Rise From Eight Hundred

The first person to wake up was the Japanese sergeant who had closed his eyes again!

However, it took nearly 1 second from opening his eyes to seeing his fallen colleague and then transmitting the image to his somewhat chaotic brain through nerves.

Although it was only a breath, it was still too long for a battlefield where life and death were decided.

Mingxin ran at full speed like a galloping horse, and the distance of ten meters was reached in an instant. Just as the Japanese sergeant had just reacted and suddenly jumped up from the quilt, the big sword was swung out.

Zhang Saner, who was 30 meters away, saw the most brutal scene he had ever seen in his life. Under the dim lantern, a head shot up into the sky, and the blood like a fountain covered the tall lantern cover. The yellow light on the main street suddenly turned dark red.

At that moment, Zhang Saner felt that every cell in his body was trembling, and his feet were even a little unstable.

But that was definitely not fear, but excitement!

He only heard the sound of the young man slaughtering the Japanese soldiers before, but he didn't see the shape of the young man. Now, it was finally presented in front of him in this posture. It was so cool!

The other two Japanese infantrymen woke up from their dreams, but the sword that cut off the head only drew an arc, and then suddenly stabbed down, piercing the throat of a Japanese infantryman and nailing him to the ground.

It's not quite appropriate to say it's nailed. The overall width of the heavy sword inherited by Master Mingxin is 5 cm. It's almost like "chopped", chopping the Japanese soldiers on the chopping board of the earth.

Another Japanese soldier who rolled over and climbed up just let out a low roar and made an attacking posture. A whip kick kicked out like a frightened venomous snake. The Japanese raised his arms in panic to try to stop him, but it was just a feint. Mingxin, who let go of the long sword in his hand, rushed to within half a meter of the Japanese soldier and hit the Japanese soldier's lower body with a knee bump.

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound, not the sound of the testicles breaking, but the sound of the pubic bone breaking together.

The eyes of the Japanese infantryman suddenly bulged out, and the whole face was twisted like a demon, which was the performance of the human body only when it encountered extreme pain.

The mouth suddenly opened not to send a signal to anyone, but simply because it was too painful and wanted to roar.

But unfortunately, Mingxin didn't even give him the opportunity to vent his pain. He punched him from top to bottom and hit his jaw hard.

Mingxin's fist was originally very hard, but it was obviously harder at this moment!

It was a fine steel brass knuckle specially customized by Tang Dao for scouts. Mingxin originally didn't want to use it because he thought his internal strength was long, but after seeing Tang Tuanzuo easily dent a piece of steel plate with this thing, he changed his mind after all.

He has now even learned Tang Tuanzuo's Tai Chi Xingyiquan. What is unacceptable about these killing weapons?

Mingxin's punching power was as high as 400 pounds, comparable to Tyson at his peak. With the hardness of his brass knuckles, this punch smashed half of the Japanese infantryman's face.

Brutal!

It was really too brutal!

Not to mention that Zhang Saner was frightened by the brutal scene of killing 4 Japanese soldiers in less than 4 seconds, even Long Yan, who was watching silently with a telescope dozens of meters away, had a twitch in the corner of his eyes.

No chance. If he met a terrible enemy like Mingxin, he would have no chance of survival. Even if he had the latest MP38 submachine gun and Jiuli sword, he could not give him enough sense of security.

Although some noises were made during the fight, the Japanese army was indeed weak in strength, and the nearest sentry post was 200 meters away. The long enough distance diluted these muffled sounds into imperceptible sounds. Even if the Japanese were alert, they had to come and check first.

After successfully solving the two most critical sentries on the way to Xicheng, Longyan, led by Zhang Saner, a local, divided more than 80 people into three groups, shuttled through the dark alleys, and headed straight for Xicheng District where the 63rd Infantry Regiment was located.

Jiro Kikukawa was cautious enough. After sending the main force of the regiment to Panzhai yesterday, he sent three squads of his guard squadron to the east, south and north gates respectively, leaving the most elite infantry squad to guard the regiment headquarters, while the civilian staff of the regiment headquarters were used as the garrison at the West Gate, which was closest to the regiment.

That was because the regiment headquarters was only more than 300 meters away from the West Gate wall. If attacked, 50 elite infantrymen would arrive in just 3 minutes.

But obviously, in Jiro Kikukawa's heart, his life was more important than the city of Guangping County.

The 63rd Infantry Regiment was stationed in a wealthy family's house in Guangping County. Although the decoration was a bit shabby, it was protected by a thick blue brick wall outside the house, and the interior area was nearly three acres. The front and back courtyards had more than a dozen houses with hard mountain gray tile roofs, enough for more than 30 people from the 63rd Infantry Regiment to live in.

Except for the four soldiers in the two machine gun fortifications at the gate, the other 40-plus infantry squads were not in the courtyard of the regiment, but in the defense system built around their own regiment courtyard. The farthest distance from the 63rd Infantry Regiment was about 50 meters.

This was the most detailed intelligence that the 80th Army's intelligence officers in Guangping County could provide to Longyan. Jiro Kikukawa did not trust any Chinese at all, and even Zheng Yunqiu, the infantry battalion commander of the Security Army, had never been to the 63rd Infantry Regiment.

Fortunately, Zhang Saner was familiar enough with Xicheng District. After learning that the large mansion that had been abandoned for several months was used as the Japanese military headquarters, he wandered around in the dirty alleys for nearly 20 minutes and brought Long Yan and others to a location less than 50 meters away from the mansion.

"That's it, little brother, you can go back. A fight is about to start here, so I won't hurt you later." Long Yan looked at the shadow in the darkness, patted Zhang San'er's shoulder, and lowered his voice to let the young man who had a hard time leave.

Long Yan also lost a childhood friend who grew up with him in the war. He knows this kind of pain, but no matter how painful it is, as long as people are still alive, there is hope.

"Give me a knife! Let me follow you, please!" Zhang San'er looked at Long Yan, his eyes full of pleading.

Just watching Long Yan and his men kill Japanese is not enough. The little blacksmith wants to try the pleasure of killing Japanese with his own hands. He believes that the sister with her eyes open in the ground is watching.

"Then you might die!" Long Yan answered the young man who was about the same age as him very seriously.

"Then I will be very happy, if I can chop off a Japanese head with my own hands!" Zhang San'er suddenly burst into big tears.

He had been pretending for five months to wait for this day, even his parents who were worried about him day and night didn't know. Seeing his parents' haggard faces and helpless and empty eyes, his heart had long been broken, but every time he thought of A Mei's eyes, he had to patch up his broken heart and continue pretending.

"After this battle, no matter what the outcome is, I will arrange for your parents to take you out of the city and live in a safe place. I will tell them that their son is a good boy." Long Yan sighed slightly and promised in a low voice.

He pulled out a three-edged military bayonet from his waist and stuffed it into Zhang San'er's hand: "My knife is too long and not suitable for you. You can use this one and stab directly with your greatest strength. Also remember, stabbing the lower abdomen is the most painful but it cannot kill in a short time. Stabbing the heart will kill the fastest!"

"I know!" Zhang San'er nodded fiercely.

"Each squad should approach the Japanese army according to the pre-war deployment. Do not attack unless necessary. We have two hours!" Long Yan called his three squad leaders and issued an order.

The first to launch the attack was a sharpshooter from the mountain infantry company!

The shooter on the top floor of a house, with the faint moonlight, has been staring at the two machine gun fortifications at the gate of the Japanese regiment headquarters 80 meters away.

But the Japanese shooters have been hiding behind the fortifications, and rarely show their heads.

Until a soldier from the mountain infantry company accidentally stepped on the tiles on the ground when he was tiptoeing towards a house where the Japanese lived.

A light "click" sound was heard far away in the silent night sky.

A Japanese shooter quickly stood up from the fortification, holding the handle of the Type 92 machine gun, and warily pointed the muzzle at the area where the sound came from. A light pole from a searchlight mounted on the wall also moved over there.

"Bang!" The shooter no longer hesitated and immediately opened fire.

The Japanese infantry squad did not have any heavy weapons. These two Type 92 heavy machine guns were the biggest threat to their comrades. If they didn't fight now, when would they?

The Japanese shooter fell down with a scream as expected, but the gunshot also completely shattered the tranquility of Guangping County.

The roars of "Enemy attack!" came one after another.

All the Japanese soldiers, whether awake or asleep, were startled.

They were greeted by a fierce rain of bullets and grenades.

It seems fair for an infantry squad to fight a Japanese squad, but the organization of the mountain infantry company is different from that of the ordinary infantry company of the Four-Line Regiment.

The infantry equipped with semi-automatic rifles and submachine guns is as high as 15 people, plus a machine gun group of three soldiers and a mortar group of 5 people, the strength is as high as 23 people!

This also allows the infantry squad to use 30 mortar shells, even more than the grenades of the Japanese grenade launcher group!

The 3-person machine gun team carries up to 4,000 rounds of bullets!

Although they are called light infantry, they are actually stronger than ordinary infantry companies in terms of heavy firepower, that is, they are not equipped with a tripod for heavy machine guns and a Type 82 large-caliber mortar.

However, since the Japanese army also has no infantry artillery, the mountain infantry company is a dimensionality reduction attack on them, whether it is light weapons or heavy firepower.

Each mortar team squatted in an empty yard about 150 meters away from the battlefield. One soldier was on guard, one artillery observer was responsible for observing the target, one main gunner adjusted the muzzle, and two deputy gunners were responsible for transporting and loading shells.

The entire artillery team was extremely efficient. In less than 1 minute, more than 10 shells were thrown into the small courtyards where the Japanese army was entrenched.

In other words, it was not just the Xicheng District that was deafening with gunfire. After the gunfire, the other three cities also started fighting fiercely.

However, slightly different from the fierce fighting in Xicheng, the movement in the three cities of the north, south and east was much smaller.

Perhaps it is not just that the equipment of the reconnaissance platoon, the guard platoon and the mountain infantry platoon is different. For example, except for the snipers in the reconnaissance platoon who are equipped with single-shot rifles or semi-automatic rifles, all of them are equipped with submachine guns. The fire support personnel are not equipped with 60-mm mortars, but use American rifle grenades.

This thing is actually similar in power to the Japanese grenade launcher, but it can shoot in a straight line or curve, especially in close combat. To some extent, the reconnaissance platoon is more suitable for street fighting.

Qin Wulang's guard platoon is not much different. As a defensive infantry platoon, the guard platoon's close combat firepower is actually stronger. They even brought 5 broadsword mines, but no one was willing to put this kind of treasure in the city to deal with the Japanese army. It was just in case the Japanese army came to support, and it was specially used for blocking.

The reason why the noise was small was that the ruthless people in the reconnaissance platoon had already used the darkness to quietly eliminate many Japanese troops before. Since the fight broke out in Xicheng, they naturally stopped hiding their tracks and directly fought with the Japanese.

Not only did the Japanese army fire flares, but the officers and soldiers of the Four-Line Regiment also fired flares. More than a dozen flares lit up the small Guangping County like a small sun.

Just like the pale face of Colonel Jiro Kikukawa!

What you fear will come true. Yesterday, he sent all the main forces of the regiment to the Panzhai line, and he felt a little weak in his heart. But thinking about the fact that there are only so many people in the Chinese regular army and underground resistance organizations here, how can they have the spare power to attack the county.

Besides, his 200th regiment guard squadron, under the protection of the city wall fortifications, can at least withstand the attack of thousands of Chinese troops. In two hours, the main force can return to the county. No matter how daring the Chinese are, they will die.

But the Chinese actually entered the city?

There was no time to think about how the Chinese entered the city. The deafening sound of gunfire and artillery in his ears reminded the Japanese 10th Division Army Colonel all the time that if he was not careful, his head might become a trophy of the Chinese.

"Send a message to Kuroda Saburo to lead three infantry squadrons and infantry artillery squadrons to immediately support the regiment headquarters! Send a message to the escort squadron to hold on and wait for help!" After waking up from the shock, Kikukawa Jiro gave the order calmly.

However, the battle situation was much worse than Kikukawa Jiro imagined.

In less than ten minutes, not only did the two Type 92 machine guns at the gate stop firing, but the sound of the Type 38 rifle's counterattack became weaker and weaker, almost covered by the unique "da da da" sound of the German submachine gun used by the Chinese.

This kind of firearms represented from the beginning that the people coming had nothing to do with the legendary "Tu Ba". This was the Chinese regular army, and the most elite one.

Especially the "puff puff puff" sound that tore through the night sky, which easily reminded people of the German-made MG34 machine guns used by the Chinese in the battles of Zhongtiao Mountain and Southeast Shanxi.

Jiro Kikukawa walked back and forth in the headquarters anxiously, like a trapped beast.

Of course, he knew why the regiment headquarters had not been really attacked yet. The Chinese had no intention of breaking through the defense line and attacking his regiment headquarters in a short time. They were patiently clearing the outer defense line of the regiment headquarters, just like peeling an onion, patiently removing all resistance from the periphery.

This is even more terrifying!

This means that the Chinese commander has enough confidence to solve all opponents, and is not even afraid of the return of his main force.

'I can't die, at least I can't die here and become a trophy of the Chinese! ' When he thought about the fact that he had assembled the main force of the regiment to sweep, but the sweep failed, and he was successfully beheaded by the Chinese, Jiro Kikukawa felt a strong sense of shame from the bottom of his heart.

The 10th Division's great reputation could not be destroyed. Colonel Jiro Kikukawa, who had placed the honor of the division above his life, made a surprising decision after painful thinking.

He wanted to run away!

Abandon all the imperial officers and soldiers here and run away!

Perhaps it was because of the war in northern China, or perhaps the Chinese people had the mentality of being prepared for danger in times of peace. When Jiro Kikukawa, who was stationed here, ordered a carpet search of the house, he actually found a secret tunnel leading to a remote corner of the west gate wall.

Jiro Kikukawa did not fill up this underground passage that could only allow one person to crawl for nearly 200 meters because he thought it was too troublesome, but now it has become his escape route.

Perhaps this is the cause and effect!

Without notifying anyone, Jiro Kikukawa sent all the communication soldiers around him to issue a military order to continue to hold on, took off his long leather boots and put on ordinary leather boots, and even left his command knife at the headquarters. He took a pistol and went into the tunnel.

The tunnel was very narrow. Fortunately, the northern Chinese were all tall. Otherwise, Colonel Jiro Kikukawa would have been stuck in the tunnel with his fat body.

After listening for a while at the exit, he found that the gunshots outside had gradually become sparse, and the explosions had almost disappeared. Jiro Kikukawa was very lucky.

Obviously, the Chinese were already cleaning up the mess. If he had made a decision 5 minutes later, he would not have been able to leave even if he wanted to.

He gently pushed open the cover of the tunnel exit and waited for a while before Jiro Kikukawa poked his head out.

The exit was chosen very well. This was the dirtiest place in Xicheng District. Many domestic garbage and feces generated by the garrisons were basically thrown here and then transported out of the city by people. Not to mention this kind of night, even during the day, no one was willing to come to this stinking area.

But when Jiro Kikukawa got out of the tunnel, he saw a man squatting in the corner of the wall less than 3 meters away from the tunnel exit.

He subconsciously held the loaded pistol under his clothes until Jiro Kikukawa saw the man's face clearly.

When Jiro Kikukawa passed by the City God Temple, he saw this Chinese fool several times and even saw him holding a candy on the ground.

He was slightly relieved, but his killing intent was not reduced. Jiro Kikukawa put away his pistol and held the dagger close to his body instead.

"Sha San'er, I have candy here!" Jiro Kikukawa walked towards Zhang San'er.

He planned to get close to this Chinese fool and cut the fool's neck with a knife. The fool was harmless, but he was attracted by the fool's ragged clothes.

It was risky to go out of the city, so it was better to wear a Chinese ragged clothes. As long as he didn't speak, no one would notice that a dirty guy was actually a Japanese army colonel.

Then, just before Jiro Kikukawa swung his dagger, the suddenly violent Sha Saner threw him down. The huge force did not allow Jiro Kikukawa to resist at all. One hand locked both hands of the poor middle-aged man, and the other hand stabbed him in the lower abdomen with a steel spike.

Then, pull it out and stab again!

Pull it out again and stab again!

The same action lasted for nearly 10 times!

The fat and fleshy abdomen was like a piece of rag under the crazy attack of this weapon. The horrible wound showed the green intestine.

Jiro Kikukawa collapsed to the ground. Not to mention swinging the dagger, he even had no strength to hold the dagger.

He wanted to ask why the Chinese fool took the initiative to attack, but he opened his mouth and spit out blood.

Poor Jiro Kikukawa did not ask a word until he drank all the blood.

Zhang Saner looked at Jiro Kikukawa, who was seriously injured but not dying immediately, with a sense of accomplishment in his eyes, just like the kitchen knife he made independently for the first time in the blacksmith shop.

Sure enough, the big man was not lying to me. He would not die in a short time if he was stabbed in the lower abdomen.

When Long Yan arrived, poor Colonel Jiro Kikukawa had not yet completely died, and his fat was still twitching. ()