Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 543 Growth given by the battlefield

Leaving the enemy behind is the stupidest and saddest way to die on the battlefield.

The most elite infantry squadron belonging to the 23rd Infantry Regiment, which had encountered the [-]nd Company of the Independent Battalion head-on, just disappeared in such a stupid and sad way.

Hundreds of Chinese infantry chased the Japanese soldiers who had completely lost their fighting spirit and even rushed for 800 meters without even focusing on their guns.

The flares seized from the Japanese army were thrown into the sky by the Chinese infantry without hesitation. Even though the Japanese soldiers were running wildly like an antelope, they could only fall helplessly in the wilderness under the frenzied shooting of rifles and submachine guns.

The combination of Yang Bicheng and Wang Changshou, the old and the young, was naturally not as fast as the others, but they caught up with a Japanese soldier who was forced to jump into the pond.

There was not much water in the pond, and no one could be drowned in knee-deep water, but it was even more desperate for the Japanese soldiers who were chased to the sky and had nowhere to go.

Heavy cowhide boots are very good combat boots. The iron soles are not afraid of sharp objects on the battlefield, and they also have the function of keeping warm. However, they have become the biggest burden in the muddy land in the south of the Yangtze River. .

The Japanese army marched in the pond with difficulty, in front of two soldiers, one old and one young, whose chests heaved violently and breathed like thunder.

The moon just came out of the dark clouds, and the moonlight shone on the backs of the Japanese soldiers struggling to move forward. It was not tragic, but somewhat desolate.

Wang Changshou pulled the bolt of the gun and raised the gun to aim.

The figure of the Japanese soldier who was still struggling to move forward suddenly froze, and slowly turned his head, looking at the two Chinese soldiers who had raised their guns to aim at him.

The moonlight shone on his dirty face, which was pale!
Wang Changshou's heart trembled violently.

It was a Japanese soldier who was about the same age as Yang Bicheng. He was no more than 21 or [-] years old at most, roughly the same age as his son.

Will his bullet kill a young man of the same size as his son?Then, let his body soak in this pond until it rots?

Having gone through many bloody battles on the battlefield, the veteran of the Sichuan Army, whose heart had become extremely hardened, hesitated at this moment, his hands trembling slightly.

Yang Bicheng also stared at the Japanese soldier, who was about the same age as himself, without moving.

"Hand in the gun and don't kill!" Wang Changshou held up the gun, looked at the young Japanese soldier who turned his head with a miserable expression, and finally didn't pull his trigger.

As a veteran, he knew that he had violated the military orders issued by Tang Dao before the war.From Songjiang to Jiashan, the Japanese army never left any Chinese prisoners of war, so China does not need them either.

However, in the face of such a young man, he finally softened his heart. Perhaps, if he can catch him alive and go back, where can the officers get the information they want from him!Wang Changshou, who is already a father, used this reason to convince himself.

"Bang!" The gunshot rang out.

The expression of the Japanese soldier froze, and then collapsed, twitching in the shallow water of the pond, like a loach struggling painfully on a barbecue board.

There was no howling, and a large amount of water blocked his throat.

"He has already surrendered!" Wang Changshou looked to the side and roared in a rare way. "He's just a doll!"

Yang Bicheng's Browning pistol was emitting green smoke from the muzzle.

Faced with the questioning of the veteran who had been protecting him, Yang Bicheng suddenly burst into tears, but tried his best not to let it flow, and responded coldly: "Young people? The Japanese soldiers who insulted my aunt are also young people."

Wang Changshou was at a loss for words.

"Also, has he surrendered? His hand has never been raised, and he still looks at us fiercely like a wolf!" Yang Bicheng continued. "He must still have a gun in his hand."

"Turtle son, I don't believe it!" As if to prove that the recruit Danzi was only out of hatred, Wang Changshou jumped into the pond and dragged the Japanese soldier who was only slightly trembling and was about to die completely ashore.

The military rank on the Japanese soldier's collar badge had been artificially ripped off, so it was impossible to know whether he was a second-class soldier or a first-class soldier, but the moment he was turned over, Wang Changshou's eyes widened.

There was a Nambu Type [-] pistol stuck in the Japanese soldier’s waist belt, and the safety had already been turned on. If he had relaxed his vigilance a little earlier, and waited for the Japanese soldier who he thought had completely given up resistance to pull out his gun and turn around, he might not be here. Lying there are him and Yang Bicheng.

"The Japanese are all crazy!" Wang Changshou sighed.

"Cheng Wa'er, you are right!" Wang Changshou simply admitted the mistake he made because of his kindness.

Although he participated in the civil war in Sichuan Province and experienced the bloody Songhu battlefield, Wang Changshou is still a simple Chinese farmer in essence. They are influenced by traditional Chinese culture, and they are kind and tolerant in their bones.

Like many soldiers of his origin, he has not yet realized what kind of war this is. This is an unsolvable battle in which one nation needs a better place to live and another nation must protect its own place. .

Both nations have their own reasons for needing a war. The so-called kindness and tolerance can only become poison on such a battlefield.

The so-called brilliance of human nature can be there, but it must not be placed on a robber who killed your brothers and sisters.

The Chinese nation has multiplied on this land for thousands of years and never died. What is it based on?Is it poetry etiquette?No, it was the toughness of the Han Dynasty who exhausted a hundred years of national fortune to drive the Xiongnu thousands of miles away.

If you want to fight, I will fight!that is it.

Perhaps Wang Changshou and the others didn't understand these principles at this time, but the battlefield was their best classroom, and it taught them a vivid lesson.

Tang Dao grew up on the battlefield, learning how to be a better commander, and his soldiers also grew up.

The grown-up veterans and recruits didn't know that the young Japanese soldier they killed was the third person in the infantry squadron, the captain of its 2nd infantry squad. He looked young, but he had graduated from the non-commissioned officer school For two years, he was one of the most solid officers in this infantry squadron.

More importantly, their identities are extraordinary, and it is strange that they can surrender the two of them.

In the end, less than ten of the Japanese army escaped and returned to the Japanese army garrison.

It was thanks to their infantry brigade rushing over, but just like that, the second group of the special warfare team that sent a warning signal to Tang Dao and others was also 300 meters away in front of more than [-] Japanese troops who came aggressively. Three consecutive shots knocked down the three "shit-yellow" figures who were running ecstatically under the light of the flares to the ground.

"That was the darkest moment since I joined the army. Three imperial infantrymen were shot and killed by ruthless gunmen ambushed by the Chinese just 50 meters away from my reinforcements! But our army was helpless!" said the then 36th Infantry Brigade Lieutenant Keiichi Ikeda, deputy of the 23nd Infantry Battalion of the 2rd Infantry Regiment, recorded his mood at that moment in his marching diary.

They are no longer reinforcements, but corpse collection teams.

Along the way, there were all the corpses of the brigade. After restraint, there were as many as 60 corpses.

When they arrived at the battle field against Tang Dao [-]nd Company, although they had already prepared themselves mentally, they were still stunned.

Including their captain, Major Morita Shinji, there were more than 120 Japanese infantry soldiers on the battlefield. In addition to the previous infantry squadron, which had been strengthened by nearly 20 people, it was almost wiped out.

And this is not the final ending. An infantry squadron that was besieged by Lei Xiong and Leng Feng over there had a battle loss rate as high as 40% in just 60.00 minutes. If the infantry squadron came 20 minutes later, it is estimated that they would all be wiped out.

The main reason is that Lei Xiong and Leng Feng are really reluctant to spend their troops on this already completely dominant battlefield. If they are more ruthless and cold-blooded, and are willing to pay the casualties of an infantry platoon, the Japanese army may be more powerful than Tang Dao's side. The Japanese army on the battlefield collapsed earlier.

But that was obviously not what Tang Dao wanted to see.

Of course, compared to the three infantry companies that wiped out more than 400 of the 300 Japanese troops, the record of the artillery company, the fire support company, and the supply company, the auxiliary troops that originally stayed at the rear, was No. 1.

The Sanben Squadron, which crashed headlong into the firepower net laid by the Iron Head Company Commander, had almost no decent resistance, and was pressed to the ground and rubbed repeatedly.

The poor Sanben Squadron had to face the shelling of two infantry guns, six 82-caliber mortars and ten 150-caliber mortars.

No matter how elite the infantry was, they would be stunned after two rounds of covering attacks from [-] artillery pieces.

The Sanben Squadron, which was directly killed, wanted to run away, but there were three machine guns and six heavy machine guns waiting for them in the rear.

There is no need to use machine guns to annihilate them, just block the way they want to speed up their escape, and Sanben Squadron is dead.

The two platoons of the baggage company who rushed to the battlefield after running out of breath almost only fired two shots per person on average, and the battle was over.

Iron Head's Sanben Squadron has accomplished a feat, and the whole army is in ink!

An infantry squadron of nearly 200 people, in a small battle where the two sides each invested no more than a thousand people, did not even leave a single gasp. This may also be an extremely rare scene on the Sino-Japanese battlefield.

When it was dawn, Masao Tanigawa, who received the news, almost passed away out of breath.

He didn't even see the opponent's defense line, and was stripped of his underwear halfway.

Could there be a night raid worse than this?

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PS: I had various meetings during the day today, and I didn’t have time to finish Chapter 2 until after class in the afternoon. Please forgive me for the late update!Yesterday I babbled a few sentences, and many book friends expressed their opinions. Fengyue will definitely correct it, and I hope that book friends will continue to support Fengyue.

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