Rise From Eight Hundred

Because of the thick silt created by Commissioner Songjiang's "lazy governance", the heavy footsteps of the Japanese infantry were blocked.

More than 300 Japanese infantrymen were passionately "playing in the water" in the moat, competing to drink the water of Songjiang, which stunned the second wave of Japanese infantrymen who came later. They dared not try to go into the water easily, and could only set up positions on the spot, and the engineers who followed up set up floating bridges in the blind spots of heavy machine guns.

The defenders of the city wall were anxious, and the two machine guns led by Mo Songzi finally couldn't bear it and fired, turning more than a dozen Japanese engineers into a bloody mist.

The fierce artillery fire began to attack the firing holes of the machine gun fortifications 30 seconds later. The 13th Infantry Regiment also took out all its artillery power at this time, and a full 10 infantry guns approached the front line to suppress the firepower points hidden in the city wall.

The most anxious ones were actually not the few soldiers in the city wall.

But the soldiers of the 643rd Regiment 400 meters away from the city wall.

The main force of the 643rd Regiment, which was blocked by artillery fire, waited for several minutes, but still saw no sign of the Japanese artillery fire weakening. The colonel standing in the trench with a pistol in hand was extremely anxious, and finally issued an extremely difficult military order with red eyes.

"The devils are coming up, and the brothers in front are still waiting for us. I order each battalion and company to rush forward as an infantry squad." The colonel waved his pistol and roared to convey the order to the signalman around him.

While several signalmen conveyed the order to each battalion and company, three red flares were fired into the sky, which was the highest level signal that the front-line positions were in urgent need of support.

There was no other way. Facing the rising smoke of death in front of them, the officers of each battalion and company could only bite their back teeth to convey the military order.

One infantry squad after another rushed into the road filled with smoke but no longer supported by trenches.

This may also be the first time since the Songjiang War that Chinese soldiers faced the Japanese artillery fire without the cover of fortifications and trenches.

At a distance of 200 meters, there are shells exploding around you at any time, which is dancing with the god of death.

Undoubtedly, the Chinese soldiers who faced the Japanese artillery fire were brave, but bravery could not be a shield, and could not block the terrible air waves and shrapnel that were almost blind.

The 75 mountain gun was unable to destroy solid fortifications, but it was easy to blow people up. A 6.5 kg high-explosive grenade had a killing radius of 12 meters, which meant that people within a radius of 12 meters would die, and the flying shrapnel could even cover a radius of 30 meters.

The Japanese artillery used to block the 200-meter area behind the city wall was as high as 48, including several 105 howitzers.

It can be said that the 200 meters of dancing with the god of death is a thorough road to death. Only facts can answer the question of how many people can survive after rushing in.

The reality is that an infantry squad of more than ten people rushed into the barrage of artillery fire, and disappeared in less than ten seconds. Then another infantry squad, and another infantry squad, until the entire infantry company disappeared in the depths of the smoke.

No one knows whether they rushed through the nearly 200-meter-wide road of death alive or dead. The major battalion commander at the front could only look at the front in pain and roared at the top of his lungs: "2nd Company, come to me!"

After 2nd Company, there is 3rd Company...

Soldiers and officers, whether brave or afraid, must go.

Behind them is the supervision team.

The same loaded with guns and live ammunition.

After the military order, those who retreat will be killed! Those who do not go forward will be killed!

A second lieutenant platoon leader hesitated slightly. After two infantry squads under his command rushed into the smoke, he subconsciously shrank back, and was kicked out of the queue by the captain company commander with red eyes like a madman, who picked up the Mauser pistol and planned to execute him on the spot with a burst of bullets.

The second lieutenant knelt down and begged for meritorious service, and that he would die on the front line if he had to die.

The captain finally gave him a chance, and let him lead his last infantry squad into the smoke, and he himself followed closely with an infantry platoon.

In the end, the second lieutenant died bravely on the front line while making meritorious service, but his captain did not see it.

Going forward or retreating would mean death, so naturally no one wanted to die and be called a deserter.

The three infantry battalions of the 643rd Regiment deployed a total of 6 infantry companies with more than 1,000 people on this road that was almost certain to die.

After the war, the road, which was only 200 meters wide, was covered with broken limbs and bodies, and the blood burned into black and brown by the heat wave was like a base color for the oil painting of the ruins.

It is said that the Songjiang defenders mobilized nearly 2,000 people just to pick up the remains of these soldiers who had not even had time to fire a bullet.

The scene was like hell. Some people vomited while picking up the trash, and then cried, and then continued their work.

That scene traumatized many soldiers.

So much so that when they fought the Japanese army later, some people jumped off the city wall with explosives at the most critical moment. I'm afraid it was related to the extremely cruel battlefield.

My brothers were blown to pieces, so I'll go with them like this!

War takes away lives, but it destroys hearts.

Soldiers after the war could not suppress their tempers and could not help but fight with fists and feet. That was because their hearts were broken.

The few veterans who survived the war for several years, it was too few to say that they had experienced hundreds of battles. Their will could be called as strong as steel, but even such soldiers would still cry bitterly whenever they talked about the battle of crossing the artillery fire to support the city wall.

No one knew what the colonel who sent more than a thousand of his men to the road of death felt at the time, until after he died in battle, his guard squad leader saw a line of words in the blood-stained suicide note on his chest: "If I die in battle, please bury my body with the bodies of my brothers who died in the Battle of Songjiang. I will go to the underground to apologize to them. Also, don't engrave my name on the tombstone, let me be the same as them!"

The colonel has always been extremely painful for his decision. Perhaps dying here and being buried with his soldiers is the only way for him to relieve his pain.

But he must also be proud of his soldiers.

A brave heart cannot become a shield, but it can create miracles.

Six infantry companies, although only less than 200 people were able to break through the road of death, but these more than 100 people dealt a heavy blow to the Japanese army that was still "playing in the water".

The mud bound the footsteps of 300 Japanese infantrymen, including Shenwu Xidalang, and made the more than 300 Japanese soldiers who stayed on the bank of the moat stop moving forward.

But the support of the Chinese army arrived.

5 light machine guns, 160 rifles and 3 grenade launchers, for such a battlefield, are not fierce at all.

But for the Japanese army in the river, it is a catastrophe.

The Chinese soldiers who rushed into the artillery fire and rushed out of the artillery fire with the determination to die had long lost their fear of death. Even if the Japanese army's firepower cover was fierce enough, not only more than 30 heavy machine guns covered, but also countless grenade launchers and 6 infantry guns were ready. When they found that the Chinese army's firepower points were pushed open with blue bricks to reveal shooting holes, they fired wildly. The Chinese soldiers who entered the remaining fortifications on the wall also fought back without fear.

However, they did not fight back against those heavy machine guns and grenade launchers.

Their target was a large number of Japanese infantrymen who were passionately playing in the shallow water and mud.

That is the legend: you fight yours, I fight mine, I will kill this turtle grandson in front of me!

Typical turtle boxing routine.

The Japanese are crazy, but the Chinese are even crazier.

On the way to support, the casualties were 85%. Who wouldn't go crazy?

Crazy versus crazy, the unlucky ones were the Japanese infantry in the moat. They were the only ones who had no fortifications to protect them.

Hiding in the water? Don't be kidding! The green moat water is dirty but it can't be turned into sandbags.

The moat is only five or six meters away from the city wall. The Japanese are in the moat, and the distance is only 20 to 30 meters. Those with good eyesight can even see the desperate expressions on the faces of the Japanese infantry.

The mud made the Japanese soldiers, who usually have high individual quality, stagger like an eighty-year-old lady. For the 67 veterans who have fought many battles, this kind of shooting difficulty is much simpler than shooting dead targets on the training ground.

Not to mention for those officers who still have Mauser pistols, there is almost no need to aim. A volley of bullets can kill at least two people.

The mortars also began to show their power. After obtaining the flag coordinates from the artillery observation post, the 8 mortars of the 643rd Regiment fired at the Japanese infantry on the river bank.

The Japanese soldiers who did not receive the order to retreat could only lie helplessly in the mud and bear it hard, and they were blown to death while carrying it.

The engineers were still working hard in the war like hardworking little ants, and then they were hit by bullets or torn apart by artillery fire.

The two warring parties who did not choose to retreat at this moment were like a person who was beaten and bloody. After finally turning over, he turned around and gave a brick to the arrogant opponent, making the opponent cry for his parents.

In the evening of late autumn in Jiangnan, China, in the distance, the sky was filled with red clouds, and in the near distance, the broken city was filled with smoke, and the green water next to it was filled with dark red water...

If a painter could record this scene with a brush, it would definitely be a colorful landscape painting.

However, this is a painting full of the breath of death.

At least 300 Japanese soldiers painted this painting red with their blood.

Because the number of Japanese soldiers who eventually returned to the river bank could be counted on one hand.