Rise From Eight Hundred

Veteran Pang Dahai's excellent spatial imagination and familiarity with the terrain of the Dongcheng battlefield allowed him to calculate the most accurate artillery coordinates.

The artillery error around the coordinates of the signal flares fired by Tang Dao would never exceed 20 meters, so the first unlucky person was the Japanese shooter crawling behind the sandbag fortifications on the wall.

The first mortar shell that fell from the sky exploded less than 3 meters behind him.

Another Japanese soldier was a little further away and was not injured by the shell, but the threat of the shell made him instinctively make a judgment and hide in the depths of the fortifications with his rifle.

The two biggest threats of Tang Dao were gone.

As one shell after another fell on the battlefield, the rest of the Japanese soldiers no longer cared about chasing Tang Dao and looked for a place to avoid the artillery.

Only Ishibashi Xinyi was still standing there in a daze.

From the moment the first shell fell on the top of the city, the Japanese captain knew that he had lost, and lost miserably.

All his calculations, now seem so ridiculous.

That terrible enemy had actually calculated everything, even the artillery.

He only thought about two steps, but his opponent had thought about four or five steps.

It was not unfair for him to be defeated by such an enemy.

However, why would a weak China have such a powerful person? It was really unacceptable!

The Japanese captain's mind remained in a deep sense of unwillingness.

He almost succeeded in his deliberate attempt to die. A palm-sized shrapnel splashed out from a mortar shell that exploded seven or eight meters away from him cut his neck diagonally. The terrible kinetic energy generated by the explosives made the shrapnel pass through his neck like a knife cutting butter, followed by the shock wave of the shell, and his body fell down, and his head was strangely flipped backwards.

Only a little flesh and skin was left on the head connected to the torso, and the blood sprayed out was absorbed by the loess before it could bloom.

The two legs did not even twitch, and they returned to silence.

The way he died was basically similar to that of Hashimoto Kingoro, but his death was much cleaner and neater.

And his superior was surprisingly tenacious.

According to the Japanese war report later: After the sudden bombardment by the Chinese, 13 members of the 13th Infantry Regiment, including Captain Ishibashi Nobuyoshi, were killed on the spot. But surprisingly, the soldiers responsible for searching the battlefield found that Colonel Hashimoto Kingoro was still alive. But his injuries were too severe, and he died on the way to the field hospital after a simple hemostatic bandage!

On the night of November 8, the 6th Division lost another army colonel after the death of Lieutenant General Tani Hisao.

According to the investigation, the Chinese who assassinated the two of them were actually the same person, and they have long disappeared.

It is said that the roar of the usually gentle Major General Sakai Tokutaro seemed to be heard by the defenders inside the city wall hundreds of meters away.

The guard squadron stationed outside the headquarters was frightened and expanded the alert range 200 meters towards the city.

What if the attacker is still there?

Of course, the attacker is gone.

If it was daytime, Tang Dao would not be able to survive even if he had ten lives.

Tang Dao had already calculated his escape route, as long as the artillery squad members he carefully selected were not so crude.

Fortunately, Pang Dahai and his gang did not disappoint him. Except for three shells that exploded on the way Tang Dao escaped, the shrapnel and smoke almost sent Tang Dao away. Fortunately, there were still remaining trenches for Tang Dao to hide.

However, although it was dangerous, it completely blocked Tang Dao's figure, and the Japanese army completely lost their target.

The other nine shells were all behind Tang Dao, which was also the position of the Japanese army.

The twelve shells that fell fiercely allowed Tang Dao to escape from the battlefield where it was almost impossible to survive.

The twelve shells bombarded by his order awakened Songjiang before dawn. Both the Chinese and Japanese armies were alert and stared at the opponents on the opposite side, but they did not know that a burly "Japanese soldier" sneaked into the ruins under the cover of night.

But this time Tang Dao didn't want to hit the Japanese with a club. He just needed to find a way to leave. The guard battalion was still waiting for his return, and the two generals were still waiting for him.

Or, there was a beautiful woman waiting for the news of his safe return.

Yes, in the Songjiang Command, although no one of the two big guys took the initiative to mention Tang Dao's name, after the two sides ceased fighting at night, one paced back and forth, and the other stared at the battle map with a gloomy face. The two bowls of shredded pork noodles brought by the adjutant were left to cool, and no one touched a bite.

When the battle in Dongcheng was the most urgent, Commander-in-Chief Wu, who was in charge of the command, had never done this. A major general brigade commander who came to report the battle on the front line to the commander-in-chief saw this situation and pulled the major adjutant outside the door to ask him to persuade the commander to take this opportunity to rest for a few hours.

After all, the Songjiang decisive battle had just begun. If they continued to work non-stop, the bodies of the two highest commanders would not be able to hold on before the battle was over. What should they do then?

"There is still no news about Captain Tang who went on a secret mission!" The adjutant had to tell the Major General the reason why the two commanders were so anxious.

"Is that so! If there is any news about Captain Tang, remember to inform me." The Major General's heart tightened.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he could only turn around and leave, giving up the idea of ​​persuading.

Tang Dao's name was already famous in the army when he was promoted to the lieutenant colonel of the Fourth Camp a few days ago, but only those who have been with him and seen him fight in person can appreciate how outstanding he is.

Both the city defense design and the dazzling battle of Cangcheng were designed by him.

Although the city defense fortifications that exhausted hundreds of people in one day and one night did not withstand the bombardment of the Japanese army's large-caliber heavy artillery in the end, they kept the casualty rate of the defenders below 30%, which was almost unimaginable in the past.

The 67th Army had fought several tough battles with the Japanese army in North China. Not to mention the Japanese army's use of heavy artillery brigades, even the 105 howitzers equipped by their divisions bombarded them, the casualty rate of the front-line troops was around 40%, and the entire company of soldiers and the positions they had worked so hard to build were bombarded to pieces.

However, the range of their own 75 mountain artillery was about 6,000 meters, and they could not even reach the edge of the other party's 105 howitzers.

Therefore, they could only abandon their positions and retreat! Retreat again!

Without experience, you will not understand the sadness of fighting against steel with flesh and blood!

Retreat all the way south!

The vast North China Plain was lost in just two months.

If they retreat again, they will be in the Central Plains!

Therefore, the 67th Army, which was frustrated in the North China battlefield, came to the southeast battlefield and came to Songjiang. The Northeast Army must prove to the whole of China that they do not want to retreat again, even if it is just one step.

Tang Dao helped them do it. From the afternoon of the 6th when the Japanese army arrived and fired artillery to the night of November 8th, it took two whole days and nights. Songjiang City was broken, but people were still there.

The Major General Brigadier General in Nancheng District still has 4,000 soldiers in his hands. He has to thank Tang Dao for this. If it were not for the excellent city defense fortifications, he would probably be excited to tears with 2,000 people in his hands.

The Cangcheng defense battle led by Tang Dao was not tragic enough to set a benchmark for the entire Songjiang army to fight to the death, but the wonderful use of tactics opened up new ideas for the Major General Brigadier General.

It turns out that the war can be fought like this.

Losing the position is not scary. As long as the artillery is still there, we will come barefoot and fear no death. If you have the courage to come, I have the guts to accompany you to be bombed.

So much so that the Japanese vanguard has climbed the top of the city several times. As long as a few shells are thrown here, the Japanese army will retreat like a tide, fearing that they will be covered by the Chinese artillery again.

In fact, there is not so much artillery coverage, not to mention that the artillery inventory is not allowed, and the use of the artillery positions that have been damaged by one-third of the army must be requested from the command. This method of combat is not allowed until the last moment.

But the Japanese army is still afraid.

This is the mentality of the dominant party. I am about to win, how can I die!

Tang Dao didn't know that he had quietly become one of the most important figures in Songjiang City. Not only did the two lieutenant general commanders wait for him all night, but several generals who were qualified to know his whereabouts also hoped that he would return safely.

Of course, there are people in Songjiang City who care about him more.

Reporter Tan Tai Ming Yue had been writing in the room of the communication battalion, but she refused to return to her private rest room even though she had already sent out the written manuscript by telegram.

Tan Tai Ming Yue had been sitting on a small stool in the corner, cleaning her Browning pistol under the dim lantern.

She was very serious and careful, over and over again, even the bullets were cleaned to a bright shine.

But in fact, everyone knew that she was restless.

The dim light cast her tall figure on the ground, and she swayed slightly with the autumn wind, with an indescribable melancholy.

Under the eyes of the communication battalion commander, the communication soldiers did not disturb her.

But they knew that reporter Tan Tai should be waiting for some important telegram or phone call.

She was sitting very close to the field radio and telephone...

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