Rise From Eight Hundred

"Brother, how did you know that the devils would come out from here?" Long Yan glanced at the surroundings under the firelight and was quite surprised.

No one would hide here in such a stinking place. If Zhang Saner could predict this, he would be a real talent.

"The firewood room and utility room in the backyard of the Zheng family compound were built by my father's five cousins, and my father and several cousins ​​spent a full 8 months to build those houses! Before the Zheng family moved away, my father and several cousins ​​had been helping him at his house." Zhang Saner took a three-edged military dagger and wiped the blood on Kikukawa Jiro's still trembling body, and replied indifferently.

"Then this old guy is really unlucky, haha!" Long Yan couldn't help laughing.

It turned out that others didn't know that there was a tunnel in that house, but the tunnel was dug by Zhang Saner's father. If Kikukawa Jiro didn't suffer, who would?

"Then brother, you are guarding here alone, aren't you afraid that a group of Japanese will come out?" A soldier looked at the Japanese army colonel who was stabbed like a sieve, and couldn't help but be curious.

"A group of Japanese?" Zhang Saner's somewhat dull face suddenly surged with a joy that no one could understand. "They can shoot and kill me, but they will also die. Your people on the wall over there will shoot and help me kill them."

"This" soldier couldn't understand Zhang Saner's sudden joy.

As a soldier, he could accept his death in battle, but he still wanted to survive, otherwise what's the point of fighting the Japanese? How could he be so happy when he heard that he might die because of this.

"Brother, I don't advise you to look at the past more openly, but our superiors said: For those of us who have lost our homes, living requires more courage than dying! Only by living can we take back what we have lost, and only by living can we let the devils feel the pain we have experienced, or even more pain!" Long Yan sighed slightly, patted Zhang Saner on the shoulder and comforted him.

Like Longyan, he grew up in the flames of war. He gradually transformed from a mountain village heir who roared in the mountains just to fill the stomachs of all the people in the village to a Chinese soldier and a qualified middle-level commander. He certainly knew that Zhang Saner had long wanted to die. The only thought that kept him alive was to see the Japanese being killed with his own eyes.

Now that Guangping County was attacked by them, dozens of Japanese soldiers were shot and killed in front of him. His wish was fulfilled early. Death was not scary to him at all. In fact, to a certain extent, he did not commit suicide against the wishes of his parents, and he did not feel guilty about dying. He could go to another world to find his beloved, and he was very happy!

"Live and let the devils experience my pain, or even more pain." Zhang Saner's lifeless eyes gradually began to shine.

It seems that he found the meaning of life again on this night.

Needless to say, this night of blood and fire played a revolutionary role in the life of a young man in southern Hebei. For the Four-Line Regiment, killing hundreds of Japanese soldiers was just an appetizer, and there was no outstanding record.

But for the 10th Division and even the entire Japanese North China Front Army, it was like a bolt from the blue!

Especially the unlucky boy Duo Tianjun, who had just taken office, paced back and forth anxiously in his exclusive reception room barefoot until dawn when he received the telegram forwarded by the 10th Division Headquarters that the 63rd Infantry Regiment in Guangping County was attacked.

As a commander of a front-level army, it is just an infantry regiment. Army Colonel Jiro Kikukawa usually looks like a task, but for the commander of the front-level army, it is almost the same as a passerby. He will not take it too seriously whether he lives or dies.

Even if the entire 3,800 people of the 63rd Infantry Regiment were wiped out, Duo Tianjun would not be so anxious.

For the Japanese Army, what is important is not people, but things!

Each infantry regiment has a regiment flag, and it is a regiment flag awarded by His Majesty the Emperor himself. The honor represented by that thing is above all else.

As long as the regiment flag is not lost, it is not that important whether Jiro Kikukawa lives or dies.

From Duo Tianjun to the commander of the 10th Division, Yoshio Shinozuka, they were all anxiously waiting for the news from Saburo Kuroda, who led the main force back to Guangping County.

Unfortunately, after dawn, the news that Saburo Kuroda sent back that the regiment flag was lost made the two Japanese Army lieutenant generals angry and desperate.

Jiro Kikukawa, who was determined to save his life, was not stupid. After discovering that his escort team could no longer withstand the layer-by-layer attack of the Chinese elite, he asked the personal signalman to notify the escort squadron leader who was commanding the battle to burn the regiment flag. It didn't matter whether it was burned or not. The important thing was that it must be burned to prevent it from falling into the hands of the Chinese.

But Jiro Kikukawa, who escaped into the tunnel shortly after issuing the military order, didn't know that his signalman was unlucky. Because he was carrying a Nambu 14 pistol, he was spotted by an artillery observer because he was an officer or sergeant with some weight at a glance.

As soon as he ran to the yard where the guard captain was, he had no time to report the military order of Colonel Kikukawa, and three rapid-fire shells hit him, blowing the unfortunate child and several Japanese officers in the yard into blood gourds.

Without the military order of the regiment commander, the guard captain was also dead. Who of the remaining regiment flag guards dared to burn the regiment flag lightly?

Therefore, until Longyan led his troops to attack the last courtyard occupied by the Japanese army, the 63rd Infantry Regiment Flag was still neatly stacked and carried on the back of a Japanese sergeant, and the flagpole and the golden flag crown were also intact in the backpack.

During this period, a rather dramatic episode occurred!

When the soldier who was searching for spoils of war showed the tattered "Rising Sun Flag" stained with the blood of the Japanese army to Longyan, a bumpkin from the mountains, Longyan scolded his childhood friend: "Are the Japanese so poor? They carry a tattered flag like a treasure. Take it and burn it to light up the brothers!"

"But look, platoon leader, although the flag is a little rotten, it is shining with gold and should be worth some money! If you say you don't want it, I can take it back and pawn it to buy candy for my nephew." The young soldier liked the look of his second village chief who didn't know the value of the goods.

Anyway, I reported it to you. It doesn't count as privately hiding spoils of war. Regardless of whether this thing is gold or not, it looks quite shiny.

Eighty percent of the officers and soldiers of the mountain infantry company came from Yeyue Village. They always searched for spoils of war and hid spoils of war. Long Yan scolded and beat them but it didn't work. The newly appointed company commander Gu Xishui didn't dare to be too eager for success and could only take it slowly.

Obviously, this didn't throw away a rotten flag, but directly made the golden flag crown dense, which was the result of progress.

"Get out! I know my nephew very well. I tell you, old crow, if the money sold exceeds 2 yuan, you have to pay one yuan to the platoon, otherwise don't blame me for not talking about brotherhood." Long Yan also liked the shameless look of his men, but he still had to tighten the rope and couldn't let it be too loose.

The soldiers of the mountain infantry platoon who thought they had gotten a bargain were very obedient. They hung the tattered "Rising Sun Flag" under the corner of the wall and prepared to light it up to illuminate their comrades who were still searching everywhere. An old soldier who happened to pass by happened to see this scene.

After rubbing his eyes hard, he finally confirmed that the pattern on the flag that was about to be used as a lantern was the ‘Rising Sun Flag’, and he shouted decisively: “Old Crow, stop!”

“What are you doing?” The soldier nicknamed Old Crow was alert and instinctively put the golden flag crown into his pocket.

Although the more than 30 veterans drawn from various infantry battalions got along well with the new recruits from the village, they were always using military discipline and regulations to say that this could not be done and that could not be moved, which was really annoying. If the veteran squad leader knew that he had hidden a golden thing, he would have to nag about military regulations for a long time.

It was this instinctive hiding that made the torch a little farther away from the hanging ‘Rising Sun Flag’, and the veteran’s crazy beating heart was finally settled a little.

With several long strides, the speed was comparable to a charge. The old soldier who rushed to the flag snatched the torch from the old crow, held the torch a little further away, and looked at the tattered Japanese flag carefully for a long time in the light of the fire. The corners of his mouth twitched but wanted to curl up, as if he had a serious illness. The expression on his face was simply wonderful.

Damn! Did the squad leader get hit in the head during the battle? This is obviously not a normal person!

"Squad leader, are you okay?" The old crow carefully scratched his squad leader.

"Haha! Of course I'm fine now. If you, a fool, burn this flag, I'm afraid you, me and Platoon Leader Long will be in big trouble." The old soldier laughed, and the abnormal hideousness caused by the muscle twitching on his face was diluted a lot by the smile.

"Just this broken flag, what's the matter?" The old crow was stunned.

This military flag has at least five holes. If you give it to a beggar, I guess the beggar will think that this thing is not warm enough.

"Broken flag?" The old soldier's eyes were as big as copper bells, and he continued to laugh.

"Then I will teach you a lesson. Let me ask you whether every squadron and battalion of the Japanese have a military flag?"

"Yes!"

"Then tell me, what does their military flag look like?"

"White background, a red sun, the damned have no aesthetic sense at all, it's so ugly that it looks like a pile of red shit on it."

"Then let me ask you again, have you seen the flag of the Japanese infantry regiment?"

"No, our company has not fought against an infantry regiment. We will not do 300 against 3000." The old crow shook his head honestly.

"Stupid, you have never fought against a regiment, so why are you fighting against a regiment headquarters!" The old soldier's eyes almost rolled up to the sky.

These new recruits from Yeyue Village who have just joined the Four Lines Group are hardworking and have strong learning ability. They are all good seedlings for soldiers, but the rustic atmosphere lingers for a long time.

He dared to guarantee that if he searched this guy, he would definitely find some Japanese military personal gadgets such as pens.

That look of innocence was really like it was engraved in their bones. The best one couldn't even write his own name, so he asked if he had a pen.

"Oh! Squad leader, you said this is their regiment flag! Tsk tsk, this damn infantry regiment is so miserable that they are reluctant to change the flag even though it is so broken." The old crow suddenly realized.

"Hehe! They are reluctant to change it, not because they have no money, but because the Japanese infantry regiments are proud of having a broken regiment flag, which can only show their bravery." The old soldier laughed.

"If I tell you that China and Japan have been fighting for almost two years, and we have killed at least hundreds of thousands of Japanese soldiers, but we have never captured a Japanese infantry regiment flag, what would you think?"

"That means our mountain infantry company is the first in China to capture the Japanese infantry regiment flag!" Old Crow answered instinctively.

The old soldier did not speak, and continued to smile at his unsophisticated subordinate.

"Wait, we are the first in China? The first unit to capture the Japanese regiment flag?" The old crow suddenly realized.

"Isn't that right?"

"Squad leader, put the torch farther away, I'm a little panicked!"

"Why panic? At worst, we can burn it. We don't care about this first place."

"Then is this thing also included with this?" The old crow reluctantly took out the golden flag crown hidden in his pocket and the flagpole thrown aside.

"That's nonsense! Without these two things, the value of this flag will be halved!"

"Young village chief, come quickly! We've made it!" The old crow, who handed over his hidden items, suddenly shouted like crazy. In his excitement, he didn't even call the platoon leader, but Longyan's reputation in Yeyue Village.

"What? The flag of the Japanese infantry regiment, we are the only one in China?" Long Yan, who was directing people to search for valuable materials in the Japanese regiment headquarters, looked really cute.

All the veterans here were called to identify this tattered flag, but no one dared to guarantee that this thing was the flag of the 63rd Infantry Regiment.

Finally, a wounded Japanese infantryman was so excited when he saw the flag that he rushed up to grab it despite the gun behind him, which made Long Yan confirm that this thing was the legendary "Japanese Emperor's Imperial Infantry Regiment Flag".

Of course, this Japanese prisoner who was the last survivor in the battle of the 63rd Infantry Regiment headquarters also lost the opportunity to continue breathing because of his madness and irrationality.

The principle of the Four Lines Regiment for prisoners has always been: If you want to live, you have to kneel down for me. If you want to stand up, hell is very empty and there is enough for you to toss!

"Send a telegram to the commander of the regiment, saying that my reconnaissance platoon, mountain infantry platoon, and guard platoon killed a Japanese colonel and countless other personnel in a night attack on Guangping County. We seized a Japanese army colonel's sword and a tattered rag with a round-headed flagpole!" Long Yan grinned and passed the order.

"Platoon leader, isn't it a bit bad to say this? Will the commander of the regiment..."

The veteran squad leader actually wanted to ask whether the commander of the regiment would beat you, but seeing that the platoon leader Long was in high spirits, he didn't say it after all.

"Haha! If the commander of the regiment wants to beat you, he will also beat my sixth brother! I have been displeased with him for a long time. My sister scolds me when she sees me, saying that I don't look like a platoon leader. It must be the sixth brother who nags me every day." Long Yan's big mouth grinned even wider.

Damn it! The veteran squad leader just remembered that this time the three platoons set out to carry out the mission. Shen Laoliu was the first commander, and Long Yan and Qin Wulang were both deputies. Moreover, the ranking Long Yan just sent a telegram also put the reconnaissance platoon in the front.

But, is it really okay for you to cheat your brother-in-law like this? The veteran squad leader wanted to ask.

Anyway, if he had such a brother-in-law, he would definitely beat his kid every day.

Shen Laoliu, who received the news of the capture of the Japanese army's flag, laughed up to the sky and was excited about his great military achievement.

As a result, a telegram from his brother-in-law who cheated him almost made Shen Laoliu spit out blood.

This is not a confidant at all, it is clearly a confidant and a big trouble!

The brother-in-law and the brother-in-law met outside the city and almost broke off their relationship on the spot!

It was Tang Tuanzuo who replied clearly: "Longyan, you bastard, keep the rag for me. Your fighting skills are very poor. I will personally be your instructor for half a month!"

It was the superior who was very observant! Shen Laoliu laughed so hard that tears almost came out.

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After running back for nearly 3 hours, Kuroda Saburo cried.

However, he didn't cry because the regiment commander was killed, nor because the regiment flag was "stolen" by the Chinese.

Rather, the Chinese were so bold.

Surprisingly, they ambushed him less than 2 kilometers away from Guangping County.

The leading Type 94 tank was directly overturned by the air wave due to the detonation of a roadside bomb and turned into a crippled iron turtle. It was a small matter. The overwhelming firepower from the woods on both sides of the road killed dozens of people in his three most elite infantry squadrons on the spot.

The area around Guangping County is a flat plain area. The Chinese ambushing him here is simply seeking death. The furious Major Kuroda Saburo immediately ordered his Japanese troops to form squadrons, one stayed behind to shoot at the Chinese in the woods, and the other two squadrons began to outflank.

As a result, in the early morning light, the two infantry squadrons that were making a detour successfully stepped on the steel ball infantry mines that the Chinese had gotten from somewhere.

One mine killed and injured two infantry squads!

And his two elite infantry squadrons stepped on five such mines because they were eager for revenge.

More than 130 people were killed or injured.

Honestly, this light intensity is not suitable for fighting against the cunning Chinese. The Japanese army's desire for revenge was like a little brother in minus 30 degrees, withering in the blood.

When the sun finally rose and the Japanese army bravely moved forward, the Chinese in the woods had already run away.

Only Major Saburo Kuroda, who wanted to cry but had no tears, was left in a mess in the morning breeze!

After entering the city, the 63rd Infantry Regiment, including the headless body of Colonel Jiro Kikukawa, and 36 members of the regiment were neatly placed in the garden of the mansion.

Yes, because they were all dead, the only way to describe it is "placed".

"As a family, we must be neat and tidy!" This is how Long Yan explained to his subordinates who were struggling to arrange the bodies.

I can only say that you are a pretty good person! ()