Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 13 The Lieutenant Colonel’s Expectations

“Sir, if it weren’t for this dog’s help, I wouldn’t have been able to kill the Japanese so easily.

And I think dogs’ hearing is far better than that of humans. If the devil wants to do something fancy, maybe it can remind us. "Tang Dao stood at attention and replied.

The reason is simple, but hard to refute.

 “That’s it, then it’s up to you!”

The lieutenant colonel glanced at Tang Dao, who had a serious expression, a smile appeared on his lips, and he waved his hand gently.

“You and Captain Shangguan will go to the First Company first and get familiar with your colleagues. In twenty minutes, you will come to the headquarters with Company Commander Shangguan to discuss matters.”

"Haha! Come on, Platoon Leader Tang, I'll take you to get to know your new brothers." Shangguan Yun was happy when he got his wish.

The remaining school officers and lieutenants all looked strange.

In such a life-and-death battlefield, it was okay to allow Tang Dao to take in a wild dog as a child's play, but it was too surprising to allow an acting platoon leader like Tang Dao to participate in a military meeting.

You know, according to convention, those who are qualified to participate in the military meeting of the regiment, in addition to the second-in-command of the major battalion commander, are the four captains of the company, but there has never been a second lieutenant level, let alone a newcomer like Tang Dao, even if he Very strong, able to kill a Japanese squad by himself.

 The military is a very special group that respects the strong. Tang Dao has proven his strength with facts, so he was absorbed and accepted.

 But acceptance and absorption does not mean that he can quickly enter the decision-making level. The always cautious army lieutenant colonel who was born in Huangpu once again surprised his subordinates who were familiar with him with his almost exaggerated regard for Tang Dao.

Watching Tang Dao, Lei Xiong and others disappear outside the door, and glancing at his capable subordinates who had strange expressions but did not speak, the lieutenant colonel of the Army smiled faintly: "Do you think the arrangement I just made was a little inappropriate? ?”

There was silence. Looking at the eyes of the other three captains looking at him, Yang Ruifu, the second most important person among the more than 400 people in the 524th Regiment and the major commander of the 1st Battalion of the 524th Regiment, said with a wry smile:

“Vice-General of the Regiment, with Tang Dao’s skill, he is worthy of being the leader of a platoon.

 Just after he joined our army, I asked him to participate in our army's tactical planning meeting. It was not because I was worried about his background, but because I was afraid that the old brothers who had been with us for a long time would not accept it! "

This sentence did not mince words, but directly stated the concerns of several people present.

Shangguanyun definitely doesn't care. As his direct subordinate, it is also his honor for Tang Dao to participate in the highest meeting of the regiment. But what about the second and third machine gun companies?



Having held the rank of second lieutenant for several years, there were even some who were still lieutenants. However, in the military meeting that they were not qualified to attend, a newcomer like Tang Dao stole the spotlight.

Even if they have no objection to obeying military orders, they can't resist the instigation of the squad leaders below!

 You must know what the most important thing in the army is: strength! It's an honor!

Tang Dao, who has just arrived, has become the number one platoon leader with just one military merit. It's a shame that the officers and soldiers of the other companies have no objections.

“Oh! Are there any more?” The Army Lieutenant Colonel looked at the other three people, their faces dim under the dim light in the room.

“Second, sir, the war is about to begin. Don’t let such a small incident upset the platoon commanders of the other companies and lower their morale!” the second company commander said immediately.

“Short-sighted!” Seeing that the other two people nodded slightly in agreement, the Army Lieutenant Colonel scolded.

He walked to the window with his hands behind his back, pointed at the brightly lit concession on the other side, sighed slightly and asked:

“Do you know the real reason why our lone army of no more than a few hundred people was personally ordered by the theater headquarters to hold on to the desperate position of Sihang Warehouse?”

“Didn’t the division headquarters order us to hold on for seven days to cover the retreat of the main force of the division?” Yang Ruifu was stunned for a moment.

As the commander of the 1st Battalion, he led his troops to defend the Zhabei forward position for two months, sacrificing almost half of his brothers. When he received the order to retreat, he was extremely reluctant.

He was very happy when a call came from the division headquarters telling him to withdraw to Sihang Warehouse and hold one battalion for seven days to cover the retreat of the entire army.

Even if he knew that this battle would most likely result in the death of him and all his men.

Only those who have experienced the battlefield understand that when they see again and again those brothers who used to sleep in the same pot and sleep on the same bed with them day and night, just fall under the enemy's artillery fire and bullets, with blood staining the ground red, and their faces... What will happen to their mentality when they turn sallow and can no longer lift themselves up or cry out to wake them up.

 Death is actually not that scary. What they fear is not being able to hold the position where their brothers paid their lives.

 If possible, they would rather die in exchange for inner peace.

Yes, life is precious, and behind them there are many parents, wives and children who are looking forward to their return home. But when these two choices are put in front of them, many soldiers will choose the latter without hesitation, rather than settle for nothing. alive. Those who sacrifice themselves to gain even a glimmer of victory may not be considered heroes in the eyes of many people, but there is no doubt that they are true warriors.

 Those who can enter this warehouse are warriors.

 But in war, the most tragic people are actually the soldiers.

  For both warring parties, all soldiers are just pawns on the big shot's chessboard. Their fate is not actually controlled by themselves, even if they are sacrificed.

The nearly one million soldiers on the Songhu battlefield will appear in the future history books of the two countries, whether they are alive or dead, in fact, they will be nothing more than a series of cold numbers.

 So, even though he was the commander of a battalion of hundreds of people, Yang Ruifu did not know the political significance behind the battle at Sihang Warehouse.

“In this war, the prosperity of Songhu was completely destroyed and devastated, but the concession was able to enjoy singing and dancing, but our land of China was kept peaceful by foreigners. It is really a shame for our soldiers!” A deep sadness appeared in the eyes of the Army Lieutenant Colonel.

"And we are going to fight this battle to show them, to show the people of Songhu who stayed in the concession, and to show the entire Chinese people. We want to tell the whole of China and the whole world that Songhu did not fall, because We are still here.”

 The Army Lieutenant Colonel suddenly looked back, with a trace of blood in his eyes, and growled in a low voice:

"Do you know? From the moment I received the order, I was already prepared to die, because this is Songhu's last position! Not just because there is no way out."

Looking at the solemn figures of his subordinates, the Army Lieutenant Colonel’s voice became calmer:

“Here is the grave where I thank someone! But before I thank someone for dying, the Japanese have to pay a sufficient price.

Now, do you understand? If we want to kill enough Japanese before they die, we need strong soldiers, not so-called qualifications.

I think you all know the process of how Tang Dao killed fifteen Japanese soldiers. Tell me, if you were to change places, could you do better than him? "The Army Lieutenant Colonel's eyes were as sharp as a knife.

 “No!” Deng Ying, the commander of the second company, shook his head decisively.

“This man has already performed the single-soldier assault tactic to the extreme. Not to mention my battalion, even the entire 88th Division, no one can match it.”

 “Hey! It’s just a single-soldier raid!” the Army Lieutenant Colonel snorted coldly.

“You are really underestimating him. What he has handed over is the application of small-scale tactics to the extreme.

I am almost sure that if he is given a platoon-level unit where everyone has his level of 5 or 6, he can turn this small unit into a sharp knife that will make any enemy tremble with fear, and even change tens of thousands of people. The end of the level battle. "

 The four officers were stunned. None of them expected that their top commander would speak so highly of Tang Dao.

 In fact, if Tang Dao could hear this lieutenant colonel's evaluation of him, he would be equally surprised.

This top student from Whampoa Military Academy not only saw through the level of special operations he had painstakingly displayed, but also revealed the essence of special operations in the coming decades.

For a long time in the future, the most terrifying thing about special operations is beheading, in which thousands of troops take the heads of generals.

It's like a crocodile, lurking under the water, waiting for its prey to relax its vigilance, and then kill it with a fatal blow.

“It’s a pity that we don’t have time to help him train such a sharp knife force.

 He doesn’t even have the chance to become China’s strongest soldier. He can only die in this tomb with us. "The Army Lieutenant Colonel showed regret in his eyes and sighed slightly.

“But I hope that before he dies, he can use his extremely powerful small-scale tactics to help us and kill more Japanese.

 This time, I hope, we will no longer exchange three for one, but one for three! "

The lieutenant colonel's somewhat cold voice echoed in the small room of Sihang Warehouse.

 And one thousand meters away.

"Baga! Who can tell me what's going on?" The roar of a Japanese major pierced the night sky in Songhu.

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