Rise From Eight Hundred

"Fuck, the Japanese are so cruel, they even kill their own people!" After defeating the Japanese army, Lei Xiong immediately ordered not to pursue the desperate enemy, and the whole army immediately lifted up all the wounded who could be found and quickly moved towards the trench. He couldn't help but wipe his cold sweat.

According to his previous temper, he would have pursued him for 300 meters, and he might be among the people blown away by the shells fired from nowhere.

It's better to stay away from such cruel Japanese. Deputy Battalion Commander Lei, who has always been fearless, couldn't help but be a little "cowardly" at this moment, and stepped hard on the neck of a Japanese soldier who was still humming under his feet. "Damn it, what are you humming! You scared me!"

Leng Feng on the side...

Wipe the hot sweat, and poke the rifle in his hand into the ground. A Japanese "corpse" that was originally stiff twitched violently, and opened his tightly closed eyes, staring at the extremely "brutal" Leng Feng, and screamed.

"They are dead, but they can still scream! This is not good! It's scary." Leng Feng nodded calmly. "The battalion commander is right! Dead devils are good devils!"

The veterans of the Four-line Battalion who followed Lei Xiong and Leng Feng had seen all kinds of scenes and were naturally accustomed to such behavior. While searching for their own wounded, they did not forget to finish off the Japanese.

No matter dead or alive, just stab them twice.

On the battlefield, being kind to the devil is a crime against yourself. On the battlefield of Songhu, the Japanese army slaughtered Chinese wounded soldiers in front of them more than once.

The 108th Division's guard battalion and fire support company had never seen such a scene. Naturally, they were grimacing and gasping at the beginning, but looking at their brothers struggling in a pool of blood, some of them could no longer speak, and the pleading in their eyes was to let them finish off the wounded so that they would not suffer so much, but how could they bear it?

After learning from the veterans of the Four-line Camp to finish off the Japanese, I found that my depressed heart was much better.

This is the battlefield, teaching batches of soldiers that the so-called "benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom and trustworthiness" is only for humans, and when dealing with wild beasts, you can only kill as many as you can.

Yang Xiaoshan, who had always been cautious, watched from afar as the Japanese soldiers in the firelight did not run away and began to gather again. He hurriedly suggested to Li Jiujin, who was commanding the personnel to carry people, "Platoon leader, what do the Japanese want to do? Why don't we take advantage of the light now and kill them again!"

The distance of 200 meters is not a big problem for a group of veterans in the Four-line Camp. With a rifle and aiming, at least twenty can be killed.

"You kid is not afraid of the Japanese artillery, I want to live two more years." Li Jiujin slapped Yang Xiaoshan on the helmet. "Didn't you see the temper of the deputy battalion commander and didn't dare to let everyone shoot and kill the dog?"

"Why can that Niu Er shoot!" Yang Xiaoshan looked into the distance with some depression.

Niu Er also arrived with the main force of the Fourth Battalion, but he did not enter the battlefield with a bayonet from the beginning, but acted alone with the young soldier Xia Dayu who followed him.

Although Yang Xiaoshan still did not know his exact location at this moment, he could still vaguely hear the sound of gunfire from afar along with the sound of artillery fire. That was the shooting skills that Tang Dao had taught them. There would be no one else except Niu Er.

"Hey, are you envious of Niu Er? Going to be a lone ranger?" The old soldier smiled at the fastest improving soldier under his command.

Patting Yang Xiaoshan on the shoulder, he said, "Do you remember the first time we met Commander Tang?"

"I remember!" Yang Xiaoshan answered subconsciously. "Platoon leader, you saw through his disguise directly. Fortunately, you did not shoot directly, otherwise there would be no Commander Tang."

"You know nothing! Commander Tang let me find out." Li Jiujin shook his head slightly. "I had always thought I had discovered him, just like you said. But after following Commander Tang for a long time and seeing his extraordinary methods, I remembered that he was such a cautious person, how could he let me put my gun to his head?"

"I can't think of any other reason except that he took the initiative to let me discover him. Thinking more deeply, I even felt that he seemed to have known that our 524th Regiment would come. He was waiting there, waiting for us to come and join us." Li Jiujin's eyes flashed with admiration. "If it weren't for the warmth on the commander's body, I would have thought he was a ghost, otherwise how could he know everything?"

"Even if the commander was a ghost, he was a Chinese ghost, a good ghost, otherwise he would lead us out of Songhu, defend Songjiang, and even turn around and kill the Japanese heavy artillery brigade when being chased by the Japanese army?" Yang Xiaoshan also nodded in agreement.

"So, why are you still depressed? Commander Tang is such a powerful man, how could his vision of selecting people be wrong? He asked you to continue to be an infantryman with me, because he wanted to train you to be a squad leader and platoon leader like me, and maybe even a company commander or battalion commander in the end." Li Jiujin concluded. "And a talented shooter like Niu Er is best suited not on the battlefield where two armies are facing each other, but like a ghost that no one can see, ready to strike a fatal blow to a valuable target at any time."

"Platoon leader, I found that you have become more powerful recently! You can even use idioms." Yang Xiaoshan gave a thumbs up.

"Get out of here!" Li Jiujin glared.

Looking at Yang Xiaoshan's back, the old soldier grinned and muttered: "That's right! I have been following Mingyue reporter for a long time recently, and I have begun to speak fluently! It seems that I should spend more time with cultured people and less with rough people like Cheng Tietou."

Others progress by learning how to kill people cold-bloodedly, but the old soldier has become cultured on the battlefield, which is quite different.

However, this ability to save his life has not been lost at all.

When the Japanese army retreated, Lei Xiong ordered to stop the pursuit and also ordered not to concentrate fire. Of course, it was not to pity the lives of these little devils, but to take into account the heavy firepower points and artillery of the Japanese army. If there were no Japanese army as a shield, the Japanese heavy machine guns and infantry artillery on the hill would come over. The two hundred people here had no trenches as cover, and the casualties were bound to be large.

Moreover, there were still many wounded soldiers groaning in a pool of blood on the battlefield.

On the flank battlefield, because of the addition of a group of killers from the Fourth Camp, Kanda Masatane's ambition to fly on both wings to surround the Chinese defenders in the trench defense line was shattered.

The hastily erected mortars could only bombard the most obvious target, "Guling", in a hurry, but it led to the death of the first senior officer of the Japanese army tonight.

But all this was not enough to make Kanda Masatane, who had already risked his life, look ashen as if his mother had died.

Originally, his face was only livid, but now, his face was ashen.

A minute ago, he was deprived of the highest command of the front line, and Setouchi replaced him.

That means that although the position of colonel regiment commander is still retained, the title of scapegoat is already set in stone.

Not only has there been no progress in the battlefield that he commanded to break through the Chinese blocking position, but more importantly, the telegram of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade's death has been sent to the 10th Army Headquarters and the 18th Division Headquarters.

"Major General Ushijima Mitsuru, the 10th Army needs someone to be responsible for the death of all colleagues in the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade, and the Imperial Army Department also needs it." The telegram sent by Yanagawa Heisuke to the 36th Infantry Brigade did not have any harsh words, but anyone who was not blind could feel his high anger from the Japanese lieutenant general calling Ushijima Mitsuru by his military rank.

Someone must be held responsible for this matter.

Ushijima Mitsuru, who is currently the commander of the 36th Infantry Brigade, will naturally not give up and resign at this time. Not only is the battle still going on, but he still has to struggle a little, right?

The only person who can do this is Colonel Kanda Masatane, a position that is neither high nor low, plus the title of the highest commander on the front line, just right!

But Setouchi, who finally got his wish and took on the title of the highest commander, was not happy at all. In his heart, he had already cursed Ushijima Mitsuru and the pale-faced Kanda Masatane like dogs.

Baka! You just leave the mess to me? Are you still human?