Rise From Eight Hundred

Those who could enter the cave treatment center were all seriously injured, not lightly injured.

There was no tragic scene of people saluting with their stumps just because their superiors came to visit them, only painful groans and pale coma.

There was even no pungent smell of disinfectant in the medical center, but the strongest smell was the bloody smell mixed with the smell of white wine.

Fortunately, a lot of medicines were seized in the battle to annihilate the Sixth Heavy Artillery Brigade, otherwise, half of the more than 100 wounded who could only lie on the cold ground would have been gone before Tang Dao, Lei Xiong and others came.

But even so, when Tang Dao and Lei Xiong walked gently among the wounded, they still saw two nurses gently covering the faces of two of the wounded with white sheets.

The two female nurses were sobbing softly, trying their best to suppress their sadness.

This is their job, saving lives, but also constantly welcoming death. .

Risking life and death, doing everything they can, but in vain, battlefield medical care is never easier than the front line.

Tang Dao, Lei Xiong and others stood quietly beside the wounded'beds, bowing their heads in silence.

However, in such an atmosphere, Tang Dao saw several familiar faces that made him happy.

They were all still alive. Although they were seriously injured, they were still breathing, which meant that there was still hope. That was the happiest thing for him today besides the night attack on the Japanese artillery positions.

After leaving the cave, the deafening cheers outside gradually stopped. Tang Dao told Potato, who was still at the entrance of the cave but had already started to eat canned beef and pancakes, what he saw, and patted him on the shoulder: "Lead the way, let's go to your positions of the seventh and ninth companies."

Hearing that his brothers were still alive and strong, Potato's spirits improved a lot, but when he heard that he was going to Hill No. 3, tears welled up in his eyes again.

But soon, the young soldier, who was only sixteen years old, became strong and led Tang Dao, Lei Xiong and other officers to Hill No. 3.

Behind them, hundreds of people from the Revenge Group, which was the reserve team, followed.

That was also Tang Dao's intention.

The tragic battlefield is heartbreaking, but it is also the most soul-shattering classroom.

Brave people will not be frightened by sacrifice, but will only be inspired by it.

Hundreds of soldiers stood on the top and hillside of the small No. 3 Highland.

Because, under Tang Dao's order, the four infantry companies of the independent battalion, the revenge regiment, the artillery company, the special agent company, the baggage company, the fire support company, and all the combat sequences under Tang Dao's command, except those who are still on guard, are basically around No. 3 Highland as long as they have legs.

And at the foot of the mountain, there are more people, more than a thousand people, in rows, neatly standing at the foot of the mountain.

In fact, there are not so many places to stay on the small No. 3 Highland.

Lieutenant General Rao and Major General Tong, who received the news, also rode their horses and led the guard troops from the garrison five or six kilometers away.

The two Sichuan Army infantry companies that were damaged on No. 3 Highland are both directly under their command, and they must come.

If the Japanese had fired a cannon at this time, they could have killed hundreds of Chinese people, who had not killed many in their daylong attack.

Unfortunately, they now had no 105mm howitzers or field guns. Even if they knew that the Chinese were gathering at risk, they could only stare blankly.

Otherwise, Tang Dao would not have done so.

Except for the sound of digging earth on the top of the mountain, the nearly 2,000 people on the top of the mountain, the hillside, and the foot of the mountain were unusually quiet.

Their silence was both because of shock and respect.

Everyone knew that the battle on the No. 3 high ground, which bore 90% of the Japanese artillery fire, was very fierce, but until they personally set foot on this position during the day, they realized that the so-called fierceness was still too mild compared to everything they saw.

This place is a purgatory on earth!

The Japanese had actually restrained some of their actions last night, but they were obviously unqualified cleaners.

Or, the situation was too bad and they were powerless.

The entire hillside was almost covered with horse and human corpses, and there was no complete one. Remains of limbs and bodies could be seen everywhere, not one by one, but in a bunch.

The earth slope facing the Japanese position was black because the trees and shrubs had been cut down and burned long ago, but under the ravages of artillery fire, fresh soil was turned out and turned yellow, but because of the blood left by a large number of deaths, it was evaporated or seeped into the soil by the high temperature formed by the explosion of shells.

Standing on it, you can only see brown and yellow.

But if you look up from the foot of the mountain, the gray-yellow hillside is like an oil painting with a gray-yellow base but sprayed with an unknown amount of black-brown block ink.

Only the soldiers understand that these almost weird tones represent the struggles of life. Without exception, they are all dead.

Use blood and various tissues in their bodies to paint such tones on the ground.

Tan Tai Mingyue used her camera to record all this from a distance, and after the war, it became a famous "death oil painting".

What is extremely strange is that after the war, many Japanese families in Hiroshima kept the printed version of this photo at home, and on every war anniversary, they would offer sacrifices and burn incense to worship.

Perhaps it is because many of the people who sprayed this weird "oil painting" were their children.

After this battle, the Kunisaki Detachment had internal statistics. Here alone, the Kunisaki Detachment had more than 450 dead and more than 300 wounded, almost a complete infantry battalion was lost here.

In particular, Cai Yongguan ordered Potato to call for his own artillery fire coverage. That move was too cruel. An infantry squadron that rushed to the position and a cavalry squadron that had already started charging, with a total of more than 200 people, had less than 30 survivors.

20 minutes accounted for one-third of the casualties in the afternoon.

As for Li Shoushan's Jing'an Army Brigade, it had been crippled as early as after noon, and the Kunisaki Detachment would never count their casualties in its own battle report.

Of course, in that crazy indiscriminate artillery attack led by the Chinese themselves, the remaining defenders on the Chinese mountaintop position were also wiped out.

But after several rounds of attrition battles by the Japanese army, the strength of the Chinese remnants on the mountaintop position had already been reduced to less than 20 people, that is, the strength of one and a half infantry squads.

Using 20 people for 200 people, a casualty ratio of 1 to 10 is simply a shameful data for the entire Japanese army.

This may also be one of the most disparate casualty ratios in the offensive and defensive battles between China and Japan since the Japanese army launched the July 7 Incident and the Battle of Shanghai.

The reason why it is said is that during the Battle of Sihang Warehouse, the 36th Infantry Regiment of the Japanese Army also had a more humiliating data than this.

However, that was mainly because the Japanese heavy artillery did not participate in the battle due to the geographical terrain of the Sihang Warehouse, and the Japanese could still find some fig leaves for themselves.

But what is this?

The Japanese Navy dispatched more than 20 bombers to assist in the battle, 4 105 howitzers and more than 20 75 caliber mountain and field guns and more than a dozen 70 caliber infantry guns were all on the battlefield, and the famous "Steel Army" took out all its strength.

Still, it was beaten like a dog!

As a result, the Kunisaki Detachment did not send this battle report to the Tenth Army Headquarters at all, but only to the Fifth Division Headquarters, which was still in the fierce battle in Shanxi. Then, it was sealed by the arrogant Itagaki Seishiro. The Chinese side refused to admit the number of enemy troops killed, saying that it was the Chinese side's own self-flattery until it was revealed to the world after the war.

However, Kunisaki had died in the battle, and Itagaki Seishiro was sent to the gallows, and there was no embarrassment of being slapped in the face.

However, for the Chinese soldiers at this time, the tragic situation of the Japanese army would only make their pores dilate and want to cheer.

But everyone remained silent.

Because the top of the "death oil painting" was so gorgeous, it was the flower of life of the comrades.