Rise From Eight Hundred

The crow's leap made the Japanese army dumbfounded and made them feel greatly insulted.

The Chinese man who had turned into pieces did not scold them, but they felt humiliated from the bottom of their hearts.

Although they could not tell the specific reason for being humiliated until they returned to the barracks.

Most of the Japanese felt humiliated, but Xiaocun Xiongyi, the temporary commander here, was furious.

Because four more people were going to die.

The poison gas thing was not ineffective against them just because they were users, and the shrapnel splashed all over the place and beat several people like blood gourds. Death was the norm, and survival was a miracle.

As for the translator, in fact, not many people would take him seriously, and even the Japanese who came to drag him were just a side job.

After all, he came from the brigade headquarters, so no matter what, he had to hand over a piece of meat, right? Whether it was warm or cold.

The angry sergeant did not completely lose his composure. He felt that the Chinese must have his reasons for choosing such an extremely decisive way.

Perhaps, there are still some secrets on this tall pagoda?

So, the experienced Japanese sergeant ordered people to carry away several wounded soldiers, and ordered his subordinates wearing gas masks to enter the pagoda, ready to climb up to see what else there is.

Unfortunately, long before the Japanese arrived, Crow used a grenade to blow up the entire first-floor staircase to prevent anyone from climbing the tower. If you want to go up, you have to climb.

And the Japanese short legs are really, even if you have Jordan's bounce, you can't get up without tools.

And Zhao Daqiang over there also woke up.

Perhaps, there is something on the pagoda that the second lieutenant wants to protect.

His eyes gradually became cold.

As a comrade-in-arms, it is a great pity that he cannot save his life, so help him protect what he wants to protect!

The crosshairs of the Type 38 rifle were aimed at the chest of a Japanese soldier who was pointing fingers outside the pagoda, and he was about to pull the trigger.

The sound of gunfire suddenly rang fiercely not far away.

That was the battle between the first battalion of the security regiment and the positions set up by Nakamura Suketoshi.

Xiaocun Xiong was shocked and no longer cared about what was on the pagoda. He loudly ordered the Japanese army to move closer to its main force.

The Japanese troops around Xilin Temple quickly evacuated.

Until Zhuang Shisan rushed over with nearly a hundred people, he saw a man holding a rifle standing under the towering pagoda.

And a little bald man was almost lying on the ground, picking up something with clothes.

The security regiment soldier in charge of reporting the news had already recognized the guard squad leader of Lieutenant General Liu Yuqing. Zhuang Shisan waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to be alert to the surroundings. He strode to the bottom of the pagoda, smelled a disgusting pungent smell in his nose, and his heart sank suddenly.

It was not until he got closer that he heard the little bald man muttering to himself: "Uncle Crow, Da Yu will take you home."

What does this mean? Zhuang Shisan's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. Before he could ask, he saw Zhao Daqiang standing there in a daze, turning around and looking at him with a bitter face: "Captain Zhuang, Lieutenant Crow has died for his country. Please accept my condolences!"

"What?" Zhuang Shisan was shocked. "Where are the others?"

"Here they are all here!" Zhao Daqiang looked at the little bald man who was still searching on the ground, his eyes flashed with crystal, but his body stood straight. "This boy is the one that Lieutenant Crow also wants to protect before he leaves. I hope Captain Zhuang can keep him safe. Also, there is poisonous gas here. After returning to the city, Captain Zhuang must wash the whole body of the people who enter this place with white wine."

"All of them" Zhuang Shisan stood there in a daze, watching the little boy picking up the fragments on the ground bit by bit.

As a soldier, he certainly knew what Zhao Daqiang meant.

"Captain Zhuang, please lend me two Mauser pistols and five magazines!" Zhao Daqiang said suddenly.

"Okay!" Zhuang Shisan, who was heartbroken, waved his hand without hesitation, and the guard behind him immediately delivered the equipment and the belt.

Although Crow was still dead, the favor of the guard squad leader of Division Commander Liu who risked his life to come close for reconnaissance could not be forgotten.

Inserting the magazine and a Mauser pistol into the belt, holding a Mauser pistol in hand, Zhao Daqiang looked back at the pagoda again: "I am going to carry out the second task assigned to me by the division commander. At the same time, Battalion Commander Zhuang, the rescue mission failed, I ask you to lead the entire army to retreat immediately, and then ask Division Commander Liu for an order to cover the place where I fired the signal flare with artillery fire."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Zhuang Shisan was stunned again.

This person in front of him actually hated the Japanese army that killed Crow so much that he had to follow the Japanese army who had already retreated outside the block at the risk of death at any time, and he was willing to cover and attack it with artillery fire even though he was in the game?

Zhuang Shisan certainly didn't know until Zhao Daqiang ran wildly under the pagoda and climbed up the pagoda with the help of tools. Looking at the bald boy who pounced on him with gritted teeth, he finally understood why the crow made that choice.

Because, there is another Chinese on the pagoda, a young man who represents the future of China although he does not have much fighting power.

Zhao Daqiang thought everything through, letting the little boy bite his arm fiercely and speaking in his hometown dialect to prove himself.

The crow must die, and must die in front of the Japanese. Only in this way can the Japanese determine that their target is dead and will not go to great lengths to search in the pagoda. Only then can the boy hiding in the lower level of the pagoda have a chance to survive.

Two people, if they want to live, only one can live, or both will die.

If they were in the same situation, even Zhao Daqiang, who is rich in combat experience, could only find such an answer.

However, it is easy to find the answer, but how difficult is it to take such action? Ants are greedy for life, let alone humans who are intelligent creatures.

The young man may not be his comrade-in-arms or his relative, but he is the future of China. Zhao Daqiang already admires the crow who made such a choice to his core.

Since his robe can be transformed into arrows and bones to attack the Japanese invaders in order to protect the country, and become the most brilliant "fireworks" in the misty rain in Jiangnan, China, then Zhao Daqiang will not be stingy about giving him a blow in the middle of the game. "Fireworks" as a farewell.

It's just that many of the 'audiences' of this fireworks are destined to be buried with crows.

Seeing Zhao Daqiang go away, Zhuang Shisan immediately ordered the two soldiers to run away with the little bald Sayazi who was unwilling to leave. The sound of the iron whistle for everyone to retreat rang through the neighborhood.

More than 400 Chinese soldiers retreated like a tide.

And Futoshi Nakamura, two hundred meters away, with more than a hundred remnant troops, finally waited for reinforcements from two or three infantry squads. He just breathed a sigh of relief and was ready to fight the Chinese with his newly strengthened troops. , I saw it

A bright red flare was launched into the sky less than 30 meters away from him.

Is this the end of the world for the Chinese? Nakamura Futoshi is a man who is always evil and courageous. I didn't even send a flare this time, okay? What are you doing to help me signal for help?

Unfortunately, this is not the disgusting trick played by Master Zhuang.

It was Zhao Daqiang, who was only 30 meters away from them, who came to claim his life.

Thirty seconds later, Futoshi Nakamura, who was ordering Komura Kumaichi, the unlucky sergeant who had lost almost half of his men, to hunt down the Chinese who came to disgust him, was greeted by artillery fire.

This time, there were not 16 heavy mortars, but 24, a full bombardment by two mortar battalions.

The Japanese army may not have expected that a simple search operation would lead to such a fierce counterattack from the Chinese side. Not only did they invest hundreds of troops to fight out of the city again, but they also used more than 20 heavy mortars.

Only one-third of Nakamura Futoshi's infantry squadron could eventually walk back to the main formation on their own.

The Japanese captain was one of the lucky ones. Although he was not lucky enough to walk back to his own formation, he was still able to be found and carried back to his own formation by the Japanese soldiers who had been damaged by artillery fire even though one of his legs was blown off. His luck was really not that good.

Relatively speaking, Xiao Cun Xiong Yi's luck was far worse than him. He escaped both rounds of test fire, but when the third round of ferocious artillery fire came, he had no choice but to cover his ears and hide in the house. The houses destroyed by artillery fire were buried under him. By the time the Japanese army found him, the burning roof beams had almost cooked him.

The aroma of medium-rare meat is really amazing.

Half of the Japanese soldiers responsible for carrying the corpse were vomiting.

The casualties in the exchange of fire with the Chinese were not that large, but at least seventy people died from the Chinese artillery fire regardless of the cost.

The Chinese are absolutely crazy and this does not meet tactical needs.

The captain in charge of the battlefield in the block received such a battle report, and while his mind was buzzing, such doubts flashed across his mind.

Of course the Japanese colonel would not know that the person who prompted the Chinese army lieutenant general 2,500 meters away from him to make such irrational tactical behavior was just a Chinese second lieutenant whose name was forgotten by most people.

But all Chinese people, after hearing about his deeds, felt that it was worth it.

Just like when Tang Dao, who returned from Cangcheng, heard about this incident, regardless of his physical exhaustion, he led the remnant troops of Cangcheng to the security regiment's first battalion station to pay military tribute to Crow's coffin, and left a sentence: "The blood of our generation is Watering the land is just for the mountains and rivers to remain the same, and the stars and the sea are the journey of a young man."

Although they didn't understand what the stars and the sea were, the officers and soldiers of the first battalion of the security regiment burst into tears when they heard the army lieutenant colonel who once called themselves and others trash that night with such words of praise.

This sentence was also engraved on Crow's tombstone after the war.

Xia Dayu left with Tang Dao.

Just because Tang Dao said to him: "Follow me and you can become the person you want to be. I will send someone to send your younger siblings away."

Tang Dao's original intention was just to hope that he could live up to Crow's wish.

He didn't expect that he would pick up an amazing guy just by picking it up casually.

It's just that this incredible guy chose to retire and return to this small town during his peak period after the end of the Patriotic War.

Not far from Xilin Temple, he used the military pay he had accumulated over the years to open a small shop selling Songjiang specialty snacks. He used four large yellow croakers as a betrothal gift and married an ordinary-looking girl.

Not for anything else, just because the girl’s father was named Wang Laoshi.

That was the only place where young Xia Dayu could find a connection with crows.