Rise From Eight Hundred

The first squad of the third platoon of the fourth company received an order to detour to the 400-meter area behind the Shifeng area to block any Japanese troops fleeing in their direction.

Kill without mercy!

The detour route is actually not long, only about four miles.

But where is the road in the forest?

A squad of 14 infantrymen can only walk through the rugged rocks and dense bushes. When they reach the designated location, Potato, who has been running at the front of the infantry squad, not only has scars on his head and face, but also has several big holes on his already dirty military uniform. If he didn't have a regular rifle in his hand, he would look like a beggar.

Of course, the other soldiers were not much better.

They had to walk more than 2,000 meters through these roadless mountains and forests in 20 minutes. As long as the brambles didn't kill them, they had to force their way through. The military uniforms of this era were all made of cotton cloth, which could not be compared with the combat uniforms made of special fabrics that were waterproof and stab-proof in the future. Naturally, the image would not be much better.

Now, those regular troops don't have to call them "beggars" anymore. Now they look exactly like this.

After the Tang Dao battle, when they saw these soldiers with their bellies, backs, and even buttocks exposed, they couldn't bear to look at them, but they were thinking about when they could change these lovely soldiers into solid combat uniforms!

Going to war with this image, the common people would probably feel distressed!

After climbing hard for more than 20 minutes in the mountains, even though these soldiers were elite, they were almost exhausted.

Qin Wulang, the squad leader nicknamed "Wulang", did not immediately order the burning of dry grass to send a smoke signal to the company headquarters that he had arrived at the designated location, which might alarm the Japanese troops evacuating here. Instead, he ordered everyone to rest in seclusion and wait for the Japanese army to collapse.

The area where they were located was a rocky mountain with uneven heights and mainly stones. Almost everyone was walking through various stone gaps. They might not see the people behind them after turning a corner. Just when everyone was hiding and breathing heavily and drinking a few sips of water to restore their strength, Potato volunteered to scout the terrain in the front area.

Of course, they would never go to the stone peak area more than 200 meters ahead. Before they set off, the company commander had already told them that there were many anti-infantry mines buried there. Whoever went in would die.

That was one of the minefields specially selected by Commander Tang when he inspected the battlefield before the war.

Except for the valley surrounded by heavy troops, the Tang swords almost blocked all the ways for the Japanese to escape. The mines exchanged from the 145th Division were basically consumed in several places that the Japanese would not have paid attention to.

The reason why they took a long detour was to bypass the minefield.

Qin Wulang also knew what Potato was thinking. This little guy who was saved by two infantry companies with his life was actually always guilty. If he didn't do more on the battlefield, he felt sorry for the brothers who had died in the battle and were still lying in the bed.

He sighed slightly and let him go, but the activity area must not exceed 150 meters from their area.

There should be Japanese soldiers hiding in that piece of stone mountain. That was the only hiding place they could choose when they retreated.

Potato was not afraid of death, but he cherished his life. He had to kill the Japanese devils alive to avenge his brothers, right?

The radius of the reconnaissance range he set for himself would not exceed 100 meters. After walking nearly 100 meters in a stone peak, everything was normal. There were no footprints or signs of fallen bushes. The Japanese army should not have moved here yet.

Just as he was about to go back to report, he suddenly heard a loud roar from the front, and then heard a response from not far away.

There are still Japanese soldiers so far away from the main battlefield?

Potato, who carried the Zhongzheng rifle on his back and quietly climbed more than 20 meters on the stone following the sound, finally found the target.

Just two or three meters below his feet, on a stone platform of 30 meters square, there was a group of ten Japanese soldiers hiding.

At that moment, Potato's hair stood on end.

It was not because the ten Japanese soldiers were too many, but because a Type 41 mountain cannon was placed on the platform, with the muzzle slightly tilted towards the mountain a mile away.

The breech block had been closed, and a Japanese soldier stood behind the side of the cannon, while the rest stood farther away, and some had covered their ears.

They were actually going to fire.

Who were they firing at? The answer was self-evident.

The Japanese must not be allowed to fire. At that moment, Tudou could not care so much, nor was there any fear of one against ten. Regardless of whether the mountain cannon was accurate or not, he just knew that if it was accurate, a 6.5 kg mountain cannon shell would explode and at least take the lives of several brothers.

He had personally seen the tragic scene of mountain cannon shells falling into the trenches during the battle. Although the distance between each infantryman was two or three meters, when that shell fell, half of the brothers of the infantry squad were gone.

Death was fine, but the worst were those who were seriously injured.

There was a big brother in his infantry company who loved to talk about how glorious he was in the past, gambling, smoking, and countless women who wanted to be with him. When he talked about the smooth skin and soft touch of women, he was even more excited.

This old soldier who was so happy just to talk nonsense, after his two legs were blown off by a shell, actually cried and asked to carry his potato to give him a quick death. Potato knew he couldn't survive. With both thighs blown off, he would have no blood to shed in a few minutes, but he couldn't do it!

In the end, he could only helplessly watch the man who was once extremely happy resolutely pick up the Type 38 bayonet and stab into his chest.

"I'm afraid of pain!" That was the last sentence that Brother Kaixin left for Potato.

But Potato knew that he was not, otherwise, how could he stab so deep, deep into the heart? He just didn't want to waste hemostatic drugs and didn't want to drag down his brothers. His eyes, which had lost their luster, kept looking at the sky. He liked the blue sky, and Potato knew it.

Potato took two grenades from his waist, pulled the fuse and threw them at the mountain cannon and the people. After a few seconds, there were two bangs below. Potato gritted his teeth and jumped down with the Zhongzheng rifle in his hand.

Before he could roll on the ground and pull the trigger to fire, he heard another terrible "boom" and a cloud of gunpowder rose on the platform again.

Potato didn't care about so much. In the gunpowder, he just shot at the general direction of the Japanese army in his memory. In the gunpowder, he didn't even have time to see the shadow of the enemy.

He had to take the initiative, otherwise, the 10 Japanese soldiers who reacted would beat him into a hornet's nest.

Although he was a little reckless, Potato, who had experienced several rounds of bloody battles, was much stronger than before. Although the Zhongzheng rifle was a single-shot rifle, it had good performance and no jamming. Under great pressure, Potato fired five shots in less than 8 seconds and emptied a magazine directly.

Sure enough, human potential is squeezed out.

Potato, who rolled over to a stone to avoid reloading the magazine and watched the situation, finally saw the situation in front of him clearly.

The mountain cannon that was really ready to fire was accurately hit by the grenade he dropped, and was overturned by the grenade's air wave, with two wheels facing the sky and the barrel lying on the ground. Although it did not blow up, it was expected to have some problems.

In addition to killing this unexpected mountain cannon, 10 Japanese soldiers also fell. Obviously, the other grenade he dropped played an important role, and the five shots were not in vain. At least three people fell on the road that rushed towards him fiercely, and the closest one was only three meters away from him.

But they seemed to have no guns.

Yes, Ozawa Risou was still celebrating the appearance of Amaterasu, but in fact, for Potato, the Three Pure Ones were really awesome.

The ten Japanese soldiers he encountered were all Japanese artillerymen. Except for the captain of the artillery squad standing next to the mountain cannon, who was equipped with a Nambu 14 pistol, there were no other link guns.

That's why Potato, a young soldier, had the opportunity to kill them all, and he used two grenades and five bullets to wipe them out.

Just based on the number of enemies killed by a single soldier, Potato must have won the first-class merit this time, and got the legendary 20 silver dollars.

However, for Potato at this time, he didn't care about military merits or not. The joy of killing the devils to avenge the brothers of the whole company and whether there would be any remaining enemies to threaten him were his complicated emotions at this time.

This man! The more you want something, the less you get it. If you don't think about it day and night, you may be hit on the head by luck. Even if there is a big bump on your head, it is also lucky, right?

Potato's military merits are far more than just killing 10 Japanese artillerymen and a Type 41 mountain cannon!

It is simply the best in the whole battalion!