Rise From Eight Hundred

Liu Yuqing stood in the fortifications, silently watching the battlefield hundreds of meters away where fierce gunfire suddenly sounded, then turned his head to the west, and the Cangcheng, further west, was still trembling in the Japanese artillery fire.

The smoke and faint flames rising into the sky were reflected in the gloomy eyes of the Army Lieutenant General, like two jumping flames.

The Army Lieutenant General was worried and angry.

His subordinates were struggling in purgatory, but he was unable to provide any rescue.

Perhaps, sending hundreds of troops to launch a shocking counterattack against the Japanese army that set traps in the block was not just to save one person, nor even to inspire the morale of the entire army, but just that the extremely angry Army Lieutenant General wanted to stab the already wounded Kunisaki Detachment again.

If you kill my subordinates, I will naturally kill more of your people to bury with my subordinates. The famous army lieutenant general in eastern Sichuan is not a kind man. He has some similar characteristics to Tang Dao. I have to avenge today's hatred now, not to mention a whole night, I can't wait for an hour.

Of course, no one knows that the army lieutenant general is most worried about Tang Dao.

That outstanding young man not only gave him enough surprises, but even some of his words gave the army lieutenant general a new understanding of war.

For example, when Tang Dao said goodbye to the Four-line Camp, he said: "Soldiers are not politicians. For the sake of interests, they can give up everything except themselves. Soldiers exist to guard, guard their homes and their beliefs, even if they have to sacrifice their lives for it!

Comrades are the most worthy people to guard on the battlefield besides guns. If you can abandon the people you want to guard at will, what else can you not abandon?

Your comrades are around you and in Songjiang, so even if you fight to the last person, you must defend the Baihegang Bridge for me. "

After these words were relayed to Liu Yuqing by Lieutenant General Guo, no one knew the huge impact this sentence had on him.

Isn't this what his teacher in the military academy once said when he was young? Isn't this what he once pursued diligently?

But as his position gradually increased, he became more obsessed with power and intrigue. The Sichuan Army's melee over the years did not really mean that they had to fight to the death. Everyone was looking for benefits and how much territory they could occupy. He had long forgotten all of this.

But this war is different.

This is a war between countries and nations. The losing side will never recover.

Who will be your strongest support? It's the gun and the comrades.

If you want to defend your hometown and want to live, you must first protect the people who stand shoulder to shoulder with you.

What kind of person can teach such an excellent soldier? If it weren't for Lao Wang Mingming Bai Bai told him that it was the son of his good friend, and Tang Tao's name was also on the list. Liu Yuqing even suspected that he was from there.

Liu Yuqing, who had dealt with those people to some extent, knew that although they were poor now, they were a group of people with great ideals and beliefs.

'The world will only be corrupted by the stinking interests, and only great and lofty ideals can save it. 'This sentence seems very naive and full of idealism, but upon careful consideration, it is extremely reasonable.

If the old order of China is not broken, how can it be reborn like a phoenix?

It turned out that there was such a person with ideals and beliefs around me, which made Liu Yuqing very happy.

However, no matter how much he valued Tang Dao, Tang Dao must first be a warrior, and he cannot be like a greenhouse. Like the flowers of the Songjiang River, he had to practice his ideals and beliefs on the battlefield.

Just like the words he decisively concluded at the combat meeting: For the country and the nation, no one can be sacrificed.

However, watching the Cangcheng being torn apart by the Japanese artillery fire, the Army Lieutenant General was still furious.

So, he sent troops to make the Japanese army bleed like a river under the Songjiang City.

Even if only one person was killed, the blood would flow for several kilograms.

Nakamura Suketoshi was stunned by hundreds of Mauser pistols, dozens of submachine guns and more than 20 machine guns.

Damn Chinese, they don't follow the rules at all.

Aren't they afraid of being bombarded by their own artillery on a large scale? It would be strange if they didn't bury all these hundreds of people in the block after a blast.

However, when this man bit the tiger's ass The Japanese captain, who was almost stunned by the tiger's consecutive slaps and sharp teeth, turned his head to look at his main camp, only to find a sad fact.

Damn it, not to mention that the artillery battalion would not rashly open fire support because they were still there, even if there were only Chinese people left in the block, I'm afraid the artillery battalion of the detachment would not fire a single shell.

Because, Cangcheng, hundreds of meters away, was like an erupting volcano, being bombarded by dozens of artillery pieces. It is estimated that the attention of the detachment commander, the regiment commander, and the battalion commander was all there. Who would take the block battlefield with only one infantry squadron seriously?

Three red flares were fired into the air.

That was the highest level emergency signal sent by the Japanese captain to the main camp, which meant that he was surrounded and needed military support from the main camp.

Not only did the Japanese main camp see it, but Zhuang Shisan, who was leading people around in circles and trying to get close to the Japanese so that he could use Mauser pistols and submachine guns to deal with them, also saw it.

"Damn it, you can't win and you want help? Come on, I'll shoot three for fun! Shoot three green ones." Zhuang Shisan rolled his eyes and said to the guard squad leader behind him.

Three green flares were fired into the sky.

As soon as the Japanese observation post at the joint headquarters reported the neighborhood's call for help to the joint headquarters, they watched three green flares representing safety rising into the sky. After being confused for a while, they had to report again: "The neighborhood said there is a crisis. Lift..."

"Nani?" The Japanese captain, who was ordering two infantry squadrons to be sent to reinforce the neighborhood, was stunned.

He walked into the trench with a telescope and had a good look at what was going on.

Nakamura Futoshi wanted to vomit blood.

Of course he saw the three green flares, which meant it was safe now, but he had never fired them. They were caused by the Chinese. Don't get the wrong idea from the wing headquarters.

"Fire two more red flares!" Nakamura Futoshi had to order again.

"Shoot two more green flares for me!" Zhuang Shisan felt blessed and immediately ordered.

Red and green, a bullshit race! Zhuang Shisan had no ambition to stop the Japanese army from sending reinforcements by firing a few signal flares. He did this purely to disgust the Japanese.

It's a common tactic in the world of martial arts. Even if I can't beat you, I'll still be disgusted by you.

If you shoot a red one, I will have to pay for a green one. The artillery shells may not be as good as yours, but I still have no shortage of worthless things like signal flares.

Nakamura Futoshi was indeed almost disgusted.

Fortunately, his captain, who had been observing the battlefield with a telescope for a while, was not stupid. Seeing the red and green flares shooting into the sky for free, he realized that there was something wrong in the neighborhood, and it might be a big problem. question.

On an order, two infantry squadrons sent reinforcements to the block.

Then, two artillery observation posts on the high watchtowers in the West City quickly reported to the mortar positions that had been prepared, and 16 150-mm mortars fired at the edge of the block.

Although the firepower of 16 guns is really weak for a block with a width of 2,000 meters, the Japanese army who was attacked by artillery did not think so.

Don't look at the shell exploding two to three hundred meters away from you now, what will happen in a minute! Not sure whose head it landed on.

Preventing gunfire is important.

Of the two infantry squadrons, at most, only two or three infantry squads, serving as the vanguard, entered the block. The rest quickly retreated before they had time and hid in a line of trenches a few hundred meters away.

In the neighborhood, the Japanese troops who encountered such a large amount of continuous firepower were no longer able to maintain the previous encirclement around Xilin Temple and retreated to the periphery.

The two infantry companies relentlessly weaved through various back streets and alleys in pursuit of the retreating Japanese troops.

Elsewhere, the security team may be afraid of you, but on this familiar battlefield, the security team that has already demonstrated confidence is not afraid of anyone. If you don't take the opportunity to gain more military exploits, when will you have a chance?

The infantry companies responsible for the skimming formation on both wings were also very happy. They were only responsible for climbing to the commanding heights and shooting at the 'shit yellow' visible in their field of vision.

Even though they were separated by several streets, the straight-line distance was actually only more than a hundred meters, which was definitely within the range of their rifles and machine guns.

Zhuang Shisan personally led an infantry company to kill Xilin Temple.

However, nearly twenty minutes have passed from troop deployment to assembly to battle. Can the crow on the pagoda still wait?