Rise From Eight Hundred

The thousand-meter-wide plain between the Chinese and Japanese armies was filled with smoke, and the Japanese infantry struggled to survive in the artillery fire.

But the Chinese and Japanese infantry in the trenches focused their attention on the 20 conspicuous vehicles speeding in the smoke.

The Japanese infantry hoped that the tanks of their own tank squadron would crush the trench defense line that the Chinese had just hastily arranged like a hammer, and then kill all around.

The 1st Division has been stationed in the Northeast for nearly 4 years, and they have long been accustomed to the Chinese not daring to look at their military power.

Even the Four-Line Regiment in the Purple Mountain, facing the attack of the oldest division in the empire, can't it only rely on the geographical advantage of the mountains for defense? Suddenly, such a Chinese army came and confronted them openly, and also used heavy firepower to attack first. The proud 1st Division of the Empire's officers and soldiers wanted to give the Chinese a fierce counterattack.

Now, the First Tank Squadron of the Division has fulfilled their wishes. They can definitely do it. The Japanese infantrymen trembling in the trenches can be said to have placed high hopes on the iron knights of the empire.

Sergeant Ishida Kotada is the commander and observer of the No. 6 car of the First Tank Squadron of the First Division.

This low-level Japanese officer who came from a noble servant family has a tenacity that most Japanese soldiers have never had. He joined the army at the age of 20. Ishida Kotada, who only had a primary school education, spent a full three years from a private engaged in weapon maintenance to a corporal. Because he repaired the Type 96 machine gun that was almost damaged in the battle, he was appreciated by his superiors and was eventually sent to the tank squadron. Three years later, he became the best driver of the tank squadron and was promoted to sergeant-level commander.

Although this promotion speed is far less than those officers who have experienced non-commissioned officer school, 6 years is enough to become a captain, but for a child from a servant family, it is already very inspiring.

Of course, this was not the first time that Sergeant Ishida Kotada went to the battlefield. In the Battle of Nomonhan last year, he personally led his No. 6 tank to fight against the T26 tanks of the Russian army. Although he did not destroy a new Russian tank, the No. 6 tank he led was one of the 10 tanks that survived among the 80 tanks assembled by two divisions.

The Chinese defense line was just 300 meters away. Ishida Kotada had seen the appearance of the Chinese's crude defense line through the observation hole. They were all simple trenches dug in less than an hour. The depth would not exceed 1 meter and the width would not exceed 5 meters. The Type 97 tank he led could almost crush them effortlessly.

The 15-ton tank's own weight would easily crush anyone and anything that dared to stand in front of the car. The feeling of the tracks crushing the human body was like wearing military boots and stepping on a few ripe persimmons. They were a little soft, but the scarlet juice would spurt far away.

This feeling is a bit disgusting, but also a bit exciting, especially when I think of those Chinese who are crushed under the tracks and are not dead for a while.

The only thing to guard against is that the Chinese hiding in the trenches may detonate cluster grenades. The heavy tank chassis is not afraid of explosives that have no armor-piercing ability, but the tracks are not that strong.

"Driver, slow down; gunner, aim at the enemy trench and fire! Kill some of those little bugs first, machine gunner, get ready, and clear any little bugs that dare to enter the 100 meters around the tank." The tough Sergeant Ishida Kotada patted the driver's shoulder and shouted to give orders to the other three members in the car.

The other three people followed Ishida Kotada's orders and made tactical moves. The huge body of the Type 97 tank slowed down from 30 kilometers per hour to 10 kilometers per hour. The muzzle of the 57mm howitzer began to lower and aim forward. The 7mm machine gun at the front of the vehicle also opened the safety.

The four-man team of the No. 6 tank has been working together for almost 2 years. In the Battle of Nomonhan a year ago, it was because of the perfect cooperation of the four people like a precision machine that they escaped from the dead. Unlike many of their colleagues, they were not torn into half-cooked pieces by the big guy with 50mm front armor of the bear.

Tanks are not like infantry. Once an armor-piercing projectile penetrates the interior of the tank, there will be no living space at all. Not to mention the flying shrapnel, the high temperature brought by the metal jet alone can roast people.

The 57mm short-barreled howitzer began to fire. The skilled gunner fired very accurately. With only one test shot, the shell fell to an area less than 5 meters away from the trench. After three shots, the trench in the direction of the No. 6 vehicle was already charred.

A machine gun fortification hastily built with sandbags was directly blown to pieces, and the trench also collapsed.

Ishida Xiaozhong, who had been observing from the observation hole, nodded with satisfaction, but this tough Japanese tank commander still did not dare to relax his vigilance, and his eyes stayed in the distance.

In fact, in front of the roaring chariots of the Empire, the Chinese were really too quiet. Based on his experience in encircling and suppressing the rebels in the battlefield of Northeast China, shouldn't they sweep over with Mauser pistols, rifles, and machine guns? Even if they knew it was useless.

Moreover, after several shots, no human tissue was blown up in the trenches. Could it be that the Chinese saw that they were invincible and took the initiative to retreat?

If that was the case, perhaps the 1st Tank Squadron would create a myth and break the defense line of thousands of people with the strength of a squadron.

However, Ishida Xiaozhong was still rational to hide this happiness and did not easily reveal it, unlike his boss Captain Kamiya, who was ostentatious, who was still shouting in the radio communicator at this time: "Brave knights of the Empire, follow me, forward, forward!"

Tank No. 1 is not too far away from Tank No. 6, about 100 meters away. Because its speed has not slowed down, it should be a full 70 meters ahead of Tank Tank No. 6. In order to get a better view, Xiaochu Ishida took the risk to open the roof of the tank. He quietly poked his head through the hatch to observe.

Of course Ishida Xiaotada, who was looking around and observing, had no idea that the No. 6 tank had just fired several rounds, not only destroying a machine gun fortification and a small section of trenches, but also that two Chinese soldiers had died in this wave of precise shelling.

That was the defense line of the 1st Company and 1st Platoon of the 3rd Battalion of the 772nd Regiment. The soldiers of an infantry squad saw the Japanese tanks getting closer and closer. The infantry squad leader immediately ordered the soldiers to get into combat positions. This is also the rule of the 772th Regiment against the enemy, even if the bullets cannot The officers and soldiers of the 772nd Regiment will not flinch even if they penetrate the steel behemoth.

The two soldiers who were less than 6 meters away from the shelling site were killed by the terrible shrapnel of the grenade. Until they died, they were still lying quietly on the dug-out fighting positions, which had long been painted in dark green Germanic colors. The helmet did not completely block the flying shrapnel.

"Platoon leader, where are our guns! Where are our rapid-fire guns! Didn't you say that these guns can hit tanks?" The infantry squad leader half dragged and half carried the remains of his comrades to the side of the trench asked with a strong cry. The infantry platoon leader rushed over.

The demolition team is still hiding 50 meters in front of the position, more than 200 meters away from the Japanese tanks. If this continues, they will only be beaten passively, and they don't know how many sacrifices they will have to make.

It was fine if we didn't have cannons in the past. Why not use them now that we have cannons?

"You yell, I'm an infantry platoon leader, not an artillery platoon leader. The company commander is calling the battalion commander, please wait for me." Looking at the bodies of the sacrificed soldiers, the infantry platoon leader's eyes were as wide as copper bells.

As a low-level commander, he can only act according to orders, even if it is helpless.

"Regiment commander, several battalion commanders called and said that the Japanese tanks were parked more than 200 meters away and were attacking the position with cannons and machine guns. They had caused many casualties. They hoped to fight back with rapid-fire artillery." ran the regiment chief of staff. Come over and report to Wang Xiaoqiang, who is watching the battlefield closely with a telescope.

"No!" Wang Xiaoqiang's face turned cold.

"Whoever dares to fire a shot 100 meters before the Japanese tank enters the position will be subject to military law!"

"Leader", the chief of staff of the regiment, wanted to speak again, but saw Wang Xiaoqiang put down his binoculars, his eyes revealing perseverance.

"Old Zhao, when our regiment had no artillery, could we fight this battle?"

"We can fight!" The regiment chief of staff did not hesitate.

"That's it. I can fight without cannons, but even better with cannons. Finally, the enemy tanks dared to attack without following the infantry. What if they fire from such a distance and scare the bastards away? It will be you, Zhao, then. Should I go after him or should I, Old Wang, go after me?”

"What do you mean, regiment commander?" The regiment chief of staff, who originally insisted on firing artillery to support the front-line infantry, lit up.

"What I mean is that since we are going to close the door and beat the dogs, we have to wait until the dogs come into the yard and a guy makes dumplings for them." Wang Xiaoqiang said.

"No one wants to see sacrifices, but if some of these 20-odd Japanese tanks are allowed to escape, we will have to pay even greater sacrifices in the future.

This battle is called pulling out the tiger's teeth. No matter how painful the bite is, I will still pull out these tiger teeth. "

"Then I'll explain it to them." The regiment chief of staff nodded.

"If these battalion commanders don't know my intentions until now, then they should go home and forget about it and ignore them." Wang Xiaoqiang waved his hand.

"But I can tell them that the company and platoon that killed the most Japs tanks in this battle will be awarded first-class collective merit to that company and platoon, and second-class merit to the members of the demolition team individually. If they are not ranked first, then only Credit will be given to each individual based on the number of Japanese tanks blown up.”

"Captain, you are going to let them start robbing us!"

"It's okay to rob, but blowing up the Japanese tanks is the last word!"

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As soon as the news reached the front line that Commander Wang Da's battalion and company could be credited with first-class collective merit for killing the most Japanese tanks, the company and platoon leaders were eagerly waiting for the six rapid-fire guns of the regiment's artillery company to join the battle. , instead he waited eagerly for the Japanese tanks to continue advancing, while calculating how many Japanese tanks there were on his defense line.

At this time, in the eyes of this group of eager Chinese infantry, the Japanese tanks were no longer just fire-breathing steel monsters, but military achievements.

First-class collective military merit is not only an honor, but also a generous reward!

Now the 921st Division has also begun to study with the Four Lines Regiment. Those who have achieved combat merit will receive bonuses and medals, and they will also have three days of vacation. If they achieve first-class merit as a company, that will be a silver medal for each person. It is a grand festival. Don't wear it on your chest to make those brother troops who don't have it jealous to death?

Zhen Youcai is one of these officers and soldiers who want to gain military exploits. In fact, Zhen Youcai wants to gain military exploits more than most people.

However, others want to gain military exploits either because of glory or rewards, but not Zhen Youcai, a top-class soldier who joined the army in southeastern Shanxi.

Zhen Youcai wants to leave the army and go home.

Not because he was afraid of death, but because he wanted to go home.

The 683rd Brigade is good at everything, but the only thing that makes Zhen Youcai feel bad is the 80th Army's marriage regulations. Only members of the "285th Regiment" can apply for marriage. They are 28 years old and have 5 years of military service. Zhen Youcai thinks it's nothing. It would take a while, but Zhen Youcai, who had only served in the regiment and was just a first-class soldier, felt that it was simply an impossible condition to meet.

Others can wait and get married, but Zhen Youcai can't. He is the son of his parents who were born when they were 40 years old. He has 6 older sisters. His parents are almost 65 years old. Their only hope is to see their youngest son get married.

Moreover, his parents are open-minded enough. For the sake of national hatred and family feuds, even he, the only son, is willing to contribute to the army. However, in this issue of passing on the family line, he conflicts with the military's concept.

In the winter, his eldest sister wrote to say that his parents were not in good health. His family arranged a marriage for him and hoped that he would go back to see them. Even if he didn't get married, it would be good to go back to see his parents and give them comfort.

The company commander also knew the situation of his family, but he was helpless in the face of military regulations. He could only promise him that if Zhen Youcai could make meritorious service on the battlefield, he would grant him a half-month leave to go home to visit his family.

Zhen Youcai was the No. 2 blaster of the blasting team. He carried a five-kilogram explosive pack on his back and two specially made Molotov cocktails on his chest. In order to ensure that he could survive, the platoon leader even lent him his beloved Mauser pistol.

Zhen Youcai was hiding in a single trench less than 80 meters away from the position. The single trench was less than one meter deep. Fortunately, Zhen Youcai was thin and small, so he could hide in it to avoid the bullets from the Japanese tanks and machine guns.

Unlike other demolition hands who would occasionally look up and peek at the distance of the Japanese tanks, Zhen Youcai relied entirely on his body to feel the ground vibration to determine how far the Japanese tanks were.

Zhen Youcai had attacked Japanese tanks with grenades in ambushes before. He knew that Japanese tank drivers would observe the front through the observation port in front of the tank, and could also observe the surroundings through the gap in the top cover. If he did not expose himself, he would reduce his own risks and success rate.

The ground vibration was getting bigger and bigger, which meant that the Japanese tanks were getting closer and closer. Zhen Youcai took a deep breath and gently pulled out a Molotov cocktail from his chest and held it in his hand.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There were constant rumbles from the rear position, and the rapid-fire guns of the artillery company finally started firing, which also meant that the Japanese tanks were close enough to the position.

It was time to attack!

Zhen Youcai took out a match and decisively lit the fuse on the outside of the Molotov cocktail in the trench. Although the fuse did not burn quickly, he had less than 15 seconds left. A half-filled bottle of gasoline was not a good thing and could be ignited if he was not careful.

Zhen Youcai, who had rolled out of the trench, did not run away, but crawled on the battlefield after making several tactical evasive moves. After two years of fighting and training, Zhen Youcai was no longer the young man with only a lot of strength when he left the village.

Sure enough, a volley of bullets swept across the road where Zhen Youcai had just rolled.

"Shoot him to death!" Captain Kamiya Haosen looked at the Chinese soldier who suddenly jumped out from the right front of the tank through the gap in the top hatch, his eyes full of horror.

The Chinese anti-tank guns opened fire, but the Japanese captain was not very scared, because the front armor of the Type 97 medium tank was 26MM thick and had a curved surface. Unless the Chinese artillery more than 600 meters away hit accurately enough, the Type 97 medium tank had enough protection. Besides, the 57mm howitzer equipped on his vehicle was not a decoration, and the gunner was also trying to fight back.

The dense firepower of 20 artillery pieces was enough to deal with those small-caliber anti-tank guns.

But a Chinese soldier who suddenly jumped out made the Japanese captain with rich battlefield experience panic.

Because the Chinese soldier actually had a ball of fire in his hand!

Molotov cocktail! Captain Hiromori Kamiya, who was rated as an outstanding graduate in the NCO school, was so shocked when he thought of this object that his teacher had mentioned.

What tanks fear most is not explosive packs or armor-piercing shells, but fire!

Even if there is no fuel to be ignited, as long as a fire is lit on the tank, the already high temperature inside the tank will soon become a big iron pot on the fire due to the rapid heat conduction of metal, and these armored soldiers are like meat stewed in an iron pot.

If it were normal, the Chinese soldier who was at least 20 meters away from his No. 1 tank would have no chance to get within 10 meters of the tank, because the accompanying infantry could quickly use bullets to help them eliminate the threat.

But now, he can only rely on two 7mm machine guns.

Without taking the time to command the squadron tank to charge, Captain Kamiya personally controlled the machine gun at the rear of the turret to sweep the Chinese soldiers who were still in the firing range. At the same time, the driver also began to turn the tank body, trying to use the machine gun in front of the front of the vehicle to shoot at the enemy.

Zhen Youcai seemed to have eyes. Before the Japanese machine gun swept over, he pounced forward again, cleverly dodged a volley of bullets, and rolled over again with one hand, leaving a string of bullet marks on the ground where he rolled.

More importantly, the trigger of the Molotov cocktail in his right hand was still burning, and the extremely large tactical movement did not break the fragile glass bottle.

If the bottle broke, it would not be that the Molotov cocktail was unusable, but that he would turn into a ball of fire.

"Damn it, who told him to light the Molotov cocktail before approaching the Japanese tank." The infantry platoon leader with eyes like copper bells looked at this thrilling scene, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

"This kid probably wanted to avoid making mistakes, so as not to get to the side of the Japanese tank and not be able to light a match." The infantry squad leader who once yelled at his platoon leader could only weakly explain for his soldiers.

"Damn it, he almost made a bigger mistake in order not to make a mistake. What kind of military merit can he get? Am I going to take his urn back to his parents and six sisters?" The infantry platoon leader wished he could exchange Zhen Youcai for him.

Really, he never wanted to have such an only-child soldier again. It was pure torture for him, a six-year veteran.

No one can resist the heart of a son who wants to go home and give his old parents some comfort, not even bullets.

Zhen Youcai, who only had tanks in his eyes, was the most handsome guy on the battlefield at that moment. He looked at the thin and weak corporal and made at least ten evasive tactical moves in the crazy strafing of the Japanese tank machine gun.

Not only was he not shot by bullets, but the fire in his hands was also getting stronger and stronger!

With a roll, the Chinese soldier, who was less than 7 meters away from the Japanese No. 1 tank, was like a magical magician, waving his arms fiercely at the tail of the Japanese tank that had just turned the muzzle of the machine gun.

In Captain Kamiya's frozen pupils, the burning bottle with flames rolled in the air and hit the rear of the tank.

With a crisp "bang", Captain Kamiya heard the grim smile from the god of death!