The young deputy squad leader couldn't help but clench his hands tightly.
Even when he was an observation post in the precarious fortifications and felt the waves of Japanese artillery fire, he may have never been so nervous.
Although he was not familiar with Tang Dao, he knew that he was the highest commander in Cangcheng. This was just the first head-to-head encounter with the Japanese. If the highest commander was killed in battle, what would happen to the defenders in Cangcheng?
Morale is undoubtedly fatal.
Anyone can die, but he cannot die.
But this is not something that a soldier like him can worry about. What really makes him nervous is because he doesn't want to see similar situations happen before his eyes again.
Yes, it is not the first time that the young deputy squad leader has seen the supreme commander personally fight on the front line.
In a daze, he seemed to see his colonel leader again, holding a pistol and personally leading two infantry companies to counterattack the position, until his figure disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
That was definitely the most tragic moment that the young soldier had ever seen. The regiment leader was missing, the entire infantry regiment went crazy, and the roar of 'avenge the regiment leader' resounded throughout the entire position.
They jumped out of the bunker one after another, not afraid of death, just to shoot the bullet in the gun chamber before dying, even if the bullet could not hit the enemy, as long as the bullet flew in the direction of the Japanese army.
There is no need to draw lots to get under a tank and blow it up. If you can't blow up an infantry group, then use an infantry squad. If you can't blow up an infantry squad, then use an infantry platoon.
It is not unusual at all for a tank to be surrounded by more than forty infantrymen.
The Japanese army with tanks could only retreat in the face of madness.
In the end, they regained the previously lost position, and a full 600 people remained on that position. Half of the regiment was gone, and their regiment leader disappeared.
An infantry company wept in tears and searched through the dust within a hundred meters radius, but only found a few fragments of bones.
He didn't want to see such a scene again.
Fortunately, Tang Dao was not only determined but also had better luck than he imagined.
Shrapnel and splashing bricks flew around him, but didn't touch him.
Tang Dao's luck was good, but his opponent's luck was bad.
The last four shells of the 20-round bullet hit the crazy maneuvering Type 89 tank. One of them should have hit the edge of the turret steel plate. The shell that bounced off the edge changed direction and hit a man not far away.
The grenade launcher who was shooting at Tang Dao like crazy saw a cloud of blood mist erupting from his body, visible to the naked eye.
From a distance, the bright and thick blood-colored mist on the blazing battlefield still has a sad beauty, but for the Japanese infantry at close range, it is definitely not a good experience.
The Japanese grenadier, with almost half of his body shattered, was still alive for a while. Not only was his body still squirming hard, he was still mumbling: "Yamamoto-san, save me, I don't want to die!"
However, the medical soldier who rushed over knew that the sergeant in front of him was dead. The shell had punched a large hole the size of a volleyball in his shoulder blade, and he could vaguely see that his lungs were still contracting with difficulty, even though they were covered with dust.
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Massive amounts of blood were gushing out, as if the whole person was soaked in blood. Maybe within a minute, he would be dead.
But the health soldier never expected that Sergeant Fujita, who used to be so cold-hearted as to show off his prowess by holding a Chinese infant on the point of a bayonet, would be so fragile. His eyes were full of prayers, praying that he could use a first-aid kit to block the unbearable witness.
He had a wound, and his intact right hand tightly grabbed the health soldier's ankle to prevent him from leaving.
How could a seriously injured and dying person be so strong?
The health soldier's thoughts came to an abrupt end.
A loud bang of "Boom!" caused all the surrounding Japanese soldiers to look in the direction of the loud noise.
The Type 89 tank that deflected a shell used up the last light of luck given by Amaterasu, and the other three shells all accurately hit its flank.
However, the 17mm steel plate was penetrated by the terrifying kinetic energy of the 20mm machine gun, leaving three shocking bullet holes.
Of course, these were only superficial scars. The bloodbath caused by the three warheads that broke into the tank was terrifying.
Inside the tank, where everyone's eyes were blocked, three warheads that had ricocheted directly tore the three tank soldiers into gourds of blood. The high temperature caused by the intense metal friction caused the blood splashed on the metal surface to turn into burnt black.
The outcome brought about by the high temperature was the explosion of the shells. When the last five shells stored in the tank exploded, a violent explosion attracted the Japanese infantry around the tank. What they saw was the once majestic Type 89 tank coming from the inside.
A tongue of flame more than two meters high was sprayed outside, until the turret was blown away by the accumulated explosive energy and flew high into the air.
Then, like a giant fly swatter, it swatted at the horrified health soldier, as well as the sergeant-level grenadier who was still holding him tightly.
All the pleading and surprise disappeared.
All that was left on the scene was a smoking turret and a twisted barrel.
As this "heavy" tank was destroyed, the Japanese infantry, which was still suppressed 130 meters in front of the position, finally stopped and hesitantly hid in the broken wall and fired at the Chinese position until the iron sentry ordered them to retreat.
The sound rang.
The tide of Japanese troops generally receded.
It wasn't until the Japanese troops withdrew more than 300 meters that the young deputy squad leader lay flat on his back holding his gun and gasping for breath behind the sandbag fortification.
Just this moment of fighting seemed to have exhausted all his strength, but he still tried hard to pull out the bayonet hanging from his waist, and solemnly made another stroke on the butt of the gun. This was the first kill he had killed since joining the army.
The third devil.
In terms of personal value, he has made a lot of money, but when looking at the whole class, it is not enough. In the battle of Dachang Town, his infantry class of 12 people only survived him and the old squad leader.
Originally, he still had to kill 7 more Japanese.
This difficulty is not small.
A cigarette was thrown into his arms.
"The soldiers under Battalion Commander Liu did a good job." A voice sounded in the ears of the young deputy squad leader.
He looked back and saw that the top commander who had just coaxed him to kill a Japanese tank to reduce the pressure on the position had a cigarette in his mouth and was squatting in the fortification looking at him with a smile.
"Hello, sir!" Instinctively, the young deputy squad leader wanted to stand up and give this man a military salute.
"Ouch! Damn it, you melon kid, you have to kill me, right?" Tang Dao, who was still smoking comfortably, trembled with fright. He jumped over and held down the young soldier's shoulders.
"I'm sorry, sir." The young deputy squad leader then realized that the position they were in was a front-line trench, and perhaps the Japanese army's cold gunmen were targeting this area, and his face suddenly turned red.
"Boy, you have to be careful in the future." Tang Dao wiped the hot sweat from his forehead and patted the young soldier who had just behaved well. Seeing the shame on his face, he smiled and said, "But if you look at that
If the commander doesn't like it, then give him a military salute on the battlefield."
"This" young soldier didn't expect that the commander who had been so cruel to him just now would actually joke with him like a friend. Under the excitement, his usual cleverness disappeared.
"You're good. If we don't die after this battle, as long as you are willing, I will tell you, Commander Wang and Commander Liu, to transfer to our Sixing Battalion, and I will promote you to sergeant and deputy squad leader." Tang Dao patted him.
The shoulders of young soldiers, unprecedented recruitment.
The Sixing Battalion currently only has 100 people, which is really not worthy of its name. It is imperative to replenish its troops. As the commander of the Sixing Battalion, Tang Dao must perform his duties.
The Sichuan Army's first-class soldier in front of him was a good candidate, and he was in line with Tang Dao's personnel selection plan to establish a special team after the war.
As for whether Uncle Wang would scold him for poaching, Tang Dao felt that scolding him again and again would not kill him. Not only the Sichuan Army, but he was also worried about the 67th Army!
Crying children are fed by milk. This move is not uncommon for Tang Dao in the special forces. The two bosses Guo and Wu are his most solid support now. It is necessary to help his younger brother after the war.
"I'm sorry, sir, I am the deputy squad leader now!" The young deputy squad leader could only answer honestly.
"Then I'll give it to you, squad leader." Tang Dao also laid down his capital.
The Sihang Battalion wants to expand its troops, and the 100 people who follow him are basically the backbone. It is the limit to give this superior soldier a sergeant squad leader, even if it is Tang Dao.
"Sir, I'm going to our company's position first." The young soldier did not give Tang Dao an accurate reply.
Obviously, Tang Dao failed to dig into Lao Wang's corner for the first time with his small hoe.
However, looking at the back of the young soldier leaving in a hurry, Tang Dao was not disappointed.
On the contrary, he appreciated it even more. Soldiers like this were what he needed most.
However, no matter how much he appreciates it, the young soldier must first survive until the war.
The smile on his face faded, and Tang Dao's eyes turned cold as he glanced at the Japanese position several hundred meters away.
In this first wave of probing attacks, the Japanese were more determined than he imagined.
The Battle of Cangcheng is even more difficult than the Sihang Warehouse.
