Rise From Eight Hundred

"Kill!" A soldier next to Yang Xiaoshan rushed down with a rifle with a bayonet already fixed.

The soldier was very thin, and the rank on the collar badge was only a low-ranking sergeant, which was already a low rank in the independent battalion where the rank was basically promoted by two levels.

This military order rushed to the front of the entire team at once, probably wanting to make merit!

But perhaps only those who are familiar with this soldier know why this young soldier who took the initiative to apply for transfer from the 4th Company of the 67th Army Guard to the independent battalion when the independent battalion was established was for.

That was Yang Bicheng, who was once called a "coward" by his comrades, but he is still "cowardly" until now.

Because the reason he chose to leave the old unit and join the independent battalion was that he was afraid of seeing familiar faces leaving like his cousin, so he chose to join the new unit.

And the reason why he was not afraid of the familiar comrades who were destined to leave in the new unit was to use the words he said when he applied to Lei Xiong: I am the weakest in everything, but I will no longer be as cowardly as before, so I should be the first to die, please leave me, sir. If I die, the superiors don't need to bother to send the news back to my family. My brother said that there are loyal bones buried everywhere in the green mountains. My grandfather couldn't wait for the six of us brothers to return home, so he should know that I, as his grandson, didn't lose face for him.

Lei Xiong, who had given the order that led to the death of Yang Bicheng's cousin in the war, couldn't refuse Yang Bicheng's request. He personally found the commander of the 67th Army Guard Battalion and was willing to exchange 30 rifles and 10 Type 14 Nambu pistols for this famous "coward" soldier in the guard battalion.

The lieutenant colonel guard battalion commander hesitated for a long time and personally asked Yang Bicheng for his opinion. After receiving a positive answer, he finally sighed and agreed. However, he confiscated the guns that Lei Xiong used to exchange, but instead gave Yang Bicheng the Browning pistol that he spent hundreds of dollars to buy.

It's not that he was reluctant to part with this "coward", but that he respected the six brothers of the Yang family who went out of their hometown to join the army to fight against the Japanese.

Six people from the family joined the army, five of them died in battle, and now the only one left is also determined to die, which is unique in the entire army, and he deserves it.

Of course, the lieutenant colonel confiscated Lei Xiong's gift, but made a request to Lei Xiong, asking him to let Yang Bicheng survive if possible. All the young and strong people in the family died in the battlefield, which is really a big blow to that family.

People often know the glory of loyalty and martyrdom, but never think about the grief and helplessness of many old, weak, women and children behind them.

From now on, the shoulders of the elderly will bear heavy labor; from now on, there will be no minced meat in the bowls of children; from now on, the tenderness of women missing their husbands will only be in dreams.

When assigning soldiers to the independent battalion, Lei Xiong originally wanted to assign Yang Bicheng to the guard platoon, which was a unit that would not be sent to the front line unless necessary. However, Yang Shoucheng's stubbornness was beyond Lei Xiong's imagination. He asked to go to the infantry company twice in a row, and even bit his middle finger to write a blood letter to the battalion headquarters. Tang Dao, who was so busy that he could not touch the ground, knew about him.

In the end, Tang Dao personally ordered him to be assigned to Li Jiujin's second company.

This was also Tang Dao's consideration. Leng Feng had a strong personality and suffered the pain of losing his family and brother. Naturally, his tactics were harder and colder. Although Qian Dazhu had a flexible mind, he lacked sufficient battlefield command experience and needed to be sharpened. Only Li Jiujin had been in the army for many years and was the best at hiding his edge. He did not seem to rush and fight fiercely on the battlefield, and the casualties were not heavy, but the results were not inferior at all. The tactics under the command of this kind of personality with a hidden needle in cotton were the most sophisticated.

A soldier like Yang Bicheng who was determined to die might get the best protection and training under his command.

As long as the time spent on the battlefield is long enough and you are not afraid of death, it is not easy to die. This is also Tang Dao's understanding of the battlefield.

Such soldiers valued by the two superiors were assigned to Li Jiujin, and he naturally did not dare to be careless. He specially put Yang Bicheng under the command of Yang Xiaoshan, who was calm and not impulsive. He also specially arranged a veteran to serve as the deputy squad leader of the infantry squad and ordered him to pay attention to the safety of this young soldier who had five brothers killed in the battle.

"Fuck you, you idiot, you want to die!" Wang Changshou, an old soldier from the Sichuan Army, cursed angrily, but he could not change the fact that Yang Bicheng had rushed out two meters in the lead.

The old soldier who was old enough to be Yang Bicheng's father could only bite the bullet and follow closely with a submachine gun.

Behind them were two infantry squads and Yang Xiaoshan, the platoon leader, 16 people, most of whom were holding rifles with good bayonets. The four squad leaders and deputy squad leaders were holding submachine guns. Two light machine guns, four shooters and two grenade launchers were carrying equipment and following far behind.

Under the attack of grenades, the Japanese infantry suffered heavy losses. Even if they were not killed or injured, they should have been dizzy and tinnitus by the continuous and terrifying explosions of grenades.

The 18 infantrymen who were like tigers descending from the mountain seemed to be a little less, but they were the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Yang Xiaoshan, who had experienced several bloody battlefields in a row, was no longer the timid corporal who had met Tang Dao for the first time. He was not afraid when he had to act decisively.

"Blow the charge! Except for the firepower points, the rest of you, charge!" Looking at the backs of more than a dozen soldiers rushing with guns from a distance, Tang Dao ordered Xia Dayu who followed him.

"Tick-tick! Tick-tick!" Xia Dayu stood up, puffed up his cheeks and blew the charge.

"Kill!" The two infantry squads crawling on the top of the hill raised their guns and rushed down.

"Kill the chicken!" Morita Shinji looked ashen, but he bulged his eyes and screamed desperately.

Although the Chinese grenade attack must have caused heavy losses to their own side, and they did not hesitate to launch a charge when the terrain and firepower were superior, Shinji Morita made the most correct response at such a critical moment.

If he orders a retreat at this time, once the position here is lost, only the two wings that are fighting fiercely with the Chinese will be left. Not only will the maneuvering space be completely lost, but more importantly, the Chinese firepower point on the top of the slope will be completely unscrupulous. Throw to the wings.

Then he and his men will completely lose the initiative on the battlefield. At that time, his only chance of survival is no longer in his own hands, but when reinforcements will arrive.

It is undoubtedly foolish to hand over the right to life to others on the battlefield, even if it is a friendly army.

However, this should be the last time Shinji Morita makes a right or wrong decision.

Niu Er, who killed the signal soldier with one shot, kept his eyes on this area. For this reason, he did not fire a single shot for several minutes, just to find the big fish.

In the general area where the signal corps is located, the probability of an enemy commander appearing is greater than 50%. This is what he learned from Tang Dao.

Shinji Morita probed the battlefield and barked orders. Although his helmet was only exposed and the time never exceeded ten seconds, he was also discovered by Ushiji who had been focusing on that area.

"Bang!" Niu Er did not hesitate to shoot, aiming at the green helmet.

After issuing the military order, Morita Shinji no longer had to worry about the painful question of whether he could go back.

A 7.62mm bullet hit the side of the 90mm steel helmet straight away. The rounded arc angle was too small and the bullet did not bounce off in time. Instead, it was penetrated by a bullet with full energy. The bullet with slightly reduced kinetic energy had completely penetrated the steel helmet. It deformed, rolled, penetrated the skin, broke bones, and entered the side of the human brain. It stopped running until it got stuck in the hard skull.

There was no violent flow of blood. Even except for the blood hole on the left side of the brain, the entire head seemed to be intact.

However, Major Shinji Morita's pupils have begun to dilate, like a skinned frog, with his limbs standing straight and trembling!

The nerves connecting the brain to the limbs have been almost torn apart by the tumbling bullets. Even the most skilled surgeon in the world cannot repair the Japanese Army Major whose head has become a mess.

This is actually a good ending for this Japanese army major.

At least, he would not watch his soldiers being slaughtered like chickens by Chinese soldiers before inserting a bayonet into his heart.

Those who die first are always a little bit happier because they don't have to worry.

Yang Bicheng's footsteps were getting faster and faster. The coward who was once most afraid of death was exactly what he said, and he took the initiative to rush to the road of death.

Of course, wanting to die doesn't mean he can die in a meaningless way.

Yang Bicheng hoped that he could kill at least five Japs, otherwise he would be embarrassed to go underground to meet his brothers who were waiting for him.

The Chinese soldier who wanted to die had his first trophy.