Rise From Eight Hundred

All Setouchi's luck was shattered when the second round of shells hit 500 meters in front of his temporary headquarters, along with nearly a hundred Japanese infantrymen who were wiped out.

The senior officers of the 36th Infantry Brigade thought that the idiots of the 6th Heavy Artillery Brigade would be killed by the Chinese, and that some heavy artillery would be seized by the Chinese. They even made the worst assumption that the Chinese would transport the heavy artillery away.

But they never thought that the Chinese would use heavy artillery to bombard them from a distance of more than 6,000 meters.

Artillery is not a rifle or a machine gun that anyone can play with. Artillerymen without sufficient combat experience, let alone hitting a target in the dark from a distance of 6,000 meters, are all gods if they can fire artillery shells. . . . . . . .

Classics!

Unfortunately, the facts are right in front of us. The Chinese not only seized heavy artillery, but also fired artillery, and the most fatal thing is that they can still shoot accurately.

This impossible fact was revealed only after the war. The one who put the shells in was from their tribe.

This made the Japanese officers who survived the war feel relieved.

It's good that the Chinese are not so amazing.

China can produce traitors, and Japan can produce a few Japanese traitors. What's so strange?

A very clear perspective, but this is really Japan.

"Evacuate! Evacuate the whole army!" Seto Uchiri did not ask Ushijima Mitsuru for instructions at all. The moment the fireball from the 150 heavy artillery shells rose from the position, he decisively ordered.

Seto Uchiri was decisive enough.

The Japanese infantry was not like the Chinese. At least there was a trench to avoid the surging air waves and flying shrapnel. Under such heavy artillery bombardment, they could only crawl in the wilderness and pray that they would not be so unlucky.

But the 36 shells fired by six 150 heavy artillery in six rounds covered a wide area. How could the frightened Japanese infantry run away just by saying so?

When a shell is fired, the killing radius exceeds 20 meters, and all creatures within a radius of nearly 1,000 meters will die.

If the Japanese soldiers who were killed in the artillery fire could not tell others how terrible the heavy artillery was, then those who survived the edge of the artillery fire can definitely tell you how dark the psychological shadow of heavy artillery is on people.

Potato may be one of the soldiers closest to death in the entire defense line.

He has shrunk his body as much as possible according to the tactical requirements from the company, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, and his back and chest are not against the trench wall, and his ears are stuffed with cotton.

But when a deafening roar penetrated the cotton and entered the cochlea, the ears were already full of dizzying screams, and the trench seemed to be shaking, making the whole person seem to be on a small boat in the stormy waves. A gust of hot wind that hurt the skin swept over the head, and the trench twisted violently again, almost throwing the soldiers out of the trench. The subsequent collapse was far more than when the Japanese army bombarded with 75 mountain artillery.

"Puh!" The potato, who had opened his mouth wide, was filled with sand and dirt, and his body was covered with mud like a mud man.

"Fuck! Damn artillery!" Potato, who tried hard to spit out the sand in his mouth, couldn't help cursing.

Then, a "lump" of water directly hit the cursing soldier, washing him from head to toe. The soldier, who was stunned by the water, stared blankly in front of him.

A white fish as long as a chopstick twisted weakly in front of him.

What's going on? God gave me a free bath and a fish as a midnight snack? Because I cursed the artillery?

"Ouch! It's so cold!" Potato trembled and took off his wet military uniform, and wrapped himself in a Japanese military coat stained with blood. It was a trophy he picked up when he was picking up guns and bullets in front of the position.

It was a woolen military coat that was only equipped with Japanese military officers, and it was first-class in keeping out the cold. Its original owner was stripped naked and froze to a dead pig in the autumn wind.

The so-called dignity is worthless in the face of death.

The water falling from the sky was certainly not God's work, but a shell that landed in the creek in front of the trench defense line.

Tons of water and fish in the water were sent to high altitudes by the energy of the shell explosion. The creek that could have blocked the advance of the Japanese army completely exposed the wet riverbed and left a huge crater on the riverbed.

For more than ten seconds, the creek was in a state of dry flow, until the river water came back and filled the crater, and it was roughly restored to its appearance before the explosion.

More than 30 meters away, and with the protection of the trench, the potatoes were almost sent away by this shell that could cut off the flow, let alone the Japanese infantry lying in the wilderness.

With this shell, several Japanese infantrymen more than 100 meters away from the explosion center were hit by the crazy air wave and vomited blood. Several others were shaken dozens of centimeters off the ground and then lay on the ground groaning in pain.

Even if they would not die for a while, their internal organs would be shaken and they would lose their ability to move and fight.

Under the power of such terrible heavy artillery, it would be strange if the Japanese infantrymen were not blown to tears.

That is to say, the terrain here is open, and more than 1,000 Japanese infantrymen are scattered on a battlefield of nearly 100,000 square meters. Otherwise, half of the Japanese troops on the front line would be eliminated in this round of artillery fire.

According to statistics from the 36th Infantry Brigade after the war, more than 300 infantrymen were killed or injured in this miraculously accurate artillery bombardment by the Chinese. If it were not for the decisive order of Lieutenant Colonel Setouchi to retreat, the casualties would have doubled even if it was one minute late.

According to this reasoning, Lieutenant Colonel Setouchi was definitely the most outstanding senior officer of the 36th Infantry Brigade that night. Even if it was a case of picking a general from a group of dwarfs or looking for a frog from a pile of toads, Lieutenant Colonel Setouchi should be rewarded.

Unfortunately, this lieutenant colonel staff officer who performed well enough on the battlefield had really bad luck.

The decisive lieutenant colonel chief of staff of the 36th Infantry Brigade not only gave decisive orders, but also ran very fast.

However, he saved many imperial officers and soldiers, but lost his life.

This also came from Pang Dahai's observation of the battlefield.

Pang Dahai should be the craziest guy in the entire defense line. The air waves raised by the heavy artillery shells did not let this round-headed army captain hide in the trenches, but instead became the accompaniment and fireworks of his dance.

"Haha, I calculated correctly. Just fight like this and blow up the son of a bitch." Pang Dahai danced and shouted excitedly in the trench.

Leng Feng, who was more than ten meters away from him, was sweating coldly on his forehead.

Damn it, he met another tough guy, and he was an artilleryman.

Really, Leng Feng was sure that the fat guy in front of him was the most fierce artilleryman he had ever met in his life.

In the hand-to-hand combat more than 20 minutes ago, he was the first to rush into the Japanese infantry group. He saw this lively fat guy at a glance. He had nothing in his hands, but he was holding a Japanese infantryman's neck with both hands. When the opponent was desperately kicking and hitting him with his hands and feet, the fat guy took his fat head, which was a circle bigger than that of an ordinary person, and hit the Japanese infantryman's face fiercely.

One, two, three, four, five times, until the Japanese infantryman was limp and urinated, he stopped.

Leng Feng looked at the fat guy with blood all over his face and head, who didn't know whether it was his own or his opponent's blood, and he had already defined this guy as a "tough character" in his heart.

But he didn't expect that this fat guy was so tough that he was so tough that he was holding a broken telescope and dancing excitedly on the battlefield with air waves and shrapnel flying. He was afraid that he would not die!

Leng Feng moved towards the crazy fat man, intending to seize the opportunity to throw him into the trench. He admired this fat colleague of the same level as himself from the bottom of his heart, and he never wanted him to be killed by unpredictable shrapnel because of being too excited.

However, before he could act, Pang Dahai took the initiative to regain his composure.

"Hey, the damn Japanese want to run!" Pang Dahai suddenly lay on the edge of the trench, calmly looking at the battlefield with a telescope.

In the shadow of the shining artillery fire on the battlefield, the Japanese infantry kept running and then crawling, but the distance was constantly getting farther and farther. What else could they do if they didn't want to run?

"Six rounds of rapid fire are completed, the artillery fire extends 600 meters, no, 800 meters, continue six rounds of rapid fire!" The calm artillery captain roared loudly, and the telegraph operator sitting in the trench next to him immediately put on headphones to send a message.

Lieutenant Colonel Setouchi's life was lost in the hands of this crazy and calm fat man on the Chinese position.

Timely orders, accurate coordinates, and skilled Japanese artillerymen were all reasons for sending Lieutenant Colonel Setouchi, who was running wildly in the wilderness with his short legs, to the sky.

A shell exploded 20 meters to the left of more than 20 Japanese soldiers who were running wildly.

Unfortunately, this was a group of people from the front-line command of the 36th Infantry Brigade, including five combat staff officers and telegraph operators, signalmen, and guard infantry, including Lieutenant Colonel Setouchi.

The whole group was wiped out!

And Ushijima Mitsuru, who stayed farther away, finally rode his big white horse.

If he didn't run faster, he might not even have the chance to be shot.

Riding a white horse, without a waist knife, the once high-spirited major general of the 36th Infantry Brigade looked at the artillery fire in the distance with a sad face.