Rise From Eight Hundred

Accompanied by the long blast of a hand-cranked siren.

Groups of Jing'an troops entered the battlefield from five hundred meters away.

The two infantry battalions of the first brigade of the Jing'an Army appear to have tactical proficiency from their offensive direction and personnel distribution.

Although there were two infantry battalions with nearly a thousand troops, the front-line commanders of the Jing'an Army did not commit all these troops to the first wave of attacks at once.

On a defense line with a width of 1,000 meters, the Jingan Army invested a total of more than 300 troops in two infantry companies in the first wave, with more than 200 meters behind them, followed by two infantry companies, and the other two infantry companies , then one on the left and one on the left began to move hundreds of meters away on both wings under the sight of the defenders.

They are clearly telling the defenders that I have to go around to both sides. As long as I climb over the mountains and forests, it will be difficult for you.

Obviously, the two infantry companies on both wings were not used for the main attack, but for mobilizing troops on the defense line. But even if the commander knew their intentions, he could only choose to mobilize troops to respond.

The mountains in Wannan are not as beautiful as the mountains in Jiangnan, and are obviously more steep. However, if the two infantry companies can find a suitable climbing path in the mountains, the partial division can become the main attack at any time.

Faced with this situation, Tang Dao just smiled coldly, waved to his guard platoon leader, and gave him some instructions in a low voice. The guard platoon leader waved, and the guard platoon, all equipped with submachine guns, followed him through the traffic trench. Run to the second trench.

In the trench, the Sichuan Army battalion commander, whose face turned pale with nervousness, after listening to the order conveyed by the guard platoon leader, called out his second company commander with a wave of his hand and asked him to lead two infantry platoons to obey the man in front of him who was obviously Tang. The arrangement was made by the second lieutenant platoon leader of the guard platoon whom Dao trusted very much.

For a captain to listen to a second lieutenant, it should be quite frustrating in terms of military rank, but both the Sichuan Army major and the Sichuan Army captain took the initiative to ignore it.

The reason is very simple. Before they achieved any military exploits, they were still deserters. The colonel commander with a profound background was shot dead by the Tang battalion commander. What qualifications did they have to raise conditions?

Not to mention that the guard platoon leader was a popular person next to Battalion Commander Tang and could not be offended. Even an ordinary infantry platoon leader had nothing to be wronged about.

The guard platoon was divided into two, with 20 soldiers on each side. The two Sichuan infantry platoons had no special requirements, except that each person was required to carry 6 grenades, one for each infantry platoon.

The Sichuan Army, like most Chinese armies, lacks heavy firepower and grenades to make up for it. There is no replenishment of the heavy weapons needed after entering Jinling territory, but they have enough grenades. Ten thousand grenades for an infantry regiment is the maximum given to them by the Ministry of Military Affairs. benefits.

In order to make it easier for him to escape, the dead captain distributed the remaining grenades to each individual soldier before retreating. Each person had five or six grenades on his body, which was more generous than the independent battalion.

Obviously, placing fifty or sixty men on each wing was Tang Dao's response to the two infantry companies of the Jing'an Army that circled along the mountain.

Although the Major of the Sichuan Army in the second trench was a little worried, the top commander here was Tang Dao. He did whatever he said, and the submachine guns hanging on all the soldiers in the guard platoon were very reassuring.

This thing is extremely rare in the Sichuan Army, but that does not prove that he has not seen the power of this thing. When the army was surrounded by tens of thousands of people from the Sichuan Army, it was a death squad of more than a hundred people, all equipped with this fancy device. , using bullets like a downpour to carve out a bloody path, allowing the main force to escape.

Although the Jing'an Army looks very impressive, with light and heavy machine guns, grenade launchers, and infantry artillery to assist them, they are just holding 38-type rifles and entering the jungle-covered mountains to engage in hand-to-hand combat. Shooting type firearms are as numb as claws.

Otherwise, this Sichuan Army major has a clever mind! In the end, the battle situation on both wings was almost the same as he imagined.

Perhaps the only thing he didn't expect was that his two infantry platoons also played a huge role.

Of course, that was a battle taking place hundreds of meters away, and he had no control over it. The first priority now was to withstand the attack from the front.

More than 300 Jing'an troops from two infantry companies began to bend and trot from 300 meters away. Each infantry was separated by more than five meters. This was to prevent heavy machine gun fire and the mortars that scared them the most.

The heavy machine gun positions and infantry artillery positions located at the sides and rear are also ready. If there is a heavy Chinese firepower point, they will carry out a saturation attack on the general area.

However, what is strange is that the infantry at the front can already clearly see the craters blown up by the artillery shells on the Chinese position, and there is no movement at all on the Chinese position.

Deathly silent.

In the temporary headquarters built on a huge boulder, Li Shoushan and his major military advisor, who had originally looked confident, were no longer as relaxed as before. They kept patrolling the Chinese position area with telescopes, as if they could see more. It's like seeing one more flower.

However, neither the infantry who continued to advance fearfully nor the generals who could not figure out the Chinese intentions did not hear even a single gunshot from the Chinese position during these suffocating minutes.

Not to mention heavy machine guns and light machine guns, there are no rifles or pistols either.

It was like there was no one on the Chinese side.

But this is absolutely impossible. In the probing attack 20 minutes ago, the Chinese resisted at a distance of more than 100 meters, and there were about dozens of infantry shooting.

"Baga! What conspiracy are the Chinese playing?" Ishiwata Yingjie couldn't help muttering to himself.

His mentality at this moment was quite like waiting for the second boot to land on the floor above. The less the Chinese defenders fired, the more uncertain he felt.

"Don't worry, Ishiwata-kun. No matter what conspiracy, it will be crushed under the iron fist of the imperial army!" Li Shoushan still had some demeanor of a general at this moment.

However, the calmness of completely putting himself in the role of the Japanese made Ishiwata Yingjie's mouth slightly twitched.

If this guy didn't speak pure Northeastern dialect, he would have had the urge to treat this guy as a compatriot at that moment.

Unfortunately, it wasn't.

Whether it was Ishiwata Yingjie or Li Shoushan, both of them actually understood their respective roles and positions. Li Shoushan, the famous traitor, was determined to follow the Japanese, but the Japanese had to be guarded against. Not only were most of the lower-level officers in the Jing'an Army Japanese, but the so-called military advisers were actually just military supervisors with the title of advisers.

Li Shoushan, who changed his career halfway and relied on flattery to gain connections and eventually surrendered to the Japanese, may not have other skills, but he was ruthless. Even though he felt that the battlefield was so strange that he felt a little scared, he still looked ahead coldly and did not make any tactical changes.

The two infantry companies advanced in silence, like a field of khaki grasshoppers, getting closer and closer to the Chinese position.

"Platoon leader, why don't they shoot?" Di Gua, who had retreated to the second-line trench, took a peek outside the trench through the gap between the branches and leaves, and asked the second lieutenant who was leaning in the trench with his rifle and closed his eyes to rest with trepidation.

For the young soldier, although he felt a lot more at ease with so many comrades suddenly, he was still on the battlefield after all, and the outcome of the battle still depended on whether he could walk out of this position alive.

The Japanese army had already approached 200 meters from the front-line trenches. According to convention, even if the infantry did not fire to save bullets, the machine guns should have fired to suppress them!

"Why are you panicking? Those brothers have their own way of fighting. Let's just wait and see!" The second lieutenant also raised his head and quickly glanced outside the trench, then retracted his head and said with certainty: "Those two devils are going to be in big trouble."

"Why!" The young soldier didn't know where his platoon leader's confidence came from.

"No wonder you are called sweet potato, you are such a fool, haven't you seen the equipment of those brothers?" The second lieutenant sighed and looked at the old Hanyang rifle in his hand helplessly. "I just roughly counted them. There are about a hundred people. There are more than ten submachine guns and more than a dozen Mauser pistols. If the Japanese dare to stand up and charge, they will be killed."

"When can I have the pistol that the commander has on his waist?" When talking about the equipment of the Second Company of the Independent Battalion, Digua couldn't help but miss the Browning pistol stuck in Tang Dao's waist.

When entering the trench, Tang Dao, who had no military rank, was very kind to the infantry platoon left alone. He not only took the initiative to shake hands with the platoon leader who was so happy, but also gently patted the thin Digua on the shoulder.

Digua, who was dizzy with the huge surprise, didn't know what level of commander Tang Dao was, but he was attracted by the American-made pistol stuck in his waist, which looked very powerful at first glance.

It's not that Digua has a good eye for goods, but as a new recruit in the platoon, he now has a "single-shot" rifle, commonly known as a bird gun, with a range of only thirty or forty meters. For this rifle that is longer than him, Digua has long been enough.

"Nonsense, he is the highest commander here, his subordinates are so well equipped, how can his gun be bad?" The second lieutenant rolled his eyes. "When the fight starts later, you hide for me. If possible, I will find a way to get you a Hanyang rifle."

"Really?" Digua instantly threw Browning's appearance out of the sky and grinned.

Dreams are dreams after all, and reality is the most important. The soldier is still very clear about this.

"Da da da!" The crisp sound of machine guns suddenly resounded throughout the battlefield.