Rise From Eight Hundred

No one knew where Tang Dao had gone. In fact, not even the two commanders of Songjiang, not to mention the little signal soldier Xia Dayu, didn't know.

They only received a separate combat request from Tang Dao. There was no combat target and no combat location. Naturally, this was a combat request that would not be approved.

However, they were finally convinced by Tang Dao's last words on the phone: "Please trust me, sir!"

Tang Dao's figure finally disappeared in the city wall fortifications that were once again occupied by Chinese soldiers in the East City.

Tang Dao left, and the command of the garrison battalion was handed over to Hao Shouzhi, the first deputy battalion commander of the garrison battalion.

Although the former commander of the first battalion of the 644th Regiment of the 67th Army was credited with meritorious service in the Cangcheng battle, his rank was not promoted but instead he was demoted from the commander of a main infantry battalion to the deputy battalion commander. A mid-level officer with a military background, he has extremely extraordinary wisdom.

He didn't complain at all, he was extremely dedicated to setting up a security battalion, and he was not lenient at all in poaching the old troops. In addition, his performance in the battle of Cangcheng was also remarkable.

For this reason, before deciding on the core structure of the guard camp, Tang Dao took the time to have a heart-to-heart talk with him.

The three deputy battalion commanders and infantry company commanders under him were all former major battalion commanders, who were considered core figures in the infantry regiment, but now they have become subordinates to him, the lieutenant colonel battalion commander. He must understand their thought.

If you have the intention of being inferior to others, it is better to leave as soon as possible.

The answer of the major deputy battalion commander was quite unexpected by Tang Dao.

"Sir, do you know why I want to join the army?" The middle-aged man, who was not burly and had an obvious scar on his face, suddenly asked Tang Dao.

"Because, in this troubled world, only those who serve as soldiers can get ahead as quickly as possible." Guo Shouzhi lit a cigarette to himself, and the blue smoke covered his eyes. "I want my mother to live a good life, let others envy her for giving birth to a good son, and let that man know that his choice was wrong."

Touching the scar on his face, his eyes became fierce: "This scar was not left by an enemy, but by the man who others called my father.

I swore that I would become a general, put on a general's uniform, ride home on a tall horse, and let the man kneel down to welcome my mother into the gate. Although I didn't want to enter that gate at all, I knew that my mother would think. "

Slowly turned his attention to Tang Dao: "So, I worked hard in the army. Every time there was a war, I had to take the lead, but it was still too slow. After so many years, I was just a battalion commander, but my mother was already old and could no longer Wait ten years.

But sir, you know what? When you asked the headquarters to fire on me in front of me and on the phone, my whole body seemed to be lit up.

If you and I don't die in this battle, I will definitely follow you, because only a commander like you can lead me to realize my wish. "

He has no big dream of protecting his family and the country. The major and deputy battalion commander's obsession is just to return home in fine clothes and earn some face for his mother.

Such people are very real.

Tang Dao smiled, stretched out his hand, and held the two men's hands together.

No matter what this army major wants, as long as he fights the Japanese invaders, he is the soldier Tang Dao needs. Tang Dao didn't know if he could satisfy his ambition, but Tang Dao knew that it would be done with the Japs' heads as merit, and that would be enough.

The major, who had gained Tang Dao's trust, was forming his team in an open space in Songjiang City.

At this time, it was already about 1 o'clock in the morning.

More than five hours had passed since the fierce battle outside Songjiang City, and the already hazy sky was now even more invisible.

Although Songjiang City has implemented a light control and strictly lit bonfires in all positions to keep warm in order to prevent Japanese shelling, several bonfires were still lit around this open space.

Because there are four infantry companies with nearly 600 people in the team.

The three infantry companies of the garrison battalion plus the guard company, except for the fire support company, all other capable soldiers are here.

In the absence of Tang Dao, Guo Shouzhi, who took over the command of the garrison battalion, became the top officer.

Standing in the front row was Peng Chong's guard company.

Some people have a machine gun hanging around their necks, four imitation German long-handled grenades in the grenade pouches on their chests and backs, and six more in the armed belts tied to their chests. There are four magazines on the chest, one on the left and one on the left. There is also one inserted in the flower mechanism. Each person has seven magazines, and it is also the 32-round long magazine that the Chinese like most. Just the bullets, everyone is equipped with them. Almost 220 rounds.

Others, although not equipped with flower traps, still had shell guns hanging on their waists, and they also carried at least 8 long-handled grenades and hanging magazines.

In addition to guns and ammunition, these soldiers equipped with short guns, without exception, all carried a machete behind their backs.

This is the rhythm of being armed to the teeth with all the hot and cold weapons in place.

There are also soldiers carrying medium-sized formal rifles and Liao-made Type 13 rifles. Compared with their colleagues equipped with submachine guns and shell guns, they are dressed more like infantrymen. Bayonets have been installed on the muzzles, and they each carry 6 rifles. grenades.

The other three infantry companies followed closely behind the guard company, all holding the weapons and equipment assigned in the afternoon.

The soldiers all stood with their heads held high, not only because this was the first battle of their garrison battalion, but also because Songjiang deputy commander-in-chief Guo Junzuo was coming to march for them just now.

A few minutes after the queue was organized, the Army Lieutenant General arrived accompanied by several people.

Guo Shouzhi, who was the top officer of the guard camp at this time, hurriedly ran forward and stood at attention to salute. The Army Lieutenant General raised his hand to return the salute and stood in front of the entire army.

Perhaps because he was still on the battlefield, Lieutenant General Guo's voice was much deeper, but it was enough to carry a low roar into everyone's ears: "Brothers, I think you must be wondering why your garrison battalion was established in the first battle. , your new battalion commander Tang Dao is not here.

Let me explain to you first that he went on a secret mission that was even more dangerous than the battle we were about to engage in. "

The serious expressions of the soldiers remained unchanged, and they finally felt much relieved.

As a battalion commander, not being present when the garrison battalion is about to face its first battle since its establishment always makes people feel a little suspicious. When the second person from Songjiang City said this, everyone understood.

"Don't think that since Battalion Commander Tang Dao is not here, he is not with you. This night attack was exactly his handiwork. In his original words, the book of war says: If we can't recover with our troops, then we will break through again." This iron rule, the more the Japanese feel that we don't do it, the more we do it again and again, tirelessly, until they feel that they are retarded. When they have this awareness, then we will do it. You can stop now!" The Army Lieutenant General read the exact words Tang Dao gave him on the phone in front of the soldiers, verbatim.

"Boom!" The soldiers couldn't help laughing.

This is very Tang Dao.

Laughter also relieves the tension of going into battle to a certain extent.

The lieutenant general pressed his hand down weakly: "Brothers, it's better to be quiet. Don't wake up those gangsters before the fight starts. Then we will become idiots first."

It turns out that all high-ranking generals are so interesting! The soldiers grinned even wider, trying their best to suppress their laughter.

"Okay, I won't say much else to encourage you. Your garrison battalion is the elite of our Songjiang army. There is the 67th Army that fought fiercely with the Japanese on the North China battlefield for two months, and the 43rd Army that stood firm for seven days and nights on the Songhu battlefield. , and the Songjiang Security Group who just blasted the Japanese troops outside the West City. You know better than me, a lieutenant general, how to defeat them.

I only have one request, and I don’t ask for any positions to be conquered. I just want to rush into the enemy positions and kill their idiots. Just kill one of them when you see them, or kill a pair of them when you see them. "

"Yes!" Guo Shouzhi and all the school officials standing in the front row stood at attention and responded in a low voice.

The Army Lieutenant General then patted his head again: "However, I want to remind you melon boys one thing. When you receive the signal to retreat, come back to me immediately. There are many battles. If you are bombarded by the little devils, When you get to the Lord of Hell, don't scold me for not caring about you. Remember this! It's dark and you can't tell the difference between us and the enemy. I'm a sage, so I'll kill you, you idiot!"

The soldiers were happy again.

But don't tell me, the Japanese can't learn this Sichuan accent, even our own people have a little trouble saying it.

"Sir, I'm from Songjiang. What should I do if I don't speak Sichuan dialect?" A soldier boldly asked.

"Then just say it in Songjiang dialect for everyone to hear."...

China's territory is too large, and the southeast and southwest dialects do have dimensional walls. It is not only difficult for Wu Nong from Jiangnan to translate "I'm an immortal Banban" in soft language, but the intonation is also wrong.

Not to mention that the army lieutenant general amused the soldiers to death by learning Jiangnan dialect with a strong Sichuan accent. Even he himself felt as if he was missing the soul of swearing in Sichuan dialect.

"Okay, no matter if you speak Songjiang dialect, Sichuan dialect, or Northeastern dialect, if you don't speak Japanese, I don't believe the Japanese can learn Chinese from me. Their accents just don't sound right to me." The Army Lieutenant General, who had not learned it after studying for a long time, smiled and said.

The soldiers nodded one after another, there was nothing wrong with this.

Of course, besides password recognition, the most important thing is clothing.

Just like the last night attack led by Tang Dao himself, each soldier had a bright white towel wrapped around his arm. This was the most important basis for distinguishing ourselves from the enemy in the dark night. Whether it was khaki or dark blue, in It's basically the same at night when you can't see anything. You can only distinguish it by the white that can be seen in the occasional flash of light.

Password, when the soldiers are fighting on the line of life and death, is there still time to shout?

In addition to the fire support company staying behind this time, the security battalion's three infantry companies and the security company were dispatched together. The tactical target was still the neighborhoods outside the West City.

If you want to last longer, you can only do your best to kill a large number of Japanese troops before they pay too much attention to the Songjiang defenders.

Tang Dao moved the previously repeated artillery bombardment tactics to the night attack battle, and used the second tactics again, which frightened both commanders.

But it was still approved in the end.

The mediocre tactics cannot guarantee that they can survive for three days and nights under the siege of a hundred thousand troops. The tactics of 'surprise and attack the unprepared' can only be put on the stage of war even if it dances on the tip of a knife.

The lieutenant general did not send them out of the city wall, but just watched from the spot as these soldiers who were still laughing before quietly disappeared into the darkness one by one...

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