Rise From Eight Hundred

But until nine o'clock in the morning, the imagined Japanese Navy bombers did not appear.

That was because Admiral Hasegawa Kiyoshi, who received information from a radio reconnaissance plane, thought again and again and decided not to fight with those Chinese "desperadoes".

The benefits are really not proportional to the risks.

The total force of only one or two thousand people fell outside the Chinese defense line. When his bomber group flew over, it must have been within the range of the opponent's anti-aircraft guns. For such a group of "baggage teams" carrying supplies, it is really not worth it to risk one or two fighter planes being shot down.

Although the large amount of supplies carried by the baggage team will definitely be of great use to the Chinese, that is something that the army horses have to worry about, what does it have to do with his navy?

Therefore, even though Ushijima Sadao, who was so angry that his eyes turned blue, repeatedly asked Nagawa Kiyoshi, a navy admiral with whom he had a personal relationship, to send fighter planes to indiscriminately bomb the Chinese troops who hurriedly entered the Jiaxing defense line, Nagawa Kiyoshi decisively refused.

No one expected that the large amount of supplies that the independent battalion carried at the risk of the whole army being destroyed would one day become a disguise to confuse the enemy and become a baggage unit in the eyes of the Japanese naval reconnaissance pilots.

If Changchuan Guqing knew that the "baggage team" was the "murderer" who ambushed his naval bomber formation twice in Baihe Port, he would probably not consider the issue of benefits and risks.

It must be eliminated as soon as possible. Not to mention the loss of one or two fighter planes, even if it was to sacrifice half a fighter squadron, perhaps the admiral who was beaten black and blue by the Tang sword in the air would be willing.

But the Japanese missed this best opportunity.

Under the protection of the high muzzle of the anti-aircraft gun, the exhausted independent battalion used up the last bit of strength to walk the last two kilometers and reached the defense line.

At that moment, the more than 10,000 troops on the defense line who had entered the fortifications and had been watching them cheered involuntarily, first in one place, then in two places, and countless places

The mountains and the sea cheered, as if they had won a great victory.

The loud noise was even heard by the Japanese reconnaissance pilots who were constantly circling in the air and overlooking the Chinese defense line a few kilometers away.

The moment they watched the baggage team transporting carts of supplies into the clearly visible defense line like hardworking little ants amid the cheers of the mountains and the sea, the Japanese pilots may have realized that they had made a mistake.

No matter how powerful the "baggage team" is, it will not be so popular, not to mention that it has to serve as the rear guard of the entire army.

However, the two Japanese pilots on the two-seat reconnaissance plane modified from the Type 96 fighter chose to forget it tacitly and then left at high speed.

Wu and Guo, who arrived at the front-line permanent fortifications in person, watched the independent battalion enter the defense line intact, and their hearts, which had been hanging for a long time, were finally put down.

However, the two did not personally go to greet the independent battalion that returned last.

It was not that they were unhappy, but that Tang Dao was really too bold, which really made them feel satisfied. They didn't even close their eyes that night.

As calm as General Guo was, he was shocked when he learned that Tang Dao had chosen to evacuate in a moving-style manner. Although he was not a heavy smoker, he actually smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in two hours of constant pacing.

The reason why the independent battalion was chosen as the last batch of troops to retreat was, of course, because they were strong enough. If the Japanese army found clues and chased them despite the darkness of the night, the independent battalion and the two infantry regiments in front of them could quickly form a defense line to block the Japanese army in the wilderness.

More than 4,000 people might still not be enough, but it was still possible to stop the Japanese army for two hours.

Their task was to block the Japanese invaders for two hours, and then run as fast as they could. The main force would wait for them at the second defense line in Jiaxing.

For this reason, Lieutenant General Guo also found Tang Dao and asked him not to be stingy. In addition to the necessary ammunition and life-saving food, he could throw away the rest and try to reduce the burden on the soldiers.

At this moment, human life must be important, not supplies. With people, there will always be supplies.

As a result, Tang Dao was so good. He looked like a "good boy" in front of others, but he was moving like a moving house behind his back. On average, each soldier carried 30 kilograms of weight. In such a cold winter night, everyone was sweating profusely.

Not to mention the people, even those pack horses that could normally carry 200 kilograms and walk dozens of miles, at least half of the horses had white foam on their mouths, which was a sign of almost exhaustion.

The weight was more than one-third of the usual weight and the horses were not given time to rest. If they walked another two or three kilometers, it is estimated that the whole army could have fresh horse meat to eat today.

This "iron-headed" Tang Dao, seeing with his own eyes that his face was pale for the first time with two bags of grain hanging on his chest and a box of grenades on his shoulders, the two commanders hated and felt distressed.

They hated that this guy was so stingy that he even brought the necessary wooden boards for building fortifications and did not listen to the superiors; but he also practiced what he preached. As the highest commander of the independent battalion, he carried more weight than all the officers and soldiers in the battalion. The "outfit" he wore must have weighed at least 60 kilograms if not 70 kilograms.

On the battlefield, the Japanese failed to kill their beloved general, and he almost died of exhaustion on the way of retreat. It would be a lie for the two lieutenant generals to say that they didn't feel sorry for him.

However, no matter how sorry they were, it was all Tang Dao's own fault, and the two lieutenant generals would not indulge him.

In addition to asking the logistics department to send the steaming rice soup and steamed buns that had been prepared in the big pot to the officers and soldiers of the independent battalion to take a breath, the two chief officers did not go to the independent battalion, which was also an expression of their dissatisfaction with Tang Dao's maverick behavior.

Only Lieutenant General Gu with a big beard went to the independent camp to express his admiration for tough guys like Tang Dao.

"Haha, you are still a brave boy. You didn't even leave a hair for the Japanese. I admire you!" Lieutenant General Gu with a big beard slapped Tang Dao on the shoulder to express his excitement.

Even if it is risky, we have to bite our teeth and take all the supplies with us. We are retreating, not running away without armor. Tang Dao's approach is very much to Lieutenant General Gu's liking.

That is, that slap that expressed his feelings almost knocked down Battalion Commander Tang.

No matter how powerful Tang Dao is, he is not a god, and his strength is limited. After marching for more than 20 kilometers with a load of 70 to 80 kilograms, his physical strength is also greatly consumed. Although Lieutenant General Gu, who practiced martial arts and served as a "pole soldier" when he was young, is over 40 years old, he has enough strength. Even if he personally goes into battle to kill two or three Japanese soldiers, it is not a problem.

It was still Tan Tai Ming Yue who was quick to support Tang Dao and rolled her eyes at the excited Lieutenant General with a big beard.

She certainly respected the Lieutenant General, but the Lieutenant General rank was useless to her for a guy who wanted to beat her lover who was already exhausted to death.

Tan Tai Ming Yue was also a person with a temper. She would only be gentle to the people she liked.

"You must be tired after the long march. Take a rest first. Old Gu will not disturb you. Old Gu has nothing else to give a small gift to the brothers." The Lieutenant General with a big beard smiled and left two minutes faster than he came.

However, the adjutant of the 128th Division left a small bag.

Zhuang Shi San opened it and almost cried.

It was a bag of milk candy. It was a few days ago when the advance group returned. In order to express gratitude to the two infantry regiments of the 128th Division for risking their lives to cover them, Tang Dao asked Zhuang Shi San to go to the door to give a special thank-you gift to the master of the 128th Division.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, the thank-you gift was returned intact by the lieutenant general of the army.

Obviously, that was because they were afraid that the officers and soldiers of their independent battalion would consume a lot of physical energy and could not be replenished without sufficient sugar.

After this night, even the soldiers of the former security regiment knew the importance of sugar. A candy can be more useful than a meal at a critical moment.

It is not a big gift, but the thought is rare.

This is what is called friendly forces!

The senior officials of the independent battalion were very moved by this bag of candy. Coming from the security regiment, they were either respected or despised. Chief of Staff Zhuang, who rarely felt this kind of sincere warmth from others, was even more tearful.

Perhaps this is the power of standing shoulder to shoulder.

Not only the independent battalion, but also the entire defense line, from the Northeast Army, Sichuan Army, and Hunan Army from all over the world.

The last national defense line in western Zhejiang, Jiaxing!

Tang Dao stood in front of the independent battalion, which had been ordered to sit down and replenish food and water after unloading supplies, and looked at the wilderness and the vaguely visible mountains behind.

He led the entire battalion to win a battle without gunpowder smoke, but what should he do next?

After this line of defense, there was no national defense fortification that could stop the Japanese invaders. If they lost this line of defense, they would only be able to rely on their flesh and blood to resist.