Rise From Eight Hundred

Especially where the three infantry companies of Zhao Daqiang's army were going to rush down the mountain, 25 oil barrels were placed every 3 meters, and 25 oil barrels were roaring down from the nearly 100-meter-wide mountain.

The mountains in southern Anhui are not like the beautiful Jiangnan. The mountains are very gentle, especially the mountains on both sides of the Laojinkeng River Valley, which have a slope of 40 to 50 degrees. People have to be careful when walking on them.

The slopes are mainly shrubs and miscellaneous trees. Even if some trees are thicker, the oil barrels filled with sand and gravel with a total weight of nearly 200 kilograms are accelerated after a height difference of more than ten meters, just like wild horses running wildly on the grassland, moving forward without hesitation.

Whether it is shrubs or trees, in the face of such violent energy, they will break at the first collision. The only thing that can hinder these rumbling big guys may be stones, but that will not completely block the direction of the rolling logs, but will throw them high or change a certain direction.

There were even two oil drums that bounced high and collided in the air, making a tooth-grinding sound, and then fell on the hillside, and then rushed into the valley in a more violent manner.

The "booming" sound was like thunder. Looking up from the bottom of the valley, the lush mountains seemed to be dug by a giant rake, and the bushes and grass were desperately separated to both sides. The big trees as thick as an adult's thigh were also broken by the collision, and even a lot of stones were loosened, and then rolled down the mountain together.

Let alone hitting him, I'm afraid that even if it rolled off his body, he would be like a cake!

The Japanese soldiers who were hiding behind the grass and stones were all scared to death. I don't know how many people ran to both sides or down with their hands and feet. The embarrassment was completely comparable to their colleagues who were hiding from explosive packs in the valley.

Damn! I didn't know until I hit them, there were so many Japanese devils hiding! Zhao Daqiang couldn't help but wiped his cold sweat.

It was really thanks to Li Jiujin's good brain that he didn't think of using oil barrels filled with sand and gravel as fortifications. Just going down the mountain, I'm afraid the three infantry companies under his command would have to pay a heavy price.

The Chinese commanders on the mountain secretly called it a fluke, but the Japanese soldiers who were escaping frantically at the foot of the mountain suffered.

Not to mention that the rolling logs were originally used to throw "equipment" and scare people, and once they hit someone, they would be a pile of meat paste. The Chinese soldiers of several companies on the two wings of the mountain would not sit around and watch the fun. I don't know how many guns were aimed at these "groundhogs" that came out of the cracks in the grass and stones!

If you run away with your short legs, you will be killed by rifles and machine guns less than a hundred meters away. But if you want to gamble on your luck and not run, you can learn from the Type 94 small bean to resist.

Unfortunately, people don't have the thick skin of the small bean. Seeing those rolling logs that are more irregular than explosive packs coming at you, few people dare to gamble.

Those who dared to gamble were basically dead, either being crushed by oil barrels and breaking bones or being knocked or thrown away by the bouncing oil barrels.

At least half of the Japanese soldiers who ran away fell on bullets.

Of course, there were still some who were lucky enough to dodge both bullets and oil barrels, but this was only the first wave. The second wave of 25 oil barrels were soon pushed up the mountain by the soldiers and rolled down again along the road opened by their "predecessors".

Compared with the Japanese soldiers on the hillside, there were actually more unlucky ones.

They were the Japanese soldiers in the river valley.

The oil barrels accelerated by the potential energy of nearly 100 meters were completely out of control wild horses. After rolling down the hillside, they rolled another 70 to 80 meters to the bottom of the valley before stopping.

In the face of the huge kinetic energy converted by potential energy, everything was in vain.

No matter what the oil barrels hit, they were smashed to pieces, even stones. Even the people behind the stones were smashed to pieces. Many oil barrels were covered with fresh hair and flesh.

The difference between hot weapons and cold weapons is the range and energy level, so cold weapons have been completely replaced by hot weapons. However, there is one thing: the bloodiness and cruelty created by cold weapons are by no means comparable to hot weapons that can evaporate human bodies on the spot.

For example, just like now, the road where the oil barrels rolled down can be called a road paved with blood and flesh.

Pools of flat, jet-like minced meat were scattered all over the battlefield, and it was obvious that they had to be shoveled up with a military shovel.

Some soldiers of the 4th Company who had just eaten canned beef regretted eating it, because this extremely bloody scene caused many people to vomit the beef directly.

It was such a waste!

The Japanese were the same. They couldn't just stand and be killed by bullets and die cleanly, but had to make it so bloody.

Zhao Daqiang's 50 oil barrels were divided into two groups and threw down at least thirty or forty unlucky guys, but Li Jiujin threw all the 30 oil barrels assigned to him at once.

Obviously, the coverage area is wider and the destructive power is greater. The number of Japanese killed can form an infantry squad just by counting the corpses.

The old soldiers didn't have time to show off their wisdom. They took a breath and exclaimed: "Oh my god, if I had known that this would work, why would I bother with explosive packs? We could just bring a few thousand oil drums and push them down to smash these bastards."

Yang Xiaoshan couldn't help laughing on the side: "Company commander, don't talk about whether we can find so many oil drums. Even if we can, it will take the strength of our two thousand people."

Li Jiujin rolled his eyes: "Only you know this. Now your wings are hard, and you always play against me. You used to be such an honest child. Whatever I say, I will do it. I dare to beat even Commander Tang."

"What?" Several Sichuan Army officers around Lao Li were stunned.

Lao Li and the others could tell that he was a typical bastard, but they didn't realize that this young platoon leader was so awesome! Even the commander was beaten?

They have never seen with their own eyes how fierce Commander Tang is, but they can't stand it when someone says it!

What soldiers like to brag about most is not only how awesome they are, but also how awesome their superiors are. In the Four Lines and One Battle, Grand Chief Tang killed four Japanese soldiers with a single shot. At least half of the officers in the independent battalion had witnessed it with their own eyes, so they must be boasting.

However, no one dared not believe that that scene was published in the newspaper by a reporter from Tantai University, but he didn't mention his name at the time. Unexpectedly, it was Tang Dao who did it.

The Sichuan troops could only prove their admiration for their new commander by being stunned. They had seen how powerful the Japanese army was in their stabbing skills. Even if they were to fight one against four, let alone one against four, they felt that they might not be able to win.

But such an awesome person was beaten by this young platoon leader who looked honest and honest?

The eyes of several Sichuan Army company platoon leaders looked at Yang Xiaoshan and almost bulged out.

"Brothers, don't listen to the lie of the company commander. In my two attacks, Commander Tang could kill me with one hand. That is to say, we were not familiar with each other for the first time. I was just a superior soldier at that time. When I was responsible for patrolling the battlefield, I used He just pointed a gun at him as a deserter." Yang Xiaoshan was a simple man after all, and he hurriedly explained with a blushing face.

That’s pretty awesome, isn’t it? At least it showed that this little platoon leader was brave enough. Several Sichuan Army officers laughed, but no one really underestimated Yang Xiaoshan because of this explanation.

It's not that Yang Xiaoshan is really powerful, but for a superior soldier to be promoted to second lieutenant so quickly, it shows from the side that Tang Dao appreciates him, and they have fought together in the Four Lines and fought for their lives. People should never be offended easily.

This was the result that Lao Li, who was smiling so hard that his teeth popped out, wanted.

This group of Sichuan troops may obey Tang Dao and dare not disobey military orders, but they are all at the same level. Why should they listen to you, Li Jiujin, and I still feel a little unhappy.

Why are you really acting like a bitch when Li Jijin is holding a military meeting with a shy face? That was to use Tang Dao's attitude to tell those Sichuan Army company commanders that I am Commander Tang's confidant and a hardcore man. If you follow me, even if you are a company commander at the same level, you must obey me.

The commanders of the other three infantry companies of the Independent Battalion all have their own advantages in getting along with this group of Sichuan troops.

Like the first company commander Leng Feng, he didn’t have to say a word, and everyone else spoke for him. He was the commander of the strongest infantry company in the independent battalion. Even deputy battalion commander Guo Shouzhi and chief of staff Zhuang Shisan had to give him enough face. , usually calling him Captain Leng instead of calling him by his first name.

Only a fool would dare to explode such a person.

As for Qian Dazhu and Zhao Daqiang, one is young and easy to get along with, and the other looks simple on the outside but is cunning on the inside. The most important thing is that they are both from the Sichuan Army, which makes the Sichuan Army company commanders feel much more accepting.

As for Li Jiujin, he did not have the advantages of those three, so he could only find another way to make the Sichuan company commander obey orders in a disciplined manner. Otherwise, if something went wrong during the battle, it would be at the cost of human life.

This is the wisdom of a veteran who has been in the army for more than ten years. He knows very well what those officers are thinking.

Now, he just used a joke to make the Sichuan Army company and platoon commanders feel more deeply what a confidant is. Not only the company commander, but also the small platoon commanders have a life-long friendship with Commander Tang.

Of course Tang Dao knew about Li Jijin's little thoughts, but no matter what method he used, if he could command the troops entrusted to him as one, he was an excellent commander.

As a great man once said, “It doesn’t matter if the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it’s a good cat!”

Moreover, even if Tang Dao wants to eliminate the factionalization among his subordinates, can it really be eliminated? Together with the 9 newly joined Sichuan Army companies, everyone in the battalion knows that even if everyone is a direct lineage, the direct lineage of the direct lineage under Commander Tang is the first company, the second company and the fire support company.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes! Even if there are only a few people, they will think about their relationship in their hearts, let alone an army of more than 2,000 people!

No matter what size of troops Tang Dao can command in the future, Lei Xiong, Leng Feng, Li Jijin, Cheng Tieshou and others will all have the label of Tang Dao's direct descendants on their foreheads.

Li Jijin was lamenting the flexibility of his brain while "uniting" the friendly forces under his command. Takeuchi Yunshan in the river valley was also trying his best to use his little brain.

The poor Japanese Army Colonel's head was already shutting down because of his extremely fast speed. It was the loud noise of an oil barrel rolling down a full 500 meters away from him that forced him to wake up.

The soldier's intuition kept reminding him that a crisis was coming, but he really couldn't guess what the Chinese would do next.

Judging from the intensity of the counterattack gunfire in the valley now, there are at least eight to nine hundred imperial infantry in the valley. Although this number makes the Japanese Army Colonel heartbroken, originally, there were nearly two thousand imperial officers and soldiers entering the valley! How long has it been since then and there are only so many people left?

However, this also gave Takeuchi Yunshan a little confidence.

The Chinese occupies the advantageous terrain and have enough heavy weapons to besiege him tightly and he has no chance of scoring a goal. However, as long as the remaining infantry is not less than 800, he is confident that he will not be killed by the Chinese so quickly.

Yes, the Chinese heavy firepower surpassed his infantry regiment, but it was an impossible task to rely on these heavy weapons to kill nearly 1,000 Japanese Imperial Army.

Facts also proved his judgment. The Chinese heavy firearms were actually exhausted. The magical weapons that threw explosive packs basically stopped firing. Mountain artillery and mortars were terrible, but the density of artillery fire was also visibly weakened.

If the Chinese wanted to eat them, they could only send infantry into the valley and attack the imperial infantry hiding in various parts of the valley.

Everyone used guns instead of artillery. Takeuchi Yunshan was confident that his "steel army" could fight three to one. Without 3,000 infantry, the Chinese could not eat them.

This was the ratio that the Japanese army colonel took the initiative to lower after continuous setbacks. If it was on the North China Plain, he even dared to say that his men could fight ten to one.

After all, on the battlefield in North China, he commanded his infantry regiment to chase and fight a Chinese infantry division.

Logically speaking, the Chinese had set up such a big trap to trick him, and would never take such a big risk to rush down the mountain to fight, but his intuition told him that the crisis had already arrived.

The slightly sober Japanese army colonel, stimulated by the danger intuition, chose to lie in a deep ditch and secretly observe the distance with a telescope to observe the movements of the Chinese side.

On this battlefield, not being sneaky is a completely suicidal behavior.

The major-colonel regiment deputy, who had been extremely careful to use a telescope to check the enemy situation ten minutes ago, was shot by someone with a telescope. The bullet shattered the telescope lens and penetrated his right eye. Next to the bloody eye socket, there were broken glass pieces embedded in the bloody face that still glittered in the winter sun.

The weird and frightening cruelty made Takeuchi Yunshan understand that there were Chinese sharpshooters around him, sharpshooters with extremely accurate shooting skills, and the communication soldier carrying the field radio in the regiment headquarters should have been killed by them.

The next person to show his head was his grandson. The Japanese army colonel, who put his life first, never showed his head from the hidden position he chose, even when his men were constantly charging towards the hill.

In the field of vision of the telescope, he was fortunate to see the second wave of oil barrels thrown by Zhao Daqiang's troops, and also saw his extremely brave imperial infantry fleeing like groundhogs, then being swept down by Chinese bullets, and then smashed into meat paste by the oil barrels that were jumping forward crazily.

But this was not the key. There were enough imperial officers and soldiers who died in the battle, and the death of dozens more could be considered calm for the Japanese army colonel.

The lens of the telescope reflected the overwhelming artillery fire of the Chinese, which made the infantry more than a hundred meters around the oil barrels flee crazily.

Then, rows and rows of Chinese soldiers in gray-black and dark blue uniforms moved down at high speed along the road opened by the crazy oil barrels, and the eyes of the Japanese army colonel suddenly froze.

The Chinese actually began to fight in the river valley. Is this the final decisive battle?

The originally confident Takeuchi Yunshan was not happy at all about being able to kill a large number of Chinese soldiers, but more of despair.

Because he knew that his ambition to drag it out until dark had completely disappeared.

The Chinese would rather pay huge casualties than let any of them go.

"Pass my military order, sound the alarm, notify the entire army to put on bayonets, and prepare to fight the Chinese to the death." Takeuchi Yunshan, who had lost all hope, ordered with red eyes.

No matter how much he didn't want to die, at this time, he could only fight to the death.

In the entire infantry regiment, everyone could surrender except him. If he didn't fight to the death, I'm afraid his mother would be on the streets, his gentle and beautiful wife would become a plaything of the powerful, and his lovely children would not have enough food.

In fact, he didn't need to issue military orders. The Japanese infantrymen who were forced into a desperate situation saw the Chinese soldiers rushing down the mountain, and they responded one after another, murderously attaching the bayonets hanging on their waists to the muzzles of their guns.

They had been cowardly and fled under the Chinese artillery fire, but when the Chinese chose to meet them at close range and completely kill them, this group of Japanese infantrymen, who were praised as the "Steel Army" in Japan, still had some "Steel Army" toughness.

If Tang Dao really launched a full-scale charge, I am afraid that the 800 Japanese remnants who were aroused to ferocity would make the officers of the independent battalion heartbroken.

Just like the battle at the pass in Shanxi a few months ago, a Japanese baggage brigade of more than a thousand people was ambushed but fought to the death, and actually fought a nearly one-to-one casualty ratio with the Chinese soldiers who had an absolute advantage in manpower, and many of them were elite soldiers who had been transferred thousands of miles.

The Chinese commander who won the final victory had a gloomy face that was almost dripping with water, and his inner pain might even be known to those who didn't know him well enough.

But Takeuchi Yunshan and the Japanese infantrymen were wrong.

The scene they imagined that the Chinese soldiers rushing down the mountain would charge towards them and fire fiercely did not appear.

The Chinese soldiers who rushed down the hillside fired and crushed all the resistance around them, while building fortifications on the mountain. Some of them carried the black objects that rushed down the mountain and placed them on the river valley, waving the Japanese-style single-soldier engineer shovels they carried with them to dig shelters.

What are they doing? A trace of doubt flashed through the Japanese army colonel's smart mind for only a second.

The next moment, Takeuchi Yunshan, who was cold all over, shouted at the top of his lungs: "The whole army turns around, charge to the death, and kill them all."

The bone-chilling fear made Takeuchi Yunshan even forget the possible existence of Chinese sharpshooters. The roar could be heard a hundred meters away on such a battlefield.

Yes, Takeuchi Yunshan finally knew where the crisis in his intuition came from.

At this moment, the Japanese Army Colonel even hated his extremely sensitive sense of crisis. If he really wanted it, he would have it!

The Chinese are planning to divide the cake into several pieces, and then concentrate firepower and manpower to swallow it up bite by bite.

Too poisonous!

But it is really effective!

Once this situation is formed, not only will he and his infantry regiment die without a burial place, but the Chinese will not have to bear huge losses...

PS: Today is still two chapters into one chapter, mainly because I think it is not appropriate to divide the chapters. It is still a 5,000-word chapter!