"Ahem...... Good...... What a hammer! Sir, don't be fooled by him, I said let's send this cannon back to the stone master, as for whether or not to hit the stronghold at that time, it's all the matter of the 70th Division, and we can't stand up for them...... Ahem. ”

When the old immortal heard that Zhao Shixun was going to march alone with his brothers to go back to the second cannon tower overnight, he almost choked himself to death with a puff of cigarette.

Originally, yesterday's overnight march made him a little unbearable, and he thought that the 70th Division would be able to go down with a drum by relying on the strength of the people, but it was defeated by others.

With this lesson from the past, the old immortal felt unreliable from the bottom of his heart to fight the stronghold of Renjiazhuang.

Seeing that Zhao Shixun was unmoved, the old immortal turned his hope to the instructor Zhou Yu. In his opinion, this stronghold is completely the business of the 70th Division, and has nothing to do with the 7th Company belonging to the Eighth Route Army, and the instructor will definitely support him.

"Instructor, what kind of stronghold did this person instigate us to fight, you quickly persuade the sir, don't let us accompany this guy to death.

I heard that he was left alone in the whole company, where is this company commander, the whole mourning star. ”

Seeing the old immortal's appearance of going up the knife mountain and going down to the sea of fire, Zhou Yu smiled awkwardly.

"Old Wu, in the matter of attacking the stronghold, I and the company commander have the same attitude."

"What! …… Oh, my mother, instructor, have you fallen under a spell today? This....... ”

I thought that Zhou Yu, who was born in the Eighth Road, would stand on his side, but he didn't expect that the other party would be the same as Zhao Shixun, and he would accompany the mourning star to wade in this troubled water. After being speechless for a while, the old immortal looked at Zhou Yu and Zhao Shixun with his mouth open, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"I said that the old man is immortal, you can do whatever the company commander asks you to do, don't you usually say that you are a cat, nine lives? Why can't this work? ”

glared at the big pillar that was laughing at himself beside him, and the old immortal waved his hand, looking like he loved it.

"Alas...... Turtle son's. You can toss as much as you want, I don......'t care if I don't die. ”

Once the mission is decided, the next step is action.

Shooting a cannon is not only a technical job, but also a personal work, so Qi Baoshan alone can't do it. For this reason, Zhao Shixun tried his best to disagree and let the second platoon follow Qi Baoshan alone to learn the operation of artillery.

Zhao Shixun gave Qi Baoshan two and a half hours to make sure that no matter what method he used, he had to let his soldiers learn how to easily disassemble and assemble the Jin-made Type 13 mountain cannon.

……

Under the sun, watching Qi Baoshan's sweaty guide soldiers dismantle the artillery one by one, the corner of Qi Baoshan's mouth smiled slightly.

In fact, the reason why he decided to help Qi Baoshan go to the stronghold was that he wanted to help the Seventy Division through the difficulties in front of him, and there was also a hidden purpose that he wanted to keep Qi Baoshan in his team.

The artillery battalion of the 70th Division has already existed in name only, and seeing that Shi Ziyu has exhausted hundreds of professional artillery soldiers as light infantry, Zhao Shixun looked at it and said that he was not distressed, it was nonsense.

Since participating in the Eighth Road, Zhao Shixun has become more and more unbearable for the tactical shortcomings caused by the lack of heavy firepower of the troops. Although the first column nominally has an artillery company, in Zhao Shixun's eyes, this artillery company is simply a showcase. A few of the old and dilapidated mortars had a close range and poor accuracy, and because the ammunition supply was almost cut off, these old weapons did not even have half a base ammunition stockpile.

As for the captured grenadiers, although they were all good things, since there were no professional grenadiers in the first column, the grenadiers could only be relied on to fight. That's it, and it was treated as a baby bump by the artillery company of the column.

Although Lei Wancheng sent telegrams to his superiors several times asking for a few professional grenadiers, so far, not a single head has been sent by his superiors.

During this time, Zhao Shixun had enough of the loss of the devil's grenadier, so he dreamed of gradually supporting his own long-range support fire team.

But there is a way that thousands of troops are easy to get, and it is difficult to find a general, and the grenadiers and even the 92 rifle guns themselves can go to the devils to grab them, but the professional artillery can't grab them themselves. Therefore, after seeing Zhou Yu unexpectedly bring back the surviving Qi Baoshan, Zhao Shixun immediately moved to recruit him.

However, although he wanted to keep the other party, the other party was a member of the Seventy Division after all. Although he barely saved the other party's life, but with this and a few heart-wrenching words, he let him switch to his command, Zhao Shixun asked himself if he had this ability.

However, although the poor jingle mountain sounds, Zhao Shixun, who has been in the army for a long time, can't do anything else, and he still has some ability to look at people.

In Zhao Shixun's opinion, this Qi Baoshan and those Qiu Ba who licked blood at the tip of the knife obviously couldn't urinate in a pot, and it could be seen from his collision with Shi Ziyu that this kid was obviously mixed up in the Seventy Division and had been depressed.

For this kind of person, Zhao Shixun is very clear. As long as he can give him a platform to show his strength, and give him some respect, it is not impossible for him to join him.

Of course, this kind of naked words are impossible to say on the table, so Zhao Shixun can only know it in his heart. As for whether Zhou Yu and others can understand their hard work, Zhao Shixun is not clear. But at least for now, everything is not bad, at least Zhou Yu has not explicitly objected.

In the afternoon, after escaping the most poisonous hour of the sun, Zhao Shixun left Yangjialing with the Seventh Company and marched towards Renjiazhuang again.

Under the guidance of Qi Baoshan, the Jinzao 13-type mountain artillery was divided into eight parts, and more than a dozen soldiers began to move their positions on their shoulders.

According to the weight variety, the barrel, gun carriage, and brake were each carried by two soldiers. Sighting equipment, front shelf, rear shelf, and two gun wheels were carried by a soldier and a soldier on the march.

The remaining two ammunition boxes with three shells were carried by two soldiers alone.

In this way, a 540-kilogram mountain cannon was broken down into six categories, and the difficult manpower transfer began.

And the second platoon, which was temporarily in charge of Qi Baoshan, was transformed into an artillery platoon attached to the company level at this time!

……

Ding Jiawa, the station of the 70th Division.

In the conference room, looking at the few officers in front of him with a pale face, Shi Ziyu was silent and did not say a word.

After the failure of the stronghold, Shi Ziyu ordered the troops to retreat to Dingjiawa on their own in order to avoid being bombarded by the Japanese army.

But what Shi Ziyu never expected was that after talking about the troops just now, he found that less than two-thirds of the troops had returned. In other words, in order to fight a stronghold defended by the puppet army for more than 100 days, he actually lost more than 400 people! The most important thing is that it hasn't been beaten down yet!

Shi Ziyu knew very well that the troops lost more than a hundred people at most when attacking the stronghold. Combined with the casualties of artillery shelling in the rear, the total number of casualties was less than 300. But at present, there are more than 400 people in the team, which means that a whole company of soldiers has been scattered, or escaped~!

"Staff Officer Li! Have you counted the exact number of losses of each sortie? ”

Seeing a staff officer walk in, Shi Ziyu asked coldly.

"Report to the master's seat, the statistics are finished."

"Read!"

"Eighty-five people came out of the war, and 15 were killed or wounded. Of these, 9 were killed and 6 were injured.

The 701st Regiment fought two battalions of 560 men and suffered 80 casualties. Of these, 42 were killed, and the rest were mostly slightly injured.

The 703rd regiment fought a battalion of 320 men and lost 260 people.

The commandos fought 62 people, and so far none of them have returned to the camp, and it should be the total annihilation.

A company of the Eighth Route Army, a friendly army, has not yet returned to the team.

Report complete. ”

Before the staff officer closed the report and left, Shi Ziyu, whose face was extremely ugly, was already furious.

Boom!

A slap lined up on the table, and Shi Ziyu roared:

"A battalion was beaten into a company by others, what a fucking bad battle is this! What about Peng Sixiang, where did he go? ”

Seeing that no one answered after shouting a few times, Shi Boying, who was standing on the side, stepped forward and said in a deep voice:

"Captain Peng was injured and fainted, and he should still be lying in the hospital."

Hearing this, Shi Ziyu was stunned, and then Shi Ziyu heard about Peng Sixiang's injury.

"Peng Sixiang is not here, who is in charge of the 703 regiment now? Stand up for me! ”

With Shi Ziyu's roar, the two captains and officers were frightened.

After a while, under Shi Ziyu's murderous gaze, a captain with a bandage on his arm stood up and stammered:

"Report to the division, Xu Desheng, the captain of the first battalion of the 703rd regiment, is currently the acting commander of the regiment."

Staring at each other, Shi Ziyu gritted his teeth and asked:

"Do you know how many people are left in your battalion?"

Looking at Shi Ziyu, the acting head of the regiment moved his Adam's apple, and involuntarily sent his own wind and discipline buckle.

"Back to the teacher's seat, there are still more than sixty people left ......."

"More than sixty people......, good! Very good! ”

Sensing Shi Ziyu's murderous intent, the acting head of the regiment was frightened, and hurriedly ran over a few steps and begged:

"Shiza, it's not that the lowly job is ineffective, it's really that the Japanese are too powerful. Moreover, the humble duty is only to carry out the orders of the lord of the regiment, and in the end, the ambush in the army led to the failure of the attack, which is really beyond the control of the humble position, and the division seat is also requested to investigate. ”

"Oh? You mean you're right! ”

Staring at each other, Shi Ziyu suddenly said in a cold tone.

"Guards! Call the Warlords! ”

After taking a deep look at the other party, Shi Ziyu ordered to hand over a few soldiers from the overseer team.

Soon, three heavily armed guards walked in.

Looking at the three soldiers, Shi Ziyu pointed to Xu Desheng, the acting head of the 703rd Regiment standing in front of him

Asked:

"Let's see if this person is an officer who led people to attack the Overseer."

The moment he saw the soldiers coming in, the acting head of the regiment, Xu Desheng's face suddenly turned pale like a dead man, and the whole person stayed in place.

"It's him, it's the Overseer team he led people to attack! He shot and killed several of our brothers! ”

Looking at the three soldiers who were shouting at him with a fierce voice, Xu Desheng's feet were soft and direct

collapsed in front of Shi Ziyu.

"The master spares his life, he will definitely make meritorious service to atone for his sins after his humble position, and the master will spare his life!"

Looking at Xu Desheng, who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, Shi Ziyu kicked the other party on the heel, gritted his teeth and said coldly:

"Xu Desheng, if you take the initiative to confess Lao Tzu, you can still spare your life, after all, it is really difficult for you to fight. But you don't want to repent, and you still want to put the blame on the superiors who have been injured and unconscious, it is really hateful, how can I leave a black sheep like you in our army! ”

Speaking of this, Shi Ziyu shouted to several guards who had already surrounded him:

Xu Desheng, the acting head of the 703 regiment, escaped from the battle, greedy for life and afraid of death. Immediately drag it out and shoot it to enforce military discipline! ”

To be continued, resume the update, sorry book friends!

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