Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 3 The Eight Hundred in the Past

Of course, the most important reason for the two soldiers to lower their guns is that Tang Dao has proved that he is not a coward with this move just now.

 You are a coward, dare to fight back angrily at the point of a gun?

 This is impossible. Even if a sheep is faced with a butcher's knife, its only reaction is to scream in panic.

Veteran Youzi’s intuition told him that the Sichuan man opposite him must have killed many people. The strong smell of blood on his body came from his bones.

With the skill he showed, he was able to kill two of himself without alerting others. He inserted a piece of wood into his brain, then snatched his own gun, and stabbed the panicked superior soldier before he could open the safety. Pierce both sides.

 At such a short distance, which is close to close to the body, bullets are not as useful as a bayonet.

"Just wait, I'll ask Shanzi to report to the superior first! It's up to the superior to decide whether to see you or not." Old soldier Youzi calmed down and rushed to the superior soldier and pursed his lips.

Anxiety appeared on the face of the superior soldier, and his lips moved to speak, but in the face of the somewhat forbidding gaze of the veteran Youzi, he finally said nothing. He put his gun back and looked at the surrounding people 200 meters away without looking back. He ran away from the warehouse.

Tang Dao smiled, took two steps back to himself, and slowly moved his body in front of the veteran Youzi with extremely vigilant eyes.

Of course he knew that this was veteran Youzi's delaying tactic, and he was just calling for help, but he was not the enemy, let alone the Japanese army, and that was the most important thing.

Tang Dao was not even afraid that the veteran Youzi would shoot. The Japanese troops less than a kilometer away might have begun to bury pots and make rice at this time, but it did not mean that they would not come to check after hearing the gunshots and had not yet arranged various defenses. The officers of the 1st Battalion of the 524th Regiment at the fortifications should have reminded the soldiers not to shoot unless absolutely necessary.

The body, which had been frozen for several days in the cold wind of late autumn in Songhu, was still slightly stiff despite the fact that it had regained sufficient temperature due to his arrival and the flexibility of the joints of the hands and feet had been restored due to several hours of adjustments. Otherwise, he could have been 0.3 seconds faster just now.

 "Bang, bang, bang!" A popping sound like exploding beans followed Tang Dao's weird stretching movements, with a look of satisfaction in Tang Dao's eyes.

The talent of this body is astonishing, and the toughness of its muscles and bones is even stronger than that of his past. Given time, he will be able to achieve greater breakthroughs in terms of individual combat effectiveness.

Veteran Youzi’s pupils suddenly shrank.

At this point he realized that he still underestimated the young man in front of him.

 After ten years on the battlefield, he may not have become much stronger, but his vision has been cultivated.

As the saying goes: practice your breath internally, and practice your muscles, bones and skin externally! Inner Qi roughly makes the internal organs stable, long-lasting, and amazingly durable. The so-called muscles, bones, and skin are very simple to understand. It just makes the muscles thick, the bones hard, the skin thick, etc., so that it can have a certain impact.

As for the man in front of him, when his whole body vibrates with force, it can make an explosion similar to the interlacing of joints. The experienced veteran Youzi knew that it was not the interlacing of joints, but that it had reached a level where he could control the vibration of his fascia at will. Among the strong men I have seen over the years, there can never be more than three people who can compare with him.

If coupled with the courage to face the gunpoint calmly and the smell of blood in his bones, this person is absolutely unrivaled in single-soldier combat, and he has no idea how many lives he has lost.

 Fortunately, he is Chinese! This was the thought that was constantly surging in Lao Lao Youzi's somewhat blank mind.

Soon, the superior soldier came over with eight or nine infantrymen, and received an order from the supreme commander to take Tang Dao to his headquarters.

 Three minutes later, Tang Dao saw the man depicted in movies, TV series and history books.

Xie Jinyuan, a fourth-generation student in Huangpu. He was a second lieutenant platoon leader during the Northern Expedition and was already a lieutenant colonel during the Songhu Battle. In the early stages of the Songhu Battle, the regimental commander died on the job, so he was promoted to regimental deputy and served as a member of the 524th Regiment in the two months. Acting head of the regiment, the highest commander who was ordered to station at Sihang Warehouse this time.

The army lieutenant colonel with thick eyebrows, big eyes and big ears was wearing a straight dark blue woolen uniform and long leather boots. His body was upright and his eyes were deep as he watched as several guns were pointed at him as he walked over and stood three meters away. Tang Dao stood up straight.

It took a long time before he asked: "Which army are you from? Why are you in the defense area of ​​our 88th Division?"

"Sir, Tang Dao, the sergeant squad leader of the 1st Battalion, 2nd Company, 3rd Platoon, 152nd Regiment, 26th Division, 43rd Army, is reporting to you!" Tang Dao took a step forward, raised his right hand to give a military salute, and looked at the lieutenant colonel's non-committal, and raised his left hand to his arms. Go to explore.

There was a sound of gun bolts all around. The lieutenant colonel frowned slightly and waved his hand slightly.

Tang Dao took out a piece of paper and placed it in the hand of the veteran Youzi who was closest to him. He faced the Army Lieutenant Colonel and solemnly said: "Sir, this is the only document I have to prove my identity at the moment. Please check it."       "152 Regiment Tang Tao, a sergeant of the 1st Battalion, fought bravely in the Battle of Dachang Town and was promoted to second lieutenant of the Army. He hopes to gain new achievements. "Guo, a major of the 26th Division, took the paper and read softly.

"Are you the soldier of the regiment commander?" When the Army Lieutenant Colonel heard the number of the 152nd Regiment, admiration flashed in his eyes, and he murmured: "I would like to be a ghost on the battlefield after death, but not a native of my hometown during my lifetime! That commander of yours , What a role model for our generation!”

Tang Dao knew who he was talking about. The heroic commander of the 152nd Regiment of the 26th Division of the Sichuan Army. Before the war, when he said goodbye to his old mother in tears, he left such a famous couplet that will be passed down through the ages. However, Tang Tao was hit by Japanese heavy artillery in a battle four days ago and his body was not found. It turned out that Tang Tao was also seriously injured in this battle.

"It's just that you just called yourself Tang Dao! Why is the name Tang Tao written on this certificate?" After the Army Lieutenant Colonel sighed briefly, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Tang Dao.

“My father named me Tao in the hope that I can learn Tao strategy and be full of knowledge to serve the country!” Tang Dao’s face remained unchanged and his voice was sonorous and powerful. "But at this time when the Japanese invaders are invading and the country is about to be destroyed and the family is about to be destroyed, the full economic knowledge of the peaceful world is of no use. Tang Dao changed his name to Dao in the hope that he can become the sword of our Chinese clan and defend us. clan, kill the invading bandits. The people may die, but the sword will remain!”

The whole place was silent, and many people had respect in their eyes.

 Half an hour ago, everyone here had learned of the military orders they had received. As the last army in the war zone, they were stationed at the Sihang Warehouse in Zhabei, Songhu.

Although everyone already knows that they are dead, the complexity in their hearts, whether they are fearful, passionate, or melancholy, is something only they know best.

 But the young soldier in front of him who changed his name to "Dao" seemed to have light on his body at the moment he told his reason.

 Of course, more importantly, he is a soldier of the 26th Division.

Wearing straw sandals, carrying bamboo hats on their backs, and carrying pipes, the 'beggars' Sichuan Army walked all the way from Sichuan to Guizhou to Songhu. The men were no more than three melons and two dates, and their guns were not as good as those of the old Han Yang. There were even old Mauser and birds. pistol

 Such an army, not to mention the Japanese army, which was supported by aircraft and warships, did not take it seriously, even the friendly forces themselves looked down upon it.

However, the 26th Division impressed both the enemy and us in the battle of Dachang Town. After seven days and nights of fierce fighting, the casualty rate was as high as 85%. Any unit would have collapsed, but the 26th Division was still on the position. Until reinforcements entered the position to replace them, the backs of 600 people carrying 200 wounded people walking down the position were extremely sad, and even the Japanese army on the opposite side did not shell the enemy for the first time.

 It’s not that the remains of those who died in battle cannot be transported to the rear, but it’s almost unnecessary. At the most urgent moment of the battle, the remains of the soldiers have been built into fortifications.

The young Sichuan army shot bullets at the Japanese pirates before he died. After his death, he used his body as a wall to block the bullets fired at his comrades.

 Xie Guji, the colonel commander of the 152nd Regiment mentioned before by the Army Lieutenant Colonel, took the lead and stayed on the front line as the commander of the 152nd Regiment, eventually dying on the battlefield.

The 26th Division became famous in one battle.

No one underestimated the "beggar" soldiers who came out of the mountains, including the second lieutenant of the Sichuan Army who came here alone for unknown reasons.

"Okay! Very good! Tang Dao is a good name. I believe you are a soldier of the 26th Division. For the sake of the 26th Division, I don't want to get into the details of why you are living here." The Army Lieutenant Colonel raised his eyebrows. "It's just that I'm sorry, my brothers in the 524th Regiment and I are executing the secret military orders of the theater headquarters, so I can only send you away, little brother."

Looking at the army captain next to him, who had a white-faced scholar, he said: "Captain Shangguan, get this little brother a gun and give him ten rounds of bullets. Let him get out of here."

 The white-faced captain looked at his commander in surprise.

As a subordinate who has followed the lieutenant colonel for several years, he knows his commander very well. Although he has a generous personality, he is an extremely serious soldier. Especially after going to the battlefield, he is decisive and decisive, making him an extremely qualified commander. official.

When the deserters fell into his hands, he had only two choices: either turn around and rush to the enemy's position to pay for their crimes, or they could be punished on the spot.

Although the young man in front of him has a promotion order that can prove his identity, he is more suspected of being a deserter. The 600 remaining soldiers of the 26th Division had left for another battlefield a few days ago.

 But what happened today? How could he let the young man in front of him go so easily, based on his impassioned words just now?

However, under the dim yellow light of the swaying lantern on the roof, the square face of the Army Lieutenant Colonel was obscure, making it difficult to guess his true intention.

　　While the captain was pondering his superior's thoughts.

Tang Dao also gave his own answer.

He shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, sir, I can't leave!"

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