Rise From Eight Hundred

He must be very heartbroken!

He must be very sad.

That must be the case.

The soldier on his back has died, even though his face is against his face, but I know that he must have died.

Because, I have seen him with a straight back, but at this moment, his figure is a little hunched.

If I can be by his side, I will definitely tell him that you have done your best and you have given your all, please don't blame yourself too much.

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This is a passage written by Tan Tai Mingyue in her personal diary.

Throughout her life, she never let others see it. It was not until ten years after her death that her young daughter donated it to the Chinese Military Museum, so that people in the future can see the spark of battlefield love born in the raging war.

In the beauty, there is a heroic spirit that makes people burst into tears!

Because of sacrifice.

It was a battle that could not be any smaller.

A captain, a lieutenant and a second lieutenant, three people led 22 soldiers, a total of 25 people, to fight against the 93 Japanese troops who attacked.

After this battle, the Chinese defenders allowed the Japanese army to send out a body collection team. According to the statistics of the 36th Infantry Regiment, there were 93 people, including two second lieutenant squad leaders, who launched the charge from their charge point in the first round.

As a result, 56 people died in the concentrated fire of submachine guns, and the remaining 37 people died in the hand-to-hand combat with 25 Chinese officers and soldiers, and 5 survivors returned to the position.

I don’t know if it was because the hand-to-hand combat was too tragic that both China and Japan remained silent.

The Japanese army did not fire in retaliation, and even the supervision team did not shoot and kill their own deserters. The Chinese defenders were nervous and covered their commanders and remnants to enter the warehouse, and did not fire a bullet.

This was the first time that the soldiers of both sides maintained a common understanding on the battlefield, and it may also be the last time.

Among the 25 Chinese soldiers, 8 were killed and 2 were seriously injured.

But this small battle was permanently recorded in the history of China's War of Resistance.

Because it was the first time that the Chinese soldiers fought back bravely and won a great victory in the hand-to-hand combat when the Japanese army had an absolute advantage in strength.

The 1:3 casualty ratio completely shattered the myth of the invincibility of the Japanese army in hand-to-hand combat, so that in the thousands of hand-to-hand combats between China and the Japanese army in the next few years, the winning rate of Chinese soldiers reached 40%.

Although there are still more defeats than wins due to factors such as insufficient physical fitness and training, it is much better than the almost one-sided record in the first three months of the Patriotic War.

Many military historians define this small-scale hand-to-hand combat in front of the Sihang Warehouse as a watershed. There may be many subjective factors, but this battle helped many Chinese soldiers psychologically overcome the fear of hand-to-hand combat of the Japanese army.

As Tang Dao said before the war, in hand-to-hand combat, the most important thing is to have the momentum of my invincibility.

Once you enter: you are strong and I am weak, but when I use my body as a shield for my brothers, you stab me to death, and my comrades will not let you go, the moment, the victory or defeat is no longer important.

As long as one in ten Chinese people are not afraid of death, they can drag the whole of Japan into hell.

The Battle of Shipai, which broke out six years later, was probably the largest hand-to-hand combat since the world entered the era of hot weapons, and it was fought by thousands of soldiers from both China and Japan. It was perhaps the best interpretation of fearlessness.

The future "National Geographic of China" once described the teenagers who died in this hand-to-hand combat: "At that time, the children of Chinese farmers were generally poorly nourished. Most of the soldiers aged 16 or 17 were not as tall as the rifles with bayonets, but they fought hard with guns longer than themselves.

If they were alive, they would be old people in their seventies or eighties. They would also sip small sips of fragrant tea in their own orange orchards, leisurely watching their children and grandchildren, and warmly enjoying their old age.

But they died so that other Chinese people could have all this."

On that cruel afternoon, the blood of countless warriors soaked the land on the south bank of the Yangtze River. After three hours of fighting without gunfire, the hand-to-hand combat came to an end, and 1,500 Chinese soldiers lay quietly in the most beautiful mountains and rivers in China.

They had fought bravely, but now they were quiet and shy, just like most of their short lives. The Chinese army's position was not lost, it was the Japanese who retreated.

The future Chinese soldiers lie on the beautiful hills, and the current Chinese soldiers lie quietly in the warehouse secret room.

That was the "morgue" selected by the lieutenant colonel before the war, one of the strongest and safest rooms in the entire warehouse.

The living, even if only one arm and one leg are left, as long as they can still shoot and help load bullets, they have to fight, but if they die, they have to lie in the quietest and safest place, which is the only thing the commander can do for his brothers.

Lei Xiong stood at the window and gestured the number sixteen in the direction of the concession. Although he didn't know where his commander was, he knew that his commander would definitely see him.

Yes, the lieutenant colonel looked at Lei Xiong clearly through the telescope, looking at the number he gestured, like a sculpture with an upright posture unchanged, but tears were already filling his eyes.

Sixteen people died in battle!

Although the lieutenant colonel said nothing and did nothing, the Westerners in the observation room could feel his grief.

Is there anything sadder than a commander watching his subordinates die in battle one by one while he can only watch from the sidelines?

"Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel. I'm sorry!" The stubborn old man with a goatee may have expressed his apology sincerely for the first time.

The lieutenant colonel did not answer and remained silent.

He refused to accept it.

He was very small and could not represent the country, but he could represent himself, that's all.

Japanese Army Headquarters.

Jiro Wakiita had regained his composure and even apologized to Colonel Kimura Shaoxiong, the chief of staff of the brigade who had just blocked his military order: "Mr. Kimura, I'm sorry, I was a little out of control just now."

"Jiro, you're polite. Through the observation of the battlefield just now, I think I should have understood why the 36th Regiment suffered heavy casualties and could not attack for a long time." Kimura Shaoxiong was obviously very satisfied with Jiro Wakiita's attitude, and nodded to give his colleague of the same level a reassurance.

"The fighting power of this group of Chinese is far superior to any opponent our army has encountered in the past. The defeat in this battle was caused by multiple factors, and it is not just the responsibility of you, Jiro and Makino."

"Thank you, Mr. Kimura, for your fair evaluation!" Jiro Wakiita nodded expressionlessly and turned to look at the battlefield.

"However, please don't be discouraged, Mr. Jiro. The Imperial Army will never stop because of this setback." Kimura Shaoxiong said.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Kimura, although our army lost the hand-to-hand combat just now." After a long time, Jiro Wakiita slowly turned around, his face was a little pale, but his eyes were brighter than ever.

"The reason why the Chinese won was because they had a samurai-level master who could fight ten people at once. The Chinese won, but those Chinese civilians did not cheer. Why?

Because our imperial warriors also gave them great pain, and they also lost half of their soldiers.

90 for 10, we are at a loss, but my 36th Infantry Regiment still has 2,000 people to exchange, what about the Chinese?

The decisive battle has just begun." Jiro Wakiita's calm numerical comparison and analysis made the two Japanese lieutenants feel cold in their backs.

But they had to admit that the army colonel in front of them, who was nearly 50 years old, had not served in the army for more than 20 years in vain.

Just the toughness of his nerves is not comparable to that of ordinary people. If it were someone else, he would have admitted defeat long ago in the face of the successive defeats.

"How to deal with the soldiers who fled back to the position?" Makino Shun asked.

"Execute military law!" Jiro Wakiita's eyes turned cold.

"It's better to let them make meritorious contributions and let them be at the forefront of the next charge." Kimura Shaoxiong pleaded.

After all, those who can hold on to the end in such a brutal hand-to-hand combat are the best among the infantry in terms of combat power and tenacity.

"No, we don't need cowards who escape from the battlefield in the board charge column of my 36th Infantry Regiment. If they are brave enough, they should die in that position, even if they take one more Chinese life?" Jiro Wakiita shook his head and refused.

The five Japanese soldiers who fled back to the main camp were lined up and executed by military law in front of the trench 300 meters away.

Without any words, the Japanese army used blood and life to show everyone the severity of military law and their determination.

It was also a counterattack against the Chinese soldiers who launched a counterattack hand-to-hand combat regardless of life and death and finally won.

Hand-to-hand combat, you won, but it does not mean that you really knocked down my momentum, because, those who retreat, die!

The figures of the five Japanese soldiers falling like rotten wood are like the drums of war before the war, indicating to everyone that a more brutal battle is about to begin.

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