Rise From Eight Hundred

"600 meters ahead, fire!" Ishida Xiaozhong's eyes were fixed on a mound in front of him through the observation port, and he roared.

More than a mile away, he couldn't see what the fortification looked like, but it didn't stop him from being afraid of the area with faint smoke.

Because there was an anti-tank gun there, and it was aimed at his No. 6 vehicle.

A shell just hit the thick armor under the turret. Although it didn't penetrate the armor, the terrible impact still made the moving tank stop hard. At that moment, Ishida Xiaozhong felt a strong fear of falling into the abyss, and his military uniform was soaked with sweat.

If he wanted to survive, he had to kill the opponent before the opponent locked on him again.

At this extremely tense moment, Captain Kamiya's wailing came from the radio: "Amaterasu bless you!"

Ishida Xiaozhong instinctively leaned his head towards the top hatch, and through the gap, Ishida Xiaozhong quickly found the No. 1 vehicle just in front of his left.

Red flames were rising at the rear of the No. 1 vehicle. The next second, a huge fireball exploded at the rear of the vehicle, like a large oil barrel being ignited.

That was not like, the experienced Ishida Xiaozhong knew that it was the oil tank at the rear of the tank that was ignited.

Captain Kamiya and the No. 1 vehicle were finished. As soon as Ishida Xiaozhong, with crazy flames in his pupils, had this thought, he saw the top hatch of the No. 1 vehicle surrounded by flames being opened, and a fireman with a body bathed in flames came out of the tank.

The height of more than 2 meters seemed to be non-existent for the fireman. He fell off the tank and rolled desperately on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on his body with this action.

"Mom, help!" The heart-wrenching shouts were still clearly heard by Ishida Xiaozhong even in the battlefield with rumbling artillery.

Ishida Xiaozhong's eyes flashed with deep sorrow. Although the fireman's face was already charred, he could still judge from the screams that it was Captain Kamiya who had cavalry experience.

Captain Kamiya, who is 73 meters tall and has a strong body, is known as the most handsome man in all the direct troops of the First Division. He is usually high-spirited, but now

But now, even if he is so fragile that he shouts for help, he is still slaughtered like a pig or a dog.

A thin Chinese soldier appeared in Ishida Xiaozhong's field of vision. He was seen holding a Mauser pistol and mercilessly firing a volley of bullets, and the still rolling fireman stopped moving.

That's not all. Probably because he heard the screams in Car No. 1, the Chinese soldier took out a grenade from his waist and threw it into the opened top hatch.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the flames of Car No. 1 rose higher.

But what shocked Ishida Xiaozhong even more was that when the cold-blooded and ruthless thin Chinese soldier rolled continuously to get out of the explosion range of Car No. 1, which was about to explode, he did not seem to retreat to the direction of the Chinese trench, but

was moving towards the position of Car No. 6 where he was.

"Damn it, the Chinese infantry is surrounding us, back up, back up!" Ishida Xiaozhong roared with sweat all over his forehead.

Now, he finally understood why the Chinese allowed the tanks to fire recklessly even though they had anti-tank guns, and waited until the tanks were within a hundred meters of the trench before firing back.

It was not because they had few artillery pieces, but because they were afraid that they would turn around and run away when they saw a tough guy.

Only at this distance could their infantry lurking on the battlefield approach the tanks more effectively.

In the past, tanks were not afraid of infantry, because tanks were accompanied by a large number of infantry, and it was almost impossible for infantry to approach within 15 meters of the tanks.

But now

Ishida Xiaozhong suddenly remembered that all the infantry seemed to be left behind by the Chinese artillery fire, and only the 20 tanks of the first tank squadron were left on this battlefield.

If they did not retreat at this time, they would probably be lit like candles by the Chinese like car No. 1, and the four people on the car would become fragrant barbecue.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, even if Ishida Xiaozhong no longer kept his eyes on the No. 1 tank, he knew that it was the 120 grenades stored in the No. 1 tank that exploded.

At this time, the radio station also heard the panicked roars of the commanders and drivers in each car. I don't know how many Chinese infantrymen are approaching their tanks.

If a drone could hover in the sky at this time to send the live video to the Japanese armored soldiers, Ishida Xiaozhong might be more panicked.

At least sixty or seventy soldiers jumped out of the individual bunkers, constantly avoiding the firing angles of the two 7mm machine guns carried by the tanks themselves, and approached the Japanese tanks that had already started to reverse quickly and firmly.

Although some soldiers were swept down on the approaching road by crazy machine gun bullets because they could not dodge in time, this did not stop the soldiers from continuing to approach the tanks.

That is, the area where Ishida Xiaozhong was located was a little quieter, and only Zhen Youcai approached the No. 6 tank where Ishida Xiaozhong was located.

It can only be said that Ishida Kotada was extremely lucky. There were originally 6 people in the two demolition teams ambushed here, but the counterattack of Kamiya in car No. 1 with machine guns and artillery in his dying struggle was still effective. One of the three Chinese soldiers who came over was injured by shrapnel splashed by the tank gun, and the other two were shot and lost their ability to move.

The two Chinese soldiers near the direction of car No. 6 were unfortunately hit by the air wave of the artillery shells counterattacked by the Japanese army in the distance. One died on the spot and the other was seriously injured.

Hatsutori Akitaro was not a complete fool. Seeing the 1st tank squadron of the division charging so bravely, how could he not support them? The mountain artillery might accidentally injure his own side and could not be used, but the 70mm infantry gun and 92 mortar could still be used?

The Japanese army also deployed more than 16 artillery pieces in retaliation against the Chinese positions on the battlefield. That was also the main reason why only one-third of the more than 70 elite soldiers of the more than 30 demolition teams sent by the 772nd Regiment successfully returned to the positions.

As the old saying goes: Only when the sea is turbulent can the true nature of a hero be revealed!

Heroes are born in danger!

Zhen Youcai, who was eager to make merit and go home to visit his family, did not give up even though all his comrades fell down and he had successfully completed the combat mission by destroying a tank alone. He ran towards a Japanese tank nearly 100 meters away again.

"Fuck, what the hell is Zhen Youcai doing?" The second lieutenant platoon leader had not yet recovered from the great joy that his infantry platoon had basically completed the mission by destroying a Japanese tank, when he saw that the hero in the platoon was still running on the battlefield, and getting farther and farther away from the position.

"He seemed to be going to destroy that cunning Japanese tank, and the bastard reversed and ran away when he saw that the situation was not good." The squad leader answered with some confidence.

"This bastard, it's not enough to blow up a tank alone, the third-class merit is already guaranteed! I didn't say that the collective first-class merit must be won." The second lieutenant platoon leader was so angry that he cursed.

Among the Japanese tanks within the field of vision of the entire defense line, this Japanese tank was the most cunning. The other tanks had already entered within 100 meters, and this Japanese tank was dawdling and stopped 150 meters away, constantly firing at the trench area.

Although the infantrymen in the trenches were all gritting their teeth, the closest to the demolition team was 70 meters away. It was extremely difficult to rush into the 15-meter range of the tank through the machine gun fire network under such heavy artillery fire.

The second lieutenant infantry platoon leader had placed his hope of destroying the tank on the rapid-fire guns in the rear.

There were 18 infantry platoons on the entire defense line, and there were about 20 Japanese tanks rushing over, an average of one tank per infantry platoon. Zhen Youcai had helped the platoon to complete this basic number, 3 wounded for one tank, and this record had made the second lieutenant platoon leader very satisfied.

Who would have thought that Zhen Youcai, who had just made a great contribution, actually ran towards the tank that was still a hundred meters away from him. There was an 80% chance that Zhou Lang's ingenious plan to pacify the world - losing both the wife and the soldiers!

What's the matter, at the celebration banquet, everyone was facing a wooden sign!

Especially when he thought that Zhen Youcai had six older sisters, if he started crying, Zhen Youcai's grave might be washed away, and the second lieutenant platoon leader had a splitting headache.

"Go find the bugler, blow the bugle for me, call the damned back, the tank artillery will deal with it." The second lieutenant platoon leader saw that the Japanese tank that was reversing frantically began to move in a serpentine manner, and the turret began to turn, and he was even more anxious.

During the long battle, the 80th Army formed its own unique trumpet transmission method, with attacking bugles, charging bugles, and retreating bugles.

This is also the only way to command officers and soldiers on the battlefield in the rain of bullets, but the lowest level of buglers is only at the infantry company level, and there is no such thing in the infantry platoon.

"Platoon leader, don't say that the company commander will not agree to blow the retreat bugle, and if the retreat bugle is blown at this time, the blasting teams of other platoons will also retreat." The infantry squad leader was obviously calmer than his own platoon leader at this moment.

The second lieutenant platoon leader opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. He punched the trench fiercely: "Damn Zhen Youcai, if you have the guts, don't come back in one piece. I'll beat him to death."

The soldiers on the side grinned. How could they, the comrades who had been with them day and night, not know what their platoon leader was like? The men from western Hubei were the most protective of their own men. They didn't even want the first-class merit just to keep their soldiers alive. Zhen Youcai came back in one piece, which meant that he must have completed the mission. With the platoon leader's personality, he would be so happy that he would hug him and turn around! He would not be willing to beat him hard.

It seems that he said this, but it was actually the same as not saying it.

Zhen Youcai's comrades were so nervous that they lay in the trenches and watched Zhen Youcai's thin figure chasing after the Japanese tanks that were reversing madly in the artillery fire.

Zhen Youcai didn't have so many complicated thoughts at this time. He had already blown up a Japanese tank and killed all the Japanese soldiers inside. His meritorious service was a foregone conclusion.

In theory, he could hide in a bomb crater and wait for the end of the artillery battle between the two sides. His chance of returning home to visit his family was more than 70% if he didn't die in the next battle.

However, he saw his comrade-in-arms and fellow villager Shifo lying in a pool of blood.

The reason why Shifo was called Shifo was because this honest child didn't talk much and his hair was slightly curly, just like the stone Buddhas in the grottoes in his hometown. The nickname was called out by Zhen Youcai, who was a fellow villager.

The reason why Shifo joined the army was also very simple. There were too many mouths to feed at home. The arrival of the Japanese made it even more difficult to make ends meet. In order for his parents to feed his younger brothers and sisters, the nearly 20-year-old Fotou had to join the army. Even if there was not much military pay, it at least saved a meal for the family.

The stone Buddha couldn't even fart no matter how hard he tried, but Zhen Youcai remembered that he was shot in the battle of eastern Shanxi. His comrades put their fingers on his nostrils several times and found that he was dead and his heart had stopped beating. They planned to carry him away and bury him first, but the stone Buddha refused to believe it and carried him, who was already a "corpse", to the rear to find a doctor, and finally pulled Zhen Youcai back from the brink of death.

Using the original words of this honest comrade who doesn’t talk much: Zhen Youcai doesn’t have any money yet, I don’t think he will die so early, otherwise his father would have prayed for a name from the Buddha in vain?

Although it’s a bit weird, Zhen Youcai has always kept that comradeship in his heart. At this moment, seeing the stone Buddha being hit by the Japanese machine gun and falling in a pool of blood, and not knowing whether he is dead or alive, how can Zhen Youcai not be furious?

No matter what, he has to go up and kill that damned thing. Zhen Youcai, who is full of blood, has no intention of making merit or going home at this moment. He has only one goal, to kill the Japanese tank and avenge his comrades.

This time, Zhen Youcai didn’t rush to take out the Molotov cocktail and light it. He knew that the Japanese tank had discovered his purpose, so he retreated frantically while turning the turret, hoping to kill him with the short cannon and machine gun.

He had to run faster than the Japanese tank and hide in the blind spot of the artillery and machine gun, otherwise not only would he have no chance to blow up the tank, but he would also be finished.

Zhen Youcai suddenly ran wildly, carrying a 3-kilogram explosive pack on his back, running wildly at a distance of about 60 meters from the Japanese tank. From a distance, he seemed to be racing with the Japanese tank that was reversing madly.

Due to factors such as terrain, and also having to avoid the anti-tank guns that were chasing and firing at him, the 97 tank in reverse certainly could not reach the designed maximum speed of 40 yards per hour. It would be good to have 15 yards per hour.

In terms of vertical distance, the distance between the Chinese soldiers running at full speed and the Japanese tanks was rapidly shortening, but this completely exposed themselves to the muzzles and machine guns of the Japanese tanks.

"Damn it, you are crazy!" The second lieutenant platoon leader held the Mauser rifle that originally belonged to Zhen Youcai, and his palms were full of cold sweat.

In the words of the second lieutenant platoon leader after the war: "I have never been so nervous fighting three little Japanese with bayonets alone, but seeing you running with the Japanese tanks, I am so nervous that I am about to pee."

The Chinese soldiers behind can see that Ishida Xiaozhong, who is in the tank, also saw the actions of this crazy Chinese soldier, and his eyes were ferocious, "Fire, kill him!"

The Chinese appeared in front of the tank guns and machine guns like a conspicuous bag. This is because he thinks he is not dying fast enough. Although the two sides are only 50 or 60 meters apart now, the Chinese infantryman will never be able to move forward in his life. In front of the terrible firepower of the 57mm howitzer, he will be torn to pieces by artillery fire like those fortifications.

Even Ishida Xiaozhong's mind automatically imagined a thigh flying dozens of meters after being hit by a cannon.

Just don't get hung on the tank, that would be really disgusting.

"Boom!" The Japanese tank fired.

But one second before the Japanese tanker fired, Zhen Youcai suddenly stopped and fell into a crater like a prophet.

The shot fired by the Japanese tank was only 4 meters away from the crater where Zhen Youcai was!

On this small battlefield, soldiers from both China and Japan stared at the place filled with smoke.

The Chinese side expected a miracle, and the Japanese side expected the threat to be eliminated.

In the smoke, the thin figure appeared again, this time he ran faster, as fast as the wind, through the smoke, and rushed towards the Japanese tank.

The entire infantry platoon couldn't help but cheer loudly, and even the infantry company commander more than 300 meters away picked up the telescope and cast his eyes on this battlefield after hearing the cheers.

Then, this veteran soldier who had been through hundreds of battles for ten years was stunned.

A soldier was chasing a Japanese tank alone!

Is that his soldier? The captain-level veteran made a definite judgment from the familiar back.

"Baga!" Ishida Xiaozhong cursed.

Ever since he stepped onto the battlefield, he had a bad feeling that his rank would never change from sergeant in this life, which was one of the reasons why he kept hesitating to order the driver to stop the No. 6 tank behind all the tanks.

And now, this feeling became stronger and stronger as the crazy soldier approached.

"Fire! Machine gun fire!"

Ishida Kotada gave orders one after another.

The 57mm short-barreled howitzer fired 8 shots in a row, and the machine gun fired at least 300 rounds of bullets, but the thin figure that kept jumping into the smoke and then rushing out of the smoke seemed to be covered with armor, giving a sense of being completely invincible.

Ishida Kotada's eyes were red, and the hand that personally controlled the machine gun shooting almost broke the trigger, but he couldn't stop the crazy Chinese soldier from getting closer and closer.

Then, he watched him take off the explosive pack behind him and roll to the blind spot of the machine gun.

Ishida Kotada had never been so panicked in his life. Even when he was 18 years old and hid in the bushes in the corner to peek at the master's wife taking a bath in the garden, he was 10 times calmer than now.

From the moment he took a big step and started running, Zhen Youcai had never felt that he had such a clear understanding of the battlefield situation. He even felt that he could know when the Japanese tank guns would fire and how the machine guns that had turned around would fire.

Of course, this corporal of the 80th Army Group would not know that the extreme anger and the extremely dangerous battlefield environment stimulated his adrenaline to secrete rapidly, reaching several times the usual level, making him inadvertently reach the realm of battlefield intuition. Although that was only the initial stage of becoming the strongest warrior, it also entered the realm that countless soldiers dreamed of but could not cross in their lifetime.

From this moment on, he had the foundation to become a powerful warrior like Tang Dao.

So, an elite Chinese soldier who had advanced in the battlefield approached the Japanese tank within 20 meters with a nearly miraculous movement.

Then, he ignited the fuse of the explosive pack on his back and threw it at the Japanese tank.

"Forward, forward! Full throttle!" Ishida Xiaozhong roared madly.

He predicted his opponent's prediction, so he simply did the opposite to avoid the deadly explosive pack.

The explosive pack may not blow up the solid armor, but it can blow off the track. Lying on this battlefield is no different from death.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the explosive pack exploded behind the rut less than 2 meters away from the Japanese tank.

The huge air wave made the 15-ton tank shake violently. Fortunately, the four people in the car were prepared for collision prevention, otherwise they would be bleeding.

The tank was still moving forward, which proved that there was no problem with the track, and Ishida Xiaozhong was relieved.

The Chinese soldiers on the battlefield felt regretful.

Perhaps, only Zhen Youcai was curling his lips.

Predicted my prediction? Sorry, I predicted that you predicted my prediction!

The Japanese tank was moving forward, and it was originally 18 meters away from him, but now it was less than 10 meters away, which was very close.

Lying on the ground, Zhen Youcai gently rubbed the match, lit his last Molotov cocktail, and smashed it hard on the rear of the tank.

Then, he pulled out the Mauser pistol and waited for the half-cooked prey to come to him.