Rise From Eight Hundred

The corporal finally stayed.

With the lieutenant general's promise, the corporal's mental state improved a lot.

His wounds looked miserable, but in fact most of them were scratches left by struggling on the ground, and the most serious injury was on his feet.

Tan Tai Mingyue brought medicine to wrap his wounds for him, and then put on the Japanese big-headed military boots that Tang Dao brought him. The thin corporal of the Hunan Army regained some vitality.

Tang Dao and Tan Tai Mingyue also learned about the general situation of the battle in Jinshan County from him.

On the morning of the 5th, the 367th Regiment received an order to stop the enemy, and supported the Jinshanwei beach position from Tinglin, 20 kilometers away from Jinshan County. When the whole regiment rushed to Jinshan County, an infantry platoon responsible for reconnaissance in the front had already reported back the battle situation on the beach.

After more than three hours of fierce fighting, the two artillery companies and a security battalion stationed on the beach were basically killed and wounded under the bombing of the Japanese large-caliber naval guns and airplanes in the sky.

From a distance, it was learned that the Japanese troops landing on the beach had reached thousands of people, close to the size of an infantry brigade. If the 367th Regiment went to the beach position that was no longer safe, it would only be a futile attempt.

The colonel commander of the 367th Regiment made a prompt decision to abandon the beach position and focus on defending Jinshan County.

Compared with Songjiang, Jinshan County is a must-pass place for the Japanese army. Because Jinshan County is too small, the main road in the city is actually the highway from Jinshan to the outside.

To put it bluntly, if Jinshan County is not conquered, the Japanese army will have to march in the mountains and fields. People and horses can walk, but trucks and artillery cannot.

The 367th Regiment that arrived at Jinshan County knew this, and how could the Japanese army, which had already conducted reconnaissance on the terrain in this area since August and September, not know it?

After completely clearing the beach position, about two infantry regiments of the Japanese army rushed towards Jinshan County.

Two infantry regiments, that is, a scale of 7,000 people. Tan Tai Ming Yue did not understand, but the two lieutenant generals beside him looked stern.

The 67th Army had fought against the 6th Division in Tianjin, and the 43rd Army had also fought against the 9th Division in Dachang Town, Songhu. Naturally, they knew how powerful the Japanese army was.

Even if a Japanese regiment did not have the cooperation of the additional artillery units of its division, it had 4 mountain guns, 10 infantry guns, 4 rapid-fire guns, and 36 heavy machine guns. Its heavy firepower was stronger than that of a Chinese infantry division.

The 26th Division of the 43rd Army persisted in Dachang Town for a week and was almost annihilated. It was brave, but the real reason why they could persist for a week was that their opponent was just an infantry regiment of the Japanese army.

Three for one was already an extremely rare loss ratio on the Songhu battlefield.

Like the Battle of Sihang Warehouse, the 36th Infantry Regiment was beaten to a pulp by a reinforced battalion relying on the solid warehouse and concession. It was the result of many factors such as time, location, and people, and it is almost impossible to replicate it.

The 367th Regiment was just an ordinary infantry regiment. Facing the Japanese army that could easily eat up their infantry division, they chose to defend to the death. This in itself requires great courage.

If they gave up before that and fled the city, they would actually have a chance of survival.

The 10th Army of the Japanese Army needed to go straight down to Songjiang as quickly as possible, and then point their troops to the west of Shanghai. Their target was the hundreds of thousands of elite Chinese troops. How could they take a few thousand Chinese defeated soldiers seriously?

"How many people are there in your 367th Regiment?" asked Tan Tai Mingyue.

"Originally there were 1,800. After three months of fighting, there are still 800." Sadness flashed across the eyes of the corporal.

1,800, and now he is the only one left.

"You can leave. If you don't want to disobey orders, you can retreat to Songjiang City and set up a second line of defense." Wang Gongyu, who had just finished his business outside and entered the headquarters, couldn't help but sigh when he heard this.

"The regiment commander said that we can retreat from Jinshan, so we can also retreat from Songjiang, and we can also retreat from Jinling. Then where can we retreat in the future? Don't look at this place by the sea, but as long as we retreat, the Japanese will eventually hit our hometown." The corporal repeated his commander's original words in a sonorous and powerful voice. "So, we can't retreat."

"Your commander is this." Tang Dao gave a thumbs up sincerely.

It is said that people in southern Hunan are barbaric, but such barbaric soldiers from Hunan are really admirable, and they are really "can't retreat".

Talking about the battle in Jinshan County that broke out in the afternoon, the corporal's spirit fell into a trance again, because it was too tragic. Every time he recalled the pictures in his mind, it was like a knife stabbing his heart.

Perhaps, the "China Battlefield Records" published in the European Times three days later by the German war correspondent Fred, who followed the landing of the 10th Army of the Japanese Army, can more realistically reproduce the offensive and defensive battle that broke out on the afternoon of November 5.

Or, it cannot be called an offensive and defensive battle, but should be called an artillery battle.

Maybe he didn't think that the small town in front of him could become an obstacle to his progress. Although the Japanese army had 7,000 infantry, very few of them were involved in the attack because they had a large number of artillery and naval guns from various cruisers on the sea.

The original text of reporter Fred was as follows: From the first day of the war, I followed the Japanese North China Front Army. I have seen the Chinese northern army flee without fighting, and I have also seen them fight to the death, but without exception, their final outcome was failure after failure.

It took the Japanese North China Front Army less than three months to occupy the vast fertile land of the North China Plain in China.

This time, following the newly formed 10th Army of Japan to the southeast of China, I thought it was just a replay of the war in North China. The Chinese army of 700,000 was already shaky when blocking the Japanese army of 200,000. With the addition of these 100,000 fresh troops, what else can be said about the ending?

Unexpectedly, I might have guessed the ending instead of the beginning.

In the battle on the beach, the Chinese had no more than a thousand people, but they detained thousands of Japanese troops with naval gun support for more than four hours.

Even if the fighter planes on the aircraft carriers from dozens of kilometers away came to help, the crazy bombs even set all the trees near the beach on fire, and there were gunshots from inside.

From this time, I realized that this was a group of different Chinese soldiers.

But I was wrong again.

The Chinese soldiers I saw on the morning of November 5 were just one of them.

The commanders of the Japanese army knew the importance of speed. Facing the dilapidated town that the Chinese were trying to defend, they used more than 30 light artillery pieces and more than a dozen large-caliber naval guns more than ten kilometers away to bombard the town.

Although these Japanese commanders had no humanitarian spirit and ignored the existence of civilians, they were undoubtedly correct from a purely military perspective. Only by quickly annihilating the Chinese defenders in the town could they complete the previous strategic deployment of moving troops south, cut off and surround the main force of the Chinese army in the west of Shanghai, which was already in a panic, and win the attack.

It took only a few months to defeat a behemoth with an area of ​​nearly 10 million square kilometers. Looking at the entire human history, it may be a jaw-dropping feat.

The bombardment lasted for half an hour.

The area of ​​the Chinese town would never exceed 0.7 square kilometers. Under such a degree of bombardment, both people and objects would be turned into powder.

But a jaw-dropping miracle happened. When the Japanese infantry was about to reap the fruits of victory without any casualties, Chinese figures appeared in the ruins.

God knows how they survived, and how they had the courage to shoot at thousands of Japanese infantry after such a high-intensity bombardment.

But they did get out, when the Japanese advanced to a distance of 100 meters from the city.

The Japanese infantry was not only numerous, but also extremely excellent. Although their equipment was much worse than that of the empire, it was more than enough to deal with the Chinese. Machine guns and grenade launchers were used for suppression, and the infantry either crawled and attacked or made tactical encirclement on both wings.

But they were still repelled.

The Chinese were like crazy. Even if you had already entered their position, the Japanese would be greeted by terrible self-explosion, and the Japanese had no way of knowing which of the corpses on the ground were alive and which were dead.

But once the Japanese withdrew from their positions because of the self-explosion of wounded soldiers who might appear at any time, new Chinese would reoccupy there, and then, it would be a nightmare repetition.

How to describe it! Just like the grass, withered in winter, but when spring comes, they will emerge again, one after another, as if they will never disappear.

It was a really terrible experience.

Especially for me who experienced the battlefield, I have never seen a soldier who disregarded his own life so much, as if the purpose of everyone's fighting was not to live, but to die.

Moreover, it was not one person or dozens of people, but hundreds or even thousands of people.

The Japanese were actually used by the Chinese in this way for five hours, until the evening, when the sky was full of sunset clouds.

The Japanese finally cleared all the rebels in the ruins, approaching a corner of the ruins, where at least fifty bodies of Chinese soldiers lay, and that was also the area where the Chinese resisted most fiercely.

Everyone knows that it should be their headquarters.

I also saw the stubborn commander for the first time, but perhaps it was also the last time I saw him.

However, I know that I will never forget this Chinese soldier whose face I can't see clearly in my life.

He was sitting on a broken wooden box, surrounded by seven or eight seriously wounded Chinese soldiers. He was smiling as he watched the Japanese approaching slowly with bayonets.

Yes, although the smoke and blood blurred his face, I saw that he was smiling.

He grinned, showing his bloody teeth.

Like a beast that had already feasted on flesh and blood.

Yes, he could be proud. Under a complete disadvantage, he achieved the best that humans could imagine.

Major Ikeda of the 2nd Infantry Battalion of the Japanese Army had ordered to capture them alive. He needed a Chinese senior officer prisoner to calm the anger of the brigade commander who was sitting one kilometer away.

Not only did the Japanese die in battle here for more than 130 people, but they also lost up to five hours of precious time here. Even because of the coming of night, they had to slow down the pace of the entire army.

Facts have proved that his decision was a mistake. How could a commander with nearly a thousand subordinates who ignored death be afraid of death?

As the cigarette in his hand fell gently, the flames flashed, and the blast sent him and the wounded to heaven, and also sent a small unit of Japanese infantry to see their Amaterasu.

In the words of the Chinese, this exchange was not a loss.

Major Ikeda's roar was desperate, but I was shocked again when I was knocked down by the blast and rolled into the dust a few dozen meters away.

If all the Chinese fought like this, let alone the Japanese, even if the empire came here, could they win the final victory?

This is also the first time since I came to China that I have associated the failure and victory of the Chinese people. The loser may win the final victory. It is a very strange feeling.

I don’t know the name of the Chinese commander who has been shattered, but undoubtedly, he and his subordinates have won my respect.

I suddenly want to use poems to commemorate them, using what their ancestors left behind, which may better express my respect, the respect of a German from the far west.

After I asked my teacher at the Consulate in Pingjing for advice, he taught me an ancient Chinese poem. Let’s use this poem, the meaning of which I still don’t quite understand, to end the whole article!

At that time, the bright moon was there, and it once shone on the colorful clouds!

That was also when Qiang Sanwa, who was hiding in the three-mile woods outside the small town and looking at his own position with tears in his eyes, heard the last loud bang.

At that time, under the blue sky, the colorful clouds were still there, and the red clouds filled the sky!

On the ground, the blood of the Hunan Army was shed! ……

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