Rise from eight hundred

Chapter 1 Hell and Heaven

At the end of October 1937, Songhu, an important town in southeastern China.

In the middle of the night, the deafening sound of gunfire during the day has basically calmed down.

The occasional sound of gunfire in the distance just proves that the war is not over yet, and the thick smell of gunpowder wafts slowly to the noses of every living person here along with the autumn wind.

Under the moonlight, this once largest financial center in Asia is already devastated.

Several wild dogs shuttled through the ruins, and their bodies were extremely fat, with blood dripping from the corners of their mouths, and they looked extremely ferocious in the bright moonlight.

The prosperity of the past was dissipated in the autumn wind mixed with the strong smell of gunpowder as nearly one million troops from both China and Japan fought to kill in March.

In the ruins, a tall and sturdy building still stands, and teams of soldiers wearing steel helmets and dark blue uniforms are carrying ammunition boxes in an orderly file.

There were no lights in the building, probably because they were afraid of attracting the attention of the enemy, but a few torches were used to illuminate the building, which was covered by tall and thick walls, and there was not much light from the outside.

In addition to the officer's deep roar command to lower his voice, it was the slightly heavy footsteps of the soldiers and the crisp knocking sound of the firearms occasionally accidentally touching them.

The one who can do this in the dark is obviously the best of the best, no matter what era.

On the opposite side of the tall building, separated by a river that is no more than 30 meters wide, is a brightly lit block, and there are even faint sounds of musical instruments and the mournful and gentle singing of the singer.

Heaven and hell are just separated by a river.

A pair of eyes are in the ruins of the war opposite heaven, watching all this quietly.

Tang Dao had been lying in the muddy water under the half-person-high brick wall for more than three hours.

As the sharpest blade in China, Tang Dao has been to the highest mountain, the largest ocean, the training camp with the highest mortality rate, and the bloodiest battlefield. No matter how cruel the battlefield here is, it will not cause him any shock.

It's just that it's hard for him to understand why he's here.

The memory belonging to Tang Dao is still telling him that in order to rescue his comrades, he rejoined the team. As a result, he was accidentally bombarded by the enemy's heavy artillery during the battle, resulting in him not fulfilling his promise in the Martyrs Cemetery.
But another memory reminds him that he is now at the Songhu Battlefield in the 26th year of the Republic of China, on October 10, and he breathed his last breath very lonely this afternoon. .
A battlefield that is nearly a hundred years apart?Tang Dao, who has sobered up, is hard to believe.

However, the body that used to be as solid as gold after years of hard work on the training ground has been replaced by a young body with a height of about 1.8 meters. Touching 'my' face, the hair on the lips is thin and soft, absolutely It is impossible to be more than 20 years old.

The most direct evidence has already told Tang Dao the answer.

I am no longer myself, or I am still myself. When such a great change happened, the mind of Tang Dao, who had been in the army for ten years, was already as strong as a hundred refined steel, and he couldn't help but fluctuate a little at that time.

Fortunately, no matter who he is, his identity has not changed. He is still Chinese, or a Chinese soldier.

On his current body, he was wearing a somewhat tattered gray-black military uniform, with a quilt and a hat beside him.And the weapons and equipment that are unique to soldiers, no, nothing, no grenades, no guns, not even bullets.

Yes, no one leaves a weapon on a corpse on purpose.

The reason why this young man named Tang Tao stayed here at the moment when hundreds of thousands of troops were madly retreating was rather embarrassing.

He is a wounded soldier, a seriously wounded person who was injured by the terrifying shock wave of the 200-caliber naval gun, and belongs to the 26th Division of the Sichuan Army.

It was the Sichuan Army Division that was known as one of the five best-fought infantry divisions in the entire Songhu Battle in post-war statistics.

It was the heroic Sichuan military division whose entire division had more than 5000 people after the war and only 600 of them could stand and walk out of their positions.

As for Tang Tao, he was quite lucky. Although he came out lying down, he still had some breath.And because of his bravery in combat, he was specially sent to the field hospital in the theater by the division headquarters for better treatment.

However, as hundreds of thousands of troops retreated frantically, his luck ended here. As a mortal wounded, he was left here by the field hospital of the war zone.

The war is undoubtedly cruel. If you want more people to survive, you must learn to give up. Tang Dao can fully understand the choices of the doctors and nurses in the field hospital.

Leave the dead and the mortal, and bring the living.

The mortality rate of internal organs injured by shock waves will exceed 90.00% in the future, let alone this era.

Perhaps, Tang Tao also understood, Tang Dao could not feel any resentment in the consciousness left behind by this body at all, only regret!

Maybe it's because no one can take him home!
From then on, Tang Dao is Tang Tao, and Tang Tao is also Tang Dao. Tang Dao, who has completely gained body control, turns his eyes to the sky and silently sees off this strong warrior, which is also a promise.

No matter which time or space, the duty of a soldier remains unchanged; the heart of defending our country remains unchanged.

When Tang Dao accepted all his memories, the sense of stubbornness and regret completely dissipated.

For some unknown reason, the originally fatal internal injury miraculously disappeared. Tang Dao could feel the surging power in this young body. Although it was far less than what he used to be, it was extremely rare in this era.

Tang Dao estimates that he can roughly have 50.00% of his peak period, and he should also be a talented player, otherwise he can't be the sergeant squad leader at a young age.Although he is only a soldier, he is still a soldier.

From dusk until the night was hazy, for three hours, Tang Dao, who had already gained body control, did not move half an inch of his body, but only moved his fingers and joints in a very small range to maintain the flexibility of his body.

No matter who it is, it is just a corpse.

Because Tang Dao can feel that the concession on the opposite side, I don't know how many eyes are watching here, my body must have been discovered by them long ago, in order not to shock the world, then let those people continue to be themselves. The corpse is ready.

More importantly, Tang Dao can't go, he needs to wait.

Because, if Tang Dao's memory is not wrong, the tall and heavy building 200 meters away in front of him is called the Sixing Warehouse, which was originally the location of the treasury of the Four Banks of the Republic of China, and the current time is exactly October 26th. It is today that this building will go down in history.

There will be a battle that will attract the attention of the whole world.

Because this place will become the strong fortress of the last lone army in this southeastern important town in China, representing the last honor of the Chinese soldiers.

It is here, and the Battle of Songhu is not over yet. It is here, and Songhu is still in the hands of Chinese soldiers.

Of course, the reason why Tang Dao waited here was not to become one of the people who had left a name in Qing history.

Rather, he has to survive.

If he encounters the Japanese army, even if his physical fitness is far inferior to that of the past, even if he is unarmed, even if it is a pair of ten, the strongest blade in the past is confident that he will survive in the end.

However, now that the Japanese army has almost occupied the entire Songhu, what he has to face is the 300,000 Japanese army that has surrounded Songhu tightly.

If you want to live, you must join this lonely army, which seems to be dead and desperate.

In fact, the stubborn rut of history has already told everyone that there is a silver lining.

Not only for myself, but also for this lone army.

Tang Dao, who knew their future, could accept that they died on this battlefield, but could not accept that they died in despicable political compromise.

So, die and then live.For myself and for them.

And now, the person Tang Dao is waiting for has come.

The first battalion of the 80th Regiment of the No.[-] Eighth Division arrived.

In fact, they are not eight hundred, but four hundred.

To be precise, it was the four of 410, including their supreme commander, lieutenant colonel and regimental deputy.

(End of this chapter)