Rise From Eight Hundred

"Dad and Mom: Seeing this letter is like seeing you in person. Mingjing may die in battle on the Jinlong Mountain Plateau today, but please don't blame my sister and brother-in-law. The Book of Poetry that Mingjing read when he was young said: Who says I have no clothes? I share the same clothes with you!

Now, most of my comrades in the class have died before me, and Mingjing doesn't want to live in humiliation. Please forgive me, Dad and Mom."

When Tan Tai Mingjing wrote the word forgiveness, tears finally fell on the paper.

The 18-year-old youth knew that his parents would be heartbroken when they saw this letter, but for him at this time, there was no other way except to die with his comrades.

It's not that he can't retreat, but that he can't retreat!

The entire Jinlong Peak was surrounded and killed by the Japanese army. If he left this position, the last 4 people left on the position would definitely die without a burial place.

After a day of fierce fighting, the Japanese army had left no less than 200 corpses on the battlefield. If it were him, he would never let anyone on the battlefield go. Even if they died, he would definitely chop off their heads and pile them up into a Jingguan.

At this point in the bloody battle, Tan Tai Mingjing had no idea when reinforcements would arrive from the company and the battalion. Although he could tell from the fierce gunshots heard in several places around at dusk that it must be someone from the company or the battalion, they were probably blocked by the damn devils.

The Sihang Regiment was not so extravagant at the moment. Each infantry squad was equipped with a night combat radio, which could only be assigned to the infantry platoon level. If the 13th squad wanted to send out a signal, it could only rely on the only signal gun in the squad.

However, as early as the afternoon, the squad leader had fired three red signal flares, which was the highest level of emergency signal.

In the outside world, three red and three green flares were raised. Tan Tai Ming Jing, who had been a signalman for more than half a year, could understand that it was the delegation and the battalion that decided to reinforce them and asked them to hold on and wait for reinforcements.

However, Tan Tai Ming Jing was not as eager for reinforcements as he had imagined.

Since the afternoon, he had no intention of leaving this position, ever since he saw his brothers, who had been with him day and night for nearly two months, fall in a pool of blood or even torn into pieces.

The squad leader's head was blown into pieces. Tan Tai Ming Jing didn't know how long he had been searching in the red soil, but he didn't find much.

Tan Tai Ming Jing knelt in the trench, holding the flesh that had long stopped bleeding, and howled to the sky, like a lone wolf who had lost his companions.

Until then, Tan Tai Ming Jing finally understood the true meaning of the poem in the Book of Songs, which was not to wear the same battle robe, but our blood would be stained on this battlefield and become one.

The squad leader is an old soldier who has been with his brother-in-law Tang Dao since the Battle of Songjiang. He was originally from the 43rd Army and his family is in Rongcheng. He is also a fellow villager of his brother-in-law Tang Dao. He was injured in the Southeastern Shanxi Campaign the year before last, which caused his legs to be a little lame. According to regulations, he could join the baggage unit and even be a platoon leader in the baggage platoon at the beginning of last year.

But the squad leader refused. In order not to damage the combat effectiveness of the main force, the old soldier who was always unwilling to leave the 7th Company chose to be the leader of the new recruits in the reserve class. In his words, "I can't run fast, but I can see you new recruits running fast, and my heart is also happy."

Tan Tai Ming Jing is the most educated soldier in the class. Because he is Tan Tai Ming Yue's younger brother, he is also a relatively special soldier. The squad leader treats him very well, but he is also the most strict during training.

Others can do 200 push-ups, 400 sit-ups, 3,000-meter fully armed cross-country run, and 40 rounds of live ammunition in a day, but Tan Tai Ming Jing can't do that. His training volume is 5 times that of others.

"On the battlefield, fear will cause adrenaline to surge, and our reactions will be much greater than usual, but fear will also cause panic. Even a strong commander like the regiment commander cannot remain 100% calm.

At this time, if you want to survive, luck is part of it, but more importantly, the muscle memory formed by strict training in normal times. The body will respond to crises without brain judgment!

Jingjing, you are already very good, but it is still not enough for the cruel battlefield. Even a cripple like me is better than you.

You are a rich young man. You could have chosen not to be a soldier, but you chose to be a soldier, especially to be my soldier. I can't let you die in front of me. This has nothing to do with whether you are the younger brother of Captain Tan Tai."

Tan Tai Mingjing always remembered that one day he was so tired that he collapsed on the ground, but he still didn't have dinner because he didn't complete the training task set by the squad leader for him. When he stared at the harsh and almost cold squad leader, the squad leader sat next to him and whispered something.

The squad leader did it, dying in front of the soldiers he had trained with all his might, and Tan Tai Ming Jing also did it, he finally held on until he finished writing 15 letters home.

The biggest wish of the Army corporal, with tears dripping, was no longer to stay alive, but to kill a few more devils before he died.

200 devils were not enough to fill the lives of his brothers.

Under the dim lantern light, Tan Tai Ming Jing stared at the letter in his hand, his eyes full of sorrow.

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Hundreds of miles away, Tan Tai Ming Yue in Taihang Mountain did not sleep either.

The Battle of Zishan has been opened for 5 days. This level of battlefield is not the first time for the Four Lines Regiment and it will definitely not be the last time. Her worry is useless. She will still believe in her husband as before and believe that he will lead the Four Lines Regiment to victory.

But tonight was different from usual. She felt anxious for no reason. Even after putting on her clothes and walking out of the building, the cool mountain breeze outside the door could not blow away her nameless anxiety.

Then, Tantai Mingyue saw the figure of a man in the small courtyard only 10 meters away from her, and a little fire flickered in front of him.

"Abba!" Tantai Mingyue shouted.

Half a year ago, the war in the Taihang Mountains stabilized. In order to spend more time with his children, Lao Tantai chose to build a small wooden house next to his daughter and son-in-law's house, and lived here most of the time.

"Why aren't you asleep, dear? You are a mother now, how can you go through such trouble!" Lao Tantai turned around and threw away the cigarette butt in his hand without leaving any trace.

"Abba, do you think you are the evil one to complain first?" Tantai Mingyue pointed at the crushed cigarette butt, laughing and laughing.

Lao Tantai was not a smoker like Li Jijin who relied on tobacco to numb his pain. Most of his smoking was just for casual occasions. At least Tantai Mingyue had never seen him smoking alone in private when he was so old.

"The war started in Zishan. Tang Dao and Jing'er are over there, so they are a bit worried." Lao Tantai was silent for a moment, and finally said with a sigh.

Tantai Mingyue felt sad, knowing that her father was worried about his little brother.

Although Tantai Yunshu is nearly 50 years old, he is still handsome. People who are not familiar with him think that he is a romantic and talented man, similar to the legendary Prince Duan of Dali. The famous wife slaves and children slaves in Jiangnan.

From knowing that Tantai Mingyue joined the army, he ignored the danger of war and traveled thousands of miles to search for her in the war zone. It can be seen that this man's love for his children is a top figure among fathers.

"Abba, don't worry. He is at the 3rd Battalion Headquarters. With Battalion Commander Leng here, he will be protected." Tantai Mingyue could only suppress the irritation in her heart and try her best to comfort her father.

"There is no better son than a father. No one in this world understands that brat better than me." Tantai Yunshu shook his head slightly.

"Xiao Jing is from our Tantai family, but he doesn't have much talent in literature and painting. He has studied hard for many years, but it's just normal. In normal times, he might be able to accept this ordinary fate, but here in Taihang Mountain, he A new door opened for him.

During the New Year of the previous year, the moment Xiao Jing looked at the neat rows of officers and soldiers of my Si Xing Regiment, I knew that his heart was moved. Since writing can't settle the world with pen, then he can settle the world with horses. After all, none of the children of my Tantai family is mediocre! Everyone has his own talent.

Needless to say, Tang Dao said, I also know that this brat will train harder than ordinary people, just so that one day he can go to the battlefield and tell everyone that he is a good son of the Tantai family! For this ideal, he is not afraid of death! "

Tantai Mingyue's eyes flashed with sadness.

With her ice-snow intelligence, she was able to tell the truth. Mom and dad finally agreed to let her join the army. Wasn't it because she wanted to fulfill her dream? Including her choice of Tantai Mingyue, the same reason applies.

However, when watching their children go on the path of their choice, they are also worried, which is not inconsistent with fulfillment.

"Well, it's useless to worry. Go to sleep! You don't need to send a telegram to Tang Dao. As the leader of a regiment, he is responsible for the safety of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Zishan. Xiao Jing has his own destiny. This is No one can stop it." Lao Tantai waved and turned around to enter the house.

In the dim night, he couldn't help but light up a cigarette.

The son cares about his parents, and the parents' concern can only be doubled!

But this is war!

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"Mirror, no, squad leader, Sparrow said he felt that the Japs might be touching him again!" A soldier who was about the same age as Tantai Mingjing and covered in blood rushed into the tunnel.

"Let's go! Kill them!" Tantai Mingjing didn't waste any more words. He stuffed all the letters into the cloth bag he had prepared, picked up the submachine gun beside him, and left.

"Dunzi, are you ready with the guns that you, Sparrow, and the Third Fatty have prepared?" Tantai Mingjing asked as he hurriedly rushed out of the tunnel.

"As you said, everything is set up!" The soldier nicknamed Dunzi nodded fiercely.

"Also, remember to explain to the three fat men that after the machine gun fires a long burst, they will immediately move their positions. Everyone should not be in the same fighting position for more than 10 seconds!" Tantai Mirror continued to explain.

Since the deputy squad leader died in the counterattack at 9 p.m., Tantai Mingjing has become the only soldier with more than one year of service in the entire Jinlong Peak Highlands. According to the principle of succession in the Four Lines Regiment, he has become the only soldier in the entire Jinlong Peak Highlands. The squad leader of a 6-man reserve infantry squad.

However, in the next two battles, two more comrades were killed, and the strength of the infantry squad was once again reduced to four.

There is currently a shortage of soldiers on the battlefield, but there is no shortage of guns and ammunition. Except for the squad leader, who was shot to pieces with his gun, the guns of the other comrades who died in the battle can basically still be used, and there is even more ammunition.

Before going up to the Jinlong Peak Highlands, Li Jiujin specially asked a 10-man engineering team to reinforce the tunnels and positions that had been built. By the way, he also sent them 10,000 rounds of various bullets and 5 boxes of grenades.

If you add in the 300 rounds of ammunition, 3,000 rounds of machine guns, 90 grenades, and 50 mortars carried by the infantry squad in front of the position, the entire Jinlongfeng position alone contains 80,000 rounds of ammunition and 240 grenades.

It was also officially sufficient ammunition that allowed this infantry squad of only 15 people to block the Japanese army's endless attacks that came almost every hour.

In addition, Tantai Mingjing and Dunzi used the cover of night to sneak down to an area 40 meters away from the position during the break when the Japanese attack stopped, and collected more than a dozen Japanese-style 38-type rifles and nearly a thousand rounds of ammunition.

Tantai Mingjing, who was born in a famous family, has always had a sense of crisis that "people who have no long-term worries must have short-term worries". No matter how many bullets there are, there will always be a moment when they are used up. The reinforcements are blocked and they don't know when they will arrive. He fought hard, but he ran out of bullets. Wouldn't it be a great loss to die?

Therefore, in addition to the semi-automatic rifles, submachine guns, MG42 machine guns, and long-handled grenades that are standard equipment for the infantry squad of the Fourth Line Regiment, there are currently 16 Japanese-style rifles and 38 melon grenades on the position.

Tantai Mingjing, who was the squad leader for the first time, was even more astonishingly calm. Before returning to the tunnel to write a letter, he arranged for the three soldiers who stayed on the position to fire more than 20 guns with a 6-meter-long shot according to his arrangement. The distance is set in the fighting position, each gun is loaded with bullets, and 6 unscrewed grenades are placed near the gun.

"Say it again, I, Dunzi, am a sparrow in the frontline trench. After emptying the magazine, I immediately throw 2 to 3 grenades and immediately move to the next battle position!

In addition, San Fatty, you are the strongest fire suppressor for the three of us. In the dark, muzzle flames are the easiest to expose your position. You must and can only move for me and not be targeted by Japanese grenades or infantry cannons. You and the machine gun Once it's over, it won't be long before the three of us go to the underworld to have a drink with you. "With a quick glance outside the dark position, Tantai Mingjing, who was squatting down, looked at the two comrades beside him with determination, making final arrangements before the battle.

Although the skinny and dry Sparrow said that the Japanese army was about to touch him, it was just his feeling, but Tantai Mingjing believed in the intuition of his comrades. If it weren't for this guy with keen intuition, it would have been impossible for them, who already had only two flares. He repelled three rounds of Japanese attacks from a distance of 40 meters at night with visibility no more than 10 meters.

"Mirror, you can fight as you say, we will all obey you." The three fat men replied angrily.

The third fat man is not fat, but he is not tall, and his body has the thickness unique to northerners, making him look very stocky.

However, this figure is not in vain, and his strength is one of the best in the entire Class 13. According to his strength, he was assigned the job of a machine gun ammunition hand. One person can carry a machine gun loaded with 6 250 rounds. Box marching of ammunition chains.

You know, that's more than 30 kilograms, but the third eldest son in the family can still grin and say, this weight is nothing. When he is at home, he pulls a 100 kilogram plow to plow the fields.

Tantai Mingjing finally knew that the book about being as strong as an ox was not a boast. There were really people who could be bossed around like an ox.

The ammunition hand became a machine gunner as early as the afternoon of the day!

Although the machine gun bunker with a wide range of fire is strong enough, it cannot withstand the back-and-forth bombardment of the 150-meter heavy artillery! During a round of shelling, two heavy artillery pieces hit the nearby bunker and collapsed. The machine gun in the spare No. 2 machine gun fortification was naturally targeted by the Japanese army.

Under the relentless attack of infantry artillery and grenade launchers, the main machine gunner had more than a dozen shrapnel wounds all over his body. His whole body was like a sieve, and even seven or eight first aid kits could not stop the bleeding.

As a result, Er Pang became the first machine gunner in the 7th company so far without the assistance of an ammunition hand.

Fortunately, he was strong enough to hold the gun with one hand and the ammunition belt with the other. The extremely excellent rate of fire of the MG42 was not reduced much.

Just as Tantai Mingjing said, without the machine gun in the hands of the three fat men, it would be almost impossible for the three infantrymen to hold their position in this dark night.

According to the battle history records of the Four Lines Regiment, the Japanese army rarely fought at night, but in this battle, after dark, the Japanese army had launched four rounds of attacks, which was almost the same intensity as during the day.

"Boom!" There was a crisp sound in the darkness!

It was a Japanese-style can left more than 40 meters away. There were stones inside. The mountain wind could not move it, but as long as someone touched it, it would definitely make a sound.

"Hit!" Tantai Mingjing roared, holding the MP38 left by the deputy squad leader, and swept towards the bottom of the position without hesitation.

In the night, a tongue of flame visible to the naked eye shone in Tantai Mingjing's hands, and the 32-round magazine was empty in almost three seconds.

Tens of meters away, miserable howls echoed through the night sky.

A thick 9 mm caliber bullet can hit a human body at a distance of 50 meters, but a hole the size of a wine glass can make it lose its combat effectiveness with just one shot. Not to mention that with the MP38's rate of fire, once it hits, it will take at least three shots.

It would be weird to cry for father and mother if it hurts.

There was no time to see the results of his battle, so he simply dropped the gun, ducked into the trench, dodged several bullets, and rushed towards another Czech semi-automatic rifle 6 meters away with all his strength. .

The trenches were more than 150 meters long, and under the frantic running and shooting of three soldiers, gunshots rang out almost everywhere.

This is also the reason why the frontline Japanese army still believes that there are still dozens of soldiers on this high ground.

The MG42 machine gun in San Pang's hand also roared angrily, spraying a hail of bullets downwards.

More than 100 rounds of bullets were all emptied within 10 seconds, and a cloud of blood mist exploded in the sequence of Japanese soldiers who knew they had been exposed and started to straighten up and activate the charge mode!

A Japanese soldier was shot in the main artery of his neck. Blood spurted out four to five meters away, spraying all over the head and face of a Japanese officer wearing the rank of captain.

Reaching out to wipe away the blood on his face, Captain Hideaki Tsushima's eyes flashed with anger. He moved the command knife forward and roared: "Onboard!"

Amidst the deafening gunfire, the Japanese army's frantic chants of "on board" resounded.

The fierce defensive battle in the Jinlong Peak Highlands has reached its climax!

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