Rise From Eight Hundred

Inside the city, there was a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Outside the city, guns and cannons roared.

A Japanese signalman hurried into the headquarters of the 11th Infantry Brigade, and the colonel commander of the 13th Infantry Regiment, who arrived at the city wall, reported the good news to the outside of the city.

"The Chinese are short of troops, and have sent civilians who are not wearing military uniforms to the battlefield. If this continues, our army will be able to break through the enemy's defense line before dark. At that time, the main force will continue to expand the depth of the occupied city, and at the same time, divide the troops to attack the flanks of the Chinese defense line in the two southwest cities."

"Very good! The 11th Infantry Brigade is worthy of being the leader of our 6th Division! Mr. Sakai has worked hard on weekdays." After listening to the signalman's oral statement, Tani Hisao finally showed a smile on his solemn face.

"I dare not, everything should be attributed to the personal guidance of the division commander!" Sakai Tokutaro also showed relief on his face, but his words were extremely cautious.

Not only because Tani Hisao was his immediate superior, he also knew that this former colleague from the Army University was suspicious, cold and fickle, and had a strong desire for power, so he should just listen to his compliments.

If he took it too seriously, he would really take it to heart.

It can only be said that Sakai Tokutaro is a cautious person to the core, and teaching students is still the most suitable job for him.

On the battlefield, a certain spirit of adventure is still needed.

"Let's go, Sakai-kun, the war is basically decided, you and I should breathe some fresh air, we have been here for a whole day, it's really too stuffy." Tani Hisao was in a good mood, and he didn't care about his subordinate's caution that made him unhappy, and called Sakai Tokutaro to go out.

"Your Excellency the Division Commander" Sakai Tokutaro hesitated to speak.

The cautious Japanese major general wanted to stop Tani Hisao's "immature" move. After all, it was wartime now, and it was only 600 meters away from Songjiang City. The Chinese might not be able to hit here with guns, but they also had cannons. Once the artillery fire covered, no matter you were a general or a lieutenant general, you would still die.

But Tani Hisao, who had been frustrated for a day, was in such a good mood because of this good news. His stopping would obviously ruin his boss's interest. After hesitation, he did not persuade him again and followed him out of the headquarters.

The two climbed out of the deep trench with the help of the soldiers.

In front of them was the scattered Songjiang city wall that had been destroyed by the war.

Standing in an open place to watch the battlefield and observing with a telescope in the narrow observation hole of the headquarters are two completely different mentalities.

At this time, Songjiang City was filled with smoke, and the smoke slightly enveloped the entire city. Under the reflection of the sunset, it looked even more charming from a distance.

Under the city, the earthy yellow corpses of the Japanese army were everywhere.

Because the battle was fierce, the Japanese army didn't even have time to collect the bodies, and the medical team only looked for those who were still breathing and sent them back to the rear for treatment. Those who died in the battle could only be left where they were.

Destruction and cruelty, intertwined together, actually formed a kind of incomplete beauty.

But for a general who is about to win, death is just the fate of a soldier, and victory is the merit he needs.

"Haha, how about it, Mr. Sakai, do you think this land that is about to be conquered by you and me is beautiful?" Tani Hisao pointed to Matsue Castle a hundred meters away with his fingers and said with a chuckle.

"The Chinese have a splendid civilization of thousands of years and a profound heritage that we cannot match. They should have been the overlord of this continent, but they gave up on their own. Since they don't want it, let me, the Great Empire of Japan, do it for them. Conquering North China and breaking through the southeast is only the first step of the empire."

The heroic spirit of pointing out the mountains and rivers, just at this time when the sunset is like a painting.

"Pah!" A gunshot instantly shattered the heroic spirit.

Tani Hisao's voice stopped abruptly!

"Baga! Where are the gunshots coming from?" Sakai Tokutaro tried to hide subconsciously, but found that his lieutenant general division commander was still standing tall. He realized in shame that this was the unique sound of the Type 38 rifle, and asked in anger.

The accompanying guards looked at each other. This is a battlefield, isn't it normal to have gunshots?

Before they set out to urge the soldiers of the brigade guard squadron in the trench below to track down the source of the gunshots, the guards saw the horror in the eyes of Major General Sakai Tokutaro.

Turning his head again, Tani Hisao, who had just stood in front of everyone and pointed out the situation, collapsed. Several guards rushed over to support Tani Hisao's somewhat short body, but found that his body was already limp and completely out of control.

His facial expression was normal, the corners of his mouth still kept the slight smile just now, his eyes were squinting, but on his forehead, a finger-sized blood hole was bleeding.

That was also the most energetic performance of the Japanese Army Lieutenant General at this time.

All the Japanese present, whether major generals or privates, were stunned.

With rich battlefield experience, they all knew that whether they believed it or not, the lieutenant general who was just directing the country was dead.

It was that shot just now that killed him!

That shot was too accurate.

It hit the forehead, and even the person who was shot didn't realize that he was dead.

"Baga! Call the military doctor!" Sakai Tokutaro, who woke up, shouted frantically. "Order the direct squadron to search the entire battlefield, find the attacker, and kill him, no, I want him alive. I want to know who is behind him, and immediately block the command center, and no one can leave before the investigation is clear."

Judging from logic, this is definitely a premeditated attack, and there may even be cooperation from insiders.

Otherwise, how could he find Lieutenant General Tani Hisao and kill him with one shot?

That's not the case. Sakai Tokutaro really finds it hard to believe that the Chinese alone can do this.

This is no longer a question of how accurate the Chinese's shooting is, but a question of how he determines the target.

As for whether the gunman is Chinese, he must be Chinese.

Otherwise, not only the Sixth Division, but also the Tenth Army may be in chaos.

That may involve the game between the top leaders. It would be strange if the Japanese major general was not sweating profusely when thinking of this.

At this moment, a living Chinese is far more important than a corpse.

Although he encountered such a big change, the brigade commander of the major general still kept a clear mind. Otherwise, the seemingly furious army major general would not hide his body quietly behind several guards.

The lurking Chinese gunman can kill a lieutenant general, and he definitely doesn't care about adding a major general to his prey list. Sakai Tokutaro knows it very well.

However, no matter how clear-headed this Japanese major general was, he would never have thought that it was not as complicated as he thought, but it was definitely fantastic enough. The one who sniped Tani Hisao was a Chinese elite special forces soldier from the future ninety years later.

Although Tang Dao could not be sure whether Tani Hisao would appear on this battlefield, he had read about this famous butcher who was disguised as a military academy instructor.

Tani Hisao came from the bottom of society, but he eventually became a lieutenant general in the army. His ability to endure was an important reason, but his extreme desire for victory was actually one of the reasons why his superiors kept promoting him.

For the war of aggression against China, he was a staunch supporter of the Japanese army.

How could such a person sit at the back and wait for the end of the war?

Tang Dao bet that he would definitely appear on the front line, so he took advantage of the night last night and left the city.

There was nothing else on the battlefield, but there would be no shortage of corpses.

Especially in the moat, there were hundreds of Japanese corpses, and a corpse with an unusually large body floating on the shore would not arouse anyone's suspicion.

In the daytime, the sound of gunfire and artillery roared on the battlefield, and a body covered in blood lying in a crater made the Japanese infantry who were only focused on attacking not even take a second look.

Even if there were Japanese medical soldiers constantly searching on the battlefield, a "corpse" like Tang Dao with intestines hanging on his body would not arouse their interest.

But no one saw that this body with a hideous appearance and a bad smell moved more than 300 meters towards the Japanese front-line headquarters on the battlefield during the day, and finally stopped at a distance of 400 meters.

When the Japanese army attacked the city wall in the afternoon, no one would notice that a corpse on the battlefield actually took out a monocular telescope from his arms and peeked over here.

The Japanese signal soldiers who kept running to the distance allowed Tang Dao to determine the location of the Japanese front-line headquarters.

However, after observing for more than four hours, Tang Dao did not find any target to wait for, and even a tough person like him was a little discouraged.

He was discouraged not because he had not achieved the merit of sniping a Japanese Army Lieutenant General, but because Tang Dao knew very well what the butcher had done in Jinling City.

It was under the instigation of the butcher that the beasts of the Sixth Division committed heinous crimes in Jinling City. In Xiaguan alone, they slaughtered nearly 50,000 people.

50,000 people! That is the number of nearly five infantry divisions in China. The bodies pushed into the surging Yangtze River even covered the river surface of more than 1,000 meters.

That was the most unbearable page in China's modern history.

Tang Dao in the past time and space had been to that city countless times, but he never dared to set foot in that memorial hall, even if it was just the gate.

He was afraid of facing those dead souls. As a soldier, he could not avenge them.

Fortunately, he came to this time and space, and he could finally face those wronged souls in the past time and space as a soldier.

So, he risked his life and death and lurked in this battlefield just to give the butcher a fatal blow.

Could it be that the trajectory of history is still so difficult to shake?

Several people walked out of the Japanese headquarters. In Tang Dao's telescope, the collar badges of two general stars shone brightly.

Type 38 rifles were almost readily available on this battlefield.

Tang Dao did not need too many bullets. For him, one bullet was enough for a distance of 400 meters!

So, Gu Shoufu died, and died cleanly.

There was no Gu the Butcher in this time and space.

However, the shot fired from the front also exposed Tang Dao's approximate position.

He was about to face the pursuit of a Japanese escort squadron of up to 200 people.

And here was a wilderness without any cover.