Rise From Eight Hundred

, rising from 800

One intentional, the other unintentional.

What's more terrifying is that the distance is so close that almost all Chinese soldiers with continuous-fire Mauser pistols and submachine guns basically don't need to aim, and they rely entirely on listening to the sound to identify the position to fire the bullets.

Perhaps they have already known the hardship of this battle, and most of the soldiers in the guard battalion have realized that they may never go back, and no one cherishes ammunition.

Many people completely emptied the 20-round magazine of the Mauser pistol that had been switched to the continuous-fire switch within three seconds.

The Japanese army that was still struggling in the stream fell into the river in pieces like rice cut by a sickle.

Even the most responsive "cold-blooded little tree" was inevitably hit by three bullets.

One bullet hit the shoulder, and two bullets hit the chest and abdomen.

The 7.63mm caliber bullet of the Mauser pistol has an astonishing muzzle kinetic energy of 576 joules. Although the bullet weighs only 5.5 grams, it is enough to tear a big hole in human muscles.

All three bullets passed through Aso Koshu's body. The bullet on his shoulder only tore his muscles and broke a bone, which was not a fatal injury. However, one bullet hit his fragile abdomen, creating a large hole in his large intestine used to store excrement. The dark green fecal water polluted the entire abdominal cavity, which would be a serious illness in the future, let alone in this era.

However, the truly fatal bullet was in his chest. Aso Koshu, who was crawling in the stream, coughed painfully because of the convulsion of his lungs, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth along his trachea.

Without waiting for the military doctor to come, Aso Koshu knew that he was finished.

The fatal wound made his extremely strong body, which was once able to fight several Chinese infantrymen with a gun alone, so weak that he could hardly move. The consciousness of the Japanese Army lieutenant, who coughed up a lot of blood and then inhaled the cold river water, began to blur.

His head was unable to leave the water.

The fierce gunshots that rang again and the shrill screams of his colleagues that tore through the night sky seemed to be in a very distant place.

In front of the eyes of the ‘cold-blooded tree’, the face of the young Chinese soldier who had been stabbed to death by his own hands seemed to reappear again.

The extreme pain brings the extreme coldness, which makes people finally realize why death is called the abyss.

“Mom, it hurts!” Aso Koki, whose mind has been occupied by pain, finally understood the last cry of the Chinese soldier.

Perhaps, only the warm embrace of Mom can soothe the pain of her son’s torn body, which comes from the safety and warmth of October.

No one else can give it.

Unfortunately, there are still people who can hear the desperate call of the Chinese soldiers, and there is still the empty night sky to dissipate it.

The last cry of the Japanese Army Lieutenant left only bubbles.

The real cause of death of the ‘cold-blooded tree’ was not the three wounds torn by the 7.63mm Mauser bullet, but the cold river.

He was drowned alive in a river less than one meter deep after losing his ability to move.

Perhaps, there are many Japanese infantrymen who were drowned like Lieutenant Aso Koki.

The spearhead squad of the 45th Infantry Regiment of the 36th Infantry Brigade, from the second lieutenant squad leader to the 39th, 25 of them died in the first wave of attacks. As the flares rose into the sky, the 14 people who panicked and buried themselves in the river were also attacked by accurate rifle bursts and wooden-handled grenades thrown over.

The battle came suddenly and ended quickly. When several infantry squads 150 meters behind the infantry squad crawled to the ground and set up guns, machine guns and even grenade launchers to attack the Chinese on the opposite side, the Chinese had all entered the trenches.

No one in the Aso squad could climb out of the stream. The wounded who could still breathe stayed in the cold river. Even if they did not drown helplessly like their brave and fearless second lieutenant squad leader, they could only die of hypothermia in the end.

In the late autumn night in the southeast, the temperature was only six or seven degrees. If they went swimming in the autumn, human life was really not as tenacious as they imagined.

"What? Are there Chinese blocking us ahead?" Kanda Masatane, the colonel commander of the 45th Infantry Regiment of the 36th Infantry Brigade, who was riding a tall horse for the first time in the past few days, looked at the distant night sky with a cold face.

The Chinese are really calculating. With only a few thousand troops, they dared to divide their troops, one part to attack the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade, and the other part to block his army in the wilderness.

"Order the whole army to stop and assemble, and send a message to the 6th Battalion and the 8th Battalion. I will give them 20 minutes to deal with the enemy in front of them." Kanda Masatane took out his pocket watch, calculated the time slightly, and issued a military order with a cold expression.

Of course, the Japanese colonel did not blindly drive his men to die.

Instead, after careful calculation, the Chinese wanted to break through the position of a heavy artillery brigade with thousands of troops and infantry protection. No matter what, they had to send out their main elite. The troops left to block would never exceed one infantry battalion or even less.

Perhaps, their role was not to stop the 36th Infantry Brigade from reinforcing the Heavy Artillery Brigade.

Because, even if their entire army was chased by the brigade, they would run around like a dog in the wilderness and never dare to stop for a real battle.

For this reason, Kanda Masatane had reason to believe that the real purpose of the unknown number of Chinese troops blocking his infantry regiment was just to delay, even if it was delayed for an hour, it would be successful.

Therefore, if he still dug trenches like in regular field battles, used firepower suppression to cover the infantry attack, and even used artillery to clear the Chinese heavy firepower points and then capture the position, he might have fallen into the Chinese trap.

Besides, even if he wanted to, he couldn't. All the infantry guns and mountain guns under his command, whether from the regiment headquarters or the infantry battalion, were still on their way. At least in half an hour, the infantrymen who came lightly in full gear would not receive any artillery support.

What he had to do now was to rely on the advantage of his strength, gather more than two infantry battalions, and crush the few Chinese with a thunderous force without giving them any breathing space.

It took only 20 minutes to capture a position 1,500 meters wide in the field. This was not the first time for the Japanese infantrymen of the 6th Division.

On the contrary, they had a more brilliant record on the battlefield in North China. After the regiment gathered all the infantry guns and mountain guns for artillery bombardment, an infantry battalion launched an attack and occupied the position defended by an infantry regiment on the opposite side in just ten minutes.

The Chinese infantry regiment of more than a thousand people was defeated after only ten minutes of fighting. In the subsequent pursuit, only one in ten could escape the battlefield.

After receiving the military order from their own regiment commander, the two infantry battalions executed it without hesitation.

The infantry quickly assembled in the field, not only to gather the troops, but also to rest for 10 minutes.

From the camp to here, the infantry had been running for nearly 50 minutes, and they had to recover their physical strength before the battle.

The infantry began to drink water and eat candy to recover their physical strength.

The light machine guns and grenade launchers of the four infantry squadrons responsible for the first round of attack selected firing points in the area 300 meters away from the stream, and the heavy machine gun battalions of the two infantry battalions, with a total of 24 heavy machine guns, were also set up 500 meters away.

This is the confidence of the "strongest division on the surface" that comes from continuous victory accumulation, which cannot be wiped out by a setback in Songjiang City and the constant harassment of Tang Dao.

Until 10 minutes later, the infantry began to enter the battlefield.

The four infantry squadrons that launched the first wave of attacks and the two infantry squadrons that went around the two wings had a total of 1,200 people. Not counting the two heavy machine gun squadrons behind, the Japanese army had deployed more troops than the Chinese army in the trenches.

The dark night covered the figures of the Japanese army who were bending over and moving forward, and also covered the guns that the Chinese soldiers in the trenches on the river bank put on the edge of the trenches.

The muzzles of the three machine guns and four heavy machine guns on the hill were even more dim.

In the dark night, the Japanese side did not know how many Chinese people there were, and the Chinese side did not know how much force the Japanese army would invest.

But both sides were extremely sure of one thing, in this battle, if you don’t die, I will die.

Then you die! This may be the first time that the Chinese and the Japanese have agreed on something.

"Flare!" Scar Lao Zhao listened to the sound coming from the front of the position and finally gave the order.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The flare flashed in the sky less than 100 meters away from the position.

The densely packed khaki-colored trees in the wild made people's scalps numb.

The Japanese army also responded, and more flares fell above the Chinese positions.

There was still fresh soil piled on the trench, showing the time of its birth.

However, the long and almost endless trench also made the Japanese lieutenant officers in the rear look stiff.

"Kill the chicken!" Two majors waved their command knives forward at the same time in two different spaces.

More than 20 Type 92 heavy machine guns spoke first.

The dark red bullet marks were extremely conspicuous in the night sky, like a long whip swung by the grim smile of the god of death.

The most tragic charge in the history of the Japanese Army's 6th Division is coming.