Rise From Eight Hundred

Thin green smoke rose from the Browning pistol in Tang Dao's hand.

A flower of blood exploded from the back of the head of the Sichuan Army Commander who was still pleading.

The bullet with more than 400 joules of kinetic energy easily penetrated the hard skull, rolled inside the soft brain, turning the brain into a ball of paste, and then opened a slap-sized wound on the back of the head, and the deformed warhead disappeared.

From the perspective of the Sichuan Army soldiers, the blooming blood flower is as bright as the cockscomb flower in the fields of Sichuan Province.

The whole audience was stunned!

No one expected that the tall officer with a stern face would just shoot.

Even if he becomes a deserter, he is still an infantry regiment commander! An officer second only to the division commander and brigade commander, such a figure is like a ceiling-level existence to the soldiers. They dare not even show their dignity when they see him.

But it is such a person who, in front of this person, kills as many times as he wants, just like a little chicken.

As the 'little chicken', the colonel leader with a big face might have thought that he would be executed under the power of Tang Dao, but his death should have been unexpected when it came so unexpectedly.

Otherwise, why was his suddenly stagnant gaze full of confusion? Why did this war supervisor named Tang Dao dare to kill him in front of more than a thousand subordinates? Why didn't Tang Dao give face to the dignified general and deputy commander? Also, why is the name Tang Dao so familiar? He must have heard it somewhere.

"Future Brigadier Liu, it's a pity that you can only stay in the position of regimental commander for the rest of your life." Tang Dao approached Liu Ruzhai, who was still standing still, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear. "However, having another brigade commander like you will only bring shame to the Sichuan Army officers and soldiers, so I'd better ask you to die!"

"When did I become a brigade commander?" Liu Ruzhai's confused eyes gradually solidified and turned completely gloomy.

Still confused, he fell on his back and his heavy body hit the ground, splashing a cloud of dust. The blood hole as thick as a finger in the middle of his head was clearly visible, and the blood sprayed out for several meters from the back of his head.

The last trembling fell into silence in the cold wind, and he died!

Of course Liu Ruzhai, who was still extremely confused until his death, would not know that in the past time and space, although the 433 brigade was almost wiped out because he led his troops to escape, and the lieutenant general and division commander committed suicide in the battlefield, but because he had a good relative, he actually Confusing truth and fabricating facts to say that he was successful in evacuating from the Japanese encirclement and being promoted to the post of major general and brigade commander after the war is absolutely a shame for the Sichuan Army, which sent millions of strong men to fight against the Japanese and killed more than 600,000 people.

Now, Tang Dao has erased this shame in advance.

However, Tang Dao put himself in extreme danger.

If a Sichuan regiment was stimulated, let alone shoot at him, if only one tenth of them lost control, he and the two signal soldiers Xia Dayu and Erya would be beaten into a hornet's nest without any luck.

On the road, in the mountains and forests, in the vast space, there is no other sound except the rapid breathing of people.

Everyone watched as Tang Dao killed the man with a good background and military position with one shot, and then toppled him into the dust like trash.

The air seemed to be frozen.

Tang Dao, who was killing people like chickens, looked at the Sichuan army who was still in a daze, put the pistol back into the gun bag on his waist, rushed behind him and waved: "Erya, take out the letter of appointment for the theater headquarters and hand it to them after you finish reading it. Review!”

"Zi appointed Tang Dao, the commander of the independent battalion of the 43rd Army of the 23rd Group Army, as the war supervisor of the Guangde Defense Area, and his independent battalion became the defense area supervisory team!" Facing the black muzzles of thousands of guns, Erya couldn't help but feel a little agitated in her calves. Zhuan Jin, if it weren't for the tall and straight figure of Tang Dao in front of him, he might not be able to read it completely.

He immediately killed the regiment leader and declared thousands of people as deserters. This kind of huge psychological pressure, not to mention Erya, even the veteran Youzi Li Jiujin who was hiding behind the rock had cold sweat streaming from his forehead.

"Don't move. Even if you fart, hold it back." Li Jijin ordered in a low growl.

Leng Feng on the other side issued the same order almost at the same time.

The veterans know very well that at this time, even the slightest sound may stimulate the deserters who are in a daze. Once the deserters' psychology collapses, it is even more dangerous than facing thousands of Japanese troops. What theater headquarters? , no war supervisor is easy to use.

After reading it, Erya handed the letter of appointment to the Sichuan Army captain who was standing beside Tang Dao and holding a shell gun with an earthy face.

Taking it almost dully, the Sichuan Army captain glanced at the bright red seal of the 43rd Army Headquarters on the letter of appointment, and knew in his heart that it was definitely not a forgery.

The Songhu Theater Command is still hundreds of miles away from here, so naturally the letter of appointment can only be issued by telegraph, and the person who can seal it can only be the highest command that this force can find.

The name of the 43rd Army broke into the army captain's field of vision, but it seemed to ignite a beam of light in his chaotic mind after being greatly frightened. He also remembered Tang Dao's name.

"Are you Tang Dao who was appointed as the commander of the Sixing Battalion after the Battle of Sihang Warehouse?" The captain looked at Tang Dao with horrified eyes and asked in shock.

"The Sixing Battalion has been placed directly under the 43rd Army Headquarters of the Sichuan Army after the Battle of Jiaxing, and was renamed the Independent Battalion! I am Tang Dao!" Tang Dao glanced at the captain and replied in a deep voice.

A person’s name is like a tree’s shadow! Tang Dao, with a remnant of his troops who had not evacuated the Sixings Warehouse, used explosives to bury a group of Japanese troops into the steel ruins. His battlefield reports from Tantai Mingyue were famous all over the world.

From the perspective of civilians, most of them are heroic, glorious, and honorable. But from the perspective of soldiers, it is cruel enough.

If it is not cruel, how can you bet the lives of more than a hundred people to blow up the entire warehouse? That is a building weighing thousands of tons. Even if there is a tunnel, who can guarantee that the collapsed building will not block the entrance to the tunnel?

If it is really Tang Dao, it is not so strange to kill his own regiment leader with one shot. He killed several people with a rifle in front of thousands of Japanese soldiers. Their thousands of earthen guns are nothing!

"Hello, sir!" Thinking of Tang Dao's past fierce battle record, the captain of the Sichuan Army shuddered involuntarily, instinctively handed the gun to his left hand, and raised his right hand to salute Tang Dao.

"Sorry, Captain, I can't return the salute to you now!" Tang Dao looked at the captain of the Sichuan Army and said seriously. "Because, you are still deserters, even if the culprit has been executed on the spot."

Fuck, the commander is really a lunatic. He has offered himself a ladder, so it's fine if you don't come down, but why are you still arguing?

Leng Feng, who has always been bold and daring, also broke out in cold sweat.

"Go, let those who can speak up come out and talk to me!" Tang Dao waved his hand.

The army captain looked embarrassed, and no one in the Sichuan army line pointed at Tang Dao took the initiative to come out.

Obviously, there is already Liu Ruzhai, the "jewel" in front of him. What if the army colonel in front of him, who kills Japanese like killing chickens, shoots him without any care? No one wants to be the wronged ghost, right?

"Very good, is this the courage of the heroic Sichuan army that once swore to fight against the Japanese in the mountains of Sichuan Province?" Tang Dao sneered and strode forward.

The Sichuan soldiers holding guns were in a panic, and the dozens of people standing in the front instinctively retreated, and the team suddenly became chaotic.

Tang Dao jumped onto a big rock on the side of the road, and the metallic sound spread throughout the venue.

"I am Tang Dao, the one who was written in the newspaper and became the battalion commander in Sihang Warehouse by killing a few Japanese devils. I was originally a Sichuan Army, and I am still one now. No matter whether I am a soldier or a battalion commander, I am proud of being a Sichuan Army.

Because, although my Sichuan Army is small in number and poorly equipped, my Sichuan Army has proved to the whole of China what it means to be brothers in arms with blood in Songhu Dachang Town for seven days and nights, Songjiang for four days and nights, and Jiaxing for ten days and nights. Brothers never give up!

But today, I am disappointed! It turns out that the Sichuan Army that makes me proud is not all like the brothers around me. They also have cowards, cowards who lose their positions and abandon their comrades on the battlefield!" Tang Dao suddenly pointed his hand forward, pointing at the Sichuan Army soldiers in front of him. "Those cowards are you."

Facing Tang Dao's accusation of cowardice, the Sichuan Army was silent, and many people lowered their guns.

"If anyone disagrees with the title of coward, you can tell me loudly. I am not a defense zone supervisor now, but a Sichuan kid who grew up eating chili peppers like you!" Tang Dao looked at the Sichuan Army and took the initiative to tear off his collar badge.

"Commander Tang, we are not. We have fought the Japanese before, but we can't beat them!" After a moment of silence, a pale-faced Sichuan Army second lieutenant strode out of the queue and pointed behind him.

"Commander Tang, look, it's so cold, we don't even have a cotton coat. We are not afraid of the cold, but each of us was issued 15 rounds of bullets before the war, and the Japanese! There are planes in the sky, cannons on the ground, and tanks. How can we fight?"

"My brothers in a platoon listened to the commander's request and did not sleep all night. They dug a trench more than one meter deep, but the Japanese only used one shot, only one shot, and half of my brothers in a platoon were gone, and several people didn't even have a complete body." As he spoke, the second lieutenant shed tears.

Many Sichuan Army soldiers had wet eyes.

The lieutenant's words hit the mark of their thoughts. They had nearly 2,000 men in an infantry regiment, but now only 1,200 are left. Of the 800 who died in battle, more than half died in the fierce Japanese artillery fire.

And they only had eight mortars in the entire brigade. If it weren't for the geographical advantage, they would probably be annihilated soon.

"You said it, I admit, our equipment is very different from the Japanese!" Tang Dao nodded. "But this is not a reason for you to choose to be a deserter."

"On the Songhu battlefield, 60,000 Guangxi wolf soldiers, led by two generals holding bayonets, launched a counterattack against the Japanese army. The Japanese army not only had aircraft, artillery and tanks, but also naval guns with a caliber of more than 200 mm and poison gas bombs. In just one day, the remains of our army were scattered all over the battlefield. Looking around, it was all blue. Their highest commander, General Bai, burst into tears in the headquarters.

In one day, tens of thousands of soldiers died in battle. Do they have the right to retreat? Of course they do, they have done their best. But they are still here.

In the Battle of Jinshanwei, an infantry regiment of the Hunan Army had already lost in the anti-landing operation With only 800 soldiers left, could they retreat? Of course they could, they had tried their best, but they chose to live and die with the small Jinshan City. In the entire infantry regiment, only one signalman was left to report the news to Songjiang City, and the rest were all killed in battle!

They could retreat, but why didn't they?

Because they knew that if they retreated to the southeast, they would be in Central China, and if they retreated from Central China, they would be in South China, and after South China, they would be in the sea. If they retreated further, where could they retreat to? Where could we Chinese retreat to?

Would it be like the invasion of the Mongol army hundreds of years ago, when the central part of China and Sichuan Province were massacred, and in the south, 100,000 Confucian scholars jumped into the sea, and since then, the Han people have been like pigs and dogs for nearly a hundred years?

This is such a simple truth, the Gui army understands it, the Xiang army understands it, and the whole of China understands it. Is it just that our Sichuan army does not understand it? "

Under Tang Dao's questioning, the scene was even more silent, and many soldiers' heads drooped like their guns.