Rise From Eight Hundred

Originally, when the Tang sword covered with gunpowder rushed into the fortifications without caring about life and death in the artillery fire, Mo Songzi thought that this awesome lieutenant colonel who was already famous in the entire Songjiang army would bring good news.

As a result, the Japanese artillery fire was still fierce, and the rear troops suffered too much loss. In the short term, they still had to rely on the personnel and firepower points on the current position for support.

That's fine. The soldiers who had not waited for more than 20 minutes for the rear reinforcements had already realized this.

Mo Songzi actually looked forward to whether this awesome lieutenant colonel could make stronger tactical adjustments for the front line. With an excellent and brilliant commander, the brothers on the front line obviously have a greater chance of survival.

However, this man had been lying on the side of the observation hole with a telescope for a long time, and he had never come up with a useful suggestion.

But as the highest-ranking officer on the wall, the army captain who came to the fortifications to report the urgent battle situation to Tang Dao twice only got two words from Tang Dao in response: "Persist!"

Not to mention that the army captain was almost desperate and would never come to the machine gun fire point fortifications again, even Mo Songzi was extremely disappointed.

Even Lieutenant Colonel Tang, who was said to be extremely accurate in his pistol skills, did not use the rifle with a scope installed beside him.

He just kept peeking at the entire battlefield.

In the somewhat disappointed eyes of Mo Songzi and the other soldiers, he was like a lonely wolf looking for food.

No one knew what he wanted to do, just like the Chinese soldiers who were blocked by artillery fire looked at Tang Dao's back, and no one knew why he had to rush into the barrage of bullets with a very low chance of survival.

No one understood Tang Dao's sudden ferocity, and no one understood his silence now.

Whether as a commander or as the strongest soldier, the Tang sword did not show any of its power on this battlefield, just like a sword covered by dust, without any brilliance.

But the brutal battle continued, and Chinese soldiers in the wall fortifications continued to sacrifice.

The original five light machine guns, under the desperate bombardment of Japanese infantry guns and grenade launchers, have now all turned into scattered parts. The original five groups of light machine gun shooters have long been killed or wounded, and the machine gun shooters who replaced them have been replaced twice until they were completely blown up together with the light machine guns.

This is the most effective firepower point to suppress Japanese infantry and engineers besides the four heavy machine guns with limited firing range. With their complete destruction, the Japanese engineers who lost the suppression became more active.

Visible to the naked eye, a road for infantry to trample is extending through the moat to the city wall.

The Japanese infantry was even bolder, and even dared to aim at the city wall in a half-kneeling posture. With the light and heavy machine guns spewing flames, the fierce rain of bullets made the Chinese infantry on the wall dare not raise their heads.

Even if the hot bullet stream did not hit anyone, the whistling sound of the air friction and the muffled sound of hitting the sandbags were intertwined, making people feel that they would be torn to pieces by the bullet stream in the next moment.

In the original words of the soldiers who survived this battle: If they knew that they would have to go through such a rain of bullets to rush through the Japanese artillery blockade, they would not have slipped and died there, at least they would have died quickly.

Not to mention the soldiers on the wall, even the Tang Dao hiding in the inner fortifications of the city wall did not dare to swagger and put the telescope in front of the observation hole. The deep scratch on his helmet was the masterpiece of a bullet flying in from the observation hole.

Speaking of this, Mo Songzi admired Tang Dao very much. If it were anyone, facing this kind of experience where a bullet could penetrate a helmet with a distance of only one centimeter, how could they not break out in a cold sweat and feel scared? As a result, this man was brave enough, without blinking, and continued to observe the battlefield dominated by the Japanese army.

At this time, the Japanese 89 tanks finally appeared.

However, perhaps the Japanese army had already known that there were machine guns and 37mm rapid-fire guns hidden deep inside the city wall, so they stayed about 600 meters away and fired at the top of the city with 57mm tank guns.

The three rapid-fire guns that had been holding back for a long time finally got the opportunity to show their skills, but the rising smoke made the vision extremely poor, and the long enough distance made the three rapid-fire guns fire several shots, but they did not hit the four 89 tanks that were constantly cruising in the wilderness.

Not to mention the Oerlikon machine gun. Unless it approaches 500 meters, the Oerlikon machine gun, which has slightly less kinetic energy than the Suraton machine gun, cannot effectively penetrate the front armor of the 89 tank.

However, we can't stop shooting just because we can't penetrate it. Just like this war, there is a high probability that we can't beat the Japanese. Then, should we just surrender? Of course it's impossible.

"Sergeant, I advise you not to waste ammunition, or in other words, don't expose yourself easily." Tang Dao turned his head and looked at Mo Songzi who was about to sit back in the machine gun seat. "The Japanese are locating several of our heavy firepower points. They have new weapons."

"Also, if I guess correctly, it won't take too long before the Japanese artillery fire used for blockade will extend to the rear, and people can come from the rear." Tang Dao raised his gun.

Can our people come up? Mo Songzi didn't believe his ears. This was the first time Tang Dao made a judgment on the battle situation after arriving at the front line, and this judgment was also what Mo Songzi expected most.

The artillery fire extended further, which meant that there was no death zone, and the rear could send troops. More brothers arrived here and they could hold this line of defense, Mo Songzi was sure.

However, the next moment, Mo Songzi was stunned.

"Call your brothers, carry your equipment, and be ready to leave here with me at any time." Tang Dao continued.

Is this to escape? Mo Songzi's head was buzzing, and it seemed that something was broken deep in his heart.

To use the popular language of the future to organize Sergeant Mo Songzi's state of mind at this time is: the idol he once worshipped collapsed.

"Sir, the military order we received is to fight to the death and not retreat. Those who retreat will be killed!" Mo Songzi's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he stared at Tang Dao fiercely.

Like an angry bull, he was just about to spit out a thick breath from his nostrils.

Looking at Mo Songzi's appearance, calling him "sir" probably means that Tang Dao has not left yet. If Tang Dao leaves this fortification half a step, a shot may be waiting for a certain commander.

Looking at the sergeant in front of him who was very serious about telling him the military order, Tang Dao grinned and showed his white teeth.

He likes such soldiers. He is right, because this is a military order.

Patting Mo Songzi on the shoulder, Tang Dao also explained seriously to the sergeant squad leader who was not sure how many ranks lower than him: "Water has no constant shape, soldiers have no constant situation, tactics will be adjusted according to different battle situations, sometimes retreat is not necessarily cowardly, perhaps for a better attack. Believe me, sergeant, the communications soldiers of the rear command will send the latest military orders, you are just ready to retreat now."

Mo Songzi, who was almost losing patience with Tang Dao, wanted to say: I don't believe you!

But for some reason, the frankness in Tang Dao's eyes made him swallow the words back, and he subconsciously waved his hand to let the soldiers pack up their equipment.

At that moment, Mo Songzi was actually very ashamed. Wasn't Tang Dao, the former idol, broken? Why did he still subconsciously listen to his command?

Perhaps, this is the legendary personality charm!

Facts have proved that Mo Songzi's intuition is not wrong, the idol is still the idol, and Tang Dao's judgment is amazingly accurate.

As he expected, four Japanese tanks appeared on the battlefield, not to provide cover for the Japanese infantry, but they were just baits released by the Japanese army, so that the rear artillery observation post could locate the heavy firepower points of the Chinese defenders that could threaten the tanks.

Because they came with two big guys.

The 120mm cannon, modified from the Japanese Navy's 120mm naval gun, has a range of up to 23,000 meters. After being equipped with armor-piercing shells, its terrible armor-piercing ability can easily penetrate a heavy tank at a distance of 2,000 meters.

The walls of Songjiang are very thick. After the careful design of Tang Dao, the firepower points are also hidden behind more than 1 meter thick soil and wall bricks, and even 10mm thick steel plates and logs are installed. Even if the 70mm infantry guns and 37mm rapid-fire guns equipped by the Japanese infantry regiment hit the wall, they can only scratch the surface and leave a pit on the thick wall, unless they can hit it continuously and accurately.

But the 120mm cannon is different.

Tang Dao had previously encountered a 120mm cannon attack at the Sihang Warehouse. The terrifying large-caliber direct-fire cannon only used one shot to penetrate the 0.7-meter-thick reinforced concrete wall. The strength of the brick-soil mixed fortifications of the Songjiang City Wall is naturally not comparable to that of reinforced concrete.

Fortunately, Tang Dao had a 10-minute advance warning. Although the only remaining 643rd Regiment Army Captain on the battlefield had the same doubts as Mo Songzi, the reputation of the famous Sihang Battalion and the Guard Battalion Dual Battalion Commander still prevailed.

The three rapid-fire cannons, which had fired more than a dozen shots in a row and completely exposed their positions, retreated to the retreat trenches specially dug behind the city wall.

The two 120mm cannons of the Japanese army fired, although they were not so accurate that they directly hit the fortifications, but the accuracy of the error was no more than ten meters, and several large holes more than one meter deep were still blown out of the wall. Two of the carefully constructed fortifications were directly collapsed.

If these artillery and artillerymen were not withdrawn, the only outcome waiting for them would be death.

That's not all. The Japanese artillery blockade that Tang Dao mentioned did become sparse, but it did not stop, but extended further.

Because their infantry began to prepare for the charge.

Everything was predicted by Tang Dao. Tang Dao was still the awesome commander of the Fourth Battalion. Nothing had changed.

So, when Tang Dao fired the green signal flare, all the frontline defenders were prepared to evacuate in batches before the signal soldiers of the rear command arrived. No one objected.

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