Chapter 7 Man Jianghong (Part I)

"Lie down!" Liao Wenhua screamed and fell to the ground. At the same time, I didn't forget to pull the annoying Zhang Xiaochubby and pull the latter to a. Other officers and soldiers in the vicinity also fell to their stomachs, clinging to their helmets in their hands, waiting in fear for the explosions to come. Suffocatingly, the expected explosion never appeared, but on the contrary, there was a very tempting fragrance in the air.

"Something!" Shi Liangcai sniffled and cautiously raised half of his head. Looking around Zhao Dafeng's towering buttocks, he saw a wooden box that had been smashed to pieces. Near the pile of rotten wooden planks, dozens of tin boxes the size of kettles were scattered, several of which had been broken and clear grease was constantly dripping from the breaches.

"Canned meat!" Before Shi Liangcai could figure out what those grease were, Liao Wenhua had already jumped up, pounced, grabbed the tin box and stuffed it into his pocket.

"It's really developed this time, it's canned meat for little devils!" Several veterans who had been transferred from the 31st Division also rushed forward and rushed to put the tin boxes into their arms. There were also two platoon commanders who were particularly anxious, so they simply took out their daggers, opened the box in front of everyone, and grabbed it with their hands and ate it.

It was just that the commander of the old Gou regiment came quickly with a few signal soldiers, and when he saw the hungry ghosts of the subordinate officers, he was so angry that he blushed. stepped forward and grabbed an old platoon leader who was munching, and asked with a sneer: "Canned meat, how does it taste?" It's delicious, isn't it? ”

"Ugh!" The old platoon commander was taken aback, and the unchewed piece of meat was immediately stuck in his throat, and his eyes rolled when he choked. "Uh, uh!" He snorted uncomfortably, and it took a lot of effort to cough up the flesh in his throat and swallow it back into his stomach. Then he reluctantly glanced at the pieces of meat in the canned food box, and responded with a sneer, "This, isn't this more powerful when you eat?" Sir Gou, would you like to have a taste too? Like, it seems to be made of beef, but it's a little greasy! ”

"Eat, eat, why don't I choke you!" Lao Gou cursed with hatred, and the old platoon commander who left his hippie smile turned his eyes to the other officers under his command. What embarrassed him was that except for Zhang Songling and Shi Liangcai, almost all the officers had a few iron boxes in their hands, and when they saw the head of the regiment sweeping towards him, they immediately put their hands behind their backs. I wanted to hide it, but I couldn't hide it, I wanted to lose it but I was reluctant, so I had to open my mouth and smirk.

The law does not blame the public, even if Lao Gou has a fire in his heart, he has to succumb to reality, "A group of dirt buns, I haven't even eaten canned food!" He pursed his lips and muttered a curse. Then his gaze quickly swept over the seized materials, and he changed to another tone and commanded loudly, "You go separately and look for it, there should still be it." Last time Tubalu was in Pingxingguan, it is said that dozens of boxes of canned meat were seized, and their commander took them everywhere to show off. We don't have to find dozens of boxes, we can find more than a dozen boxes, and that's enough to open foreign meat for every brother! ”

"Alas!" How could the brothers not be happy to meet such a good officer who was considerate of his subordinates. Agreeing in unison, they prioritized finding the same item as the broken wooden box. Soon, not far from the boxes where the grenades were stacked, more than forty long wooden boxes of canned food were found. There are nearly 100 cans in each box, and the total number adds up to nearly 5,000 cans!

Now it's a big problem! The special service group traveled long distances, and in order to minimize the load, the only dry food they carried with them was steamed buns and pickles. Among them, forty percent of cornmeal is added to the steamed bun, which is cold and astringent when chewed, and it is really unpalatable. With this batch of canned meat, the brothers no longer have to eat pickled vegetables and steamed buns every day, and they will have more physical strength to work, and their morale will also be greatly boosted.

"Carry it aside and put it away, and when all the supplies are cleared, give two to each brother. After that, each person will send two per day until it glows! The overjoyed old Gou couldn't care about the embarrassing behavior of the big guy just now, so he called the battalion commander Gong Ziqiang and ordered with a smile.

"Yes, if there is a mission that cannot be completed, we have a battalion of all!" Gong Ziqiang stood up and saluted, and took the initiative to "Please!" ”

"Think beautifully!" Lao Gou kicked him with a smile, and then quickly lowered his voice, "Don't really divide it all, leave a box, let's take it back after the battle." Give it to the old battalion commander to treat you, don't give all your face to Tubalu!"

"Yes, mission guaranteed!" Gong Ziqiang agreed loudly again, put on a look of understanding, and turned around to arrange for someone to carry the canned food box.

"Don't mess around, but sort the seized goods first. What we can use, we will give it to the brethren. If you don't need it, don't keep it for the little devil's plane, it's all for me to pour into the valley overnight! Lao Gou's eyes swept over the rest of the large stacked wooden boxes, and commanded happily.

"Yes!" The officers agreed, and continued to keep their heads down. Soon, the large piles of seizures in front of him were classified. In addition to a large number of grenades that can be fired from grenadiers and dozens of boxes of canned meat, there are also bullets, tents, water bottles, gun accessories, etc., and there are dozens of them. The largest number of them were bullets, roughly estimated to be close to 400,000 rounds, enough to supply a Japanese army for seven days.

For the secret service, these bullets smell a bit of chicken ribs. The rifles in the hands of everyone are the 1924 type imported from Germany and the 1924 type copied by the domestic arsenal with reference to the 1924 type, both of which are 7.92 mm caliber. The bullet of the 38 big gaier is 6.5 mm, and it cannot be used by the secret service group at all. Even the bullets for the Japanese heavy machine guns were only 7.7 mm, which could not meet the needs of the special service group.

"The devil's crooked handle can also be picked up and used, and more than 100 have been seized in the 38 big covers, although it is not very easy to use, but the range is long, and it is also more formal than the newly received Chinese official resistance of the brothers!". Seeing that the disappointment on Lao Gou's face was getting stronger and stronger, Shi Liangcai stepped forward with a smile to comfort him.

Wang Tiehan also has a close relationship with Lao Gou, thought about it, and suggested with the mentality of treating a dead horse as a live horse doctor, "There are a few boxes that seem to be heavy machine gun accessories, I'll go and see if I can fix the devil's heavy machine gun!" ”

"There are still dozens of long boxes over there that haven't been opened, I'll take someone over and rummage through them, maybe we'll find something we can use!" In order to make a good impression in the eyes of everyone, Liao Wenhua also took the initiative to share Lao Gou's worries.

"Go ahead!" Old Gou nodded happily, and then turned his gaze back to the signal soldier, "You guys, let's go and see if the devil's radio can be used first, and if it can be used, let's use it to contact the front-line command!" ”

"Yes!" The signal soldier, who had been protected at the end of the line, saluted, and quickly ran close to the imp's temporary command post to check the radio. Having learned the lesson of the poor communication between several teams during the last sneak attack on the devils, when the special task force was dispatched this time, it specially brought the latest radio station distributed by the above. However, in addition to its huge size and astonishing weight, this kind of radio station is also very unsuitable for mountainous areas, and the signal corps has been busy from the moment the battle has ended until now, and has not succeeded in communicating with the front-line command to achieve a single telegram.

"Little fat man, come along and have a look! You have a lot of ink in your stomach, you should be able to fiddle with that thing. Seeing that Zhang Songling was busy beside him, Lao Gou ordered loudly.

"I, okay!" Zhang Songling was stunned for a moment, and then reluctantly agreed. He did graduate from the first national high school in Shandong Province with full honors, but he was not able to do it to the point that even the Japanese army radio could fiddle with it. Besides, he studied German as a foreign language, and it had nothing to do with the Japanese ghost characters.

Fortunately, several of the signal soldiers are veterans, and although they have never used Japanese radios, they can figure out the role of each of the above parts. After sweating profusely for a while, he successfully adjusted the frequency and sent a series of pre-prepared messages with a code.

"How? Did you get in touch with Command? Lao Gou had been waiting impatiently, rushed forward, and asked loudly.

"I don't know." Signal soldier Xiao Yang shook his head, and then added very seriously, "But the power of these machines is much greater than that of our special service group, and they can receive signals from outside the mountain at any time!" ”

"Then get it all moving!" Lao Gou happily rubbed his hands and ordered loudly. "A few of you go up together, one to contact the front-line command, one to contact the 79th Brigade, and one to contact the headquarters of the commander of the Second Theater directly in Taiyuan! Whoever receives the call back first, I'll give credit to whom! Little fat man, you leave a few of them to help! ”

"Yes!" Zhang Songling and a few signal soldiers agreed loudly and carried out the order separately. Lao Gou waited boredly beside him, pulling the devil's military phone that no longer had any sound, kicking the documents that were burned to ashes by the little devil himself, frowning again, and muttering in a low voice: "So many bullets, so many bullets, if you take them back and sell them, they will be enough for Lao Tzu to form a reinforced battalion!" They were all thrown into the ravine, and I don't know who was cheaper in the end?! ”

When he was depressed, Liao Wenhua's unique male duck voice suddenly came from the door, "Sir, sir, I found these, I found these things!" ”

"What's that?" Lao Gou quickly raised his head and looked at the source of the sound. I saw Liao Wenhua with a few brothers, holding a bunch of long and short guys in his hands, and he was smiling at himself with a charming face, "This, the grenadier, there are a full twelve." Brand new, still oiled. And this, the devil's rifle, is also brand new, probably more than four hundred. And this ......"

The last thing that was lifted by Liao Wenhua was a shovel. Short and sleek, the edge of the spade blade reflects a round of pale blue sheen. "More than two hundred, just enough to dig trenches!"