Rise From Eight Hundred

Licheng County was completely awakened!

The crazy flying radio waves also drove the highest commanders of the Japanese army in Lucheng and Shecheng out of their warm beds.

"Baga! Damn Chinese, how can they be so bold?" Xia Xiongyuan, the commander of the 108th Division, took the emergency telegram from Licheng sent by the division headquarters and opened his eyes in disbelief.

If his memory is correct, since the Fifth Division conquered Yuancheng, the capital of Shanxi Province, the Chinese side has been retreating step by step, and has never used large-scale troops to counterattack the cities occupied by the empire. The only thing they can do is to hide in the mountains in the mountainous area, and jump out from time to time to make trouble for the empire.

But what's the use of that? As long as the imperial army occupies the city and transportation lines, and constantly compresses their living space, without supplies, those Chinese troops will eventually be trapped in the mountains.

There is a precedent for this. For example, in the Northeast, all supplies were firmly in the hands of the Kwantung Army. The extremely cold weather in winter and the mountains that could no longer provide sufficient food would not only make people die in despair, but also make them lose their fighting spirit and determination. This is also the reason why the Chinese resistance army could not form a climate in the Northeast.

"Fairy Tree Romance"

The several major imperial divisions that entered Shanxi Province all adhered to this tactic, temporarily giving up the pursuit of the Chinese troops hiding in the mountains, and committed to occupying the county town and important transportation lines, while the 108th Division was responsible for opening up the transportation line from HD to Changzhi, detouring to the west of Linfen, another important city in Shanxi Province, to make final preparations for the complete capture of eastern Shanxi.

That's right. After the defeat in the Battle of Yuancheng, the Shanxi Provincial Government and the War Zone Command moved to Linfen for the last resistance. The Japanese North China Front Army would naturally not allow the Chinese army to gain a foothold and resist. Moreover, the eastern side of Shanxi is the Kanto land. If it is conquered, it can go west to Hetao, threaten Sichuan Province in the southwest, and enter Central China in the south. By then, the two major Japanese fronts can sweep across most of China.

The Japanese strategic conception is perfect. In the past, it was almost successful, because the eastern part of Shanxi was much harder than they imagined.

It is because of this strategy that the 108th Division stockpiled a large amount of military supplies and food in Licheng and Lucheng, and even the Lieutenant General Xia Xiongyuan was on the front line.

But what this little bear, no, Lieutenant General Yuanxiong, did not expect was that the Chinese surrounded them like hyenas smelling blood just as the supplies were almost stockpiled.

No, not hyenas, but damn Chinese native dogs. What else can they do besides bluffing? Once the imperial army came out, what would an infantry division do? Isn't it just like a chicken and a dog?

"Order the Muchuan Battalion to immediately assemble and prepare to reinforce Licheng! Notify the Nishio Battalion in Shecheng to send troops to reinforce!" Xia Xiongyuan gave the order without hesitation.

"Sir, the division commander, should we be wary of fraud?" Chief of Staff Da Zuo, who personally brought the telegram, reminded his superior vigilantly.

"Suzuki-kun, then what do you think, should we wait for the Qiliang Battalion to be annihilated, or sit and watch the imperial baggage being burned by the Chinese?" Xia Xiongyuan glanced at his deputy coldly.

In the Japanese Army sequence, the role of the Chief of Staff has never had much presence, because his rank is two levels lower than the military chief. For example, at the division level, the division commander is a lieutenant general, but the chief of staff is only a major left. At the brigade level, it is only a small middle left. Not to mention arm wrestling with the military chief, the division chief of staff is not even as good as the two brigade commanders under the division. The only reason people want to sit in this position may be that it is a ladder for promotion.

Therefore, most chiefs of staff are very honest, and they are done with gilding! This is almost an unspoken rule in the Japanese Army sequence.

But this one from the 108th Division is not like that. He has always been very active. If he doesn't say a few words about anything, it seems that he is the chief of staff of the division in vain.

If it was really his younger brother, Xia Xiongyuan would probably tolerate it, but this one is really not. He came from the 8th Division to gild himself. It is said that he will return to the 8th Division as the brigade commander of the major general in less than a year.

Yes, the 108th Division is a special division. From the beginning of its establishment, it was the reserve division of the 8th Division. This is also a feature of the Japanese Army. For example, the reserve division of the 5th Division is called the 105th Division. The reason why the 5th Division was so powerful in the last Battle of Hara Castle was that it also added its own reserve division, the 105th Division, which was almost two divisions with nearly 70,000 troops.

Without this force, no matter how tough Itagaki is, he would have to hit his head and bleed in Jin Province. There are more than 200,000 Chinese troops there.

I was already anxious, and I heard this guy say "Be careful of fraud" in an extremely unpleasant way. What's wrong? Are you so smart? Xia Xiongyuan was very restrained for not giving him a big slap on the spot. How could his tone be good?

This sentence blocked the Japanese Army Da Zuo from saying another word.

Xia Xiongyuan had finished explaining his reasons. An infantry battalion with 1,300 men could not be abandoned, nor could the large amount of baggage that had been stored for nearly two weeks. Sending troops to reinforce was the only option.

Xia Xiongyuan was not stupid. Although Lucheng had a force close to that of an infantry regiment, he did not send all of them out at once. He only sent one infantry battalion, plus the forces sent from Shecheng, to attack from both sides, plus an infantry battalion in Licheng to cooperate. Not to mention a Chinese infantry division, even two of them would be able to fight.

"However, Mr. Suzuki, what you said makes sense. If the Chinese take advantage of the terrain to block our reinforcements halfway, it may delay our reinforcement speed." Xia Xiongyuan saw that Da Congming had given in, and he also slowed down his tone. "Let's do this! Order the division's tank battalion to send a tank squadron, the artillery regiment to send an artillery squadron, and the cavalry regiment to send a cavalry squadron as their vanguard! Order all units to set off immediately after assembly, without delay!"

"The division commander is wise!" Japanese Army Da Zuo nodded heavily.

In the small Lucheng, the roar of the 94-type armored vehicle engine tore through the quiet night sky, the sound of the horses' hooves, and the neat and heavy footsteps of the queue came one after another. The Chinese who didn't know what was going on hid at home and dared not make a sound. I don't know what kind of madness the Japanese have gone.

But a middle-aged businessman hiding in a two-story building near the city gate looked relieved.

The Japanese army in Lucheng finally moved. Judging from its scale, it would never be less than an infantry battalion.

His mission was finally completed.

A wave of radio waves flew far away!

Hiding in a bush on the cliff, with a piece of white frost on his helmet, Brigade Commander Cheng clenched his fists tightly as he looked at the figure of the brigade chief of staff bending over and running towards him from a distance.

"The Japanese army has been successfully mobilized. Use flares to notify the city. Don't worry, destroy their headquarters and continue to create chaos in the city!" Tang Dao laughed.

In the Wang family mansion, Qiliang Zhongyu kept issuing military orders and dispatched the Japanese army in the city in an orderly manner, but such a good thing was gradually interrupted after a while.

Obviously, the Chinese cut off the telephone line, and his infantry battalion was obviously not so extravagant that even the infantry squadron was equipped with a radio.

"Baga! Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?" Qiliang Zhongyu's roar resounded throughout the room where he was.

Unfortunately, no one was willing to bear the anger of the Japanese Army Zhongzuo this time.

All the Japanese who could hold a gun went to the front line to fight the Chinese.

Although the Chinese were not numerous, their firepower was too fierce, far beyond the imagination of normal people, and that was definitely not something that the Chinese could possess.

If no one had seen the typical oriental faces flashing through the ruins in the firelight, all the Japanese soldiers who had been humiliated by the terrible rain of bullets would subconsciously think that they had encountered a Western army, and that was the terrible firepower that only they had.

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The nightmare first came from Heizi.

Heizi, who had already loaded the belt, was lying on the roof and firing at the four sentry towers of the Japanese brigade headquarters that were almost parallel to him.

The violent recoil of the MG34, which had become a heavy machine gun, was almost negligible under the suppression of his sturdy arms, and his fingers almost never released the trigger.

The MG34, which fired at full force for the first time, shot a red whip of bullets that was clearly visible to the naked eye in the night sky at a spray speed of nearly 20 bullets per second, from left to right, fiercely sweeping towards the searchlight, which had already been swung over, and the Japanese sentry who had already raised his gun and aimed at the gate.

It was the longest burst of fire that the MG34 had ever fired, which lasted for fifteen seconds. As Heizi released the trigger with reluctance, the fiery red whip disappeared in the sky.

The terrible result was that not only were all the four large searchlights smashed to pieces, but the four wooden sentry towers made of thick planks of roof beams and door panels were almost all broken.

The terrible kinetic energy of the heavy machine gun MG34, which has an effective air range of 1,000 meters, not only tore the five or six centimeters thick wooden boards apart, but also the Japanese soldiers hiding behind them were beaten into sieves. None of the eight Japanese sentries survived.

The fierce attack came too fast, so fast that the Japanese soldiers had no time to react.

He suddenly turned over and avoided a cold shot from somewhere in the yard. With a gun in one hand and a large package on the side in the other, Heizi used his feet to kick the roof and jumped down. A grenade fired by a grenade launcher exploded three meters from where he had just shot, causing tiles to fly everywhere. If he had been two seconds slower, he would have been hit directly.

The Japanese grenade launcher was so accurate, and Heizi had personally experienced it on the battlefield of Songhu. His caution saved him from danger.

As long as you are on the battlefield, you must be cautious enough at all times and have awe of any opponent. No matter how skilled you are, you can be knocked down by one shot, even if the one holding the gun is just a child.

This is also the way of survival for a veteran who has experienced countless battlefields!

"Ten o'clock direction, distance, 160 meters, a grenade launcher, Lu Zhongda, kill him." Heizi shouted as he rushed out of the house and ran along the wall.

Lu Zhongda, who was hiding in the yard of a two-story house 130 meters away from Wang's mansion, climbed up the beam like a monkey, smashed the roof with a punch and drilled up, picked up a telescope and carefully observed the direction mentioned by Heizi.

There was no other way. The number of special forces that had sneaked into the city was insufficient, so all the fire support personnel had to serve as observers.

Ten seconds later, Lu Zhongda, who had finally found the target, jumped off the house, adjusted the mortar muzzle and angle, and with a "bang", the mortar shell hit the right wing of the attack area, about ten meters away. If it were normal, it would probably just sprinkle a lot of mud on the opponent's clothes, but the steel ball bullets that were specifically designed to kill people would not let go of the target so easily.

The two Japanese soldiers belonging to the grenade launcher team screamed and struggled for their lives on the ground.

Even more unfortunate was that they had just put a grenade into the grenade launcher, and as the grenade launcher tilted, a grenade shot out like a sky rocket, and then hit a house more than 20 meters away.

There was an explosion, and after two screams, the house burned violently. It was the house where the Japanese army headquarters stored oil.

Several large barrels of oil were ignited and the explosion was as powerful as an incendiary bomb. The surrounding Japanese troops were frightened into fleeing. If they had a choice, they would rather be killed by bullets than burned alive.

Then, their dream comes true.

The house lit by the fierce flames was like a big candle, and the bright firelight clearly illuminated the figures of the fleeing Japanese soldiers.

"Bang! Bang!" The semi-automatic rifle in Shen Laoliu's hand fired almost non-stop.

However, at a distance of more than 100 meters, the fleeing Japanese army was a living target for him.

To be honest, a semi-automatic rifle is the perfect rifle for a sniper like Shen Laoliu.

Shen Laoliu knew his abilities. He didn't have Niu Er's shooting talent. No matter how much he practiced, he couldn't become a marksman like Tang Dao who could kill enemies at six or seven hundred meters.

But he can rely on his gun sense to become another type - a continuous-shooting sharpshooter. The distance does not need to be too far, with the assistance of a scope, between 300 meters and 400 meters.

If he couldn't become a long-range assassin, he would become a serial killer. Shen Laoliu, who constantly broke through on the battlefield, found his own position. This was why Gu Xishui did not ask Niu Er to support this place, but went to another place. battlefield reasons.

In terms of marksmanship, Niu Er surpassed Shen Lao Liu by several blocks, but in terms of decisiveness in killing, the sophisticated Shen Lao Liu was much better than Niu Er.

What is needed here is not a one-shot kill, but a cold-blooded butcher.

In just over 20 seconds, the Japanese soldiers exposed in the fire almost fell down ten people in a row. Sakira Nakatama, who poked his head out of the hiding room to take a look at the situation, was almost frightened to death. If it weren't for his head The communications second lieutenant who shrank quickly and almost jumped through the door but was still shot in the chest and vomited blood and obviously died, was his role model.

Now it's great, the communications lieutenant in charge of the radio code is dead. If Sakira Chutama, who dragged the body of the communications lieutenant in with his life, found the code book hidden in the dead ghost's chest, he would have cried at that moment.

No matter what the Japanese army center left said, he couldn't make the radio completely mute. What if Shimogen Kuma gave up on him? Although he knew that the possibility was extremely small, human life was precious and could not be lost like this. Not even if there is a one in 10,000 chance.

"Wang Sang! If I find out that you are involved in this brigade attack, you know what will happen." The angry and hesitant Qi Liangzhongyu stared at the disheveled Chinese man running in front of him. , shouted sternly.

In order to prevent the Wang family from playing tricks, the head of the Wang family and their three sons were all asked to stay in the Wang family mansion. It was called getting closer to the Imperial Japanese Army, but in reality it was surveillance and control. This was true from the beginning. Everyone knows it.

In fact, if he didn't still have some unrealistic fantasies, he would now want to stab the fat man in front of him who had given him beautiful women and money.

If this damn house wasn't too conspicuous, would he, the center-left of the Imperial Japanese Army, be so targeted by the Chinese?

This is the most typical shameless logic. When things go well, everything you do is OK, but as long as things don’t go well, everything you do is wrong.

"Don't you dare, Your Excellency Captain, you know my king's loyalty to the Empire of Japan. If they come in, they will light a sky lantern for me! Your Excellency, Captain, if you can commit this crime in the future, If the enemy is repelled, I, Wang Tianqing, swear to God that I am willing to give one-third, no, half of my family property to you, the captain, if you can lead the Imperial Japanese Army to repel them." The disheveled fat man. The businessman's body was shaking like chaff, and he suddenly knelt on the ground and hugged Qi Liangchuyu's legs, crying and begging with runny nose and tears.

Sakura Chutama's face looked a little better. Of course he understood why the fat guy in front of him was so afraid of his own people. It was because of betrayal!

As soon as the Imperial Army entered the city, this man took the initiative to come over. In the past ten days, he had been shouting "China-Japan Friendship" with a loudspeaker all over the street. If the Chinese army entered the city, he and his subordinates, Saki Ryo Nakatama, would At best, the imperial infantry would be dead, but for this one, his whole family might be beheaded, and he himself was more likely to be lit as a sky lantern by the Chinese as lamp oil as he said. With his fat body , it can burn for at least three days and three nights!

Although he is not an expert on China, Qi Liangchuyu still knows a little about the weird but extremely painful punishments in ancient China. For example, the lighting of sky lanterns mentioned by Fatty is one of the most terrible punishments.

The prisoner is stripped naked, wrapped in linen, and then soaked in an oil tank. Oil and human body fat are used as lamp oil to light the prisoner. As for the length of ignition, it depends on the amount of body fat.

One look at the size of the shrewd Chinese businessman in front of me, and he is a good material for this. No wonder it scares him to tears!

However, what he wants now is not the loyalty of this fat guy, he wants to survive!

The Chinese outside are really outrageous. Not only do they have heavy machine guns, but they also have mortars. He has no time to find out how they were brought in. He must leave here before the Chinese attack.

"Wang Sang, I believe in your loyalty to the empire, but I need to leave here as soon as possible and go to the frontline to command. This is your territory. Do you have any good ideas?" Seeing this man crying but not showing up, Qi Liangzhong Jade personally helped him up and tried his best to give him guidance.

"There is a tunnel in my woodshed, which leads directly to a private house 80 meters outside the backyard! Because of years of disrepair, it can only be walked with difficulty. Let me and my three sons lead the way for the captain!" The fat businessman finally got on the road.

But his legs were still trembling.

Obviously, this was the last means of escape prepared by this man for himself. If it weren't for today's incident, even if Qiliang Zhongyu was his father, he would not let the pale Japanese Army Zhongzuo know.

What he is afraid of now is that this Japanese Army Zhongzuo suddenly turns his face and refuses to recognize him. After all, he has been hiding this fool for half a month.

"Youxi! Then do what you say, Wang Sang!" Qiliang Zhongyu seemed to have forgotten about being deceived, and a bright smile bloomed on his face.

What's the point of deception! How can I say that my life is saved. The trick left by the Chinese fat man is hateful, but compared with his money, it is nothing.

The Japanese Army Zhongzuo, whose little heart was thumping just now, suddenly felt that he was fine again.