Rise From Eight Hundred

That's a treasure, isn't it?

When Tang Dao saw the items loaded in the Japanese trucks, he couldn't help feeling dizzy.

A happy dizziness.

The two trucks were full of shells and bullets, including 75 mountain guns, 70 infantry guns, and 37mm rapid-fire guns. The full shell boxes contained at least 500 shells of various types, and a rough estimate of 100,000 machine gun bullets of various types.

But this was not the reason why even Tang Dao was a little dazzled.

What was really breathtaking was the cannon and heavy machine guns.

In one of the trucks, which was tightly wrapped in tarpaulin, there were four new infantry guns, three 37mm rapid-fire guns, 18 92 heavy machine guns, and 32 grenade launchers.

This was completely heavy equipment for an infantry regiment!

Tang Dao guessed wrong.

This was not equipment for the infantry regiment, but part of the equipment for the entire 16th Division.

Before going to war, each division of the Japanese army would leave a brigade-level heavy equipment for battlefield replenishment. This baggage team just happened to transport heavy equipment for the entire division. Fortunately, their transportation capacity was limited, and they only transported about one-third of it. If they transported all of it and were robbed by Tang Dao and his men, I believe that the lieutenant general of the 16th Division would be angry to death.

Four trucks were used for various heavy equipment and ammunition, and three trucks were used to transport food and canned beef. The rest were some hemostatic first aid kits, cotton clothes and some daily necessities, anyway, they were all good stuff.

But the most surprising thing was that they actually found a temporarily new field radio. I think it should be sent to the front line, otherwise a baggage team would not be qualified to be equipped with this precious thing.

"It's a pity that no one can use this thing. Even if they can use it, it's useless without a code book." Lei Xiong sighed regretfully as he looked at the field radio that was turned on by Tang Dao.

If the field radio could be used, he would most want to contact the lieutenant colonel, at least to tell him that he and his men had escaped.

He could imagine the lieutenant colonel waiting anxiously in the concession.

"Report to Commander Lei, I will use the field radio." Erya bravely stood up.

As one of the regiment's reserve communications soldiers, Erya was transferred to the regiment's communications platoon for training for half a month before the war and mastered the use of field radios.

"That's it..." Erya's eyes lit up before she finished speaking.

Tang Dao smiled and took out a small book from his arms and shook it at him.

It was the communication code book of the 524th Regiment, which was specially given to Tang Dao before the lieutenant colonel left the warehouse.

Originally, he meant that if the concession once detained the entire battalion, Tang Dao, who had extraordinary skills, would find an opportunity to leave, so that he could still keep in touch with him through this code outside, which was also a trick he kept, but he didn't expect Tang Dao to be more daring than he thought, and directly led more than a hundred people to refuse the military order from the upper level and refused to enter the concession.

Just as Lei Xiong thought, the lieutenant colonel in the concession barracks was not asleep at this time. The pitifully small regiment headquarters was only about ten square meters, and the floor was full of cigarette butts.

The communicators took turns to guard the field radio station that had been restored to power, but he had not slept for three days and nights. He was only forty years old, but his temples were already covered with gray hair.

As Tang Dao predicted, the Westerners shamelessly broke the contract. Nearly 300 people who retreated to the concession were confined in the abandoned barracks by the concession garrison with live ammunition and were not allowed to leave. No matter how the diplomatic department mediated, the concession side refused to give in.

The main reason was that the Japanese suffered too much loss in the Sihang Warehouse. Not only was an infantry regiment completely crippled, but even its colonel regiment commander and its regiment flag were buried in the steel ruins by the Chinese.

The commander of the Songhu Expeditionary Force, Matsui Iwane, directly telegraphed the concession side that if the concession let a Chinese soldier who participated in the battle go back to China, they would enter the concession armed to hunt down the rest.

The Japanese army with hundreds of thousands of troops stationed in Songhu was naturally qualified to say so. The concession side did not want to offend the powerful Japanese for the sake of the declining China, so naturally they could only sacrifice 300 Chinese soldiers.

But this was not the real reason why the lieutenant colonel of the army suddenly aged ten years.

He was worried about Tang Dao Lei Xiong and others, waiting for their news.

Even if everyone thought that the more than one hundred people were finished, he didn't think so. He believed that Tang Dao would definitely be able to take those people out of the dead.

Moreover, he believed that Tang Dao, who had the telegram code book, would find a way to contact him. Even if there was no news for three consecutive days and nights, which was desperate, he did not give up waiting.

Finally, he waited for the long-awaited answer.

The radio beeped, and the communications squad leader handed him the telegram translation with tears in his expectant eyes, although there were only two words: escape!

"Okay, that's really good. Ask them where they are?" Yang Ruifu, who had been promoted to deputy regiment commander, could not suppress his joy.

"No, their time is limited. We can't waste their time." Xie Jinyuan suppressed his inner ecstasy, looked at his watch, and quickly cast his eyes on the Songhu battle map that had been spread on the table.

A minute later, he quickly ordered: "Tell them for me that no matter where they are, as long as they are still in the Japanese-occupied area, they should quickly leave and head west. There are our main forces there. I will contact the relevant troops to support them."

After receiving the telegram from Erya, Tang Dao smiled. This was exactly the answer he wanted. Otherwise, it would be extremely unfair for him to leave the Japanese-occupied area and be killed by his own people in a hail of bullets.

A few minutes ago, Su Huikai returned with a few people.

What he brought back was also good news.

The gunshots from the pistols in Nanbu did not alarm the Japanese army 1,000 meters away.

Perhaps it was too normal for a single gunshot to be heard on the battlefield, and in their own rear, the Japanese army was not so self-deprecating as to mobilize a large number of troops when hearing a gunshot. Or perhaps the gunshot that sounded extremely harsh at the original location did not reach 1,000 meters away and dissipated in the autumn wind. Who knows!

Anyway, it seems that everything is normal now.

Everyone started to change clothes after Su Huikai returned.

Among the items transported by the military baggage team, there happened to be a batch of Japanese winter clothes, which just saved everyone from having to strip the bloody uniforms from the Japanese corpses.

Before leaving, everyone took turns to go to the tunnel to say goodbye to the bodies of the brothers who died in the war, which were wrapped in white cloth.

The bodies of all the fallen soldiers in the warehouse were in that dark room. Because they were afraid of alerting the Japanese army, they were not dug up and could only be placed in it first.

No extra words, stand at attention, salute!

This is a farewell, and also a farewell!

This trip, there will be no chance to meet again!

Because no one knows if they will have a chance to come back here alive.

"Brother, I will come back to take you home!" Leng Feng gently stroked his younger brother's cold face and whispered.

He stood up, like all the soldiers who said goodbye, stood at attention, saluted, turned around and left, and never looked back.

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Tang Dao was planning to tow away all the 10 trucks and supplies here, but a question that suddenly came to his mind almost made him despair.

Is he too idealistic?

Now is the Republic of China, not the era of cars running everywhere in the future. Not to mention that there is not one person who can drive in a hundred people, many people have never seen a car in their entire lives.

But what surprised Tang Dao was that he underestimated these old predecessors who were supposed to be so unsophisticated.

As the most valued imperial guards by that big man, the 88th Division is not only equipped with all German equipment, but also uses German instructors for its daily military training. The unique rigor of the Germans makes them extremely uncomfortable with the fact that soldiers can only shoot guns, which is so unsophisticated. They think that soldiers should be the strongest profession and should know everything.

Large-scale training may not have enough equipment, but it is still possible to set up a training team. Driving training is one of the training contents of the training team.

Core officers like Lei Xiong, Cheng Tieshou, and Leng Feng have driven cars and trucks, and some sergeants who have served in the army for more than five years can also drive trucks and three-wheeled motorcycles.

Therefore, it may be impossible for all 100 people here to drive like in the next 90 years, but it is still possible to find 10 people who can drive trucks, that is, those who have poor driving skills and can barely drive away.

Lei Xiong, Leng Feng, and Cheng Tieshou are also among the ten drivers who can drive.

A three-wheeled motorcycle was taken as the lead, and the first four of the ten trucks removed some useless baggage to stand people, one infantry squad in each truck, and about 6 people in each of the remaining trucks, with a 92 heavy machine gun mounted on the front of each truck.

Several wounded were all placed in the back of the truck that had been covered with tarpaulin.

All the combatants were holding Type 38 rifles and Japanese troops, but in fact, submachine guns and Mauser pistols were hidden at their feet within reach. Once the Japanese saw the clues, they had to rely on this kind of continuous-fire weapons to concentrate fire and kill out of the siege.

Tang Dao was sitting in the co-pilot of the first car, and Gu Xishui, a rich kid who raised his hand to report that he could drive a car, acted as his driver.

Gu Xishui was both excited and scared to be chosen by Tang Dao to be the driver of the lead vehicle. He was excited about the supreme commander's trust in him, but also scared of making mistakes.

The truck was not the car he was familiar with at home. The road here had been baptized by war, with shell holes everywhere, and it was a mess. Fortunately, the weather was clear these days, and there were no muddy puddles. As long as he drove slowly, he would not get stuck.

Tang Dao had heard Leng Feng introduce Gu Xishui's information, and was very interested in this young man who had a huge fortune and read a lot of books. He asked him to be his driver, and naturally observed his performance closely.

Gu Xishui had a strong ability to adapt. He was cautious at the beginning of the road, and he was confident in controlling the steering wheel in his hand after driving two or three kilometers. Just based on his strong psychological quality, Tang Dao gave him a high score.

However, this was just a small matter, and there were more important checkpoints waiting for him.

The lights not far ahead had already indicated that the first Japanese checkpoint was about to arrive.

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