Dazhuang Village.

The 1st and 2nd Companies of the 1st Battalion of the 733rd Independent Regiment were stationed.

In a clearing in the mountains behind the village, more than 200 remaining members of the two companies were holding guns and forming a neat formation, training hard.

At the top of the clearing, looking at the soldiers with resolute faces holding steel guns, Wu An and Xu Ping looked at each other and smiled.

In the battle of Shuanghugu Valley, the 1st and 2nd companies that were forced to engage in positional warfare with the Japanese suffered heavy casualties, and in the end more than 200 people came back alive, and the death rate of 60% almost collapsed the two companies.

In the days that followed, the huge losses caused many fighters to become war-weary, and a sense of frustration permeated the company.

But the subsequent good news of victory from the other companies in the regiment also made the two companies feel that such a large casualty was worth it.

Especially with the issuance of 200 38 large caps, 6 crooked light machine guns, and 6 grenadiers, the happiness of one gun per person made the fighting spirit of the two companies regain their fighting spirit again.

After all, at the beginning of the formation of the regiment, these people were all guerrillas spontaneously formed by various villages, and everyone had put life and death aside before joining the team to fight devils, and death was not terrible, what they were afraid of was a meaningless death.

At the beginning of the sniper battle, more than 400 people were killed and wounded, and in the end, only more than 30 devils were killed or wounded, and such a huge casualty ratio almost made everyone's fighting spirit disappear, and the fighting spirit that had been accumulated collapsed, and many people in the company had a fear of devils, thinking that devils were invincible, and even several wanted to leave the team.

But when the brand-new 38 big cover and the yellow-orange-orange bullet were held in their hands, hatred and courage once again occupied the whole body, and everyone's fighting spirit was raised again, and the will to die with the devil was once again condensed in their hearts.

Only when the warriors feel that sacrifice is a meaningful act will they not be afraid.

At this time, the two company commanders also called hot iron, held an all-company meeting, summed up the shortcomings of the last battle, and put in front of the soldiers the shortcomings of the last battle, such as poor experience, poor combat ability, and poor adaptability.

Soon, the warriors, who were mixed with grief and joy, turned their grief into strength and trained hard, wanting to fight the devil in the next battle.

"As long as three or four months pass, the next time I meet that group of devils, it will not be certain who will lose or win" It was Wu An, the commander of the first company, who spoke at this time, leaning against a tree, holding a horsetail in his mouth, looking at the soldiers in front of him who were training with high morale, and his tone was full of confidence.

"Our current firepower is almost the same as that of a devil," Xu Ping, the commander of the second company, nodded and agreed.

"6 machine guns, 6 grenadiers, an average of one gun per person, and I have never been so rich" Throwing the horsetail grass on the ground, Wu An rubbed his hands excitedly, looking forward to it.

"Just wait for the fighters to familiarize themselves with the weapons, hehe"

As the elite who came all the way out of the meadow, the two of them have no fear of devils, everyone is on the same neck with their heads, there is no difference, but the devils are better trained and better equipped.

And.

Positional defensive warfare, new troops, lack of weapons and ammunition, lack of permanent fortifications, in the face of well-equipped and well-trained Japanese troops, such casualties were normal, and if it were not for the support of the pistol team in the later period, they would have even retreated as a luxury.

But after experiencing such huge casualties, after overcoming this huge hurdle, as long as they go through a period of training and then fight a few actual battles, these fighters who have come out of life and death will transform into real elites.

An elite warrior who can compete head-on with devils.

"I don't know who beat the devil transport team so badly" In the midst of joy, Wu An was also slightly puzzled.

After their return, they had a combat meeting, and the two of them also learned about the whole process of the battle, and they were naturally very curious about the unknown mysterious friendly army that crippled the devil transport team.

"That's a devil with the size of a full squadron, and it's also equipped with mortars" Xu Ping bared his teeth with a shocked expression.

The devils who can be equipped with mortars are only the devils of the first-line divisions.

At the beginning of the war, they clearly knew that the devils were actually divided into first-line standing divisions and second-line garrison divisions.

Before the reorganization and expansion, they had many experiences of fighting with devils in the original army, so they deeply realized the huge gap in combat effectiveness between the first-line division and the second-line division.

If it is a second-line division, with the strength of the 733rd regiment before the ambush battle, if they are properly prepared, they can fight with the squadron of a second-line division of the devil. And if you face a squadron of a first-line division, no matter how good the time and place are, the 733rd Regiment has no chance of winning, and even if a battle is fought, it will be difficult to cause many casualties to the devils.

Generally speaking, the independent transport teams are second-line garrison devils, which is one of the main factors in the regiment's decision to fight an ambush war.

If the regiment had known that the convoy was a front-line devil and equipped with mortars, then this ambush would never have happened.

"It is said that the mysterious friendly army that attacked the devil had almost no casualties, if only we could have such ruthless combat effectiveness," Wu An's face was shocked and envious.

"He Zheng, the kid from the second company of the second battalion, went to check the position used by the ambushers, and there was really no trace of blood or injury, only a barge gun shell shell in one place" Xu Ping nodded peacefully, and his face was also shocked and envious.

"It is said that there are at least 40,000 bullet casings left there, and if we are so rich, it is not like playing with devils."

"More than 40,000 rounds..." Hearing this, Wu An also took a breath of cold air.

The richest pistol team in the regiment has participated in dozens of battles large and small since its establishment, and the total number of bullets fired does not exceed 20,000 rounds, and it is really unimaginable that he has fired 40,000 rounds of ammunition in one battle.

"But you said that they were all already crippled, why did they suddenly retreat?" With envy and horror, Wu An looked for a topic further.

"You ask me, who do I ask?" Xu Ping rolled his eyes at his partner, they have been working together for more than ten years, he knows very well the character of his partner, he is very arrogant, heartless, thoughtful, and whimsical.

"You say, could it be that someone knows that we are short of guns and ammunition, so they are good people and do good deeds, specially kill the devil transport team for us, and then push the boat down the river to give us the devil's guns and ammunition" pinching his chin, Wu An launched his own thinking.

"Yes, there is still a shortage of food and winter clothes in our group, maybe in a few days, a bunch of food and grass will suddenly fly into the group" Squinting his eyes, glancing at his partner who was daydreaming, Xu Ping opened his mouth sarcastically.

"That's right, I have to send a few soldiers to search around, maybe there are support materials left by this mysterious friendly army" Wu An summoned a few soldiers with a serious face.

Xu Ping: "····"

Covering his forehead, Xu Ping didn't talk.