown at the Japanese like a javelin.

Isn't this the prototype of the future blasting tube! Moreover, the melon grenade will explode in the air after being hit by the explosives. The killing range of various fragments often exceeds 200 square meters, which can be called an infantry nightmare.

It is precisely this kind of self-made "blasting tube" that will be promoted to the entire army in the future that became the key for the infantry platoon on the nameless high ground to block the desperate attack of a Japanese infantry battalion that was completely overwhelmed.

When the Japanese major finally woke up from the congestion in his brain, the infantry of the entire infantry battalion had basically been beaten to death by him.

But the infantry platoon on the nameless high ground was not much better. At 10 o'clock in the evening, there were only 5 people left in the original 52-man infantry platoon.

The Japanese were overwhelmed, and the Chinese fought hard!

At the most difficult moment of the battle, the Japanese infantry was less than five meters away from the trench at the closest time, and it seemed that they only needed a few big steps to stand on the front of the trench.

But a wounded Chinese wounded soldier in the trench extinguished the best opportunity for the Japanese victory.

One of the Chinese wounded soldiers' arms had been broken by a heavy machine gun bullet. The arm, which had not been bandaged in time, was hanging in front of him by a little muscle. There was also a bloody hole on his chest, which should be the masterpiece of the Type 38 rifle pointed bullet.

With such a serious injury and so much blood, and in such a cold winter, this wounded soldier would probably not live until the next day.

The wounded soldier should also know, so he did not choose to linger, but picked up the "blasting tube" with one arm and pulled the string with his teeth.

At the moment of the flash of artillery fire, the Japanese and the Chinese saw such a figure rolling down from the trench, using the last bit of his body to pounce in front of the five Japanese soldiers. With a loud "boom", the soldier turned his flesh and blood into shrapnel, covering the five completely stunned Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese offensive was completely defeated at that moment. The so-called superiority was just an emotional outburst in a short period of time. After meeting a more ruthless person, the cold fear would eventually prevail.

To use the original words of a Japanese second lieutenant who survived this battle: The moment I saw the Chinese holding explosives and rushing towards my imperial warriors, it was like a spider silently landing on my back, quickly crawling along the spine to my neck, and the sweat hairs on my neck could clearly feel the soft hair of the spider's legs.

It must be said that this monologue of the Japanese second lieutenant is quite literary, but the surging fear at that moment is real.

The Chinese need role models. If there is a first one, there will be a second one. Although the second lieutenant platoon leader has strictly ordered several times that the seriously injured must enter the tunnel, the seriously injured soldiers who are still conscious often respond to their comrades with a miserable smile: "Brother, you can't live!"

The soldiers who can still fight can only shed tears and remain silent.

Since they took this position, they knew that they would not have reinforcements for at least the next day.

The three infantry platoons in the company need to guard two high grounds. The area of ​​the other high ground is much larger, and the killing sound is also deafening. Even if the battalion headquarters has a reserve team, it will not be used in the first battle.

If they can't make it through this battle, not only will they die, but all the wounded soldiers who have lost their ability to resist will die even more miserably. Once the severely injured Japanese army captures the position, they will definitely take them out on them.

At least ten seriously wounded soldiers chose to die with the enemy!

The reason why there were only five people left in the entire battle on the high ground at 10 o'clock was that when the second lieutenant platoon leader was shooting a light machine gun, a grenade from the Japanese army landed accurately less than one meter to his side, and one arm and one leg were directly blown off, and half of his body was bloody.

But the miracle was that the second lieutenant platoon leader did not die and still kept a clear mind.

Ordering the soldiers to simply wrap themselves with the uniforms of the dead soldiers, the second lieutenant, who had only half of his body left, actually commanded the remaining soldiers to repel two waves of Japanese attacks. Until 10 o'clock, there were only 10 soldiers who could still fight on the entire high ground. With him, who was half disabled, there were less than an infantry squad.

But these nearly desperate soldiers may not know that they have created another myth. The 20 to 1 casualty ratio is enough to amaze the entire Zhongtiao Mountain battlefield.

The youngest soldier on the high ground acted as a signalman and ran back to the company headquarters to report the current situation on the high ground. The major battalion commander standing in the trench burst into tears when he heard it, and directly sent his guard squad to sneak back to the nameless high ground with the signalman.

The strength of the troops on the nameless high ground reached 2 infantry squads again, but there were less than 5 seriously injured soldiers who could be carried back to the tunnel of the main high ground 981. The second lieutenant platoon leader did not leave, because most of his brothers were here, and they were together in life and death.

The major battalion commander respected the choice of his subordinates.

This defensive battle, which was considered a very small scale for the entire Jiulongshan battlefield, cost the Four-line Regiment 2 special merit medals and 12 first-class battle merit medals.

After the war, when several chief officers of the 38th Army were invited by Tang Dao to participate in the New Year party at the Four-line Regiment’s base, Brigade Commander Kong was very jealous of the various medals issued by the Four-line Regiment. He held the special battle merit medal issued to Longyan and couldn’t let it go. He said that if his brothers could have this medal to prove their merits, they should be willing to die.

The 38th Army was not as generous as the Four-line Regiment. The pension for officers and soldiers who died in the battle was only 200 oceans for the colonel level, 150 oceans for the lieutenant, 80 oceans for the sergeant, and only 60 oceans for the private and the second private. That was the result of the white-haired general selling all the spoils of the war against Japan and the rewards allocated by the group army.

Tang Dao understood what the major general of the army meant. He was not dissatisfied with the low pension for his soldiers. The white-haired general had done everything he could.

The dollar is money, and it can support his family for a few years, but once the money is spent, it is gone. What can the Chinese soldiers who once fought bravely on the battlefield use to prove that they have been here?

Considering the friendship between the two armies fighting side by side in Jiulong Mountain, Tang Dao decided to treat the 38th Army's military merits the same as the Sixing Regiment, and asked the logistics department to rush the work overnight and send all the medals to the 38th Army Headquarters on the third day after the New Year.

The Sixing Regiment paid nearly 200,000 dollars for this, which moved the generals of the 38th Army.

The battle of Jiulong Mountain of the 46th Independent Brigade not only left a psychological shadow on the Japanese army and gave rise to the legend of "Sad Ridge", but also the exclusive interview of the soldier who survived the war and was not yet 17 years old in the infantry platoon before the New Year left a valuable spiritual wealth for the whole of China.

The headline "Why Are They Not Afraid of Death" published in the headlines of newspapers such as "Second War Zone Briefing" and "80th Army Daily" brought tears to the whole Chinese land.

"In addition to the heroic fighting process of our officers and soldiers, I want to know if there are any other things that impressed you deeply." Tan Tai Mingyue was afraid of arousing the inner pain of the somewhat shy young soldier, so she changed her angle.

"After the fight with the Japanese devils that night, I was responsible for changing the dressing for Platoon Leader Liu. I knew he was in pain. His body was shaking all the time. His leg was broken, exposing the bone. There were still several shrapnel embedded in his arm, but I had no medicine. I only had the bandage I got from the battalion headquarters. That thing was useless." The young soldier lowered his head, tears in his eyes, and his voice trembled violently.

For this soldier who was just a teenager, that battle was an unavoidable hurdle. Whether Tan Tai Mingyue mentioned it or not, it would always be there.

From the beginning of this interview, it was extremely cruel for the young soldier, because he had to reopen his scars that had not healed.

But that was a political task. Whether it was the top leaders of the 38th Army or Tan Tai Mingyue, they all needed to let the world know how Chinese soldiers were fighting.

Living is harder than dying, and that is what the young soldier must experience.

Tan Tai Mingyue did not urge him, but quietly wrote in his notebook, patiently waiting for the young soldier to calm down.

"Platoon Leader Liu is from Chengde. His face was originally tanned, but his face was white under the moonlight. I was panicked. I was afraid that he would die of pain. Without the platoon leader, we didn't know if we could hold the high ground tomorrow. I could only try my best to divert his attention, so I asked him why the platoon leader and Zhang Laosan, Heimizhou, and Zhu Erge were so fearless of death.

Zhang Laosan was the first squad leader of the 7th squad who rushed out of the trench with a bomb and died with the devils. His hometown was in the northeast."

The soldier calmed down and muttered to himself in memory.

"Yes! It's recorded in the war report. Let's toast to our brothers together." Tan Tai Ming Yue handed a cigarette to the young soldier, and even lit one and took a puff, and then gently placed it on the soil.

War has changed countless people. Tan Tai Ming Yue is not a god, so she is no exception.

This was something that Tan Tai Ming Yue could not touch before the war, but after being in the army for a long time, she was not averse to this kind of thing that produces spicy smoke. Even on the night when she saw the wounded soldiers leaving helplessly in front of her and her heart couldn't help but bleed, she chose to use tobacco to comfort herself.

Seeing that the big reporter actually lit a cigarette for himself and those brothers who died in the battle, the young soldier showed gratitude on his face, and tried to temporarily break free from the sadness and continued to talk about his experience on the battlefield.

"The platoon leader was really in pain at the time and it was difficult to speak. But when he heard me ask this question, he took a breath and asked for a cigarette. He took a few puffs before answering me. The reason is very simple, because they saw There are things more terrible than death." The young soldier's deep voice sounded a little erratic under the oil lamp on the winter night.

Tantai Mingyue's heart couldn't help but twitch.

"Boy, let me tell you my story! I am the youngest at home, with two sisters and one brother. My parents don't let me do any work at home. Although my family is not a wealthy family, Lao Yumajia I could eat enough rice noodles to keep me full. At that time, I had much thinner skin and tender meat than your child, so I just played around all day long, fishing in rivers, and trapping rabbits and roe deer in the mountains.

It wasn't until the 22nd year of the Republic of China that the Japanese invaded from the three northeastern provinces. I was probably a little younger than you at that time. One day I came back from playing in the mountains and saw black smoke billowing from the village. I hurriedly I ran back and saw "

The young soldier was completely caught up in his own memories, because he remembered that scene so clearly.

The second lieutenant platoon leader, who didn't even shed a tear when his legs and arms were blown off, burst into tears at that moment.

“My eldest sister is already married, and she is getting married in this village. My brother-in-law’s house is at the entrance of the village, and the first thing I pushed open was her courtyard door.

My brother-in-law fell in the yard with countless holes poked in his body. There was so much blood! It all flowed into a river. The eldest sister’s parents-in-law also died, not far from my brother-in-law. I stumbled and opened the door. My eldest sister was lying naked on the kang, with scissors stuck in her chest. My nephew who was less than 2 years old , on the ground in front of the kang.

That little baby who calls her uncle all the time has a big hole in his head that can fit his little fist. That was caused by the stupid Japanese!

I don’t know how I got home, and I don’t know how I was still alive in the end.

My father, my mother, my second sister, and my eldest brother are all dead, all dead, and I am the only one left.

In the entire Zhuangzi, only the black rice porridge that I went up the mountain with was left. There are more than 200 people in our entire Zhuangzi! "

The young soldier looked at the second lieutenant platoon leader with red eyes, and his mind went blank. He finally knew what the "things more terrifying than death" the platoon leader said were.

"Zhang Laosan and the others are from the Northeast. That area has been occupied by the Japanese for several years. They never talk about their family affairs, but they risk their lives during the war. Now you know why. Bar!

I actually wanted to die a long time ago, but I didn’t want to die in vain. If I didn’t kill 200 Japanese soldiers, how could I pay for the lives of more than 200 people in my village? It was such a shameful black rice porridge. He felt relaxed, holding the bomb and the Japanese soldiers. They died together, leaving me alone to fulfill the oaths sworn by them both. "The second lieutenant platoon leader said with difficulty and calmly.

"Then, what now?" Tantai Mingyue lowered her head and kept writing on the paper.

She didn't even dare to ask the young soldier directly, 'Where is your platoon leader? ’ What a pity it would be for such a tenacious young man to leave like this!

"Our platoon leader is gone, not even on the second night, but he left with a smile because I told him that there were at least 500 little Japs lying in front of our position." Suddenly there was no sadness in the young soldier's eyes, more The excitement is there.

"The platoon leader said it was worth it. He and Heimi Zhou can finally go see their families and they won't be scolded when they go there.

The 15 brothers in our platoon's extra battalion security class exchanged the lives of 500 Japanese. It was worth it! I'm not afraid of death either. Death means I can go see my brothers. It's a pity that the Japanese haven't come to fight us yet. "

Tantai Mingyue's tears suddenly flowed down and wet the notebook in front of her.

After reading the manuscript of the interview that Tantai Mingyue completed overnight, Tang Dao softly hummed a lyric, "Time and space are a circle. No matter whether we go straight or turn, we will meet each other eventually!"

Tantai Mingyue looked at her newlywed husband with tears in her eyes, but her face was full of pride!

What she is proud of is not how outstanding her husband is, but that she, him, and the young ones are all Chinese soldiers.

Therefore, she wrote at the end of the interview: "I hope that one day, dear comrades, we will be side by side again!"

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