Rise From Eight Hundred

But that was the last time the Japanese army heard the voice of Captain Tsushima Hideaki.

The Japanese Army Captains who came from the Tsushima family were all well-known "Imperial Way" stalwarts in the 1st Division. If he had not been a lieutenant in the military and protected by the Tsushima family during the coup that shocked Japan, this fanatical "Imperial Way" stalwart would definitely have been sent to the gallows.

It was precisely because of Tsushima Hideaki's fame and courage that Okamura Arishi, the then Lieutenant Colonel Deputy Commander of the 501st Infantry Regiment that attacked Jinlongfeng Heights, put him and the infantry squadron he led on this wave of attack.

This was also the most determined attack with the largest number of troops deployed by the 501st Infantry Regiment, with nearly 280 infantrymen from 6 infantry squads.

Because another infantry battalion that was blocking the Chinese reinforcements had sent news that the Chinese offensive was too fierce. In order to break through the position, the Chinese even deployed a small mountain tank, which was equipped with a small-caliber tank gun that could smash even hundreds of kilograms of boulders with one blow.

Relying on the favorable terrain, nearly a thousand imperial officers and soldiers suffered heavy losses. By the evening, less than half of them could still fight. If they could not conquer the high ground by dawn, then the nearly a thousand imperial officers and soldiers of the infantry battalion would be loyal to the empire and the emperor.

Therefore, Okamura Arizhi invested his last reserve team in this early morning. Everyone left a suicide note before going to the battlefield and wrapped their heads with white cloth, ready to die with honor.

But no one expected that the highest commander of the death infantry squadron, Captain Tsushima, had died in battle just after the boarding charge began.

Although it was dark at night, Private Yuichiro Umehara, who was not far from him, saw the whole process of Captain Tsushima's death.

It was a row of unknown bullets with flames, hitting the head of Captain Tsushima, who was still wearing a steel helmet. The whole head was like a candle, instantly ignited, and illuminated the space of more than ten meters.

Tsushima Eiaki, just like the "Ming" in his name, became a bright thing that illuminated the darkness.

The flesh and fat were roasted by the flames, making a disgusting sizzling sound, but the victim was like a piece of rotten wood, lying on the ground with his face up and motionless.

With the help of the firelight, Private First Class Umehara could clearly see that Captain Tsushima, who was still in flames, had already been completely unrecognizable. His whole face was like being hit by a large hammer, and there was no so-called facial features at all.

If it weren't for the restraint of the steel helmet, the terrifying shot just now would probably have blown his head apart.

The frightened Private First Class Umehara instinctively stopped the short legs that had just stepped hard, and it was this stop that saved his life.

Holding the Dragon Breath Shotgun, Tan Tai Ming Jing calmly aimed at the bottom and fired the second shot.

The Dragon Breath Shotgun was a defensive weapon that the regiment had just issued to each infantry squad half a month before the war. The squad leader had always treated it like a treasure. Only four people in the squad were qualified to try out the 30 rounds of live ammunition for training that were issued with the gun.

Tan Tai Ming Jing was one of the four people.

Because the ammunition was large and heavy, the infantry squad could not carry too much. Before the war, each squad was issued 40 rounds of ammunition in a box, making the Dragon Breath Shotgun the most scarce gun in the infantry squad. Therefore, even though the Japanese army had recently attacked less than 30 meters away from the position, the squad leader did not use this gun.

"Mirror, remember, no matter what time, you have to keep your trump card. Once the trump card is revealed, it will be a real moment of death. There is no life and death, only when you die, you must drag enough people with you." This was what the squad leader solemnly told Tan Tai Ming Jing at noon.

Perhaps at that time, the veteran who had lived on the battlefield for two years had foreseen his own end, and he was giving his successor a last lesson in advance.

The veteran's students made good progress on the battlefield. Tan Tai Ming Jing actually persisted until this time and took out the shotgun for the first time.

The black and dense Japanese soldiers rushed over, so there was no need for Tan Tai Ming Jing to aim. All he could do now was to try his best to stay calm, like a cold and ruthless machine, aiming all the bullets in his hand at them, just like he aimed the first shot at the Japanese officer holding a command knife who showed his figure in the firelight of the grenade explosion.

However, at a distance of 40 meters, Tan Tai Ming Jing, who had inadvertently entered the realm of the gun moving at will and possessed the illusory gun feeling that Tang Dao had said to him, shot the opponent's head with great accuracy.

The second shot, Tan Tai Ming Jing aimed at the Japanese infantryman carrying a flamethrower. That thing was rare in the Japanese army, but thanks to his awesome brother-in-law, when the two chatted privately, in order to increase his brother-in-law's survival rate on the battlefield, Tang Dao stuffed all the individual weapons he knew during World War II into Tan Tai Ming Jing.

For most people, this kind of cramming education would have the opposite effect, but fortunately, although Tan Tai Ming Jing had ordinary talent in writing poetry and painting, his brain was good enough to remember most of the characteristics of individual weapons of various countries mentioned by Tang Dao.

Among them was the monster weapon invented in World War I - the flamethrower. In the war of German invasion of Poland in 1939, the modified individual flamethrower was born and frightened infantrymen all over the world.

The famous M2 flamethrower tried by American cowboys on a small island in the Pacific even surpassed the 406mm main gun of the battleship after the war and became the most feared weapon of the Japanese army.

How could the Japanese military industry, as a little expert in learning, let go of such awesome weapons and equipment?

The First Division had just changed its equipment in Shengjing not long ago. This flamethrower, which was specially used to sweep trenches, bunkers and bunkers, was equipped with 10 units as a trial unit for the First Division. It happened that the infantry squadron under Tsushima Hideaki was equipped with one unit.

The reason why this flamethrower had not been put into battle to deal with the Chinese in the trenches was that the Japanese infantry had not approached the 40-meter range in more than 10 waves of attacks, and the maximum spray distance of this Japanese flamethrower was only 32 meters. It was not until this wave of desperate attacks that Okamura Ariyoshi decided to take it out and make a last-ditch effort.

Of course, in addition to the short flamethrowing distance, another important reason was that the flamethrower was too heavy. After being filled with fuel, the entire device weighed more than 35 kilograms, which was simply an impossible task for the Japanese infantry, who were already short.

The First Division selected from the 30,000 troops, and only managed to find 10 flame shooters and 10 reserve shooters.

Then, the carefully selected shooters became the brightest guys on the battlefield.

Tan Tai Ming Jing, who had completely entered the life hunter mode, just swung the muzzle and aimed at the Japanese soldier who was bending over and exposing the flame launcher on his back.

The shotgun with flames was like a thunderbolt, hitting the fuel tank accurately!

"Boom!" It exploded!

The radius of the explosion fireball was 20 meters, and the bright flames even illuminated the entire battlefield, which allowed Corporal Umehara to clearly see the hell scene 30 meters to the left.

In the scorching heat formed by the explosion, the Japanese soldier and the 20 or so Japanese soldiers around him fell down with howls.

But the sudden explosion was just the appetizer of this disaster, and the fuel oil with a reserve of up to 18 liters was the most deadly.

A second explosion occurred inside the ejector storage tank that was blown into the air, and a large amount of fuel with flames scattered on the battlefield, like a meteor shower.

That was a more deadly rain of fire than bullets!

Not to mention the Japanese infantry at the center of the explosion, even the three Chinese soldiers in the trench more than 40 meters away instinctively stopped shooting and hid in the trench in front of the air wave of the huge fireball.

There were at least six firemen on the battlefield, howling and rolling wildly on the ground, but at this time, no one could help him put out the raging flames on his body.

After only a dozen seconds, the howling and fluttering firemen fell silent, but the fire was still burning. The rich fat in the human body provided sufficient energy for the subsequent combustion, forming 6 fire piles on the battlefield.

The originally dim battlefield suddenly became a little bright.

The Japanese army, who had already shouted to start the charge on board, could clearly see the young face of Tan Tai Mingjing holding a big gun.

Similarly, Tan Tai Ming Jing could see more clearly the frightened and hideous faces of the Japanese infantrymen illuminated by the Japanese human fire.

"Kill!" Tan Tai Ming Jing roared while firing.

At the same time, he began to move at high speed.

The violent recoil of the shotgun seemed to have no effect on Tan Tai Ming Jing. With only a muffled "bang", seven or eight Japanese infantrymen fell down.

The efficiency was two points higher than the high-rate machine gun that was roaring constantly in the slightly farther area.

"Kill!" The two soldiers on the other sides of the trench were inspired and also held semi-automatic rifles and desperately pulled the trigger downwards.

There was no aiming, just desperately pulling the trigger in one direction, emptying the magazine as quickly as possible, and then loading the magazine on the body into the bolt as quickly as possible.

Until then, the two soldiers might understand why the squad leader required everyone to be proficient in all the firearms in the infantry squad during normal training, and the extremely boring steps of loading and unloading bullets had to be repeated hundreds or even thousands of times.

Maybe in ordinary battles, the 5 seconds are not important, but in this kind of purely life-threatening situation, 5 seconds is enough to continue the firepower to ensure the killing of the enemy, and you don't have to be stabbed in the chest by the Japanese bayonet.

Because Dunzi saw with his own eyes that a Japanese soldier had climbed up the specially dug anti-collision slope, only 10 meters away from him. It seemed that as long as he took another step, he could hold the long Type 38 rifle and pierce him through.

But he had just finished loading the magazine at this time, and with a roar, Dunzi fired two shots at the Japanese soldier and knocked him to the ground.

Here we have to mention the great role of the two veterans of the 13th squad. After arriving at this position, the two veterans adapted to local conditions and renovated the front of the position. Using the height difference, they used soil to pad a 40-degree earth slope about ten meters in front of the trench.

This made the slope, which was originally more than 20 degrees, even steeper at the front of the position. In the words of the veterans, even if a galloping horse ran here and wanted to enter our position, it would have to slow down.

Although the Japanese used 105mm and even 150mm howitzers to bombard this position continuously, they still failed to blow up this natural and artificially modified earth slope, which caused the Japanese army to slow down as soon as they rushed to more than 30 meters away from the position.

What's more terrible is that the melon-shaped grenades that could be thrown more than 30 meters away on flat ground could not be thrown into the position in large quantities due to the height difference.

Dozens of grenades basically exploded on the outer edge of the position, not only failing to injure the three Chinese soldiers in the inner layer, but also using gunpowder smoke to cover them.

This is also one of the reasons why the bullets fired by more than a hundred Japanese soldiers did not hurt anyone.

In just over 20 seconds of fighting time, no less than a hundred Japanese troops were lying on the slope. The remaining more than a hundred Japanese troops were also suppressed, and the shouting of the soldiers had disappeared by now.

The courage before launching the decisive battle was not only exhausted by the death of a large number of comrades, but also at the end of the war.

However, the Japanese troops did not retreat. Most of the Japanese troops began to crawl on the ground and shoot at the Chinese, and dozens of others were ready to move.

It was not that they were brave enough, but the then Lieutenant Colonel and Deputy Captain of the 501st Infantry Regiment relayed the military orders of Colonel Yoshio Miyauchi.

"This battle is related to the honor of the entire division. There is no retreat order in this battle! There are only two outcomes in this battle. Either you plant the general's flag on the Chinese position and fly it high, or you all fight for the empire and Your Majesty the Emperor is loyal."

The Japanese army also knew that before they entered this position, a heavy machine gun team of the brigade had set up four heavy machine guns 500 meters away. However, it was not on the two wings of the attack, but right behind them.

That was the Supervisory Team. They had only appeared behind the security forces before, but now it was their turn.

Going forward, there is still a chance of survival, but going backward, there is only a dead end.

Even Private Umehara, who was lying on the ground secretly smearing the blood of his colleagues on his face and neck, did not think about taking advantage of the chaos to retreat. He just thought about surviving for a little longer, just in case he Those colleagues who were also forced into a desperate situation used their numerical superiority to drown those terrible Chinese!

Anyway, after seeing Captain Tsushima's almost roasted rotten tomato head, he would never become cannon fodder.

In fact, Private Umehara never fired a shot at all. He just symbolically took off the melon grenades hanging on his chest and threw two of them forward to prove that he was still working hard.

The one who shoots dies quickly.

Private Umehara, who was hiding behind a stone, saw with his own eyes that in the thick smoke, a gun spewing death flames seemed to have eyes, beating the two sergeants Akanishi and Ishita into a sieve.

The two sergeants who were not in the same team but had a close relationship just fired two shots each.

Two sharpshooters who had made a bet on the train to see who could shoot 10 Chinese soldiers first, each scored zero points and became the Chinese record.

The accurate shot of the big gun, which caused sparks and lightning to kill a large area, and the high-speed machine gun that kept wandering around in several positions were the main reasons for suppressing the Japanese army, which still had an infantry squadron, and wanted to charge upward.

The grenades continuously dropped in the other two places also made the Japanese infantry miserable.

They were hiding in the wilderness. They could avoid bullets by lying on the ground, but they had no resistance to the splattering grenade fragments flying around.

Even if he watched the smoking grenade fall next to him, there was no other effective protection except roaring in despair and trying his best to roll out.

It is not that there are brave people who try to pick up the grenade and throw it away or kick it away, but the Chinese are very cunning. They basically hold it in their hands for two seconds before throwing it out, leaving less than one second for the Japanese army.

After several brave men sacrificed their lives to make the final demonstration, all the Japanese soldiers chose to get out of their way, and the rest was left to Amaterasu.

Obviously, shrapnel that can splash at least ten meters away is not very popular with Amaterasu. Amidst the rising smoke, the miserable howls of the Japanese troops also come and go.

However, as the Japanese army fought back desperately, the good luck of the four Chinese soldiers headed by Tantai Mingjing also came to an end.

As two consecutive grenades exploded a few meters away from the three fat men, the three fat men, who had not had any battlefield experience before, also felt the crisis.

He was targeted by Japanese grenadiers after he wandered five battle positions in a row.

He wanted to run away as soon as he picked up the machine gun, but the Japanese grenade launchers had been looking for him for nearly a minute. How could they let him go so easily?

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Five consecutive rounds of grenades exploded a few meters away from the three fat men, and the thick smoke aroused was no less than that of the 60mm gun in the infantry squad that had fired three rounds of empty shells.

In the smoke, the three fat men, who were as thick as a bluestone brick wall, felt that their eyes were blood red and they could not see anything. There was a roar in their ears. It was clear that the gunshots on the battlefield were fierce, but at that moment, the battlefield seemed to be over. Average, very quiet.

That time was very short, but it seemed as long as a century. Faintly, San Fatty, whose whole face was stained red with blood, heard Dunzi from a village seem to shout: "Fuck San Fatty, you are so special." Why don't you shoot me! If you don't shoot, the Japanese will come, hurry up!"

"Here it comes!" Shaking his groggy head hard, the third fat man who usually didn't talk much replied to himself. He fumbled with the machine gun at hand and put it on the fortification based on memory, then pulled the trigger. .

The reason why he relied on memory was not that it was too dark, but that the third fat man's eyes were still red. He couldn't see anything except red, no matter how he wiped it with his sleeve.

"Puff!" Fiery gunfire sounded again.

The Japanese troops who had rushed to less than 20 meters away from the position wailed again!

Tantai Mingjing also emptied the last bullet of the Dragon's Breath shotgun. He glanced regretfully at this big gun that the squad leader cherished so much. Tantai Mingjing tied two grenades to it without mercy and pulled the string. He smashed it at the Japanese army more than ten meters away.

With a sound of "Boom!", the three Japanese soldiers rolled down the 40-degree hillside with a howl.

This is a new weapon that the regiment has just equipped. It must not be seized by the Japanese army. If the person is there, the gun is there. If the person is dead, the gun is dead. This is also the unwritten rule of the company when issuing guns.

"Dunzi, Fatty, Sparrow, all come closer to me!" Tan Tai Mingjing, who did not hesitate to blow up the good guns, roared wildly, and then pulled out the signal gun from his waist and fired 4 shots into the sky.

Four red flares rose into the sky for dozens of meters, and then fell, just like the setting sun, the red brilliant light gradually disappeared into the darkness!

Less than 800 meters away from Jinlong Peak, Leng Feng, who had just arrived, suddenly looked up and saw the four red flares rising into the sky. The muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched fiercely.

Tu Yunsheng and the soldiers who were organizing three infantry squads to prepare for the sixth attack also suddenly marched, and many soldiers couldn't help but burst into tears.

They were too late after all!