"The Signal Corps, in the name of the Guard Company Commander and myself, informed the commanders of the headquarters as follows:
We currently have 112 capable soldiers and 53 seriously wounded soldiers on Highland No. 3. However, all officers and soldiers are determined to serve the country with their lives. As long as one person is present, they will never let an enemy invader set foot on the high ground.
In addition, please ask the headquarters to help our department contact the artillery company, and ask them to provide artillery support to our mountaintop position when our department fires the red signal flare. No, to be more precise, it is artillery coverage.
Please all the officers in the headquarters must agree to the only request of our department!"
Seven hundred meters away.
The bright moon in Tantai could not hide her sobs.
Tang Dao, who was holding the phone, had wet eyes and didn't put down the phone for a long time.
The two Sichuan Army companies on Highland 3 were by no means the most powerful troops he had ever encountered in this era, whether it was the 400 infantry battalion guarding the four lines alone, or the more than a thousand troops he led in Songjiang Cangcheng, or the
The independent battalion of the 43rd Army he reorganized is much better than them in terms of combat effectiveness...:.
If it were those armies, the Jingan Army and the Japanese Army would have no problem holding on for a whole day no matter how wildly they bombed and how turbulent they were.
But they were one of the most tenacious soldiers that Tang Dao had encountered in this era. Perhaps they could only be compared to the infantry with only one person left on the Guqiu position.
Because they were also prepared to die in battle.
Their last request was just to allow the artillery battery to bombard the hilltop position at the most critical moment.
The top of the mountain should be their last line of defense.
It was hardly a request for backup, but rather like the real-life hero in a Future Republic movie roaring into the walkie-talkie: "Shoot me, shoot me!"
Tang Dao's rare silence.
Even if he is as determined as he is, he is still a little hesitant.
Looking at the high ground in the distance shrouded in firelight, his expression turned iron.
No one wants to kill their comrades, but when a choice must be made, commander Tang Dao must bear his own responsibilities, even if he knows that even if no one condemns him, he will live in the shadows.
It is difficult to choose to die on your own, but it is even harder to choose to send your brother to hell with your own hands.
Guo Shouzhi, who was in charge of the left-behind headquarters, also looked at Tang Dao with some concern.
He heard the request from Cai Yongguan, the current first commander of Highland 3, relayed by the No. 3 Highland Signal Soldier on the phone.
Cai Yongguan is brave, but he is also cruel.
He handed over this cruel decision to his commander.
If Tang Dao had personally ordered the artillery fire to send these two brothers from the Sichuan Army infantry company into the sky, perhaps he would live in the shadow of killing his comrades with his own hands for the rest of his life.
Can this young commander who is ruthlessly killing the enemy put his ruthlessness on his comrades?
Undoubtedly, this is a more difficult decision than facing one's own life and death.
"Battal Commander, if that time comes, let me give the order! After the war, I will resign as deputy battalion commander!" Guo Shouzhi lowered his head and thought for a long time, and finally raised his head and said seriously.
Becoming a general was Guo Shouzhi's biggest dream, but at some point, Guo Shouzhi began to feel that there were more important things in the world than that.
For example, protect your comrade in arms.
Tang Dao, the commander who was nearly ten years younger than him, was his commander. As the big brother and his subordinates, they wanted to protect him and did not want him to live in the kind of shadow that could torture people crazy.
Let him bear this kind of sin!
"Lao Guo, thank you for your kindness!" Tang Dao gently put down the phone in his hand and shook his head in rejection.
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His eyes are as cold as a knife!
"People say that loyal bones are buried everywhere in Qingshan. The Feng Shui here is very good. I think it is very suitable for us to be the tombs of the patriots. There are so many little devils to bury us with us. What else do you think we are not satisfied with?"
Woolen cloth!"
"Sir," this was the first time Guo Shouzhi heard a conversation about Tang Daosheng's determination to die, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.
It's not that he is afraid of death, but he feels that Tang Dao should not and cannot die here. If Tang Dao is given enough time, Tang Dao may have a chance to kill more Japanese.
"Lao Guo, listen to me, it's not that the brothers and Tang Dao want to die, but that the Japanese don't want to give us a way to live. Along the way, we have been retreating, and they have been pressing forward step by step. The farther we retreat,
They pushed closer and closer." Tang Dao's eyes shone slightly.
"I remember I told you that the Sino-Japanese War will never end overnight. If you want to win, you must trade space for time. But that is the victory of the entire war, and it is not something that little people like us can decide.
We are small people who only deserve to be recorded in the casualty figures. The only thing that can decide is the battlefield we are on.
If this is the case, then let's stay here and let the Japanese take a good look. If we don't retreat, what will they do?
Does he want a war of attrition? Does he want the lives of hundreds of Sichuan Army brothers on my high ground? Then come and take it!
However, before that, they have to pay a sufficient price. Our independent battalion and the Sichuan Army have more than 2,000 lives, and they can't do it unless they give 10,000 lives in exchange."
Tang Dao's words were like the biting cold wind, as cold as a knife.
"Pass my order, I need 400 death squads. If our army bombards the position on the top of Highland No. 3, the death squads will run towards Highland No. 3 in infantry platoon units. Tell them that this time, I, General Tang Dao, will personally serve as the captain of the death squads.
, we will never let the losses of our 300 Sichuan Army brothers on Highland 3 go to waste. The position they guarded with our lives, we, the people, will defend for them until everyone here dies."
Since Tang Dao came to this era, he has been using his superb skills and beyond ordinary people's understanding of this era to wander around on the tip of the knife. It seems to be extremely risky. In fact, Tang Dao, who is familiar with the historical context, knows that the danger is actually not great.
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He knew the deployment of the Japanese army, so he was able to escape with a group of subordinates time and time again.
To this day, two Sichuan Army companies that were not supposed to die here have blocked the attacks of thousands of Japanese invaders with less than 280 troops. After killing hundreds of enemies and suffering more than 50% of their own battle losses, they still choose to hold on.
position.
If it were replaced by the ice sheet more than ten years later, Tang Dao would not be surprised. At that time, China was standing up from the ruins. Everyone cherished the dream of a new life, and the concept of guarding their hometown had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Therefore, they sacrificed their lives.
Forget about death, go forward one after another.
But now, the concept of country and nation is almost vague to these private soldiers who were originally just warlords.
But they were still brave because of Tang Dao's words and a military order.
With such an ancestor, such a soldier, and such a robe, what other choice could Tang Dao make?
It's just that we are going to die together.
Not only did Tang Dao fully integrate into this era, he was also a true soldier.
In this era, he found what he was looking for in his previous life.
Just like he knew that heavy artillery was terrifying, but still chose to rush into the artillery fire and carry the remains of his comrades on his back.
He is a commander and a soldier.
A warrior who is not afraid of death, a crazy and calm killer.
Kunisaki probably didn't expect that his extremely successful tactics would completely anger his already formidable opponent.
This is no longer just a place where he will be beaten painfully.
Rather, it is a place of decisive death.
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