Rise From Eight Hundred

Or, even those who participated in the battle personally could not know the details of the entire battlefield.

Because, they can only know themselves.

Whether they are dead or alive.

After the gunfight in a state of chaos ended, more than three infantry companies of the security regiment left the area.

They didn't even know how much they had achieved.

Because no one was counting, the only thing they could do was to take away their wounded or bodies before the battle in Cangcheng ended.

Zhuang Shisan, who had vented his anger, was afraid that the Japanese army would launch a crazy artillery retaliation, so he slipped away first.

However, the once crazy Suematsu Shigeharu did not order the artillery regiment that had been waiting to retaliate with artillery fire this time. It had nothing to do with saving money, but he was still expecting his soldiers to leave the dark block alive.

The patience of the Chinese exceeded his imagination. In the battle of Cangcheng for more than two hours, dozens of artillery fired 1,300 shells inside and outside Cangcheng, which was enough to cover Cangcheng, which was not large in area, several times back and forth, and the artillery group in the Chinese city did not fire a single shell.

The battle plan of killing two birds with one stone, not only did not hit a single bird, but also smashed his head and made it bleed.

The number of casualties exceeded 500, which was shocking, and one infantry squadron was missing.

Of the six infantry battalions that were engaged in the attack, two and a half were lost. Even a cruel person like Shigeharu Suematsu had to stop at this moment.

After waiting for more than an hour, except for the sporadic sound of Type 38 rifles proving that there were still people alive on their side, the "disappeared" infantry squadron still did not appear.

Shigeharu Suematsu, gritting his teeth, could only make an extremely unwise decision. The three infantry squadrons, under the cover of three Type 94 armored vehicles, entered the dark block with flares.

The powerful Japanese infantry gave great deterrence to the Chinese lurking in the block. There was no harassment and attack as imagined. They entered the block unimpeded all the way. After going two or three hundred meters deep, they saw the "disappeared" infantry squadron.

Under the eaves, in the courtyards, and in the alleys, there were yellow uniforms lying everywhere. They should have tried their best to resist. The long Type 38 rifles were still firmly held in their hands, and the melon grenades hanging on their chests were almost thrown away.

But they still died. Each of them had more or less bullet holes on their bodies, on the front, back, or sides, and the distribution of the bullet holes varied. Just by looking at the scars on the bodies, an experienced veteran could tell what kind of attack they had encountered.

It was an all-round attack from all directions. Every Chinese hiding in the corners of the dark could shoot bullets at them.

The terrible long-handled grenade exploded in the narrow alley, which made people despair. Five soldiers fell in an alley that was no more than 0.5 meters wide. Under the afterglow of the flares, a large amount of blood sprayed a large area of ​​white wall into a postmodern oil painting, and the broken meat and bones dotted in it were like unpolished pigments.

The force of nearly 600 infantrymen made the Chinese in the dark dare not move rashly, and also allowed the Japanese army to better find their compatriots who were "swallowed" by the darkness, and then carry away the bodies one by one.

Those lying on the ground were all corpses. Here, being injured meant death. The Chinese who were looking for all living things would not let go of the wounded, and even the corpses would be shot to confirm whether they were pretending to be dead.

This may also be the reason why the Japanese army found that there were far more bullet holes on the corpses than on ordinary battlefields during the inspection.

Originally, they still expected to find dozens or dozens of survivors. After all, during the more than one hour that the lieutenant general division commander waited patiently, there were still crisp "clicks" of Type 38 rifles in the dark streets from time to time.

But as more and more corpses were found, the Japanese infantry was completely desperate.

Those gunshots may not belong to their compatriots, but to the Chinese holding Type 38 rifles.

The purpose, of course, was just to make them believe that there were still their own infantrymen alive, so they should not fire.

The purpose of delaying time, even the dumbest Japanese soldiers could figure it out with their butts, was just to make all the people who were still in this area evacuate.

The Japanese commander who figured this out, Major Junichi Watanabe standing behind the Type 94 armored vehicle, suddenly felt cold in his balls.

If all the Chinese in this area ran away and only he was left, what would he do if he was the Chinese commander?

Naturally, he would bombard without hesitation. The shells were valuable, but they were still less valuable than human lives. It was the most suitable exchange.

"Baga! All troops evacuate quickly!" Junichi Watanabe's little face showed a strange paleness under the light of the flashlight.

Coupled with the military uniforms covered with dust and gunpowder, the ghostly aura was like a miniature zombie that had just crawled out of the cemetery.

After giving the order, Junichi Watanabe quickly got into the compartment of the Type 94 armored vehicle. He no longer disliked the small and cramped space of the Type 94 armored vehicle. He secretly prayed in his heart that he was just thinking nonsense just now. In fact, the Chinese were not that smart, and he was not that unlucky.

Yes, Major Junichi Watanabe, who had lost more than half of his men, felt that he was unlucky.

It was probably because of his dusty appearance that people thought he was a loser who played mahjong every day. When he was told to send a large number of troops into the dark streets to search, Shigeharu Suematsu chose his general without hesitation.

It doesn't matter. A guy who is covered by bad luck may not say good things, but he will say bad things.

The Japanese invested hundreds of troops with great fanfare, and fired more than a dozen flares with great momentum, as if they were afraid that the Chinese did not know how strong they were. Zhuang Shisan was so scared that he dared not breathe and hid more than 100 meters away, worried that he would have to fight the Japanese again.

Just now, he threw all his troops into his command in a fit of anger. With three times the number of troops of the Japanese army and the right time and place, he finally killed more than 100 Japanese soldiers, and he lost 70 or 80 people. He had a very intuitive understanding of the combat power of the Japanese army.

These hundreds of people came aggressively, and it is very likely that after the battle, he, the battalion commander, can become a platoon leader.

But Zhuang Shisan was frightened by the formation of the Japanese, but it does not mean that others will be afraid.

For example, the Tang sword in Cangcheng was beaten red-eyed.

In the two-hour battle of Cangcheng, the Japanese launched three rounds of heavy artillery bombardment, and the infantry attacked five times.

No one can count how many Japanese soldiers were killed, but the losses in the city are huge. The number of dead exceeded 200, and more than 70 were seriously injured. In addition to the casualties in the evening, the first battalion and the second company directly lost almost a battalion.

This is the price of the lack of heavy firepower. If the artillery group in the city can fire, the casualties can be reduced by at least one third.

But, it can't.

This is just an infantry battalion-level offensive and defensive battle. The bottom card has been turned over like this. How can it support the infantry division-level battlefield that will begin tomorrow?

Moreover, because the Japanese front line is wide enough, if it is not saturation artillery bombardment, the damage to the infantry is not great enough.

But now the hundreds of Japanese who entered the block with countless flares are like a delicious cake, firmly attracting the eyes of Tang Dao.

This coordinate should not be too clear.

Mountain artillery and field artillery still cannot fire, but that does not mean mortars cannot. Aren't the dozen 150-caliber mortars in the city used to attack infantry clusters?

First, they contacted the security group to confirm that their own personnel had basically evacuated, and then notified the command center. Several artillery observers quickly reported the accurate coordinates 300 meters away.

More than 15 150-caliber mortars bombarded the block at the moment when the unlucky Junichi Watanabe muttered in his heart.

The balls of fire rising from the houses almost broke a big tooth of Shigeharu Suematsu, who was a thousand meters away.

If his hand strength was not insufficient, it is estimated that the high-end telescope imported from Germany in his hand could also be crushed.

Finally, the Chinese artillery was forced out, killing two birds with one stone. At least one bird was hit, but Shigeharu Suematsu was not happy at all.

Because, this is not a howitzer, but a mortar that can run away after firing a few shots. What's more terrible is that the mortar with a range of only two or three kilometers can be fired at any place, and the shell speed of only 200 meters per second is not enough to draw a so-called trajectory in the sky.

How did he fight back? Another random bombing? Do you really think that shells are free!

It turns out that the Chinese who have not fired much are not afraid of retaliation, but they will not use their swords unless they stab you in the heart!