Rise From Eight Hundred

The Sixth Division did not have the opportunity to fish out the soldiers who died in the mud one by one for statistics.

The bullets turned them into a pile of rotten meat and soaked them in water. Not to mention the taste, the shape of the puff puffs was enough to make people sick.

The Japanese commanders were "humane" this time and allowed their unfortunate compatriots to become fertile mud in the moat of Songjiang City.

It is said that ten years later, the farmland built with mud dredged from the moat of Songjiang City would have a bumper harvest.

The Sixth Division finally recorded in the battle report based on the number of people alive at the end that 306 people were missing in the battle to capture Songjiang at 5 pm on November 7.

That means that in just the first wave, the Japanese soldiers who died in the moat were as high as one and a half infantry squadrons. If you add the unfortunate children who crawled in the mud and were bombarded continuously by Chinese mortars, at least two infantry squadrons were lost.

As soon as Lieutenant General Tani Hisao drew his sword from the sheath, it was smashed in the face by a Chinese club. It would be strange if Tani Hisao, who was watching the battle from afar, had a good look on his face.

Even Tanabe Moritake didn't dare to take his eyes off the high-powered telescope for a moment. It was not because the anxious battlefield was so attractive to him at this time, but because he was afraid of seeing Lieutenant General Tani Hisao's face, which must be green.

Then how should he comfort him?

He said, you have more than 20,000 troops, what's so annoying about the death of these useless people?

Tani Hisao actually maintained this posture for a long time.

Perhaps, it was not only embarrassing and angry, but also his head was buzzing. Where was the sword?

The two Japanese army generals could only tacitly press the high-powered telescopes on their eye sockets and no longer communicate until the whole battlefield ended.

As for Major Shenwu Yu, who was highly expected by Tani Hisao but led his men into a quagmire and became a living target for the Chinese, Tani Hisao had no chance to give him medicine, because Major Shenwu Yu became the first major-level commander of the 6th Division to die in the battle under Matsue City, and the third of the 100,000-man army of the 10th Army on November 7.

At least our Kunisaki Detachment was not the worst batch. Major General Kunisaki Zheng, who received the battle report from Dongcheng District, sighed privately in a dark way.

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However, Tani Hisao on the battlefield had made up his mind to attack the city. How could he stop the attack because of the setback of hundreds of casualties?

Moreover, based on the strength of the counterattack of the Chinese soldiers on the city wall, Tani Hisao, who kept listening to the reports from the front, judged that the extended artillery bombardment of the artillery regiment had worked, otherwise the Chinese would never have invested less than two infantry companies on such a long line of defense.

If the east is not bright, the west may be bright. The artillery may have a greater harvest, so he ordered the artillery regiment to continue the bombardment, and even judged the situation and sent a telegram to the Sixth Heavy Artillery Brigade to borrow two 120mm cannons according to the characteristics of the fortifications inside the city wall.

To be honest, when Tani Hisao ordered to continue the artillery blockade and continuously increase the front line to cover the engineers who continued to throw sandbags in an attempt to build a road in the moat that was enough for infantry to pass, Tang Dao, who arrived in Xicheng from Dongcheng District to watch the battle, couldn't help but frown.

Tani Hisao was able to become the commander of the so-called "strongest division on the surface" and it was not just bragging. His move of using artillery blockade really hit the weak spot of the defenders.

If Tang Dao was given a month, he would definitely learn the tricks of the Chinese soldiers in Wusheng Mountain to deal with American cowboys, hollowing out the entire city underground and building underground tunnels. Not to mention that the Tenth Army only had one heavy artillery brigade, if they were given two more, Songjiang would also make 100,000 Japanese troops hit their heads and bleed without making an inch of progress.

Unfortunately, the Japanese army was not so tolerant and would wait until you built fortifications before attacking.

It was the limit of the Songjiang defenders to use nearly 40,000 people in one day and one night to build trenches of more than ten kilometers in the city to provide the most basic protection for the soldiers.

After destroying part of the trenches with heavy artillery and then using small-caliber artillery to block the area, the 643rd Regiment had to desperately transport troops to the front line under the artillery fire. Even the commander in the rear did not know how many troops the 6 infantry companies could actually reach the front line.

Because the telephone lines used to connect to the front line had all been blown up, even the artillery observation post had to use flag signals to transmit coordinate information to the rear. For this reason, the mortar battalion of the 643rd Regiment had lost four artillery observation posts.

And hearing the fierce gunfire coming from not far away, even if he didn't see it, Tang Dao knew that the Japanese army was still attacking crazily.

In the telescope, apart from the smoke, there was only the vaguely visible broken city wall, and the situation on the battlefield could not be seen at all.

As for Tang Dao, who arrived at Dongcheng District through the trenches, he didn't come here to frown and be in a daze. The only person who attracted him here was the famous butcher lieutenant general who might be opposite him.

The colonel of the 643rd Regiment over there was already red-eyed, and was regrouping his troops. It seemed that he would continue to invest in the infantry company to venture into the barrage area.

Tang Dao sighed in his heart. This colonel was brave, but he was a little bit less calculated. There were only more than 2,000 people in his infantry regiment, and more than 1,000 people had been filled in. The casualties and the front-line situation were still unknown. If the old capital was thrown in like this, it might not take too long before another infantry regiment that served as their reserve team would be needed to go to the battlefield.

However, this was only the first day of the Songjiang Battle. The loss was so great. How long could they last if they continued to fight like this?

The position was important, and protecting the living force was equally important.

The most important thing to do now is not to fight the Japanese artillery fire with all your courage, but to send officers of sufficient level to observe the battlefield situation and give suggestions to the commanders in the rear, and make new tactical adjustments according to the actual situation.

However, Tang Dao did not rush to persuade him.

As a middle- and senior-level officer, the big man from the Northeast, who Tang Dao was not very familiar with, naturally had his own pride, otherwise he would not be on the front line to continuously send troops to the death front. For every commander, it is an extremely difficult decision to make.

Even more difficult than deciding to rush into the death barrage.

Tang Dao was even sure that the army colonel with a dark face and a completely hoarse voice after unbuttoning his discipline button should rush to the front line with his infantry company soon.

After thinking for a moment, he called his communication soldier Xia Dayu, took out a pen and paper from his bag, wrote a short message and put it in his bag, and then carefully told him a few words.

"Captain, please go and come back soon, or I will have a hard time explaining to Deputy Captain Zhuang and the others." Xia Dayu's eyes showed worry, but he was rarely as fragile as the boy, and tried his best to stop Tang Dao from going to such a dangerous situation.

Yes, Tang Dao decided to go to the front line of the city wall, both to observe the battle situation and for the East City battlefield he wanted to observe.

And the boy who had experienced a life-and-death farewell had grown up quietly and was no longer as fragile as he was half a day ago.

Of course, it is also possible that the boy has not yet developed the same dependence on Tang Dao as he did on Crow, even though Tang Dao stroked his bald head in front of Crow's spirit and said to him: "Come with me, you will become a man like your Uncle Crow."

"Don't worry, I will come back!" Tang Dao patted his little signalman's shoulder and smiled.

The confidence of the strongest individual soldier in China infected Xia Dayu, and the boy nodded fiercely: "Captain, I will wait for you here, and I will not go anywhere."

Tang Dao still carried the Mosin-Ganna rifle he asked from Lieutenant General Wu, and turned and left.

The soldiers of the 643rd Regiment were still hiding in the trenches, looking at the barrage of bullets that kept exploding dozens of meters away, and their scalps were numb. Tang Dao, carrying a rifle, walked past them, and then jumped out of the trench.

Who is that? What does he want to do?

The soldiers were stunned, watching the figure start at high speed like a cheetah hunting, and continued to accelerate, rushing into the barrage of bullets...

The smoke completely obscured his figure, and no one knew whether he could still run wildly in the barrage of bullets as before.

All those who witnessed this only knew that he rushed into death at an unimaginable speed.

"That's our battalion commander, Lieutenant Colonel Tang Dao, the commander of the security battalion!" The boy answered with great pride in the surprised gaze of a group of big men.