Rise From Eight Hundred

"Captain Nishikawa, when can we act?" The man looked around vigilantly and continued to ask in a low voice.

"Soon, the Chinese soldiers will soon be unable to bear the pressure and speed up the release. That will be our chance." The man with pride in his eyes looked at the scene in front of him, which was already full of crying and shouting, and he was confident.

Because it was almost dusk, and if they didn't cross the river, they would have to wait another night. These Chinese refugees who were eager to escape had no way of predicting when the imperial army would come. This fear of the unknown could only make them more panic and anxious.

Yes, the top student who graduated from the Army Officer Academy was the deputy captain of the battalion directly under the 18th Division Ushijima Sadao Division Headquarters. Major Nishikawa Nagataka, who was personally named by Yanagawa Heisuke as the captain of this task force, had an excellent mind and judgment of the situation.

As the Chinese generals expected, Yanagawa Heisuke didn't have the courage to send light infantry to bypass the Huangpu River to attack the Baihegang Bridge, so he racked his brains to come up with such a trick, sending a small-scale special attack team.

However, this time, unlike the Japanese army's previous detour of more than ten miles to attack and harass the enemy's position from behind, they detoured for nearly fifty kilometers and completely lost contact with the main force, which was extremely similar to the future special forces.

The military order received by Xichuan Changlong was to occupy the bridge as much as possible. If it was impossible, the bridge would be blown up to cut off the way for the Songjiang defenders.

The two infantry squadrons led by Xichuan Changlong arrived in the area near the bridge as early as yesterday, and witnessed the thrilling ground-to-air combat with their own eyes. They originally wanted to launch an attack while the Imperial military aircraft and the Chinese were fighting fiercely, but what almost shocked him was that the Chinese actually won the final victory and six Imperial fighter planes fell.

He knew at the time that the strong attack he wanted to take advantage of would not work, and his original plan of dark night attack was basically unworkable. The Chinese with anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft machine guns could easily kill him and his subordinates who were not equipped with heavy weapons in the wilderness.

Fortunately, in order not to attract the attention of the Chinese, Nishikawa Changlong had already made tactical arrangements before leaving the main camp. He was not going to fight the Chinese head-on, so one infantry squadron was disguised, and the uniforms and various long and short standard weapons of the Empire were not brought.

Half of the task force wore Chinese civilian clothes, and were equipped with Mauser pistols captured from the Chinese and melon-shaped grenades that were easier to hide.

This originally sharp firearm can only be replenished by captured bullets, and the imperial infantry have long been accustomed to the Type 38 rifle. The powerful trophy has no one to use and has been thrown into the box of the baggage unit, but it is obviously very suitable at this time.

The task force with more than 100 Mauser pistols may suffer in field battles, but in such short-range attacks, the firepower will be so strong that the Chinese who are only equipped with rifles and light machine guns will despair.

Therefore, after thinking about it all night, Xichuan Changlong decided to change the way of attack. He would lead a part of the task force to mix in the crowd of Chinese refugees, take the opportunity to cross the bridge, sneak attack the Chinese bridge guards, seize control of the bridge with lightning speed, and then rely on the Chinese fortifications to hold on, while another infantry squadron would be on the periphery, waiting for the arrival of the main force.

Perhaps it was difficult for his nearly 400 people to attack the Chinese with fortifications and machine guns, but if it was just defense, Xichuan Changlong had the confidence to hold on for a day and a night.

However, the Chinese were more cunning than he thought, and they checked the refugees so carefully. In one day, they killed more than a dozen people who carried weapons and did not surrender them voluntarily, two of whom were his tentative subordinates.

Just watching two warriors who had killed at least seven or eight Chinese soldiers on the battlefield in North China being kicked to the ground and shot by the Chinese like chickens, Xichuan Changlong's heart was bleeding.

He vowed to make the Chinese pay the price. Once he occupied the bridge, he would kill all the captives one by one in front of the Chinese, so that they would also taste the pain of watching their colleagues being killed without any resistance.

Those who could join the task force were all elites selected by Xichuan Changlong from the brigade directly under the division, and 60% of them had been to Northeast China.

For example, he had also been in Northeast China for four years, could speak fluent Northeastern dialect, and had a better understanding of the habits of the Chinese.

Therefore, things will turn around when they reach the extreme. The more detailed the inspection of the Chinese defenders, the more loopholes will appear, such as the mood of the people.

The reason why the people began to riot in the afternoon was naturally the result of him sending his subordinates to the crowd gathering to spread rumors and fan the flames.

It won't take too long before those Chinese who were crying, begging, or even cursing loudly will push away the simple barbed wire and chevaux de frise. As long as the Chinese defenders could not shoot at ordinary people in a frenzy, then his chance would come.

Sure enough, as he expected, the Chinese defenders began to be unable to withstand the pressure of the violent riots of the refugees.

Xichuan Changlong saw from a distance that the Chinese refugees in front of him began to cheer and lined up in two lines, and the speed of advancement suddenly increased.

"Hase-kun, our chance has come, notify others to prepare to enter the queue!" Xichuan Changlong licked his lips and gave a decisive order.

A group of ragged young men, mixed with Chinese refugees from all over the wilderness, moved towards the checkpoint.

Yes, the speed of passage suddenly increased because the Chinese soldiers at the checkpoint simplified the inspection procedures and no longer required the refugees' luggage and bodies to be inspected.

However, there was a rather strange requirement that, except for women and children, the rest of the adult men must pass the checkpoint barefoot.

That was Lei Xiong's order that Erya ran over to convey to Li Jiujin.

Li Jiujin, who was in a state of panic, was as if he had been pardoned, and immediately ordered the soldiers to execute the order.

He didn't look at anything, just looked at the feet, what's the big deal?

Besides, the refugees' tattered shoes and holey socks would only take a few minutes to take off. It would be a miracle if they were not fast.

It was also simple to divide into two columns, one for men and one for women and children. 300 people passed in a wave, and then a wave of men was released after the women and children passed, and so on.

This was also easy to understand, in order to prevent too many people from crowding and trampling. Even if a family was separated because of this, they could reunite after crossing the bridge, right?

Crossing the bridge at this speed was enough to ensure that all thousands of refugees were released before it was completely dark.

Seeing that the defenders had given in, the refugees would certainly not make trouble anymore. After all, the black muzzles of the guns sticking out of the checkpoints and the bridgehead fortifications a hundred meters ahead were no joke. If the soldiers were angry, they might be shot at any time.

Since ancient times, the idea that the people should not fight against the officials has been deeply rooted in the consciousness of the Chinese people.

Xichuan Changlong, who had sneaked into the refugee queue, frowned.

The inspection conditions made by the Chinese always made him feel a little weird, but as for where the weirdness was, he couldn't say.

After all, what difference can big feet make?

Is it to see whose feet are whiter and tenderer?

It must be like this, the Chinese wear cloth shoes, and the imperials wear leather shoes

All the Japanese task force members who sneaked into the queue took the initiative to take off their shoes and socks at the instruction of their superiors, with an attitude of being good children and good citizens, and quietly rubbed their feet in the dust.

Those feet have become the feet of the Chinese working people, so dirty.

I don't know if this is a pastoral area, with no dust to rub, will these guys put their feet into cow dung.

Maybe they will!

After all, these guys are elite. In order to complete the military order, let alone stepping on shit, even if they are asked to eat it, they may swallow a few big mouthfuls with their eyes closed.

What Xichuan Changlong didn't know was that in the distance, a pair of eyes were closely watching the refugee group through a telescope.

That was Lei Xiong.

Unlike what Li Jiujin thought, Deputy Battalion Commander Lei, who scolded him at that time, was not furious, but smiled on the other end of the phone.

Because the fish he had been waiting for finally came.

Before leaving, Tang Dao told him that the Japanese would definitely come, and they would attack the bridge by mixing into the refugee team.

Lei Xiong didn't know why Tang Dao was so sure, because he was not a little butterfly from the future, and the historical records recorded the tragedy that had happened on the Baihegang Bridge.

In that time and space, the Japanese task force of more than 200 people was mixed in the refugee team, and suddenly attacked the bridge guarding troops. An infantry company that was caught off guard was killed and eventually lost control of the bridge.

The tragedy that eventually led to was that when more than 10,000 people of the 67th Army, who had defended Songjiang for three days and nights and were ordered to retreat, swarmed in, they found that the bridge had changed hands. The 67th Army, which was blocked in front and pursued by soldiers behind, could only abandon all heavy equipment and cross the river lightly.

At this time, a small-scale Japanese force hiding on the river bank attacked the Chinese soldiers in the center of the river, causing several generals of the 67th Army to be shot and killed. Without a leader, the 67th Army, which had originally retained its complete structure, collapsed.

The 67th Army, which fought the Japanese army for three days and nights in Songjiang City, suffered more than 10,000 casualties, but on this Suzhou River, which was not too wide, the loss was close to 10,000. Even the lieutenant general commander, the major general chief of staff and other leaders died in the battle, and only 6,000 officers and soldiers who could cross the river remained.

The river was covered with floating corpses of Chinese soldiers and civilians.

In the end, the boss who had a grudge against the 67th Army directly cancelled the establishment of the 67th Army and only retained the number of the 108th Division. Under multiple blows, the 108th Division, which had less than 10,000 people, had been mediocre in the subsequent wars.

A strong army that could have played a major role in the great Patriotic War just disappeared.

And the epic record they had created in Songjiang was also lost in the long river of history, and no one remembered the great struggle of more than 20,000 lives.

Tang Dao would never let history repeat itself.

As for when this group of Japanese troops came and how many people there were, there was not much record in history books, and Lei Xiong needed to judge.

However, with Tang Dao's reminder of the Japanese attack and the way to judge them, it was enough for Lei Xiong.

From the beginning of entering the bridge, Lei Xiong strictly checked the refugees who were eager to cross the river, and the inspection was detailed and strict.

His action was naturally not to prevent the Japanese from coming in disguise.

There is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days. Since we can't guard against them, we should lure them in and kill them.

When the refugees start to riot, it means that the Japanese have come.

So, he asked Erya to tell Li Jiujin that the refugees can pass faster without too detailed inspection. Otherwise, the Japanese are not fools. How can they hide weapons and rush into the muzzle of the gun?

He must create an opportunity for them to attack.

Xichuan Changlong waited for him to enter the checkpoint in anxiety.

The previous wave was Chinese women and children. Now it was the turn of the men. In front of him, there were more than 40 task force members who passed the inspection barefoot and stood more than ten meters away waiting.

Originally, Xichuan Changlong, who thought this matter was a bit strange, had thought about attacking the checkpoint first, and then attacking the bridgehead fortifications a hundred meters away. After all, that was within the range of the Mauser pistol.

But although there was only one infantry squad of more than a dozen Chinese at the checkpoint, they were very careful. Two light machine guns were set up on the checkpoint fortifications on the left and right, and at least four submachine guns were facing the simple passage. There was also a barbed wire fence in front of the fortifications. Anyone who attempted to attack them would probably have to pay a sufficient price. This is also the reason why thousands of refugees did not dare to attack the fortifications despite the excitement.

Two soldiers holding guns stood in the sandbag fortifications, glanced at Xichuan Changlong's gray feet, waved the muzzle, and could not hide their impatience and shouted angrily: "Hurry up, what are you looking at?"

Men have a natural dislike for men, especially the other's stinky feet.

"Yes, yes, sir!" Xichuan Changlong nodded and bowed in response, stopped quietly observing, and quickly joined his subordinates.

More and more team members were released one after another, and the number of people increased. However, from time to time, some men were picked out by the soldiers and ordered to stand aside and wait for inspection.

There were Chinese civilians with sad faces, and there were also task force members whose hearts were about to jump out of their chests, but there were not many of them, only a dozen or so.

Although I don’t know if the Chinese have found anything abnormal, maybe because their feet are still too white and tender? But it doesn’t matter. In less than five minutes, they will attack the bridgehead fortifications where more troops are stationed. The dozen people who are still left at the checkpoint can use Chinese civilians as cover to attack the checkpoint, which is a good thing.

Perhaps because there are too many people picked out, as many as dozens of people, and there are less than 200 people who have been released to cross the bridge, the Chinese defenders shouted at them to cross the bridge.

Outside the checkpoint, more Chinese people were ordered to retreat.

It was a bit weird, but Xichuan Changlong, who was full of doubts, was too late to regret it at this time.

What is the old Chinese saying? The arrow has to be shot when it is on the string, or is it forcing the duck to climb the shelf?

Anyway, Xichuan Changlong, who was walking towards the bridge with most of his task force members, was so nervous at that time.

It was not until he reached an area about 50 meters away from the bridgehead that he relaxed a little.

As long as they went forward 10 meters, their grenades could be thrown into the fortifications. Even if the Chinese had defenses and conspiracies, it would be useless unless they deployed heavy troops here.

But obviously, that was impossible. For air defense, the Chinese deployed their main forces on the periphery.

Victory is just around the corner!

"Puff puff puff!" The terrifying sound of tearing cloth suddenly sounded.

Without any warning, a gun hidden inside the bridgehead flashed flames and spewed out deadly metal bullets.

In just two seconds, more than ten people fell like harvested wheat ears.

Baga! We were fooled!

The Chinese knew they were coming.

But how did they find out about me? Did they just look at my feet? Also, what kind of machine gun is this, and why is the firing rate so fast?

At the moment when Captain Nishikawa Changlong fell to the ground with his heart and liver broken, his mind was full of black question marks!

Every Japanese killed by MG34 basically wondered what kind of gun this was! This is basically a common doubt.

As for how the Chinese found them, I am afraid Lei Xiong and Li Jiujin are not interested in explaining it to Nishikawa Changlong...

PS: Today is the official start of school for students. Fengyue has been in class for the whole morning, so I just put the two chapters together and updated them. It is about 4,500 words. Brothers with monthly tickets continue to vote. Thank you.