Rise From Eight Hundred

Yes, it was only half an hour before it got dark.

The Japanese commander who commanded this battle deployed 4 Type 89 tanks and more than 700 infantrymen in the front line alone, without any intention of testing the attack.

Although the defenders of Cangcheng repelled three consecutive waves of Japanese attacks, killed at least 200 Japanese soldiers and destroyed a tank, the defenders also suffered heavy losses.

Because there was no experience in dealing with Japanese tanks in this positional defense battle, the biggest loss was not the infantry, but the heavy machine gun firepower points. Within less than 10 minutes after the start of the battle, 3 heavy machine gun firepower points on the 67th Army were blown away by Japanese tank guns or rapid-fire guns lurking in the distance.

The machine gun shooters of the fire support company were inexperienced. After several rounds of attacks, the Japanese tanks hid perfectly in the ruins. There was even a machine gun shooter who was eager to get credit and was hit by a grenade fragment that exploded five meters away, causing serious injuries.

This is why Tang Dao, as the supreme commander, had to personally control the Oerlikon machine guns and fire at the Japanese tanks. If the big iron lumps like tanks were not killed, the increasingly unscrupulous tanks would sooner or later kill all the heavy machine gun fire points that could suppress the infantry the most.

Without the continuous firepower output of heavy machine guns, the Cangcheng position would find it difficult to resist the charge of the Japanese infantry.

The Japanese infantry was not only numerous and fearless, but also had fierce firepower to cover them.

Not counting the large-caliber artillery of the Japanese army farther away, the heavy firepower of the Japanese army in front of them, 6 infantry guns and 4 rapid-fire guns, was enough to make people palpitate.

The four mortars hidden in the warehouse city have been trying hard to counterattack the infantry guns and rapid-fire guns that pose the greatest threat to the firepower point, but after the Japanese army discovered that the opponent had mortars, they placed these direct-aiming guns 1,000 meters away. In such weather, it is difficult for the artillery observers on the top of the city to determine their specific coordinates, and they can only estimate them roughly.

The effect of the bombardment can be imagined.

Tang Dao wanted to notify the artillery units in the city to launch a saturation attack on the several direct-aiming guns that posed a huge threat to the Japanese army, but when he thought that this was just a contact battle before the Songjiang battle, and it was not even an appetizer, it was really not worthwhile for Songjiang to use the trump card, so he could only suppress this extremely tempting idea.

Mortars alone could not suppress the attack of the Japanese army's 10 direct-aiming guns, so they could only rely on fortifications to resist, and naturally the price they paid would be higher.

The two majors were probably still counting the losses and hadn't come to report to him. Tang Dao didn't know how much he had lost in the half-hour fierce battle, but the four heavy machine gun fortifications that were destroyed alone were enough to make Tang Dao sad.

That meant that four heavy machine guns and more than a dozen experienced machine gunners were gone.

Tang Dao was waiting for the reports of the two majors of the Northeast Army and the Sichuan Army in the front-line trenches, and observing the movements of the Japanese army who were still reluctant to retreat.

The young deputy squad leader who hurried back to his team found his company.

Approaching the position, the young soldier was stunned.

Except for two sentries on the top of the broken wall, the rest of the soldiers sat under the wall and rested against the wall.

However, the infantry company with more than 120 people in full formation in the morning was much smaller than he imagined.

Although it was already dark, he looked at a glance and saw that the soldiers covered in smoke and mud sitting under the more than 200-meter wall would never exceed 70 people.

Does that mean that the entire infantry company lost more than 50 people in this battle?

The young soldier's face was tense, and he was looking for his infantry squad nervously. Fortunately, he saw his veteran squad leader at a glance. The veteran with a bandage on his arm was leaning against the city wall and smoking a cigarette with his head down.

The young soldier walked over hesitantly.

Because he didn't see the comrades who were supplemented by other battalions and companies in the past few days, which made him feel a little gloomy.

Looking at the young deputy squad leader walking over with a gun on his back, the soldiers who were already familiar with him grinned, revealing their white teeth against the dark face, although the background color was mostly yellow.

After a fierce battle, it is undoubtedly a comforting thing to see comrades return.

For both sides, it's the same.

"Zhu Zi is here."

"Come, come, Zhu Zi, sit here and listen to your Hai Guo tell you how Hai Guo killed two Japanese soldiers." A soldier waved to the young deputy squad leader from a distance.

That was Liu Hai, the deputy squad leader of the second squad. He was very grateful to Qian Dazhu for taking the initiative to serve as an observation post. Seeing Qian Dazhu coming, he was naturally very enthusiastic.

"Tsk tsk, otherwise everyone would call you a conch! Even if you blow it loudly, I don't know who was hit by the Japanese artillery at that time. The dog's crotch was wet, and it hasn't dried up yet!" Another old sergeant laughed at the side.

Only old brothers can say this. If you don't say it like this, how can you live up to the joy of being alive!

Whether it's bragging or sarcastic, you have to be alive first.

"Fuck you, you big watermelon, you only know how to say sarcastic words. You are lucky that you were not blown up by the shells, so of course you are not afraid. Believe it or not, if you were hit by the Japanese artillery shells, you would probably be scared to shit." The old soldier called the conch didn't show weakness at all, and immediately cursed back with a red face and thick neck.

"That's right, Hai Luo, you are so lucky. You were hit by a frontal shot from a tank gun and nothing happened. Two brothers in my fourth squad were only hit by a grenade launcher from the Japanese. One of them had his intestines blown out and the other lost a leg. Damn it, compared to you, it's unfair." The sergeant with a round head and a bald head, who was called Watermelon, was not annoyed when he was scolded, but asked back with a smile.

"Yes! Hai Guo, tell me quickly, how did you dodge it?" A soldier on the side asked curiously.

After all, on the battlefield, no one can pay attention to every corner of the battlefield. If it is true as Xigua said, it is a miracle that Hai Luo can still be alive and kicking after being hit by a frontal shot from a tank gun.

"How to dodge? If you have the ability, dodge the shells for me and let me see, I didn't dodge at all, okay?" When Hai Luo introduced his legendary experience with high spirits, there was actually more fear in his eyes.

"When I saw the muzzle of the Japanese tank pointed at us, I lay down in the fortification with my eyes closed, waiting to be blown up by the damn cannon. By the way, guess what I was thinking at the last moment?"

Watching the muzzle of the tank pointed at me, a shell would fly over and tear me into pieces in the next moment. That scene would definitely become anyone's nightmare, even a battle-hardened warrior.

"What are you thinking?"

"Xigua, that bastard, seems to know where I hid the money that the superiors gave me when I entered Songjiang City. Now that I'm blown up, that bastard must be grinning from ear to ear, so that he can take my money home to marry a woman!

When I think that I'm blown up into a skewer, and Xigua, that idiot, can still have a slick woman lying next to him in the future, and maybe even have several children, calling him dad in a baby voice, I'm almost regretting it! I can only pray for the ancestors to bless me, and bless the Japanese artillery shells to blow me away!"

"Haha!" The soldiers around laughed.

"That bastard knows me well! You haven't tasted the taste of a woman, then I'll marry one to help you taste it. We're all brothers, why are we so clear about it! Don't worry, don't worry, Guo is very generous, and will tell you the taste of killing when burning paper." Xigua laughed so hard that his nose was full of snot.

"Don't go off topic, Haiguo, tell me how that shell didn't kill you? Did it really fly away?" The soldier next to him was full of curiosity and handed over a piece of black opium.

"Fly away! Who knows if I can survive after being hit by a shell?" Hailuo, who filled the opium into the pipe and took a puff happily, seemed to be still on the battlefield, and shivered involuntarily: "I just felt a sudden shock all over my body, and I almost flew up. I was just waiting for the shell to explode and turn me into ashes, but damn, I waited for a long time and nothing happened. I bravely looked up and guess what happened?"

"What!"

"The shell made a hole under the parapet and drilled in. It didn't explode, leaving a pitch-black black hole there!" Hailuo's face was so proud.

"I was so excited that I couldn't hold it back and peed. You know what I mean? That was to thank the ancestors of the Liu family for showing up and telling them that their grandson's conch can still be used. It wasn't because I was afraid."

"Haha! It's really a conch, and it can really be blown. Be careful. If your ancestors see you blowing so well, they might take you away to entertain you." The soldiers all laughed.

"Where are the unexploded shells? We have to stay away, lest they blow us up instead of killing you." Xigua laughed loudly.

"Let me think..." Before the conch pointed, there was a "boom".

A cloud of smoke exploded on the top of the city not far away, and a piece of broken bricks and soil fell down, hitting the soldiers' helmets with a clanking sound.

"That's it!" The conch's face was stiff.

It's not because the dud has exploded now, but because he remembered that he had been fighting for more than 10 minutes beside this "time bomb" that could explode at any time. Even though he is a veteran, it seems that it's time to show his ancestors the function of the little bird.

How could he be so brave at that time!