Panting all the way, Wang He and the others ran for ten kilometers, and did not dare to stop and take a breath until they ran into the mountains and forests.

"No pursuers"

After the captain announced that it was safe, everyone suddenly loosened the strings that were tense and tense, only to feel that the whole body was soft, and the fatigue accumulated from more than ten kilometers of rapid running suddenly broke out, and they sat on the ground limp and stretched out their tongues and gasped.

"It's safe, it's safe"

"Made, fortunately, the labor and management have become stronger recently, otherwise I am afraid that I will be killed by the devil"

Erzhuzi sat on the snow, patting his chest constantly, with a happy expression for the rest of his life, and at the same time turned on the forcing mode again.

"Hadron are you okay"

Wang He recovered his strength a little, and then hurriedly inquired about the situation of the wounded.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay to hurt your bones, just cultivate a few times" The person called Hadron smiled and showed a mouthful of white teeth, and at the same time he also moved the injured hand hanging from the triangular scarf, indicating that he was only slightly injured, but the pale color on his face was difficult to hide, but everyone couldn't see it clearly at night.

"Take a lot of rest" advised, and Wang He looked around.

His eyes were a little gloomy, with obvious self-reproach and sadness.

At the time of departure, there were 14 people in the team, including him, and now there are 13, 1 wounded, and 1 killed, according to Zhang Nuoyan's prediction before the start of the mission, this is already a good result, and the casualties of the first mission are completely acceptable within 3 people.

But...

He was still very uncomfortable in his heart, after all, a living comrade-in-arms had died, and they couldn't even get the body back.

In order to improve the success rate of the mission and reduce casualties, he and the deputy captain Erzhuzi discussed many plans, conducted many field visits, and also found veterans of the pistol commando team to improve their plans.

And as the commando veteran said, pre-mission planning is very important, but the plan is just a plan, the plan can only stay on paper, and the plot in the actual mission cannot be completely according to the plan, so the most important thing is the error plan and the ability to adapt to changes.

Error planning and planning are essentially the same thing, but their focus is very different.

A plan is a detailed process prediction about a task, long and detailed. The point is detailed, very detailed, very detailed. The error plan is concise, very concise. The focus is on decision-making when the task is in a major problem.

The former is the step, and the latter is the program.

As far as this mission is concerned, Wang He made a detailed plan before setting off, including the mission launch time, mission route, personnel location, weapon configuration, attack location, etc.

The error plan is concise and straightforward. When those situations arise, they have to give up the mission, and the team members are seriously injured and lose their mobility, how to choose...

Sighing slightly, suppressing the sadness, Wang He recalled in his mind the plans and mistakes he had made before the mission, and then he studied Luo Yun touched his chin, thinking and summarizing in his heart.

Judging from the actual combat situation, even if it is a large-scale encounter, heavy firepower is also very important, especially curved heavy firepower, which is an excellent weapon to combat the enemy's fire suppression, the grenadier is powerful and the range is too short, next time if there is such a task, it is best to bring a mortar, and the ammunition should be reasonable, smoke bombs, flares, and grenades should be brought. Of course, mortar shells are a little heavier, you can help everyone bring a few shells, anyway, a 60 mortar shell weighs three catties, and it won't be much pressure for one person to help bring one.

Bullets must be sufficient, barge guns are very bullet-consuming, this time they carried an average of 800 rounds of ammunition, and now there are less than 200 rounds left per capita, and next time if there is a similar task, you will have to bring 1000 rounds less.

In the future, the task must not be delayed, as soon as the task is completed, retreat immediately, although it is very cool to see the miserable situation of the devil, very happy, but there are dozens of tons of explosives in the regiment headquarters, this kind of opportunity is more, and it seems that the bombing of the devil is a little cooler than watching the devil being bombed, after all, it was buried by his own hands.

Touching his shaved smooth chin, Wang He thought in his heart.

Suddenly, he remembered something and patted his head in frustration.

"Damn, I forgot to recover Sotada's shell gun and grenade"

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Four hours have passed since the armoured patrol car was bombed.

On the battlefield where Wang He and the devil patrol were fighting, more than a hundred devils were guarding with guns around at this time, and in the center of the position, a Japanese soldier Shaozuo stood next to the body of the only attacker who was killed, and by the light of a flashlight, he carefully observed the corpse in front of him.

The young and immature face, no more than twenty years old, has calluses on the palms of the hands, judging from the position of the long-term holding of farm tools. The body is strong and strong, the muscles are distinct, it should have been a short period of physical exercise, although he has been dead for a long time, his face is still a little ruddy, obviously this warrior should have eaten very well before his death.

A strong warrior of the Republic of China. The Japanese soldier Shaozo judged.

His eyes focused, and Shao Zuo began to observe the equipment on this warrior's body.

A new woolen coat and cotton trousers, with a canvas bullet belt around his waist, filled with yellow, orange and orange bullets, five magazines on his chest and two grenades at his waist.

"This is a Republic of China guerrilla?"

His eyes widened, and the Japanese soldier Shaozo's face was full of disbelief.

In his impression and experience, the so-called guerrillas of the Republic of China are all yellow-skinned, unclothed Tuhaha, and lack of equipment, serious shortage of ammunition, and a black powder weapon is already considered luxurious.

And in front of me...

Barge gun, five magazines, more than five hundred rounds remaining.

Could it be the officer? Is there too much of this bullet? Shao Zuo was puzzled.

Taking over the captured weapon from the soldier behind him, the Japanese soldier Shao Zuozai carefully examined the shell gun in his hand.

Every battle-hardened soldier is a master of firearms, and they know the weapons they rely on to survive on the brutal battlefield. Tightly in his hand, the Japanese soldier Shaozo felt that the quality of the shell gun in his hand was almost what he had seen in his life.

"Good Mauser pistol"

Untied the bullet belt from the corpse, the Japanese soldier Shao Zuo put the pistol into his own Huai Zheng Compared with the Wang Ba box that often fails to jam, he would rather use the barge gun, although this gun is large in size and has a large recoil, but it is also much easier to use than the Wang Ba box.