Rise From Eight Hundred

After discovering that the Chinese defenders had re-emerged like weeds after the spring breeze, the Japanese infantry finally retreated after three consecutive attacks.

The battlefield fell into a brief silence.

Qian Dazhu refused to leave the front line.

According to him, this was the position that his entire platoon of brothers had defended with their lives. Why would he go back alone? Would he sit alone in the bullet shelter and stare blankly? Letting him stay on the position would at least make him feel that his brothers were still there.

Liu Zhenshan found it difficult to convince him for a while. Looking at his lonely figure leaning against the trench and smoking heavily, he did not want to use military orders to make this lonely soldier withdraw from the position.

At least 100 Japanese soldiers fell in front of the position, indicating that the Japanese soldiers did not fight hard during that period of time. No one knew how he managed to survive those five minutes alone, but he did.

Fortunately, after a careful search and identification, the soldiers found two bodies in the trenches that were still breathing weakly. They should have been knocked unconscious by the artillery in the bunker. Their faces were as pale as paper, and they looked no different from dead people at first glance.

But they could definitely be rescued. One of them was the youngest signalman in Qian Dazhu's infantry squad.

Hearing that there were still people alive in the platoon, Qian Dazhu, who was stubborn and refused to leave, no longer insisted on his own opinion. Taking advantage of the gap when the Japanese army did not attack again, he and several soldiers carried two wounded soldiers who were still unconscious on stretchers to avoid bullet holes.

As for the bodies, the battle situation was urgent and they could only ignore them for the time being. They were piled on one side of the trench and dealt with them after the battle was over.

Not only the Chinese were heartbroken, but the Japanese, as the attacking party, were even more painful.

Under the walls of Cangcheng and in the gaps, not counting the light and serious wounded, the Japanese army left more than 300 bodies.

For the two Japanese majors with livid faces 500 meters away, this was also a tough battle they had never experienced before.

Perhaps they, the initiators, did not expect that in just 40 minutes of attack, the casualties of one and a half infantry battalions were close to 40%.

If the consumption continued at this rate, in another hour, the infantry battalion under their command could be declared disbanded.

"Mr. Sakio, how many troops did the Chinese have stored in there? Why can't they be killed? What should we do?" A Japanese major asked his colleagues.

He finally knew how the two and a half infantry squadrons of this unlucky guy beside him were exhausted in a previous attack. It was not because of the wrong tactics or the lack of courage of the imperial soldiers.

Rather, the Chinese were like damn weeds. They were killed by the cold, but who knew that they would emerge again when the spring breeze came.

"What can we do? His Excellency the detachment commander has already ordered that he does not need the number of casualties, but only the results." Another thin Japanese major had a bitter face. "So, even if all the infantry under our command are destroyed, we must complete the military order of the detachment commander and ask for more artillery support from the detachment commander! In the next round, I will personally lead the rest of my troops to conduct a long live charge."

"Mr. Sakio, you..." The Japanese major was shocked.

The long live charge is a charge that will not stop unless the entire army is killed. The attack force is strong and powerful, but it is also a double-edged sword. Once the opponent's momentum is not defeated, what awaits this Japanese major and his last 200 infantry is the defeat of the entire army.

"The block failed, and the first round of attack here also failed. Do I have any choice?" Major Sakio's eyes were desperate and calm.

The Japanese Army Major was speechless.

As his colleague said, there is no choice. Once again, twice, but not three times. The arrogant major general detachment commander can tolerate two failures, but will never allow a third time.

Rather than being thrown a command knife and ordered to commit seppuku to apologize to His Majesty the Emperor, it is better to die heroically on the battlefield.

The two Japanese infantry battalion leaders have been forced into a desperate situation by the extremely strong Cang Cheng.

Tang Dao, who was hiding in the position with a sniper rifle and looking at the distance, also looked a little embarrassed at this time. Although he was not seriously injured, his arms and chest were also wrapped in bandages, and his military uniform was burned black in several places by the sparks from the shells.

However, for this supreme commander who was on the front line of the battlefield, no matter how embarrassed he was, the soldiers looked at him with almost reverent respect.

It was not because of his godly shooting skills. In just a few dozen minutes of fighting, the Japanese soldiers who died under his gun were no less than an infantry squad. He almost contracted all the attacks on the most threatening Japanese infantry on the position.

The Japanese army replaced at least 20 heavy machine gunners 300 meters away. As long as the Japanese grenade throwers hiding behind the bunkers dared to show their heads to observe, no less than 10 people died. The sergeant who liked to hang the sun flag the most in the Japanese army had already taken the initiative to remove the flag during the second round of charge.

Because there were too many deaths, Tang Dao almost gave the Japanese sergeants who took the initiative to expose their targets no chance of survival.

It was not his extremely terrible combat intuition that always predicted the danger in advance and avoided the attacks of the Japanese grenade throwers and light and heavy machine guns who also paid attention to him.

Rather, as the highest commander who made the choice to rotate to the position, he was the only soldier who did not participate in the rotation and always stayed on the front line.

All the infantry platoons who came to this position could always see their highest commander.

Tactics is the best control of a commander on the battlefield, and Tang Dao only used one tactic, fighting to the death, I'm with you.

This may also be the main reason why the entire army of Cangcheng has suffered heavy losses, but it can still hold the front line firmly until now.

When Lieutenant General Guo heard the description of their commander from the remnant army of Cangcheng, he remembered what Xie Jinyuan told him, that Tang Dao was already very strong in battalion-level command ability, and he couldn't help but sigh and shake his head: "Xie Zhongmin, you are really too modest. This is not very strong, but it should be like his individual ability, no one can match him!"

However, no one dared to approach Tang Dao within three meters.

Looking at Tang Dao from afar, his eyes seemed calm, but the jumping flames in them were more scorching than the lava that was about to erupt. Even Peng Chong, who wanted to come to report the battle losses of each company to him, chose to wait aside temporarily, not wanting to disturb this commander who exuded a dangerous aura.

That is the instinctive fear of higher-level creatures in the food chain.

Tang Dao, who killed dozens of Japanese soldiers alone, is qualified to be called the most dangerous creature on this battlefield.

"Tell me, how much is our army's current battle loss?" Tang Dao did not look back, and a cold voice came.

"Sir, including the previous battle, our army currently has 268 soldiers who can still fight." Peng Chong reported softly.

This is the number given to him by the two infantry majors. At this time, the two grieving men have refused to report the number of dead in battle, only the number of people who can still fight, and among them, there are still 80 people in his guard company.

The full guard company of 150 people has not lasted a day since early morning, and half of them have gone.

"Only more than 200 people?" Tang Dao's eyes are still calm.

Only those who are very familiar with him may know that his emotions are not as he shows on the surface.

The angrier he is, the calmer he is.

"Let the brothers who are still alive carry the bodies of the brothers who died in battle to the unused bomb shelters, and then blow up the entrances. The seriously injured brothers, all gather in the two largest bomb shelters." Tang Dao took a deep breath and gave the order.

"Yes!" Peng Chong accepted the order in a low voice.

"Also, the three positions of Cangcheng, besides me, will be commanded by Major Yue Zhizhou, Major Liu Zhenshan and you, Captain Peng Chong. If I have an accident, they will take over the command of Cangcheng in this order."

"Sir, you..." Peng Chong was anxious.

In his opinion, this lieutenant colonel who has always been wise and tough suddenly explained the order of command transfer, which is clearly a death wish. This is definitely not a good sign for a supreme commander who is still commanding nearly 300 people in battle.

"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile." Tang Dao glanced at the sweaty captain of the guard company and said lightly.

"It's just that the battle situation is critical. I can't guarantee that I can escape unscathed from such an intense battle. This plan is just to be prepared. Besides, it's not just the command of the warehouse city. The three of you should remember to make arrangements for the succession of command in your respective positions.

The Japanese killed 600 of my brothers, so they must be prepared to pay three times the price of me. Go!"

"Yes!" Peng Chong looked at Tang Dao who turned his eyes back to the battlefield. He wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and turned away.

Yes, Tang Dao acted very calmly, but the captain of the army who had been on the battlefield for a long time could clearly feel the great sadness in his eyes.

That was the first time that Tang Dao suffered such heavy casualties.

Whether in the past life or this life.

The battle at Sihang Warehouse was fierce, but with the existence of the fortress, the casualties were actually far less intense than the battle.

But here, the generals of the two armies handed over nearly a thousand of their most elite soldiers to Tang Dao. Facing the fierce artillery fire of the Japanese army, Tang Dao, who had decades of combat experience and unparalleled individual combat power, could only watch the corpses all over his own position!

Moreover, Tang Dao had no choice but to use the tactics used by the Chinese commander on the ice field more than ten years later, and personally pushed the soldiers of one infantry platoon after another into the abyss of death.

This was a huge shock to the young Tang Dao.

This is the most real Patriotic War, which will not change much because of the arrival of this little butterfly.

China once sacrificed tens of millions of people and soldiers in exchange for the victory of the Patriotic War.

What remained in the eyes of Tang Dao and the future Chinese people was only numbers after all, but now, the bloody scene was presented in front of Tang Dao, which was many times more cruel than the imagination of looking at the numbers.

The Tang Dao also has to adapt, adapt to the cruel reality, adapt to more sacrifices, and adapt to the fact that he is not a god, but just a soldier who is stronger than ordinary soldiers.

The war not only makes the scum militia soldiers like Zhuang Shisan transform, but also the Tang Dao.

Only by constantly growing in the war can we win this war with a huge disparity in power.

The Japanese artillery fire is more cruel than the cold, so the Chinese can only be like weeds, leaving only a little root, and will eventually break through the ground to tell everyone that they are still there.