Rise From Eight Hundred

Yes, although the lieutenant general division commander was killed, there was still a major general brigade commander in charge, and the panicked Japanese army quickly calmed down.

An infantry squad tightly surrounded the entire command center, and Sakai Tokutaro, who hid in the trench, personally interrogated the staff officers in the command center. Everyone had to accurately recall what they were doing in a certain period of time.

Obviously, it was useless.

But for the cautious army major general, that was more important than the extremely fierce battlefield in the city. If he didn't do this, his position as an army major general would be over.

The other three infantry squads of 150 Japanese soldiers rushed to the wide wilderness in front of them in small teams with murderous intent.

According to the ballistic analysis of the bullet in the forehead of Tani Hisao facing Matsue City, the gunman who killed him must have been lurking in the wilderness as wide as a kilometer.

As for how this gunman lurked in it without being discovered, the Japanese were not stupid and quickly figured out the reason.

The corpses were only the hundreds of corpses that were still left on the front line when the city was attacked in the early morning.

The gunman must be mixed in, and each corpse is a key suspect.

The distance will not be too far, otherwise, no one in this world can accurately hit the forehead with an ordinary Type 38 rifle at a long distance.

Knowing that there is a sharpshooter in the East City, almost no one in the Pig Nose Squad can survive. Even if they survive, they are seriously injured. They are still struggling for their lives in the field hospital. How can they think of reporting to their superiors that there is a terrible sharpshooter in Songjiang City?

In fact, even if it is reported, it will not cause much response. In such a battlefield where both sides have invested tens of thousands of people, let alone a sharpshooter, what can a super gunner do?

The battle of the army depends on the whole, the team! It depends on which side can bear more casualties, and it tests the will and tenacity of the officers and soldiers as a whole. Those who can persist to the end under huge losses are the final winners.

No one can change the entire battle situation by himself, not even the generals.

Yes, the Japanese army's point of view is very competitive. The little butterfly from the future can't do that either. He can't change the situation, but he can make the battlefield look different from what it should be.

The Songjiang defenders still suffered heavy casualties this time, but before that, the Japanese Tenth Army, which had held its head high, was also beaten up.

The Tenth Army, which had aircraft and artillery and far more troops than the Songjiang defenders, did not have an overwhelming advantage this time, but was forced to engage in a meat grinder-style urban offensive and defensive war.

The Japanese army did not try to send a baggage unit from the road that had been destroyed by explosives several kilometers away from Songjiang City to Kunshan when the battle between the two sides was the most intense.

But the cavalry unit that was sent out as eyes quickly reported the Japanese army's intention to Songjiang. The 75 mountain artillery with a range of up to 6,000 meters used a row of shells to blow a Japanese baggage squadron into blood and flesh.

The Tenth Army completely extinguished the idea of ​​going south to Kunshan without a head-on confrontation with Songjiang.

As long as they want to copy the flanks of the Chinese army in the west of Shanghai, they must crack the hard nut of Songjiang.

It was because the Japanese army judged the gunman according to the routine that the Japanese army, which was rushing to the wilderness to search, focused on the area 200 meters away from the headquarters. This was also Tang Dao's only chance of survival.

Because it was getting dark.

Otherwise, even if Tang Dao had three heads and six arms, he would not be able to compete with more than a hundred fully armed Japanese soldiers in such a wilderness with almost no cover.

In fact, there were Japanese soldiers who found Tang Dao. After Tang Dao fired, a Japanese soldier looked at Tang Dao in horror.

Because it was too close, so close that he could see the cold eyes Tang Dao cast at him.

That was the Japanese signalman who had just delivered the message of the colonel commander on the front line to the headquarters.

The conscientious signalman returned to the team immediately after the report. In Tani Hisao's vision of conquering the beautiful land in front of him, perhaps there should be the back of this running Japanese signalman.

Look, how agile the posture of the imperial signalman is! This may be one of the reasons why the Japanese Army Lieutenant General was so proud.

Unfortunately, the signalman was too agile. In just two minutes, he ran 400 meters and was only more than 10 meters away from where Tang Dao was hiding.

So, when Tang Dao fired, he turned his head and looked at the hideous corpse lying in the crater.

He seemed to remember that when he passed by this place ten minutes ago, the "corpse" exuded a strong stench. If it was not late autumn now, he believed that it must be crawling with mosquitoes and flies. For this reason, he even walked a few meters to the side in disgust.

But now, the "corpse" not only fired forward, but also looked him in the eye.

Is the "corpse" dead or alive? What did he want to do by firing? Who is he? The stunned Japanese signalman had all questions in his mind, and he didn't even have time to think that it was a Chinese problem.

Then, he didn't have to work so hard.

A Type 38 bayonet appeared in front of him, breaking through the void. The excellent steel made it easy for the tip of the knife to break through the hard skull.

It was as if the Type 38 bayonet was born on his forehead. The nearly 40-centimeter blade penetrated the signalman's head for at least 15 centimeters. The cold blade cut the nerves, messed up the brain, and pierced the brain stem into strings.

The signalman fell over, but he did not die immediately. A creepy "cluck" sound came out of his throat, and his hands and feet were stretched straight and trembling, like a frog that had its head cut off and skinned. Until dozens of seconds later, everything returned to silence.

But no one saw all this.

The attention of all the people at the headquarters was attracted by the army lieutenant general who suddenly had an eye on his forehead. No one knew that there was a signalman who was buried alive 400 meters away.

Tang Dao was like a big gecko that found food, crawling along the ground towards the dead Japanese signalman.

His smelly disguise covered with blood and internal organs needed a new successor, and this corpse was the perfect fit.

Tang Dao, who changed into the signalman's clothes, did not foolishly get up and run towards the city as a signalman. Not to mention that the signalman, who was no more than 1.6 meters tall, was almost exposed to his belly button because his clothes were not well-fitting. Anyone who was not a fool would have a problem at first glance. The Japanese army that had already swarmed into the wilderness would never let go of any living thing in the wilderness.

All Tang Dao needed was time.

Placing the Type 38 rifle next to the camouflaged corpse crawling in the crater, Tang Dao and his slow speed left the area.

Twenty minutes later, after searching all areas within a 200-meter radius, the Japanese army could only expand the search range to the moat.

In the dim night, a "corpse" with a Type 38 rifle and crawling attracted the attention of the Japanese search team. Five or six Japanese soldiers approached the corpse cautiously and first fired two shots at the corpse's legs to confirm that it was a dead body. Although this was disrespectful to the remains of their colleagues, it was the only way to ensure their own safety.

Then, a soldier boldly used a bayonet to open the corpse that was full of strong corpse odor and hanging with internal organs, which should have died in the morning's shelling.

Several other Japanese soldiers all crawled on the ground.

Although it was a wrong target, it was a death order from the squadron leader to check every corpse. What if the enemy was hiding under the corpse?

The reason for being so cautious was that the lurking gunman was too cunning and cruel. He actually used the grenades still hanging on the corpses on the battlefield to make bombs, and the search team that was hit lost more than ten people.

Otherwise, the search speed would not be so slow.

However, even the most cunning fox could only despair in front of the big net woven by the hunters. The battlefield was wide enough, but the distance between the nine teams was no more than 100 meters. It was like a comb combing the battlefield, and no one could escape.

Moreover, several consecutive man-made bombs proved that the enemy was in an area about 300 meters away from the headquarters. Although the distance was still a bit far, it was also in line with the norm. At least four teams focused on searching in that area.

The corpse was still a corpse. Nothing happened. Several Japanese soldiers left cursing and went to the next search location.

The strong stench made them ignore the hardness of the corpse. The bayonet could not replace the human hand.

A few minutes later, a tall figure emerged from the soft soil of the unnoticed crater, quickly stripped the corpse of its stinky military uniform and put it on again, and stuffed the corpse into the cave where he was hiding.

That was a simple single-soldier shelter that Tang Dao spent half an afternoon digging. The excess soil was evenly spread at the bottom of the crater. If there was no cover of the night, and the Japanese army was not paying all their attention to the bloody corpse, they might have found something unusual.

But there is no if. They are not detectives investigating the crime scene, and their superiors did not give them enough time.

The several booby traps more than 100 meters away were naturally Tang Dao's masterpiece. They did not have much lethality, but they were enough to guide the searching Japanese army in the wrong direction.

The Japanese army, who searched back and forth at least three times, never dreamed that the target they had been searching for for two hours was the corpse that made them feel disgusted and was lying on their backs facing the night sky.

No one was willing to use a ruler to measure the length of a corpse that exuded a strong stench.

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