Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 1121 Never indelible!

There was no sound on the battlefield because there were not many people alive on the entire battlefield.

Even if they were still alive, they were stunned for a long time before they recovered from the sudden violent artillery fire that knocked them all out.

For this battle, the entire division of the 17th Division has made sufficient preparations. The soil quality of Xuehua Mountain is not like that of Niangziguan, which is dominated by rocky layers. Many trenches on high ground can be dug to a depth of nearly 2 meters.

The extremely necessary fortifications such as anti-blasting holes are the most important thing. The primitive forest provides enough wood to basically ensure that an infantry platoon has two anti-blasting holes, and there are as many as ten anti-blasting holes for individual soldiers. .

If it is replaced with a 75mm mountain gun, these anti-battery holes and trenches are sufficient to provide cover for the soldiers.

But in the face of the terrifying 105-caliber howitzer, the trenches are still too shallow after all.The anti-blasting holes also appear to be so fragile.

"Save me! Save me! My brother is still inside. Come and help me dig him out!" A soldier with a dark face and only one arm covered in blood was crying and staggered along. The trenches that have collapsed in several places are running and shouting.

Until he met a well-dressed soldier sitting in the trench with his legs stretched out in a regular manner, and he tripped severely by the outstretched legs. Regardless of the blood dripping from his head again, the second lieutenant grabbed the soldier and tripped him The soldier who arrived shouted angrily in his local accent: "Ri Nenliang, what are you doing sitting here, go save someone with me!"

However, the soldier ignored him, and just looked at the second lieutenant with a strange expression, without saying a word.

Then, with the frantic shaking of the second lieutenant, a mouthful of black blood with a few fragments spewed out of his mouth, his head drooped, and he died.

His internal organs had long been shattered by the terrifying shock wave formed by the shell explosion, and even a slight movement would kill the last trace of life.

The bodies of soldiers who died silently and without a trace of injury on the outside, but whose internal organs have been shattered, can be seen everywhere in the trenches.

That's because, the terrifying power of the 105 howitzer's explosion doesn't even need the splashing shrapnel and shock waves to kill people, just relying on the violent vibration of the ground is enough to kill people.

During shelling, lying on the ground with your whole body is also a wrong way to avoid death.

The current composition of officers and soldiers of the 17th Division has less than 3000 veterans, but as many as 5000 recruits who have just joined the army for less than half a year, and the other 4000 are just rescued from prisoner-of-war camps.

The equipment is changed from shotguns to cannons, which is better than last year, but the quality of soldiers is actually not as good as before.

"Dead, dead again." With the soldier's head lowered, the second lieutenant's hands froze suddenly, and he muttered to himself.

Vigorously wiping away the tears rolling down his eyes with the dirty back of his hand, the second lieutenant seemed to be cheering himself up: "I don't believe that the entire company can't find any living people."

However, as he raised his head, wherever he looked, there were soldiers lying prone in the trenches or lying in extremely strange postures. The second lieutenant knew that they were dead without checking.

As for the outside of the trenches, there is no need to look. Even if there were, they would have been blown out. No one could survive in front of the air waves that could destroy the deep trenches dug below the surface.

The tears that had just been wiped away from the second lieutenant's eyes finally dripped down hard again. He really couldn't find a living person.

He has a whole infantry platoon under his command!On this position with two complete trenches covering an area of ​​3 square meters, there are 49 infantry squads with a total of [-] people.

What is despair?Deep despair.

This is.

When you need a comrade in arms and find yourself alone.

"Ah~~~" Like a lone wolf, the Second Lieutenant with Broken Arm suddenly fell to his knees, beat the ground hard, and let out a heart-piercing howl.

The bright and warm autumn sun slantly shone on the mountains. It was originally the favorite weather for those who have been quiet for a long time, but the green smoke constantly rising from the battlefield and the surrounding forests that were burning, coupled with the loneliness of the second lieutenant kneeling there The desperate figure forms a contrast that strongly impacts the human lacrimal gland.

This is war, and beauty will only be brutally smashed to pieces!

When the commander of the 300rd Company of the 521st Battalion of the 102nd Regiment on the 1 Heights 3 meters away led two infantry squads to the highest point in front of his infantry company, he saw the second lieutenant infantry platoon with only one arm left under his command. Chang, using his only remaining arm, was digging desperately in a piece of rubble.

Half of his body was already soaked in blood, and his intact right hand was also dripping with blood.

The place where he dug is the largest anti-blasting hole on the 489 Heights.

It was at his urging that more than two infantry squads dug a large hole of more than 30 square meters along the mountain wall overnight, and cut down a dozen big trees for support, enough for two infantrymen to hide in. There are [-] people in the class.

The 1-meter-thick soil cover convinced the second lieutenant that, apart from being hit by heavy aerial bombs, this anti-bunker hole can completely withstand the bombardment of 75mm mountain artillery.

But this army second lieutenant, who had never experienced the 105 caliber howitzer raging on the battlefield, underestimated the power of the heavy artillery too much.

A cannonball exploded 15 meters away from the anti-bunker hole, and the cannonball crater, which is more than one meter deep, can hold two Eight Immortals tables, which proves the power of the cannonball.

At such a short distance, although the anti-blasting hole was not blown up, it was shaken down.

The two infantry squads that hid in were all buried.

The infantry who came as reinforcements pulled away the crazy second lieutenant, digging desperately with shovels and hands, but it was too late, the soil above the collapsed cave filled all the gaps, and no one could survive the ten-year A few minutes of hypoxia.

As the dusty corpses were carried out, the soldiers who stretched out their hands to test their breath and listened carefully to their heartbeats kept shaking their heads, and the second lieutenant's face became more and more gray, so gray that no one with a hard heart could bear to see him again. look.

They are all soldiers, and everyone knows how it feels to lose a comrade-in-arms who gets along day and night.

In particular, this infantry platoon only survived this terrible shelling.

"Take him down for treatment, and tell the medical team of the regiment headquarters that I must take good care of him." The captain and company commander who rushed here twitched his face muscles a few times. When the body was not carried out, he ordered decisively.

In fact, his subtext is to save his second lieutenant platoon leader who was promoted from the deputy squad leader of the infantry.

Because the second lieutenant's platoon leader's shocking wound on his severed arm had already been wrapped in military uniforms by the soldiers who arrived, but at this time, there was no blood dripping.

It's not that the bleeding has stopped, but that his blood is almost exhausted!
"No, no one can touch me. These are my brothers. I want to watch them come out." The second lieutenant suddenly yelled frantically, desperately twisting his body that was about to be raped by several soldiers. Blood dripped from the bandaged broken arm wound again, and the severe pain distorted his dark face a little scary.

The captain and company commander's face was dark, and he looked up at the sky to hide the tears that flashed in his eyes, but after all, he didn't want to reject his subordinate's wish, so he waved his hand, "Forget it, let him wait first!"

Even though he was used to seeing life and death, before an infantry platoon under his command and all the garrison on a high ground had time to fire a shot, the Japanese army bombarded them all, and they were all wiped out like this. For this battle-hardened captain and company commander That said, the blow is big enough.

Especially for the captain who has experienced similar scenes, last year, he was only a second lieutenant platoon leader, and in the end, there was no more than one infantry platoon in the whole battalion who could evacuate the battlefield with him!

Unexpectedly, after a year, the cruelty reappeared and the tragedy repeated itself!
The pain in his heart is probably no less than the crazy-looking second lieutenant platoon leader in front of him.

Finally, the last soldier inside was dug out, his face was very pale, but unexpectedly clean.

That was also a very young soldier, looking at his face, he would never be more than 17 years old.He was firmly protected by at least five soldiers, unlike other soldiers who had gravel in their mouths and noses.

One of the only two medical soldiers in the entire company who rushed here was ecstatic at that moment, and carefully put his hand under his nose, failing to feel the warm breath he was expecting, and threw him again. Pulling off his military uniform, he put his ears on his thin chest and listened for a while. In the eyes of everyone expecting, he closed his eyes in pain and shook his head silently.

"I don't believe it. If I don't believe it, none of them will survive." The second lieutenant broke free from the two soldiers who were supporting him, and rushed forward frantically.

"Rinenliang's bastard, your mother is alive, and your mother is still waiting for you at home! If you don't live, I will be alone in the whole platoon. How can I defend my position! You are so good! I'm alive! Come alive!" The second lieutenant frantically held his bloody hand that was cut by sand and gravel, and desperately beat the young soldier's thin chest.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers around were all in tears.

yes!One platoon, he was the only one left.

Who would you be willing to accept?
As the second lieutenant hammered the soldier's chest frantically, a miracle happened.

The young soldier suddenly coughed violently.

"Damn, are you really alive? You're so good, just laugh at me." The second lieutenant was obviously stunned by the huge surprise in the surprised eyes of the soldiers around him, and he asked in disbelief.

"Ahem, platoon leader, if you hit me again, I might really be beaten to death." The young soldier smiled weakly at his platoon leader.

"Haha, I knew, I wouldn't be the only one left, haha!" The second lieutenant laughed wildly.

The soldiers also cheered, but, laughing and laughing, many of them cried again.

howling!

Including the captain and company commander who hid his tears just now!

Just now, it was the officer who was crying with his arms around his soldiers.

Now, it was his soldiers who were crying with their arms around his commander.

The second lieutenant's platoon leader, whose left arm was blown off and bled indefinitely, had already run out of oil and had been waiting for his soldiers to be rescued just now, purely because of a kind of hope that supported him.

After seeing that his infantry platoon had finally survived a soldier, his spirit relaxed, and his already exhausted body could no longer hold on.

"Damn, as long as you are still alive, our platoon is still alive. After this battle is over, burn a piece of paper for the brothers, and you can go home! For the sake of the death of the whole platoon, the company commander, battalion The commander and regiment will agree." The second lieutenant's dirty face was instantly pale as paper, and he moved his lips weakly and said to the young soldier who turned over and hugged him.

"The platoon leader!"

Then, amidst the wailing of the young soldiers, the second lieutenant's head drooped little by little, and there was no more sound.

His blood is drained!

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And the tragic situation on the 489 highland is just a microcosm of the entire Xuehuashan highland.

In this round of bombardment, the 17nd Regiment of the 102th Division in the Xuehuashan Highlands killed 109 people on the spot and injured 208 people. An infantry regiment with a total establishment of more than 2200 people has not yet formally engaged the Japanese army, and lost one-tenth of the battle. .

The white-haired general who had just returned to the division headquarters received the battle report from the regiment headquarters of the 102nd regiment, and frowned fiercely. Although he had made up his mind to die, the Japanese army's record of Mawei still exceeded his expectations. It was much more difficult than he imagined.

"Can artillery observers calculate the approximate position and distance of the Japanese artillery positions based on ballistics?" The white-haired general looked solemnly at the mountains that were still emitting a lot of smoke not far away.

"No way, the artillery bombarding our division's position this round is all 105-caliber heavy artillery. According to calculations, the distance is at least 7000 meters away. Even if our artillery battalion moves forward regardless of life and death, it will not be able to reach them." The major general's chief of staff looked helpless.

"If you can't reach their artillery, then hit their infantry and tell the artillery battalion that as long as the shitty Japanese dare to attack, I don't care if it's a tentative attack or what, don't be stingy with the shells and hit me back. Kill me Bing, I want him to die with his life!"

"But our army cannonballs," the major general's chief of staff hesitated.

"Use as many shells as you want. When all the shells are fired, the artilleryman will carry the rifle to the front line for me. The Japanese will give me this hand when they come up. If we give up, they will really think that my 17th division is a soft persimmon. Already." The white-haired general waved his hand, his voice was low but extremely firm.

This fight is not about face, but morale!

The officers and soldiers of the 102nd Regiment on Xuehuashan Highland were struggling under the fierce Japanese artillery fire, and their morale was inevitably low, while the morale of the Japanese infantry was naturally high. However, when the 17 mountain artillery owned by the 20th Division did not spare the shells to focus their fire, the Japanese infantry was not an iron fighter either. Yes, there will be heavy casualties!

This is called point-to-point confrontation. You not only tell your officers and soldiers that you will have artillery support, but also remind the Japanese with the same fierce attitude that I also have artillery.

20门75山炮和此次携带的8000发炮弹，就是17师敢和20师团打这场硬仗的最大底气！
However, Yoshito Takagi, the head of the Japanese Major General Brigade who was 4000 meters away, did not know that his opponent still had such a trump card in his possession. He was still preparing for the Snow Flower Mountain attack according to his own tactical plan.

However, Yoshito Takagi is extremely cunning!
Unlike the 21st Division, which lost the commander of the Lieutenant General's division before Niangziguan's main defense line, and began to use infantry to attack after preparing artillery fire, Takagi Yoshito did not use infantry throughout the next afternoon.

Shelling!Shelling!Still shelling!

The 105 howitzers rested, and the 36 75mm mountain guns continued to fire. Until it got dark, the entire Xuehuashan area was still extremely bright.

All kinds of flowering bombs and incendiary bombs raged wantonly in the positions and mountains.

The whole Xuehua Mountain is like a bunch of blazing bonfires, burning from day to night!
The bodies of Chinese soldiers are bleeding, and the hearts of Chinese commanders are bleeding!

But this is an extremely cruel reality. Even though the equipment of the 17th Division has now been replaced by shotguns, it is still far inferior to the Japanese invaders with heavy artillery.

Chinese soldiers can still only rely on tenacity to stand firm on the ground.

Just like hearing that the 17th Division encountered heavy artillery on the front line and urgently needed a group of field doctors for support, he immediately arrived at the headquarters of the 16th Division with 4 nurses, 17 military doctors and a batch of medicines accompanied by a guard platoon. As Tai Mingyue wrote in the opening chapter of a field diary titled "The Indelible Number".

"The artillery fire of the Japanese army was fierce, and the officers and soldiers of our 17th Division were killed and injured countless times, but they still went forward and did not hesitate to sacrifice!

I was in the headquarters of the 17th Division, and I saw groups of stretchers!
There are seriously injured people who are in urgent need of medical treatment, but more are the remains of white cloth masks!

I have seen such scenes from Songhu to Guangde to Taihang too many times, but my heart still trembles!

I dare not look at the pale and young face under the white cloth, even if his comrade-in-arms asks me to take a photo for them, it may be the first and last time that those young people take pictures in their lives, and leave some for their family members Think about it.

But I know that my hands will shake and the lens will be blurred!

Until, I saw that young soldier!
Yes, he was very young, only seventeen or eighteen years old. At this age, if there had been no war, he might have been a student studying in a school in the city, or a boy helping his parents with labor in the village.

However, the man standing in front of me is now a soldier.

He was wearing a dusty dark blue military uniform, carrying a rifle that was not much different from his height, four grenades in his waist, and a belt with a dozen yellow bullets on his chest.

When I first saw him, he knelt down like a statue, and in front of him was a row of remains!I could feel the deep sadness in the thin body of the young soldier, and I could only stop and wait far away.

Staff Officer Gao who accompanied me told me that his infantry platoon was opposite the area where the young soldiers were kneeling!He was ordered to die by the battalion headquarters, ordering him to accompany his brothers who died in battle back to the division headquarters.

Yes, that was a whole infantry platoon, one soldier kneeling, all the rest, lying down!

Really, even though I already thought that my heart had been hardened by so much cruelty, at that moment my heart was still so hurt by the impact of this message that I stopped breathing for an instant.

Even when I was writing this text, the back figure appeared before my eyes again, thin and lonely!
The soldier was finally called out, and I didn't know how to interview him, but he was calmer than I expected.

When he knew my background, before I could ask any questions, he grinned and told me that his platoon commander ordered him to burn a few pieces of paper for the whole platoon on his deathbed.

However, there was no yellow paper on the battlefield, so he had to borrow a few pieces of white paper from the division headquarters and paste them in the dirt, treating them as yellow paper.

He has fulfilled the orders of the platoon leader!
When it comes to the death of the entire platoon, his platoon leader dug him out of the collapsed artillery hole, and died due to excessive blood loss. His infantry squad brothers protected him and gained room for survival But they themselves died silently. When he narrated all this calmly, I couldn't help the tears sliding down my cheeks, but he was always extremely calm.

If I hadn't seen his extremely sad back before, I would have labeled him cold-blooded.

I didn't understand it then, but soon I understood it.

"The platoon leader said, as long as I am not dead, our platoon will not die, and my platoon will continue to fight. Reporter Tantai, goodbye!" This is the last sentence he left me, and then, with a gun on his back, he walked towards Once belonged to his position.

At that moment, my tears could no longer be held back.

I understand why he is so calm.

I want to hold him, but I know I can't hold him.

Even if there are majors and lieutenant colonels standing behind him, even if his division chief is standing 200 meters away, they can only watch silently, watching this young soldier, with a gun on his back, go to the building 1000 meters away. In the burning position!
The artillery fire of the Japanese army has not stopped!

Their military order can stop this soldier, but how can they stop a soldier's heart?
He will return to Heights 489!

For reasons of confidentiality, I cannot specifically write down the number of this infantry platoon in the diary, but the number will be engraved in my heart and will never be erased! "

(End of this chapter)