Rise From Eight Hundred

As a scout, Niu Er had been hiding on the top of a hill 2,000 meters away from the bridge.

His partner was a veteran of the Sichuan Army.

Lei Xiong sent out five groups of such scouts around the bridge defense position. The purpose was self-evident, which was to detect the possible movement of Japanese infantry one step ahead.

To be qualified as the eyes of the main force, experienced veterans were naturally needed, but Lei Xiong had limited manpower. The Sihang Battalion had less than 100 people in total. If 10 more were sent out, the three air defense positions and the main position would not be able to allocate manpower.

Therefore, Lei Xiong made a request to the Sichuan Army Company and the 67th Army Guard Company, asking them to select veterans with experience as scouts, and the Sihang Battalion also sent out 3 people, including the guard Niu Er who left Tang Dao.

That was Tang Dao's special instruction to Lei Xiong before he left. Niu Er, a talented shooter, should not be confined to the infantry position. Give him free space to let him play by himself. Don't be afraid that he is a new recruit with insufficient combat experience. The experience on the battlefield needs soldiers to experience it personally, not just the inheritance of veterans.

Relatively speaking, Yang Xiaoshan, who performed equally well in the Four-Line Battle, is more suitable for playing his role in positional warfare.

To put it bluntly, Tang Dao has set a general direction for the future of the few remaining recruits in the Four-Line Camp after a week of observation, and intends to let them develop in their respective areas of expertise.

Like Erya, who does not have much combat power, but is meticulous, suitable for communications or logistics; Yang Xiaoshan, who has a simple and sincere personality, is an excellent infantry commander seedling; Niu Er, who has a very high sniping talent, if he can cultivate a keen intuition about the battlefield, he will definitely have the opportunity to become a super sniper who can take the head of a general from among thousands of troops.

Since you have such potential, let the battlefield hone it.

Although it is cruel, without too much detailed learning, they are thrown into the battlefield again and again, but the Chinese battlefield at this time will not give people enough time.

No matter how high the talent is, it is useless if it cannot grow quickly.

The Sichuan Army sent 4 people, the 67th Army sent 3 people, and the Four-line Camp sent 3 people, two by two, to break up the combination.

This is actually a way for Lei Xiong to initially integrate the three originally distinct troops. These 10 people are the bridge for the three troops to trust and cooperate with each other.

Niu Er's partner is a Sichuan Army veteran named Wang Changshou, who has more than 6 years of military service and is close to 40 years old. For young soldiers like Niu Er who are less than 20 years old, he is definitely an uncle.

There are not many middle-aged people whose sons can almost join the army in the Sichuan Army, but they are by no means rare.

The warlords in Sichuan Province have been fighting for several years, making the people miserable. The common people have no livelihood, so they can only serve as soldiers to eat and support their families.

If it is put in the future, this is definitely a "professional" soldier. Soldiers are not for dreams or defending the country, but just a job, a job that can support the family.

The same is true for Wang Changshou. He has figured out a lot of things in these years of military service. The big guys are fighting each other and watching tens of thousands of people fighting each other. In fact, the risk factor is not high. If you win, you will naturally have wine and meat. If you lose, it is not necessarily the end of the world. If you are smart, you can throw away your gun and kneel down to surrender and then change your side. Anyway, you will not run far and still stay in Sichuan Province.

In the past six years, he has changed three "bosses". Although he is still a big soldier, he has food, drink and silver dollars. How happy.

It was not until three months ago that Wang Changshou's fate took a turn.

In other words, the fate of the Sichuan Army, which has long been accustomed to fighting among itself and at most getting beaten up, has reached another intersection.

The Japanese came.

All the bigwigs in East Sichuan, North Sichuan, and Central Sichuan smashed their cups, or more precisely, smashed their own bowls, their rice bowls.

For them, the army that can guarantee their rights and wealth is their rice bowl, isn't it?

The provincial governors and generals who seemed a little crazy to many ordinary people actually swore in Chengdu to fight the Japanese invaders to the death. Two hundred thousand troops left Sichuan from East Sichuan and North Sichuan, one part went to Songhu in the southeast, and the other part went to Shanxi in the north.

As a soldier, Wang Changshou was reluctant, but he was just a small drop of water in the surging anti-Japanese wave of the entire Sichuan Province. He could not decide his own future and could only go with the flow.

He may not understand why the bigwigs were so decisive, and even put aside their years of hatred and sat together to become comrades-in-arms who would share life and death.

That's because the mirror of history has told those bigwigs that when the nest is destroyed, how can the eggs be intact?

800 years ago, after the Mongols occupied the Central Plains, they invaded Sichuan, which thought it could resist everything with its high mountains and dense forests. The slaughter was horrifying. The phrase "killing people everywhere" is even a beautiful description of this terrible slaughter in history in the future.

In the fall of Chengdu in 1236 AD, there were more than one million remains in the city, and the number outside the city was uncountable.

And the Japanese who invaded in large numbers 800 years later, their name of Japanese pirates had already resounded throughout China during the Ming Dynasty, and they would only be more fierce than the Mongols. This is very clear to the big guys who have read books and have some culture.

Wang Changshou experienced a nightmare three months, from eastern Sichuan to the southeast 2,000 kilometers away, only half of the time was on the boat, and the rest of the time he had to march on iron feet, and he wore out more than a dozen pairs of straw sandals alone.

But this kind of hardship is just the prelude to the nightmare. The most terrifying thing is that after entering the battlefield, ten of the familiar faces disappeared within a week. Not to mention those young people who are only a few years older than his son, even middle-aged veterans like Wang Changshou are almost mentally broken.

Perhaps it had something to do with his name, or perhaps his six years of experience in the army saved him. Wang Changshou survived a hellish week.

He also understood the truth that in a war with the Japanese, there was no way to surrender, only life and death.

The Sichuan Army veteran who has a deep understanding of war has become tough enough, but this does not mean that he dares to compete with a flying plane.

Therefore, he was confused when he saw the little child soldier who had been following him in Sihang Camp, not much older than his son, raising his rifle at the Japanese fighter plane that was running towards his hiding place.

What are you going to do?

Since the Japanese aircraft formation arrived from the southeast, Niu Er climbed up the branch of a big tree, which he could understand.

The dense branches of the big tree are enough to hide a person, and you can stand high and see far away. If there is an enemy on the ground, you can detect it immediately.

However, fighting aircraft is a matter of machine guns and anti-aircraft machine guns. What do you, a little infantryman, want to do with a rifle pointed at an aircraft?

Shoot him?

This is definitely a typical case of not eating mutton but getting all horny.

It was certain that we would not be able to hit the plane, but if we alerted the Japanese plane, they would have to use a machine gun to beat us like dogs if they turned around. This is far away from the main position, but there are no anti-aircraft guns to help you.

"Guawazi, don't be such a fool! Is that a plane that we can hit?" Wang Changshou was lying in the grass watching the plane from far to near, his forehead covered with cold sweat under the camouflage hat woven from branches, and he kept reminding him. Cow two.

He could feel that the little child soldier who was looking at Wen Wenqing was serious about taking aim with his gun, and it was definitely not just a show.

The safety of Niu Er's medium-sized rifle was turned on, his finger was on the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun was slowly swinging with the movement of the plane.

However, Niu Er, who had listened to the veteran's instructions throughout the day, did not listen to him this time. All his mind was on his own goal...

Taro Aoki was secretly congratulating himself in his cockpit, congratulating himself on his wise choice, especially when he saw his boss hit the ground and shattered into pieces.

Only the living are qualified to enjoy the name of 'coward'. What's the use of having 'warrior' engraved on the tombstones of the dead?

In other words, Taro Aoki is not only happy, he is also very proud of his calm judgment.

After turning and maneuvering to avoid the target of Kobayashi Sekiichi's crazy shooting, he did not blindly pull up, but kept galloping at a low altitude. Sure enough, the Chinese machine guns and anti-aircraft machine guns chasing him invariably raised the preset shooting elevation angle. High, no matter how fierce the firepower is, it will only hit you lonely.

Just such a delay was enough for him to escape a thousand meters away.

The reason why he was not promoted immediately after escaping was that Second Lieutenant Taro Aoki was also angry. The proud naval aviation force was beaten like a dog and he had no one to take out his anger on!

The Chinese civilians still hiding in the wilderness along the way were the best targets for him to vent his anger on.

"Chinese, prepare to face death!" Taro Aoki glanced at the ground viciously, his finger already on the machine gun trigger.

However, he did not see a Chinese soldier 400 meters away from him in a straight line pull the trigger.

"Bang!" gunfire sounded.

He was so sloppy as an immortal, but he really hit me like a fool. Wang Changshou was almost frightened by the shot, which made his crotch heat up.

His eyes wandered around, looking for the most suitable natural bunker to hide from the Japanese machine guns.

Taro Aoki, who was still speeding in the sky at a high speed of 100 meters per second, suddenly froze his eyes and looked sideways at the left wing of the cockpit, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The small hole that appeared in the cockpit proved the existence of an attack.

But why are there Chinese machine guns here?

Severe pain struck, causing the Japanese HNA second lieutenant to temporarily put aside his doubts and reach out to touch the painful ribs.

The blood on his hands reminded him that he had been shot.

But his thoughts soon solidified. The warhead rolled through the fuselage and penetrated from the ribs into the body of the Japanese second lieutenant. It crushed the left atrium and the heart that supplied blood to the whole body stopped working. The result was rapid ischemia and hypoxia in the brain.

On the ground, artificial compression and pacing may be possible to rescue, but in the air, the Japanese HNA second lieutenant who was just congratulating himself on his successful escape could only

died!

96 Ship Battle roared past the two leading Chinese soldiers, and then plunged into the wilderness, exploding into a ball of bright fireworks.

Our situation is too small, Wang Changshou is dumbfounded!