Rise From Eight Hundred

However, just like the crow desperately trying to make money, Xia Dayu also has his reasons for having to make money.

As the leader of the beggars' gang active in the west district of Songjiang, he has as many as a dozen brothers and sisters to support.

During the Republic of China period, there were few doctors and medicines, so the average life expectancy of the Chinese people was a staggering less than 40 years old, which also made the poorer villages have many more orphans.

Not every orphan is as lucky as the crow, who can grow up safely even if he struggles desperately. In order to survive, many orphans can only come to the city. Those over 10 years old can do odd jobs to make a living, and those who are more fortunate can enter the charity hall that can provide porridge and shelter, but most of them can only survive by begging.

The beggars' gang led by Xia Dayu is actually his adopted brothers and sisters who are orphans themselves. In order to feed more than a dozen mouths, the older children do odd jobs, and the younger children can only beg on the street. The residents see them as pitiful and usually provide them with relief. Although their lives are a little hard, they have survived for several years.

However, when the war came, the Songjiang government notified all residents to evacuate. Ordinary residents either went to the countryside to rely on relatives and friends, or had some savings. But for Xia Dayu and the Beggars Gang who relied on the city, it was like cutting off their source of livelihood.

Otherwise, as the boss, he would not have risked his head to sneak into Xilin Temple and set his sights on the Buddha.

He needed the money to support his brothers and sisters who were still hiding on Xiaohei Mountain 30 miles outside the city. That was the meeting place agreed by Xia Dayu and them.

So, facing this fake monk who started to lie, the two big cakes in the arms of the crow who shared the same suffering went into the belly of the little bald man.

Otherwise, the boy who was about to faint from hunger would not have the energy to chat with the crow.

A young man and a bald boy hid on a pagoda more than 30 meters high, looking down from the edge of the residential area, and teams of Japanese troops bypassed the houses that were still steaming, advanced deep into the residential area, and got closer and closer to Xilin Temple.

"Uncle Crow, what should we do? The Japanese soldiers are coming." The little bald man cried.

For this young man, it is not so much the vicious Japanese that he is afraid of, but rather that he is afraid of not being able to bring the dozen silver dollars he finally got from the Buddha to his younger brothers and sisters.

Especially when he thinks of the 3-year-old Fatty, the youngest sister who always opens her mouth to beg for a hug when she sees him coming back, she must be starving for two days without even having food to eat.

When Xia Dayu thought of this, his heart ached.

"What should we do? Cold salad!" Crow rolled his eyes. "When you, a little bastard, disguised as a little monk to pry open the money box of the old Buddha, you were very brave, but now you are afraid?"

"How could I know that you, the cowards of the security team, were so tenacious and fought the Japanese soldiers for so long? I thought you were just pretending and running away. I must have run far behind you." The little bald man said his true feelings in pain.

This was also the biggest miscalculation of the eccentric and daring leader of the Beggar Gang. He never expected that the security group, which usually had a very bad reputation, would stay outside the city for two days like taking a powerful pill, and fought several battles with the Japanese in the middle.

Not only did the Japanese madly bombard them with cannons, but now, even incendiary bombs and poison gas bombs that they had never heard of were thrown at them.

It was precisely because of the existence of poison gas bombs that the two dared not leave the pagoda at all. The fat fish in the wishing pool turned their bellies upside down, and the few old turtles who hurriedly climbed ashore to escape were lying still at this moment. I think the toxicity on the ground is still strong, otherwise the Japanese army, which is only a hundred meters away from here, would not have put on a weird mask on their heads.

There was no way to chat that day. Crow wanted to slap the bald head of this eccentric boy, but he couldn't bear to do it after all.

He saw the shadow of his youth, and the boy in front of him was better than the lonely him.

And over there, the Japanese army had a new move.

After advancing to about half of the block and finding that there was no Chinese figure, the Japanese army fired three green flares into the air.

That meant that they were about to successfully occupy the block.

Kunisaki Zheng in the distance was overjoyed, "Order the 4th Infantry Battalion to enter the block first, and order Major Sakio on the front line, he has a chance to wash away his shame."

The large-scale Japanese army moved.

The infantry squadron that had already entered the block was still searching and advancing in small teams, but its main infantry force followed two Type 89 tanks and two Type 94 armored vehicles along Zhongshan Road and drove straight in.

Kunisaki Zheng's purpose was very clear. It took one to two hours with the strength of an infantry battalion to eliminate the remaining enemies and completely occupy the block. Then the entire army used the block as a forward base and launched an attack on the city after the heavy artillery brigade arrived.

As for the Kuragao, which he had originally attached great importance to, he no longer took it seriously after the enemy in the block fled in such a panic. Under the double attack of sulfur bombs and poison gas bombs, the small Kuragao might have been littered with corpses.

Major Sakio, who was already prepared, should not let him down.

However, Major General Kunisaki was destined to be disappointed.

More than 500 death squads, led by Captain Kato Hero as the front-line commander, encountered a dense stream of metal bullets fired from Kuragao in an area 150 meters away from Kuragao.

"This is just the Chinese's dying struggle! All troops, kill the chickens!" Kato Hero, who took off his gas mask as an example, waved his command knife, showing the incomparable courage of the Imperial Japanese Army.

Without giving the Japanese captain who was determined to wash away his shame a chance to regret, a bullet accurately shot into Kato Hero's angry mouth.

He was just pretending to be cool once, and he was targeted by someone for wearing his command knife.

Kato Hero really died with his eyes wide open. The back of his head was almost turned into a blood flower by the deformed bullet head. It took three seconds for his body to collapse.

Tang Dao on the distant position did not even look at his own results. He pointed the muzzle at the light machine gun shooter not far behind the Japanese captain, pulled the bolt, and pulled the trigger.

Japanese shooter, dead!

The muzzle turned again, and the grenade thrower was dead!

Pull the trigger again, and the sergeant was dead!

Five consecutive shots killed five Japanese soldiers.

Peng Chong...

He now somewhat understood Tang Dao's intention of pointing the rifle with a scope at 600 meters away.

Tang Dao's gun was even more terrifying than the knife in his hand.

The Japanese army, which received the commander's order to attack, would never stop attacking just because the commander died. Under the command of the second lieutenant squad leader, the various infantry squads rushed to the wall of Cangcheng, which already had several gaps.

As long as they rushed in there, the last will of the Chinese people, who had suffered heavy damage, would be completely buried.

The dark streets had already become the Japanese army's pocket. Not only did it give confidence to Major General Kunisaki, but the Japanese infantrymen who received this news were also full of confidence in the incendiary bombs and poison gas bombs they used.

But, as the great man said, it is always people, not equipment, that determine the victory of the war.

The American cowboys who were more confident in their equipment spent three years to finally understand this truth.

Therefore, the Japanese also need to learn from bloody lessons.

The Chinese defenders in Cangcheng taught them a good lesson.

The 500 death squads, under the cover of more than 20 heavy machine guns, 10 infantry guns, and 30 grenade launchers, attacked regardless of life and death, but the distance of 30 meters close to the Cangcheng wall was the limit of their advancement.

What was scary was not the cold gunman. No matter how accurate he was, killing dozens of people was his limit. Moreover, in such a battlefield filled with gunpowder, he had to find important targets.

What was scary was the will of the Chinese. No matter how fierce the artillery fire was, the Chinese counterattack was resolute and frightened the Japanese army.

The Chinese mortars could only suppress the heavy machine guns in the distance for a short time. The light and heavy machine guns were suppressed by the infantry guns and grenade launchers and could hardly fire more bursts. They had to evade or move positions.

Even the machine guns that frightened the infantry did not dare to appear easily after the infantry guns approached a distance of 700 meters.

However, the Chinese were like iron men who could not be killed by bullets or destroyed by artillery shells. Obviously, the position had just been covered by the concentrated firepower of infantry guns and grenade launchers, but bullets were still fired.

In close combat, the Chinese's terrible submachine guns and Mauser pistols became the nightmare of the Japanese infantry.

Almost every time they tried to charge from the ground, they would be swept down by the rain of bullets on the way.

It seemed that if they wanted to kill them, they could only blow them up to the sky along with the city walls that were already shaky but would not collapse.

20 minutes, just 20 minutes, the dead ghost Kato Hero who issued the order of the desperate charge led nearly 300 Japanese infantrymen to the road to see Amaterasu with him.

But this was just one of the reasons why Major General Kunisaki's face turned green.

The Japanese infantry battalion in the block was also attacked by the Chinese.