Rise From Eight Hundred

Since you are not convinced, then do it!

Tang Dao has never been a person who drags his feet.

For students, the best classroom is the laboratory.

For soldiers, the best training ground is the battlefield.

And for those who keep saying that they are willing to die, let them see what death is.

Therefore, Tang Dao directly let these brave men who are nagging stand up and experience the real battlefield.

"I just have an idea. Withdrawal is withdrawal, but we can give the devil a knife before leaving to let them know that they are not sure of victory. I hope there are brave men who can complete this action with my soldiers!" Tang Dao cast his eyes on the handsome boy who was just full of blood.

"I don't know if any of you dare to sign up. It doesn't matter if you haven't fired a gun. There is still time before dawn. With your wisdom, you can learn it."

Faced with Tang Dao's tit-for-tat "provocation", the passionate students did not disappoint Tang Dao. There were many applicants, but Tang Dao only gave ten places.

After internal discussion and coordination, including the handsome boy, a total of ten brave men signed up to participate in this action ordered by Tang Dao as "Bayonet".

Yes, although Tang Dao was calm enough to stop his subordinates from taking the initiative to fight, it did not mean that he would leave without doing anything.

This place is 50 kilometers away from Jinling City. The main force of the Japanese army is enjoying the fruits of their victory in Jinling City. The peripheral forces must be dispersed. It is unrealistic to fight the Japanese army with 2,000 people, but small-scale encounters are still feasible.

The special operations team has been trained in mountain warfare. They may be familiar with this kind of battle in the plains. The Japanese army is the best training object.

If the Japanese army is alarmed, as long as it is not an infantry battalion-level unit chasing them, even if only one infantry company is left to respond, Tang Dao can give them an extremely profound lesson.

"You let them accept the cruelty of war, isn't the price too high? After all, they have never experienced these. On the battlefield, swords and guns are blind." Tan Tai Mingyue understood Tang Dao's thoughts, but she was still a little worried.

She can accept dying on the battlefield, but that doesn't mean the students can accept it. Don't blame Tang Dao for it.

"China will soon be a battlefield. If you don't experience it now, you will experience it sooner or later. It's better to grow up now than not grow up until you are at a loss when you meet the real enemy. Don't worry, I know what to do. The cavalry platoon has reconnaissance. The Japanese troops are relatively scattered. Lao Hei and Gu Xishui are enough to deal with them." Tang Dao explained to Tan Tai Mingyue as he walked.

Tang Dao will naturally not let the ten students who signed up go to the front line, but watching the hideousness of death up close will definitely make them unforgettable for a lifetime, and they will no longer talk about going to death easily.

The coldness of death will make even the bravest people stay away. Unless they are forced to that point, who dares to talk about going to death lightly?

In order to make these proud children obey, Tang Dao sent out Lao Hei's guard platoon and Gu Xishui's special operations team. After ten students were taught how to operate firearms, the elite of the independent battalion of nearly fifty people will set off with ten student soldiers in the early morning, striving to reach the area 8 kilometers away from here before dawn.

The cavalry platoon will provide support 3 kilometers behind them. The main force of the independent battalion will evacuate first according to the previously formulated plan, leaving Leng Feng's company at the edge of the mountain area to provide support. If the Japanese dare to gather troops to chase, they will be resolutely beaten.

Tang Dao did not make this decision on a whim. All this is based on the independent battalion's sufficiently complete battlefield reconnaissance.

Although Tang Dao has been in a coma for some time, Lei Xiong's military talent is not given in vain. The cavalry platoon that can move at high speed is his eyes, and the farthest reconnaissance distance is even 10 kilometers away from the main force of the independent battalion.

The cavalry platoon discovered that a small number of Japanese troops were active in that area two days ago, and they should be searching for and chasing the defeated soldiers who retreated from the positions around Jinling.

Before receiving Tang Dao's attack order, Lv Sanjiang suppressed the urge to attack the Japanese army, and the Japanese army did not know that there was a 2,000-strong Chinese elite army in the mountains a few kilometers away, staring at them. If Tang Dao had not woken up in time, the 2,000 elite soldiers would have rushed over, and the Japanese army in this area would have been doomed.

In fact, as the highest commander of the Japanese army stationed in Wuhu, Colonel Masanori Tanigawa was very cautious.

As the acting brigade commander of the 36th Infantry Brigade, this Japanese army colonel who had long sought no merit but no fault not only did not send a single soldier to Jinling to participate in the grand entry ceremony, but even faced the order from the Tenth Army Headquarters to send troops to search for Chinese fleeing soldiers around Wuhu and kill them, he delayed as much as possible.

The tragic situation of the Kunisaki Detachment that marched forward bravely was still vivid, which made Colonel Masanori Tanigawa, who had already been chilled, even more cautious.

In that Chinese valley, the densely packed imperial infantry were lying! After being stripped of their clothes by the Chinese and left naked by the winter wind for a day and a night, the pale and blue corpses looked like frozen fish pulled out of a cold storage.

Logically, the corpses should have been stiff and the bloody smell had been blown away by the mountain wind, but perhaps it was a psychological effect, and the noses of those who walked into the narrow valley seemed to be filled with a strange smell that never dissipated even after a long time.

Most of the new soldiers couldn't stand it and vomited on the spot, but veterans like Masanori Tanigawa knew that it was the smell of death, a smell that could only be formed by a large number of deaths.

That was the Kunisaki Detachment, which was known as half of the steel army! Tanigawa Masanori always remembered the pride when they first boarded the transport ship, and the flags flying as they raised their arms and shouted "onboard", as if they were just on vacation in southeast China. But when they saw it again, they looked so miserable, with the troops reduced by nearly half.

Major General Kunisaki seemed to have aged ten years. Tanigawa Masanori dared to guarantee that the real reason for his aging was not that this once high-spirited major general of the army was deprived of the qualification to participate in the siege, and even the battle to capture Wuhu was not allowed to be the main force but the Kunisaki Detachment was used as a reserve.

That was because the Central China Expeditionary Force Command had determined that the Kunisaki Detachment had lost its ability to continue fighting.

In any case, Tanigawa Masanori and the captains who had also become cautious reached a consensus that they could not follow the footsteps of the unlucky child of the Kunisaki Detachment.

It was not until the fall of Nanjing and the Central China Expeditionary Force Command officially announced the victory of the Nanjing Battle that the 36th Infantry Brigade, which was defending Wuhu, sent out an infantry battalion to advance timidly along the road to the vicinity of Wuhu.

It was not until around December 16 that it was finally confirmed that there were no large-scale Chinese troops in this area. The Japanese infantry battalion commander ordered his three infantry squadrons to act separately and search and loot villages and towns on the plains in the form of infantry squads or infantry squads.

The courage was gradually released.

To put it bluntly, the elite troops sent by Tang Dao would encounter the old opponents who had been beaten by Tang Dao like flying a kite.

The unlucky children of the 36th Infantry Brigade had been cautious all the way since Jiaxing, walking as slowly as possible, leaving the iron head of Kunisaki Detachment in front to be beaten, and the blood was beaten. When the battlefield was won, they still cautiously shrank for a few days. Unexpectedly, they finally mustered up the courage to be bolder and were targeted again.

Moreover, it was the man who had once given them nightmares and his subordinates.

Perhaps, this was fate!

Who made them belong to the Sixth Division!

Every time they killed one more, Tang Dao felt that the meal was extra sweet.

The lives of Japanese people were the best appetizers for Tang Dao, nothing else.

But these were unknown to Okamoto Chaobo, the sergeant.

On the morning of December 21, as an acting infantry squad leader of the 3rd Infantry Battalion of the 47th Infantry Regiment of the 36th Infantry Brigade, the Japanese Army Sergeant felt that he had stepped onto the peak of his life.

More than 100 Chinese trembled in front of him.

Before joining the army, he was just a small fisherman. He had to bow his head and smile when he met the village chief. Before the war, he had been in the army for five years, but he was only promoted to sergeant. He was just the second-in-command in the squad, and only a few soldiers obeyed his orders.

As the war progressed, he rose all the way, but not because of his military exploits. Instead, the second lieutenant squad leader died in battle, and several sergeants also died in battle, leaving only 23 people in the squad. In the end, he, the sergeant with the longest military service, was the only one left to take the lead. He was promoted to sergeant and served as the acting squad leader.

However, there were only 22 people who listened to his orders, unlike now, 100 Chinese dared not breathe in front of him, and the feeling of life and death was too wonderful.

It was so wonderful that Okamoto Asahiro almost forgot the nightmare of becoming a corpse every night.