Rise From Eight Hundred

Hill No. 3 fell into a brief calm, and compared with the other two hills with fierce gunfire, it was so quiet that it was almost eerie.

But almost all the Chinese commanders focused their attention on Hill No. 3.

Because, before the storm comes, it is always the quietest.

Tang Dao received a report from Wei Donglai on the front line over the phone.

Tang Dao's face was as calm as a rock in winter.

Perhaps only those who are familiar with him can feel the sadness hidden in his cold and sharp eyes.

In just half a day of fighting, Hill No. 3 lost more than 170 people, 100 died in battle, 70 were seriously injured, and more than 120 people from two infantry companies were still holding on to the position...

Just before the bloody hand-to-hand combat just now, Wei Donglai had already mobilized the reserve of his last infantry platoon.

If the battle continues at this intensity, the defenders of Hill No. 3 will be exhausted before sunset.

Huge casualties are not the most terrible.

If we look at the record, these two Sichuan Army companies, which are named after revenge, definitely have the best record of the Sichuan Army in this era.

There were more than 500 bodies in front of their positions without counting.

The 1:3 casualty ratio was enough for them to avenge their previous shame.

However, the battle situation was developing in the worst direction expected by Tang Dao. The crazy Kunisaki Zheng really started a war of attrition, but he consumed the lackey Jing'an Army instead of the regular army under his command.

The Japanese army seemed to have identified the point of Hill No. 3. Although the battle situation on the other two hills was also fierce, it was far from the point where the infantry of both sides had fought several close battles for the front-line trenches.

"Wei Donglai, tell me, can you still hold on? If not, I will send an additional infantry company to reinforce your unit!" Tang Dao tried to calm his tone.

"Sir, I need reinforcements, but I know that the Japanese artillery is waiting for the reinforcements. The brothers can't die in vain under the Japanese shells. Let me and my brothers hold on for a while. As long as the Japanese and the second devils are not so crazy, I think it's no problem to hold on until night." Wei Donglai replied.

"Okay! Do you need anything else?" Tang Dao nodded.

He could send a reconnaissance team to the Japanese area for reconnaissance and guidance. The Japanese were certainly not pushovers. Their reconnaissance scouts would certainly hide in the mountains and forests to observe the rear of the highlands. Once they found reinforcements, the Japanese heavy artillery would open fire.

Daytime is not the best time for reinforcements. This was discussed by Tang Dao with the commanders of the highlands before the war.

"I have only one request!"

"Speak!"

"I request to send a stretcher team to transport our seriously wounded! Otherwise, I'm afraid many brothers won't make it to the evening. The hemostatic drugs on the battlefield are useless for their injuries, and I can't watch them die."

"Okay! I promise you this request!" Without hesitation, Tang Dao agreed. :.

A small transfer of wounded soldiers may seem simple, but it is actually extremely difficult.

Just as Tang Dao worried, the Japanese army also played the game of "siege the city and attack the reinforcements". The Japanese scouts hiding in the mountains and forests fired a signal flare as soon as they saw a figure moving towards Hill No. 3 in the distance.

The Japanese artillery group immediately opened fire at the coordinates that had been predetermined, and the artillery fire almost covered all the mountain roads leading to Hill No. 3.

A stretcher team of 10 people plus six armed escort soldiers, only half of them can finally pass the blockade.

If an infantry company is really sent, I am afraid that no more than 50 can reach the hill alive.

However, this is the simplest request of the commander who fought bloody battles on the hill. As a commander, Tang Dao, who understands him very well, will not let him down.

The price is naturally huge.

Three consecutive stretcher teams rushed into the artillery fire and carried 15 seriously injured people from the hill at the cost of 16 casualties.

16 people died! 15 people may not survive.

In fact, only 6 of the seriously injured people carried from the hill survived until the third day after the war.

If this is an arithmetic problem, Tang Dao, the answerer, will fail completely.

But war is never a simple calculation of numbers.

Tang Dao thinks it is worth it.

Just like he led these soldiers to fight here.

As a future man, he certainly knows that with the current trend of the entire war, the song of Jinling's tragedy is inevitable. He can completely lead his troops to retreat to the other side of the river, purge his subordinates and plan to fight again in the future.

But he didn't. Even if he was a mantis trying to stop a chariot, he had to ask these beasts for an explanation for the tragedy of Jinling. If he missed today, it would be difficult for him to find them again.

If these beasts want to be butchers, they must first taste the taste of being slaughtered.

His soldiers also think it is worth it.

The soldiers of the stretcher team threw themselves into the artillery fire without hesitation, even if they knew they would never return.

They not only saved the lives of the seriously injured, but more importantly, they defended the last hope of their comrades on the high ground.

You dare to die, we dare to die too!

For a soldier, the most important thing is life and death, but for commanders, what they have to face is whether a hundred people die or a thousand people die, whether a thousand people die or ten thousand people die.

This is war. Whether it is the highest commander or the middle and low-level officers or soldiers, they have to make their own choices because of what they want to stick to.

The Tang sword determines the life and death of more than 2,000 people; Wei Donglai determines whether he and more than a hundred people under his command will survive; the soldiers decide whether they can sacrifice their lives.

But perhaps no one on both sides of China and Japan expected that the previous blood-curdling tragedy was just a warm-up compared to the sunny afternoon.

Everyone underestimated Kunisaki's determination, including Li Shoushan and Takeuchi Yunshan.

Through the analysis of the battle report, Kunisaki determined that among the three high grounds of the Chinese side, High Ground No. 3 was the one with the weakest firepower. After a morning of bloody battles, they were now at the end of their strength.

As long as they exerted a little more strength, they would collapse.

The Jing'an Army, which had almost been defeated, did not become the main force this time. A Japanese infantry battalion replaced them.

Takeuchi Yunshan, who had not spoken for a full hour, read the handwritten order of Major General Kunisaki sent by the messenger. The first sentence he said was to issue a military order to reorganize the team attacking the hilltop, and to form a death squad with two nearly full infantry squadrons plus a cavalry squadron that arrived almost at the same time as Kunisaki's handwritten order to re-launch a desperate attack.

Cavalry naturally have horses. Hill No. 3 is not a steep place. The slope is relatively gentle, so it is not difficult to ride up the mountain. They will wait until two infantry squadrons rush into the position before riding up the mountain, using the height and strength of the horses to wield sabers to finally destroy the Chinese soldiers who may engage in hand-to-hand combat on the position.

In addition, the two Type 89 tanks were brought to the bottom of the hillside of Hill No. 3 by the tank soldiers through the road paved with sandbags and wood by the engineers. The thick armor and the 57mm tank guns raised high gave the Japanese infantry enough courage.

This is also the tactical adjustment made by Takeuchi Yunshan after he learned the lesson of being defeated by the Chinese in the last round of hand-to-hand combat under his command. No matter how powerful the Chinese are, they can only resist in vain in front of the sabers wielded by the cavalry riding tall horses.

Since ancient times, infantry have been nothing but chickens and dogs in front of cavalry rushing into the ranks, even in the era of hot weapons.

Of course, the reason why Takeuchi Yunshan dared to invest nearly 400 regular troops was because the naval bomber formation arrived.

The commander of the Japanese naval fleet, who suffered losses again, was extremely angry. In the second wave of attack, he sent a huge bomber formation with 8 fighters escorting and 18 bombers fully loaded with bombs.

However, the huge and aggressive bomber formation was honest after all. It did not descend to an altitude below 1,000 meters, but dropped bombs at an altitude of 1,000 meters.

There was no resistance on the ground.

Everyone hid in the tunnel.

Japanese fighter planes dropped more than 6 tons of bombs on three hills.

In addition, under the personal order of Kunisaki Shige, 4 105 howitzers, 16 mountain guns, and 12 infantry guns bombarded Hill No. 3 for more than two hours.

According to statistics from the Japanese logistics officer after the war, at the request of Major General Kunisaki Shige, 32 artillery pieces fired a total of 3,000 shells, and only 105 howitzers fired 200 shells.

And that was half of the 105mm howitzer shells.

It can be said that since the violent bombing and shelling in the afternoon, the two positions on the top of Hill No. 3 have almost ceased to exist. The soil on the top of the hill is soft. If you step down, the stone powder and soil that have been blown into powder can bury your ankles.

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