Since you have suffered a loss, you will have to fight back! Li Lishan briefed Ren Laifeng on the battle just now, and our army paid the price of more than 30 casualties, but only blew up one Xiaodou chariot. Don't look small about the devil's bean chariot, it's not so easy to get it down. This guy jumped fast, and the mortar was not so accurate, and none of the dozen shells hit the body.

In the end, Li Lishan sent more than a dozen soldiers with good skills in one go, and used cluster grenades to blow up such a car. Six valiant warriors paid with their lives to take it down, and even if the Demoman did make it back alive, everyone was wounded. According to the calculation that there are four small bean chariots, if these four iron kings are killed, at least twenty more people will have to die!

It's normal to have casualties in battle, but it's unacceptable to know the casualty numbers before the battle starts. After Ren Laifeng listened to the casualty figures speculated by Li Lishan, his brows wrinkled into pimples. That's twenty living lives!

As a commander of the troops, if he knows that there will be a large number of casualties and ignores the soldiers to rush up, then he is too unqualified as a commander. How can we reduce the number of casualties among the soldiers? It is definitely not possible to let the devils go in the past, and it is not realistic to let the gunners improve the accuracy of the guns. What to do? Ren Laifeng hiccuped.

"Battalion commander, have you been drinking?" Li Lishan looked at him a little surprised.

"I drank a bowl, and the villagers in Guozhuang didn't let me drink it, saying that it was for rewarding the troops after our victory. His wine is so fragrant to drink, Brother Li will taste it when you turn around. Wine? "Speaking of wine, a picture suddenly appeared in Ren Laifeng's mind: one by one the wine jars smashed over, the devil's truck burst out of orange-red flames, and the devil soldiers ran around screaming in the fire." Huang Tian, take someone to carry a vat of wine! ”

Huang Tian agreed, stood up and ran behind the ambush position. Ren Laifeng stared at the small bean chariot on the dirt road, which had become scrap metal, and muttered secretly in his heart, hoping that the devil could attack later.

Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe it's a tacit understanding. Since the first Azuki Chariot was blown up, the devils have not launched a new round of attacks. The 22nd Division, which had never left the trail and was following behind, also stopped its pursuit, and Shi Tongran's troops also stopped where they were.

Now that it was getting dark, wisps of smoke rose from the positions of the 22nd Division, and they began to prepare dinner.

"Shaozuo, what should we do?"

"Inform the cook, cook! The troops will start attacking after dinner! ”

Soon, smoke rose from the Japanese position, and the devils were going to eat.

Although the ultimate goal of war is to strike at the opponent and destroy the enemy by unscrupulous means, it also has its own rules. Eat when it's time to eat, and work hard when it's time to fight. As long as there are conditions, you must eat on time and on time. On a treacherous battlefield, where soldiers can die at any moment, can officers do everything possible to keep them fed?

From the binoculars, he saw smoke coming from the devil's side, and Ren Laifeng knew that the devil was cooking. Looking at my watch, it was already past six o'clock in the evening, and it was time for dinner.

"Order the cooking class and start cooking! Why do devils eat, we have to fight hungry? Let's eat too! When you're full and drunk, you'll fight the devil again! ”

The order was quickly conveyed, and smoke rose from behind the ambush positions of the Flying Tiger Battalion. It didn't take long for the aroma of the meal to come out with the wind.

Looking at the soldier who was swallowing his saliva, Ren Laifeng also showed a smile on his face. The vat was lifted, and some of the warriors had a good mouthful, and their eyes began to light up when they smelled it. A few old drunkards even took a few steps closer to the wine tank, raised their noses and sniffed a few times, and looked intoxicated.

"Battalion commander, are we going to drink pre-war wine?" Some veterans relied on their old qualifications and asked the battalion commander Ren about the purpose of this vat of wine with a smile.

"Drunken dog, you don't talk nonsense to me!" Ren Lai's eyes glared, and his face was blank, and the veteran's thoughts were cut off on the spot. "What is pre-war wine? I've only heard of celebration wine, not pre-war wine. I do know that there is a saying about decapitated wine, and it doesn't hurt to cut off the head of a condemned prisoner by drinking a bowl of wine before cutting off his head. The death squad drank a bowl of wine before leaving, which was Zhuangxing wine, which was similar to beheading wine, and it meant that death was not wronged. ”

This man's nickname is Drunken Dog. Legend has it that this man had drunk too much alcohol outside and returned to the army, but he fell asleep when he came up and leaned against a tree halfway through. When I woke up, I saw a dog lying next to me, and there was also a trace of water. This guy shook the dog, and the dog didn't wake up, so he carried the dog back to the company's cooking class, and stewed a pot of dog meat that day to relieve the hunger of the soldiers in the company.

Later, someone analyzed: he must have drunk too much and vomited, but the dog happened to pass by, and he was also drunk after eating what he spit out, so he picked up a bargain. Since then, the man has earned the nickname Drunken Dog. As for his real name, few people remember it.

"I said drunken dog, are you going to drink the guillotine? Or do you want to drink Zhuangxing wine? Ren Laifeng looked at the veteran in front of him with a smile.

The drunken dog shook his head repeatedly. Just kidding, whether it's a guillotine or a strong line, it's not a good idea. He's living a good life, why drink that wine when he's fine? However, it wasn't for drinking, so why did the battalion commander carry such a large vat of wine to the position?

When the rice is ready, each person has a bowl of radish stewed cabbage and four steamed buns with three noodles. The drunken dog took a bite of the steamed bun and glanced at the wine tank, as if it could satisfy its cravings.

When he looked up one time, he found that the battalion commander Ren Laifeng was also a little absent-minded when eating, and while eating, his eyes were looking at the road. What's on the road? There was nothing but the Iron King who was lying on his stomach. Could it be that the battalion commander is wondering how to deal with the Iron King? Looking at the big wine vat over there, the drunken dog suddenly understood a little bit that the battalion commander was going to use that vat of wine!

Since the drunken dog can get this nickname, it is naturally a person who has a deep affection for wine. I don't know, forget it, since he knew that the battalion commander was going to use this vat of wine to fight, of course he was excited.

Ren Laifeng looked at the veteran in front of him and was taken aback. Sure enough, it is a master in the people, and this method himself has just remembered it in a flash of inspiration, and this old drunkard saw it so quickly. Not only did he see it, but he also drew inferences from others and perfected his immature plan!

"Drunken dog, how about leaving this matter to you?" Ren Laifeng stared at the veteran in front of him with burning eyes.

"Okay! I've been drinking all my life, and I'm doing the work of fighting devils. You mix those two together, and that's what I'm going to do! Leave it to me, and you'll see! ”