Rise From Eight Hundred

"Dong Dong Dong!" The terrifying dull sound of artillery suddenly rang out.

Of course, this was not what the Japanese could hear.

That was the sound that could only be heard on the Chinese artillery positions.

The 771st Regiment on the flank was located somewhere in the mountains, with 4 37mm anti-tank guns and 4 infantry guns firing in sequence, only 700 meters away from the battlefield where the Japanese had already begun a large-scale charge!

That was not the artillery of the 683rd Brigade, but that of the Four-Line Regiment.

In order to cooperate with the shocking decision made by Brigade Commander Cheng, the Four-Line Regiment almost took out its own artillery at the bottom of the box. Except for Cheng Tieshou who took part of the 2nd Company of the artillery for Licheng air defense, all other direct-aiming guns were carried.

This is also one of the reasons why the Four-Line Regiment took 5 hours to walk 40 miles of mountain roads.

More than 20 artillery pieces are all big. The 150 heavy mortar body and gun carriage weigh 220 kilograms, the Type 41 mountain gun weighs 700 kilograms, the 37mm rapid-fire gun weighs 450 kilograms, and the Type 92 infantry gun weighs 200 kilograms. In addition to the total of more than 1,000 rounds of artillery shells, the two artillery companies and the baggage troops are equipped with more than 150 pack horses and nearly 30 carts.

The other officers and soldiers are also fully armed. Each single soldier is equipped with 100 rounds of bullets and 4 grenades. In addition to the clean water, pancakes and other supplies they carry, the single soldier carries more than 10 kilograms.

The Four-Line Regiment is completely marching in the mountains with heavy equipment. It can walk 4 kilometers per hour, which is already very fast if the physical strength allows.

Light marching can make the marching speed faster. The advantage of heavy marching is naturally that the necessary firepower will not be reduced.

Tang Dao led two infantry companies and one cavalry company to attack the rear of the Japanese army for 10 miles. The artillerymen of the Four-line Regiment were naturally not idle. Under Tang Dao's order, Pang Dahai led several heavy artillery and mortars to cooperate with the main force of the Four-line Regiment and the 769th Regiment in the frontal battle, while all the direct-aiming artillery was transferred to the flank.

Although the mountain road was rugged, fortunately, the 771st Regiment had a large number of people. After receiving the order from Brigade Commander Cheng, the unit actually sent two infantry companies, all of whom dropped their rifles and grenades, and relied purely on manpower to move 4 37mm anti-tank guns and 4 infantry guns and 200 rounds of artillery shells to the mountain.

These 8 artillery pieces were the chips that Tang Dao dared to wait here for the Japanese tanks to fight desperately, and they were also the reason why Brigade Commander Cheng decided to postpone the mobilization of the main forces on both wings according to Tang Dao's intention.

If the 8 artillery pieces could destroy the Japanese tanks, the Japanese infantry who had already started charging would be like moths flying into the fire, crashing into the bonfire that was about to burn.

But Brigade Commander Cheng, who had been observing the battlefield with a telescope, was still nervous. The battlefield was not a chess game. It didn't mean that having eight direct-aiming guns would definitely defeat the Japanese tanks. It depended on the level of the artillery of the Fourth Regiment.

Obviously, the skills of the artillery of the Fourth Regiment, who had experienced countless bloody battles, exceeded the imagination of the genius military generals.

In just the first round of test firing, the Type 89 tank, which was leading the way, was stopped.

Two infantry artillery shells fell in an area less than 5 meters away from both sides of the Type 89 tank, exploding a ball of fire, and countless mud and rocks hit the armor of the Type 89 tank.

No one knew how panicked the Japanese armored soldiers were, but the Japanese Army Da Zuo, who was hundreds of meters behind, was pale at the time!

Seeing several balls of fire rising in the tank array, let alone the Japanese Army Da Zuo was a smart man, even if he was a brain-dead man, he knew why the Chinese position on the opposite side was so quiet. They were waiting for the opportunity.

Waiting for the Imperial Infantry to charge, waiting for their direct-fire artillery to destroy the Imperial tanks. Once the tanks lose their solid and huge bodies and machine gun firepower, relying only on infantry to attack the defense lines that the opponent has already arranged, I don't know how many Imperial infantry will fall on the road of charging.

But even if he already knew the Chinese's intentions at this moment, what could the Japanese Army Da Zuo do? The order to charge has been issued, and hundreds of Imperial infantry have already rushed out more than ten meters. It only takes more than a hundred meters for them to rush into the trenches and tear the Chinese there to pieces with bullets and bayonets.

This is no longer called an arrow on the string that has to be shot, but a bow that has been shot and there is no turning back!

"Kill the chicken! All the troops, follow me! Charge!" The Japanese Army Da Zuo, whose face was pale, immediately made the wisest choice at this time, drew out his command knife, and roared at the front.

Hundreds of Japanese soldiers, led by a Japanese Army Da Zuo, rushed wildly!

The firing of 8 artillery pieces in the mountains not only failed to delay the pace of the Japanese offensive, but also caused its reserve troops to enter the charge state.

Standing at the position where Brigade Commander Cheng was at this time, the field of view of the telescope was filled with the "shit yellow" that kept moving forward!

The four infantry guns behind the Japanese army also began to roar, and four balls of orange-red flames bloomed on the hills on both sides of the circular trench!

This group of Japanese soldiers, who were stimulated by death and went crazy, had a taste of living for death!

At that moment, even though he had seen many talented generals who had seen bigger scenes than this, he couldn't help but shudder a little.

Not to mention the desperate charge of hundreds of people, in his memory, there was even a charge of thousands of people, which was in the "anti-siege" battle five years ago, but its momentum was far from comparable to this group of Japanese soldiers composed of hundreds of people.

If he was asked to guard there with two infantry companies, no, even if there was an infantry battalion, even if there were 8 direct-aiming guns to help, he didn't know if he could hold the position tightly and not let a Japanese soldier escape.

It can be said that judging from the desperate attitude and momentum displayed by the more than 600 Japanese soldiers of the 108th Division, the second-line division of the Japanese Army, the Japanese Army's combat power level is not only the first in Asia, but also in the top three in the world.

Unfortunately, these more than 600 Japanese soldiers who were defeated but still full of fighting spirit encountered a completely different army from this era.

It is not because their commanders have insights far beyond this era that make this army somewhat different, but because they have rushed out of the battlefield of death again and again, and their fighting will has long been tempered like fine steel.

This is the main reason why they still remain calm when facing the crazy charge of more than 600 Japanese soldiers led by 6 steel behemoths.

For example, a certain regimental commander who violated the military regulations of the Four-Line Regiment leaned in the trench with the soldiers, looked up at the Japanese invaders who started to charge a hundred meters away, and sang a line of "operatic tune" with a slight curl of his lips: I have paid so much for you, but it hurts me so much that I can't say it, because I love you like a moth flying into a fire...

What is this? A group of soldiers around a certain regimental commander were all confused. Let alone the strange tune of the opera, why are these words still being loved back and forth?

The regimental commander's brain is probably not working well recently, because he has fought too many battles! Li Jiujin threw a look at the orderly Erya, indicating that the battle was over and he wanted to give some meat to the nervous regimental commander.

Erya looked up at the sky speechlessly!

Of course, there must be fear.

For example, most of the new recruits who joined the Four-Line Regiment not long ago were scared to death, but the veterans leaning in the trenches with cigarettes in their mouths seemed to be relaxed, which gave them the confidence that they didn't pee their pants.

"Tanks are nothing. When I fought in Songjiang, I even withstood the Japanese 105mm howitzer!" The veterans expressed their disdain when the Type 89 tanks roared over.

The veterans like to brag, but never Xia Jiba. Whatever they say has some factual basis.

And the story of Qian Dazhu being promoted to company commander is already known to everyone in the Four-line Regiment. The reason why his infantry company was almost wiped out was because the Japanese 105mm howitzer was too terrible! No fortifications could withstand a blow from that thing.

In comparison, the Type 89 tank is really worthless. Even if there is no rapid-fire gun and infantry gun to help, Molotov cocktails and explosive packs have been prepared in the trenches. If not, just blow him up.

The few new recruits in the Seventh Company were calmed down by the calmness of the veterans, not to mention the Guard Company. They were reorganized from the original Leng Feng First Company and were the only unit in the entire Four-Line Regiment that did not absorb new recruits. All the vacancies were drawn from the veterans of the infantry companies.

This did not require any reason. It was enough to know that they were the Guard Company and the last card in the hands of the regiment commander. Even a stingy person like Li Jiujin never raised any opinions on this.

The Type 89 tank that was stopped tried to adjust the turret and tried to use its short and thick 57mm tank gun to fight back in the direction of the attack; the smoke that suddenly rose in the distance actually allowed the deputy armored squadron with his head exposed outside the turret to find the enemy's attack position.

However, the four 37mm rapid-fire guns that had been tested did not give them a chance. From the beginning, the eight guns regarded this big guy with artillery as the main target, and almost all of the eight shells were aimed at it.

A 70mm infantry artillery shell hit the track of the Type 89 tank. As flames rose, the steel track broke, and the Type 89 tank, which was moving sideways, suddenly lost power. Then, three consecutive 37mm shells hit the tank.

A large hole visible to the naked eye appeared on the huge body of the Type 89 tank. The Japanese lieutenant who was closest to the turret mouth panicked and leaned his upper body out of the tank. It seemed that he wanted to abandon the tank and escape.

But in an instant, the flames from the inside of the tank surrounded him, and the whole person became a fire man, rolling off the roof, and then rolling wildly, trying to extinguish the flames on his body.

But at this time, all the Japanese infantrymen who had followed the tank had already taken big strides forward with guns, and the Japanese troops who had already charged behind were still about 200 meters away from here. Who could care about this poor guy?

If the script was followed, the ending of this person would be rolling and rolling, and then he would stop moving, allowing the burning flames to use his flesh and fat as raw materials, and eventually become a black but fragrant barbecue.

But the battlefield is so cruel, it never follows the regular script. A panicked Type 94 tank reversed frantically, and the track just ran over the rolling Japanese Army Lieutenant.

"Bang!" A muffled sound seemed so insignificant on the battlefield at this time, but it should be the sound of a head being crushed.

The 5 small beanies were completely panicked after the boss was hit by the direct-aimed artillery and turned into a pile of blazing fire.

Compared with the 25mm thick armor of the Type 89 tank, the small beanie weighing only a few tons with an average thickness of only 7mm is a scum, and the 70mm shells of the Type 92 infantry gun can easily blow it up at 1,000 meters.

Moreover, the mentality of the Japanese armored soldiers is different from that of the infantry. The infantry has been wandering on the edge of life and death for a long time and has a certain degree of acceptance of death, but the armored soldiers protected by armor have no such concept.

Therefore, in the face of crisis, their performance is far worse than that of the infantry who are still marching forward.

These guys neither moved forward nor retreated. Instead, they displayed snake-like maneuvers on the battlefield. Their entire purpose was nothing more than one word: Don't come and hit me!

How could the eight artillery squads of the Four-Line Regiment know the inner thoughts of these Japanese armored soldiers? When they saw that the Type 89 tanks had exploded, they naturally aimed at the five small tanks that were moving in various ways.

The shells kept firing at the small tanks. Regardless of whether they hit them or not, fireballs kept rising on the battlefield until one of them was completely immobile.

At this time, the Japanese infantry shouting "on board" had almost rushed to the front of the circular defense line for 50 meters.

Victory was just around the corner. Many Japanese soldiers already had melon-shaped grenades in their hands. They only had to rush 20 meters before throwing grenades forward, and then it was their final sprint stage. After that, they would use bullets and bayonets to eliminate all enemies in front of them.

This scene was not unfamiliar to them. They had experienced it countless times on the battlefield in North China.

"Fire!" Tang Dao, who was in the circular fortification, picked up a semi-automatic rifle and opened fire first.

Erya beside him fired into the sky.

"Winter!" The red signal flare burst into a brilliant light in the sky.

No one can describe the gunfire that broke out on the battlefield at this time!

It was too dense, three times denser than the sound of a hundred firecrackers being lit at the same time during the Chinese New Year.

Because it was the sound of four heavy machine guns, more than a dozen light machine guns and two mg34s, plus dozens of submachine guns, Mauser pistols, semi-automatic rifles, and more than two hundred single-shot rifles.

How to describe this firepower density that can spit out nearly two thousand bullets in ten seconds? If it were placed on a battlefield of the level of the Battle of Songhu, it might be called nothing.

After all, it was a large-scale battle with tens of thousands of people fighting fiercely.

But here, it was three hundred Japanese soldiers who endured it all.

In the end, none of the crazy Japanese infantrymen could realize the ambition that kept flashing in their minds, because no one could rush within a distance of 40 meters.

Looking from the sky, the surging "shit yellow" is like a row of huge waves that could have swept everything. In an instant, this row of huge waves seemed to hit the reefs that had existed for billions of years. While being smashed to pieces, they could only retreat helplessly.

But it must be said that the so-called "board charge" is very powerful. Even if it encounters such powerful firepower, especially the two mg34s deployed on the left and right wings, each fired 300 bullets in one breath, like the god of death swinging his sickle to sweep back and forth in the Japanese army. At least more than 60 Japanese soldiers fell under the muzzles of these two "widow makers".

But the Japanese army, shouting "board", still rushed forward, just like borrowing bullets with their bodies, and still rushed.

There is no doubt that facing these guys who actively seek death, Tang Tuanzuo and his subordinates will not be soft at all.

There is no need to aim at all, just shoot, shoot, and shoot again.

The Japanese, like a felled tree, fell to the ground headfirst.

The courage to die was completely shattered in the face of crazy firepower.

It can be said that this was a massacre, an absolute one-sided massacre.

Because, in order to ensure the success rate, many Chinese soldiers in the trenches and on the hills even forgot the danger. They either shot in a crawling position or stood up in the trenches with their entire upper body exposed and fired with guns.

But there were very few who were hit by the dying Japanese.

Let alone a casualty ratio of ten to one, it was not necessarily dozens to one.

The Japanese were crazy, and the Chinese soldiers here were not cowards either. They were not soft-hearted when killing the Japanese.

The range of the bullets of the Chinese soldiers was more than a few dozen meters or a hundred meters. The total range of more than 20 machine guns exceeded 500 meters.

I don’t know how many bullets passed through the gaps in the first wave of Japanese troops and shot to the rear.

Although the two waves of Japanese troops were nearly 200 meters apart, they were still in chaos.

When the first wave of Japanese troops were almost wiped out, the Japanese troops who had rushed to 150 meters in front of the position had their fighting will completely destroyed. No one was brave enough to move forward. They all chose to crawl on the ground.

This approach was undoubtedly the difference between dying early and dying late.

"Well done!" Brigade Commander Cheng on the mountain peak waved his fist fiercely, and smiled for the first time.

Turning his head, he said to the officers standing beside him, "Captain Tang of the Four-Line Regiment tried his best to avoid the loss of our troops! Now, it's our turn. Order! Charge the whole army! Completely annihilate this group of Japanese troops!"

"Tick-tick! Tick-tick!" The charge horn sounded throughout the mountains.

In the sky, several red flares were bright and dazzling.

"Kill!" More than 6,000 soldiers rushed out from all over Beiganling.

To use the original words of an old soldier telling the story of the Anti-Japanese War to primary school students decades later: That should be the most magnificent scene I have ever seen in my life. The entire mountain was covered with the uniforms of my Chinese soldiers. The yellow of the Japanese devils was simply insignificant.

From that moment on, I knew that we Chinese would definitely win the victory in this war, because we have more people!

The old grandfather was so cute, and the naive primary school students couldn't help cheering.

When he was young, the old soldier's mind was very simple, and he believed that more people would win the final victory!

That was a fact, but it was not necessarily true.

However, even the old soldier who had reached old age knew that what really determined the direction of the war was the unyielding will.

A group of sheep could not pose any threat to a lion!

But in his heart, that scene on that day, thousands of people running wildly in the mountains of China, must be a scene he would never forget in his life.

"Baga!" Goto Koshinan wailed in despair.

However, this shrill cry seemed so insignificant on the battlefield that was already occupied by gunfire and shouts of killing.

It was like no one cared whether he, the Japanese Army general, was dead or alive.

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