Rise From Eight Hundred

Feeling the tenderness from the moon in the sky, and looking at the soldiers who were still on high alert in the trenches outside the headquarters, Tang Dao's heart gradually calmed down.

The dead are dead, but there are more people alive. They may not be elite now, but they have the determination to fight. In the days to come, they will lead more people to fight with them...

In this long war, they will inflict more casualties on the Japanese army until one day, they leave with countless small wooden boxes.

Because this is not only a sacrifice, but also a victory.

The victory won with life is precious!

He rubbed his face hard with his hands for a few times, rubbing the hot tears and the unfinished gunpowder on his face, and looked back at his subordinates who were standing solemnly waiting for him.

"Let's go, a few of you come with me to visit the wounded and go to Hill No. 3 to have a look!"

"Yes! Sir!" Lei Xiong and others stood at attention and saluted.

The station where the medical team is located should be the most strictly protected area.

It was a natural karst cave. Outside the cave entrance, not only was there an infantry platoon digging trenches to guard it closely, but also sufficient camouflage was done. There was also an additional infantry company deployed around it to prevent a sneak attack by a small group of Japanese troops.

Seeing Tang Dao coming quickly, the soldiers in the trenches stood up and saluted their commander who had created a miracle.

That can only be explained by a miracle.

News has come from the front that all the Japanese troops have retreated.

That was a Japanese army with nearly 10,000 troops, with airplanes and artillery to help, while they had only more than 2,000 people, and the only thing they could rely on was the position they had built for a day and a night.

The two sides were not on the same level at all, and all of them were ready to fight to the death.

But the Japanese retreated, after a day and a night of fighting.

If it weren't for Tang Dao's regulations that salutes were not allowed on the battlefield, the dozens of soldiers here would definitely use military etiquette to express their highest respect for the commander.

Tang Dao nodded to the second lieutenant platoon leader who ran over, waved to the soldiers in the trenches to signal everyone to relax, but cast his eyes on a ragged soldier squatting at the entrance of the cave.

The soldier just kept squatting at the entrance of the cave with his head in his arms, as if he didn't hear the footsteps of Tang Dao and others walking towards him.

"Why is this stubborn kid still here? Didn't I ask you to take him to rest! What are you doing?" Lei Xiong frowned and growled at the infantry platoon leader who stood upright.

"Deputy battalion commander, it's not that we don't want to! It's this little guy who doesn't want to do it! Look, he basically didn't eat a bite of the canned beef and steamed buns we prepared for him. From last night to now, he has been guarding here, saying that he wants to wait for his company commander and brothers to come out to eat together." The second lieutenant platoon leader explained with a bitter face.

"He didn't even want to lie down on the blankets I prepared for him, and insisted on squatting there!"

Tang Dao had already recognized this thin soldier. The Zhongzheng rifle next to him, which was still stained with blood, was handed to him by him personally.

He waved his hand to stop the second lieutenant platoon leader's explanation with a little guilt, and strode forward until he came to Potato.

"Soldier, report your number!"

Potato, who had been holding his head in grief, heard the familiar voice, suddenly looked up and saw that it was Tang Dao. Tears suddenly flowed down his eyes, and he jumped up and tried his best to stand up straight: "Report to the commander, Zheng Chaoqian, the second private of the 7th Company of the 145th Division of the 23rd Army, reports to you!"

"Very good! I haven't forgotten your number, and you look like a soldier. But why did Deputy Battalion Commander Lei order you to rest, but you disobeyed the order and stayed here? I order you to rest immediately." Tang Dao nodded, said with a serious face, and turned his head to look at the second lieutenant platoon leader. "Take him to eat and sleep."

"Sir, I won't go. I want to wait for the company commander and brothers here. The nurses won't let me in, so I'll wait for them here." Potato stood there stubbornly.

Tang Dao's face was filled with anger. This was considered a violation of orders in the battle. No matter what the reason, it was not allowed.

Zhuang Shisan, who was following behind, desperately winked at the stubborn soldier. Although not all the soldiers on the No. 3 high ground died in the battle, there were still dozens of seriously injured soldiers alive, but they were either missing arms and legs or had several big holes on their bodies. None of them were intact. This little guy was the only one who was intact. If he was punished by military law for violating orders, it would be too unworthy.

"Sir, I beg you, my brothers from the two infantry companies on the No. 3 high ground, those who can breathe are all here, I have to stay here with them, if they are alive, I will feed them water, if they die, I will wipe their faces and let them go on the road cleanly, I only have these brothers." Potato, who felt Tang Dao's anger, begged.

Tang Dao's heart ached again!

Of course he knew what the soldier was thinking.

That was because he didn't want to be alone! Every time the wounded soldiers survived, he would feel more warmth from his comrades.

So, he didn't want to leave here.

"I can fully understand your feelings, but you have to trust the medical staff, they will do their best." Tang Dao's face softened again. "Besides, you don't have to go too far, just stay here, eat something and take a rest. I believe that if your brothers wake up, they don't want to see you in such a miserable state, don't you think?"

"Yes, sir!" Potato's face was full of tears, and he finally gave in and stopped insisting. He stood at attention and saluted Tang Dao.

Tang Dao's face became solemn again.

It's over. This soldier has violated military orders again. Zhuang Shisan felt a little bitter.

As the only survivor on Hill No. 3, Zhuang Shisan, the chief of staff, had already thought about how to set him up as an example, and had prepared for him to be promoted to the rank of corporal.

Who knew that he would keep making mistakes, and in front of Tang Dao.

But Tang Dao's performance was obviously different from what he imagined.

"You and your comrades did a good job. Because of your tenacity, we won the victory in this blocking battle." Tang Dao suddenly said. "Here, please accept our salute on their behalf!"

"Salute!" Tang Dao roared softly.

Standing at attention, an army colonel saluted a second-class private of the lowest rank.

He deserved it, and his comrades deserved it even more.

After a brief surprise, a group of lieutenant colonels and majors behind Tang Dao, including second lieutenants and soldiers in the trenches, stood up and saluted Potato, who looked at a loss.

After a while, Potato, who was saluted by a large number of soldiers, finally reacted.

It was not that he was saluted by a group of superiors and comrades with the highest military etiquette, but what Tang Dao just said, victory

"Sir, did we win this battle?" Potato asked blankly.

"Yes, we won." A smile appeared on Tang Dao's face.

"If we hadn't won this battle and the Japanese had retreated, then my salute would be against the rules, right?"

The Japanese army had retreated for more than an hour, but no one dared to say victory before Tang Dao really announced it. The main reason was that the Japanese still had artillery. What if a group of people jumped into the trenches and cheered excitedly, and the Japanese came with a burst of artillery?

If they fell before dawn, that was what Tang Dao didn't want to see.

So, until he came here, Tang Dao had been suppressing the news of victory. Now, in order to prevent this soldier from being punished by military law, Tang Dao could only announce it.

Of course, a scout just sent a signal that the Japanese army had retreated two kilometers away, and the threat was completely lifted.

The soldiers here are qualified to enjoy the taste of victory. That was what they paid for with their blood, including the people who are buried here, they need to hear the shout of victory.

"Sir, did we really win?" The second lieutenant platoon leader's lips were trembling with excitement.

"Yes, we won." Tang Dao nodded.

"Dayu, blow the horn to inform the whole army, we won."

The loud trumpet sounded through the hills.

"We won!"

"We won!"

Potato and a group of soldiers trembled their lips and repeated nervously.

Perhaps because the impact of this news was too great, no one in the trench cheered for a long time, but instead they all muttered in disbelief.

Until Potato suddenly ran wildly, ran to an open space outside the trench, and roared like a wolf in the direction of Hill No. 3: "Brothers of the Seventh and Ninth Companies, did you hear that? We won and drove the devils away."

"We won, we won!"

"The devils lost!"

The soldiers jumped out of the trenches with guns, stood on the top of the mountain, roared and shouted at the mountains.

The roars of dozens of people alarmed the rest of the soldiers. When they were sure that the roars came from their own people and heard the trumpet representing victory, they joined the ranks of crazy roars of victory after a while.

The cheers of more than a thousand people alarmed the two hills. Hundreds of men with dirty faces and eyes and eyebrows that could hardly be distinguished, and many of their dark blue jackets were already tattered, jumped and shouted on the top of the mountain like crazy.

The huge roars of two thousand people exploded between the hills.

They raised their guns high and roared in the direction where the Japanese army left.

Even Tan Tai Ming Yue, like the soldiers around her, shouted loudly.

But this time, she didn't take a pen, but held her Browning high to the sky, her fair face flushed red.

The pen can't defeat the enemy, but the gun can.

Here, the Japanese army was defeated;

Here, the Japanese army lost their armor;

Here, the Japanese army returned without success;

"We won, but Chen San Guo, Ma Zi Guo, you didn't see it!" Potato covered his face and cried.

As they shouted, more people had tears flowing down their faces.

Those were not tears of happiness, but tears of sorrow.

When tasting victory, they lacked the company of many brothers. How sad it is.

They stood here, cheering for victory, but they were lying in the cold mud.

Brother, can you hear it?

We won!

You must be able to hear it, because you are here, never far away.

Hill No. 3 is silent, but the wind is howling! ...

ps: I had something to do during the day, so the update is late!