Rise From Eight Hundred

However, when he rushed out of the ground and before he could find the position of his infantry company, he was stopped by an officer: "Come on, soldier, help me carry the artillery shells."

Although the officer's face was smeared with smoke and sweat, the young deputy squad leader still recognized him at a glance.

The burly soldier in front of him, with an ammunition box on his shoulder and another on his right arm. The total weight must be more than thirty kilograms. His chest was heaving violently with his buckle open. He was actually presiding over the Cangcheng meeting before the battle began. Lieutenant Colonel Tang Dao, the supreme commander of the army swearing-in ceremony.

Not only was his size conspicuous, but his brief opening remarks were also deeply remembered by the young deputy squad leader.

"Brothers from the Northeast Army and Sichuan Army, please forgive Tang Dao for bringing you into this desperate situation. I know that everyone is raised by their parents. Our parents are eagerly waiting for us to go home at home. Coming to Cangcheng means letting you go. My parents were disappointed;

However, I know better that the Japanese are here and if we go back, what our parents will have to face is the bloody Japanese bayonets. Brothers, tell me, should we go back or not? "

After a moment of silence, the young commander was answered by the company commanders waving their arms and roaring loudly: "No reply!"

The young deputy squad leader remembered that he also roared with all his strength and waved his arms high.

He really couldn't go back. As long as he could stop the Japs, his parents would still have his younger siblings to take care of him after he died. But if the Japs were let in and he entered Sichuan, it would be all over.

In the battle of Songhu, not all soldiers died. The burning smell from the burning rubble would not dissipate for months, reminding the soldiers how cruel the war was.

Civilians are like lambs to be slaughtered in the face of war.

"If you don't come back and want to live, you have to fight to the death. The Japanese are nothing to be afraid of. They also have two arms and two legs, which are quite short. I was in Sihang Warehouse with my brothers a week ago. Surrounded by an infantry regiment, they were all killed. The Japanese were dead, but I was still alive." Tang Dao patted his chest and used his own experience to inspire the soldiers in Cangcheng.

The power of role models is endless.

By this moment, the soldiers' emotions were obviously more intense.

The soldiers who followed the tall and burly Tang Dao and shouted the slogan "fight to the death" saw a glimmer of hope in the desperate situation.

Because, they remembered, the man in front of them was no ordinary Army lieutenant colonel. He was the commander of the Sixings Battalion, a soldier who had come out of a real death scene alive.

He was able to fight his way out of the Jedi with more than a hundred brothers and escape. This time, it may not be impossible.

If you can't retreat and don't want to die, you can only follow this commander who has created miracles.

The young deputy squad leader was extremely impressed by the supreme commander who was only a few years older than him.

"Yes, sir!" The young deputy squad leader quickly put the gun behind his back, took a heavy ammunition box from his arm, and followed him towards a city wall position.

There was no time to tell whether it was in the east or south of the city. As soon as Tang Dao, who was carrying the ammunition box, arrived at the position, he dropped the ammunition box. Without the time to say goodbye to the supreme commander, the young deputy squad leader carried the gun and walked into the more advanced position. Hiding behind a single soldier's position, he fired at the Japanese infantry advancing towards the position only 150 meters away, pulled the bolt, and fired again.

Even if the 57mm tank gun of the Japanese 89 tank rotated the turret, a "bomb" shot sent a heavy machine gun fire point only 15 meters away from him into the sky, and a piece of shrapnel flew over and scratched his cheek. There was a big hole, and blood trickled down. His shooting hand didn't even shake. He still stared at the Japanese invaders approaching in the ruins in front of him, took aim, and fired.

It wasn't until the Japanese figure he had been staring at collapsed after he fired ten shots in a row that the young deputy squad leader turned over and fell behind the sandbag fortifications, gasping for air and loaded the magazine into his rifle again.

The old squad leader is right, the more you are afraid of death on the battlefield, the faster you will die. When you are not afraid of death, you will die much slower.

After killing a Japanese soldier, he actually felt much calmer.

Regardless of whether he dies or not, at least here, he has killed a Japs first. According to the current popular saying in the military, he has evened his losses, at least he will not lose money.

The gunfire around him was intense, proving that his colleagues were fighting back as bravely and fearlessly as he was.

However, the Japanese infantry advanced very resolutely. The grenades constantly thrown by grenade tubes hundreds of meters away were terrifying. Not to mention the heavy machine guns, even the light machine guns had to move quickly once they hit the shuttle, otherwise they would be hit by more than two grenade tubes. Keep an eye on.

Fortunately, the smoke from the infantry artillery and grenades provided some concealment for the position here. During the 20-minute battle, the young deputy squad leader was on this position except for the heavy machine gun. The Type 89 tank moving among the ruins was hit by one shot, but the other firepower points still survived.

Although the Japanese infantry were allowed to advance dozens of meters, they were basically suppressed from entering the charge stage.

However, the 57mm tank gun of the Japanese Type 89 tank 400 meters away was too terrifying. As long as it fired, even the fortifications covered with two layers of sandbags supported by thick logs could not stop it.

Not to mention the simple trenches built with sandbags. If hit, the trench would be damaged by more than three meters. The flying bricks at the top of the city wall would increase the damage effect. It would be difficult for soldiers within a radius of five or six meters to survive.

In just a short while, more than a dozen infantrymen were killed or wounded by its artillery fire.

If it continued to fire like this, the few infantrymen on this position would all be killed or wounded by the artillery fire.

But the heavy machine guns on the position and the mortars deployed 200 meters behind had no effect on the iron lump, and it was extremely cunning. It used the broken walls of the destroyed houses outside the warehouse city to hide its huge body and only turned the turret to fire at the infantry positions on the top of the city wall.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" With the unfamiliar but extremely terrifying shooting sound, the young deputy squad leader who had just emptied a magazine and killed another Japanese infantryman looked back in horror.

Thirty meters away from him, there was a circular heavy machine gun position, surrounded by sandbags piled up more than half a person's height. Lieutenant Colonel Tang Dao, who had just asked him to help move the shell box, sat on the firing seat of the Oerlikon single-barrel machine gun, holding the machine gun handle with both hands, and lowered the long muzzle flat, and fired at the Japanese tank 400 meters away.

At this time, the sky was already slightly dark.

The 20-round magazine of the Oerlikon machine gun provided enough ammunition capacity. A series of 20mm caliber shells were fired, and a fiery red and gorgeous trajectory was formed in the air.

Although it was only a flash, it was a bit thrilling.

However, the young deputy squad leader knew that this beauty from the top of the city was hiding the ultimate cruelty.

If hit by such a beautiful rainbow, people would be torn into pieces, and tanks would be hit into a ball of fireworks.

Yes, although the Oerlikon machine gun is not as famous as the Surat machine gun, its armor-penetrating performance is also not weak. At a distance of 400 meters, it is not too difficult to penetrate a 20mm steel plate.

A series of shells hit the broken walls where the Japanese tanks were hiding, and the Japanese tanks, which were startled, were reversing frantically with thick smoke, trying to hide back in the broken walls before being covered and hit by the beautiful rainbow.

However, Tang Dao had obviously been eyeing this delicious piece of fat for a long time. He didn't care whether it ran or not, and poured shells into that area without stopping.

The advantage of Oerlikon's 20-round magazine was revealed at this time. Four shells were fired in a group. In just a few seconds, several fiery red bullet marks passed through the dark night sky and fell around the 89 tank.

The Japanese grenade throwers also reacted quickly. Although the smoke on the Chinese position made it impossible for them to find the specific location of the machine gun, they still determined the approximate location through the clear trajectory in the air. More than a dozen grenades exploded dozens of meters or even ten meters around the machine gun.

As the young deputy squad leader looked back, a cloud of smoke rose around Tang Dao, and even brick fragments passed through the fortifications and hit the gun barrel and steel shield of the machine gun, making a heart-pounding "clang! clang!" sound.

That was the sound of the grim smile of the god of death.

If any of them hit a person, the result would be broken bones and tendons.

The young deputy squad leader was not sure if he, who had made up his mind to die, could stay in place like Tang Dao in such an environment.

But Tang Dao was still there.

His eyes were firm, and his hand holding the gun handle was as steady as at the beginning, until he fired the last few shells.