Rise From Eight Hundred

That’s right, although they were beaten up, the most depressed person on the river was definitely not the Japanese navy.

Originally, Major Koyama Hideyuki was extremely excited about being appointed as the captain of the division’s forward reconnaissance squadron.

A staff officer of a division headquarters, no matter how much he holds the rank of major, is just a marginal role who serves tea and water and conveys orders to the infantry regiment in the division headquarters full of majors. The major-level staff officer really didn’t expect that the command and reconnaissance mission before the entire army would fall on his head.

Although he only commanded two infantry squadrons, he would enter the battlefield ahead of the 100,000-strong army of the 10th Army. This honor definitely surpassed the reconnaissance operation itself.

Koyama Hideyuki had every reason to believe that after this battle, he would most likely leave the division headquarters and truly become a major with real power.

He received the military order from the Colonel Chief of Staff, and the big hand on his shoulder and the eyes full of praise told him that this was an opportunity that the Colonel had fought for him.

The Colonel also needs manpower! Hideyuki Koyama naturally understood this.

From then on, regardless of wind or rain, he was the colonel's man.

But what the ambitious Major Hideyuki Koyama didn't expect was that the actual battlefield was completely different from what he imagined.

It was nothing to be squinted at by those grandsons on the navy's gunboat. They rolled their eyes in return and muttered "navy millipedes";

It was nothing to be attacked by a barrage of artillery as soon as he arrived at the enemy's territory. This was what war should be like. If the Chinese didn't even resist, where would his military merits come from?

The navy millipedes were no match for him, and he could only rely on the Imperial Japanese Army.

So, he bravely led two infantry squadrons to jump into the waist-deep cold river water. He wanted to take the warriors to quickly kill the annoying Chinese so that he could light a bonfire to dry his clothes, otherwise he would get sick.

But, damn, the battlefield shouldn't be like this!

Major Hideyuki Koyama was completely dumbfounded when he looked at the narrow sandbar in front of him.

After a few strides, the river bank was within reach, but it seemed to be at the end of the world.

The green water surface reminded this unlucky guy from Kobe that the water was at least three meters deep. Under the seemingly slow flow rate, there was definitely an undercurrent, and even a cow could be washed away.

Thinking about it, with his experience, he still had a chance after kicking off his heavy military boots, throwing away his heavy helmet, throwing away his long gun, and taking off his military uniform that would become bloated due to water absorption. In addition, he was good at swimming.

But what about after crossing? Playing chess with Chinese artillery with your bare ass? You use the cannon and I jump the horse?

Jump back on the boat? The Chinese bombarded the three gunboats like frightened quails with overwhelming artillery fire, and they were desperately running away!

Baga! Marine millipedes! Until this moment, the Japanese major finally reacted. He and his two infantry squadrons were in such a desperate situation, and it seemed that it was all caused by those bastards.

The two infantry squadron leaders were very skilled in tactics and techniques. As soon as they got on the sandbar, they sent soldiers to run to the other end of the sandbar, which might be connected to the river bank.

The others all jumped into the bushes. No matter if there were spikes in the bushes, the Chinese artillery was now chasing the navy's millipede gunboats. Who knows when they will come to visit them?

Protecting yourself first is what an excellent Imperial Japanese Army should do.

Hideyuki Koyama, who was also lying in the grass on the sandbar, was also thinking about a deeper question. Would the Chinese also have infantry ambushing on the river bank? They concentrated their firepower so much to drive the gunboats away from the sandbar. Did they have a more vicious intention?

That intention, if it was true...

Major Koyama Hideyuki felt that his chirping was instantly shrunken at that moment.

As expected of a senior advisor who had been in the division staff, Major Koyama Hideyuki's thoughts came true one by one five minutes later.

The cavalrymen hiding in the crude positions on the river bank did not fire a single shot, just watching the Japanese infantry who strayed into the sandbar and frantically looking for a way to reach the river bank.

Because of the long distance and the somewhat high position, they could see clearly that the closest position of the sandbar to the river bank would never be less than ten meters. If you have the ability, jump over!

"Destroy it! Pikachu!" Deputy Director Tang's slogan almost made the brains of several Chinese officers who had already been blinded by the Japanese navy and army's operations fail.

Destroy, they understand, but what is Pikachu? Is it because these guys are stuck on the sand dunes?

Then, it seems a bit naughty?

The slogan is magical, but Deputy Director Tang is not just talking but not doing anything.

The three red flares fired afterwards were to issue orders to the entire army to attack with all their strength.

The sound of gunfire like popping beans rang out.

Bullets rushed to the sandbar like raindrops.

Major Hideyuki Koyama, who was lying on the sandbar, was almost beaten to tears. The Chinese were more vicious than he had imagined.

The density of bullets was not terrible, but they had no shelter in this broken place.

Most of the Japanese infantry could only crawl on the sand, using their shovels to dig out a small pile of sand and pile it in front of them.

But what was the use of that? Could the hole be used to hide a head or a foot?

Could that small pile of sand that could not stop bullets be called grave sand?

Of course, the well-trained officers and soldiers of the 114th Division were not vegetarians. While crawling to avoid the torrent of bullets, they also launched their own counterattack.

The two infantry squadrons and six infantry teams had 12 light machine guns and 12 grenade launchers. Not to be outdone, the flames they swept out also hit the branches and leaves of the Chinese positions hidden in the woods and bushes.

However, they were not facing ordinary Chinese troops this time. In fact, they could be regarded as their students. Not only were the machine guns and light artillery in the Northeast Army copied from Japan, but even the grenade launchers were also equipped in the same way.

The five cavalry companies actually had only 500 people, not much more than the two infantry squadrons of the Japanese army, but as the elite among the elite, the mobile forces in the 30,000-strong army, their light firepower equipment was not only stronger than the ordinary Chinese infantry companies, but also far stronger than the Japanese infantry.

Not only were there 30 machine guns, but there were also 15 grenade launchers. Both sides fired grenades at each other, and the positions of both sides were in ruins.

But the Chinese side had simple fortifications, while the Japanese side did not even have a stone. Once the shrapnel flew...

Then, they could only leave it to fate.

The geographical gap caused the Japanese infantry, who could not show their excellent tactics at all, to be at a disadvantage from the beginning.

But this was not what made Hideyuki Koyama feel the most terrible. The Chinese flat-fire guns, mortars, and machine guns were still chasing the three gunboats of the navy's millipedes. What would happen after they finished dealing with their opponents?

Looking back at the three gunboats that were a hundred meters away from him and were being blown up, the Japanese major knew that the longer the time dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him. When the Chinese artillery turned the muzzle, none of the nearly 400 people on the sandbar would be able to escape.

He had to find a way out of the predicament before the navy millipedes were killed.

"Notify Captain Yamamoto and Captain Aso, ask them to come to me, we must leave this damn place as soon as possible." Hideyuki Koyama ordered the signalman to notify the two infantry squadron leaders.

The two signalmen quickly crawled in two directions.

But he didn't know that this scene happened to fall into the eyes of Tang Dao who was observing the battlefield with a telescope.

The wave of Japanese soldiers who got off the gunboat was much smarter than the guys who liked to pretend in the 36th Infantry Regiment. The officers did not wear long leather boots and white gloves, and it was difficult to judge their identities just by their clothes.

Tang Dao, who had a Liao-made 13-cavalry rifle at hand, never found the target he wanted.

After observing with a telescope for a long time, the figures of two Japanese soldiers crawling out of a bush were just seen by Tang Dao.

Looking at them crawling to the distance to find someone, Tang Dao instantly determined that the commander of the Japanese army was hiding there. Those who could have signalmen were at least second lieutenants or above.

The khaki shadows were looming in the lush bushes. Even Tang Dao was not sure if he wanted to attack with a rifle.

But fortunately, he was the supreme commander.

Without a rifle, he could still attack his suspected target.

"Grenade launcher!"