"Hay!"

The captain of the Ninth Wing of the Little Devil Mountain Artillery, Xiu Serikawa, bowed his head, and after answering respectfully, he also turned around and headed towards his position.

"Is the little devil finally going to start building a pontoon bridge and launching a real charge?"

On the north bank of the Huai River, in a hidden high place, Zhang Shaofang, the commander of the 113th Division, put down the telescope in his hand, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Because almost all of this was expected by him; No, to be precise, all this was almost as Yang Yun expected, and Yang Yun told him all this.

"Captain Yang is really a god!"

"Yes! Oh, yes! ”

A major general and brigade commander couldn't help but admire the movements of the little devils on the other side of the Huai River, while the rest of the people followed suit.

Yang Yun's skin was thicker than the city wall, and after hearing their praise at this moment, he was also a little embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Commander Yang, do we need to start attacking?"

Seeing that the little devils on the south bank of the Huai River had already come to the river with the rafts, planks, and wooden pillars and small fishing boats that they had prepared for their sight, and began to prepare for the construction of a pontoon bridge across the river, Zhang Shaofang couldn't help but ask Yang Yun aloud.

"Don't worry, wait a little longer, if you fire now, it won't do much damage to the little devil, on the contrary, it may cause the little devil to be alert.

This first wave of attacks is the most important and the easiest opportunity to achieve great feats, and we must firmly grasp it!

Otherwise, once you miss this opportunity, when the little devil is more vigilant, I am afraid that it will be difficult to hold on to such an opportunity now. ”

Yang Yun explained lightly.

"Hmm!"

Although Zhang Shaofang's heart was full of excitement, excitement, and nervousness, when he heard Yang Yun's explanation, he could only dispel the idea of mentioning it just now and preparing to give an attack order.

With the 113th Division's indulgent attitude, the little devils of the 7th Wing only showed their unscrupulous posture when they were frightened by their own shells.

At first, these little devils also used small rafts, wooden pillars and planks to build pontoon bridges as shelters to block the bullets fired by the officers and soldiers of the 113th Division on the other side of the Huai River, but now when they slowly stopped shooting, these little devils are becoming more and more arrogant.

In order to save physical strength, they no longer hold these objects as cover in groups, but completely drag them forward.

Soon, nearly 100 little devils rushed to the edge of the Huai River, these little devils seemed to have done special training, and built a pontoon bridge that was called a handy, almost no different from professional carpentry.

The rafts are placed parallel to each other on the river surface as the bridge base, and the wooden pillars are erected in the water to make the bridge piers, and then the small rafts are fixed with yard nails, long ropes, steel cables, etc., and a thick layer of wooden planks is laid on them, and the simple pontoon bridge is built.

Such a pontoon bridge can not only be passed by soldiers at will, but if the quality is excellent, it can even be completely sufficient to carry military cars and even tanks and armored vehicles to pass.

In order to prevent the officers and soldiers of the Chinese 113th Division from building pontoon bridges on the other side of the Huai River, the Japanese not only increased the artillery bombardment, but also quickly built several heavy machine gun positions on the south bank of the Huai River.

Since these heavy machine-gun positions were built on the riverside of the south bank of the Huai River, the positions of the Chinese 113th Division on the other side of the Huai River had been completely included in their fire range, and as soon as they fired, they were able to deal a powerful blow to the 113th Division.

In order to completely prevent the 113th Division from sabotaging their plan to build a pontoon bridge, these little devils even used some fishing boats to set up light machine gun positions in the Huai River.

And with the construction of the pontoon bridge, these little devils also slowly rowed the fishing boat towards the north bank of the Huai River.

In the binoculars, watching his officers and soldiers rushing to the edge of the Huai River unstoppably and starting to build a pontoon bridge, and the enemy on the other side of the Huai River did not say anything about this, the commander of the 6th Brigade of the little devil, Akiyama Yoshiyoshi, finally showed an arrogant smug smile on his face.

The smile was full of cruelty, as well as contempt, contempt for the 113th Division's ineffective combat.

Because in his opinion, the 113th Division had been bombed by their aircraft formations of the Japanese Empire and the 9th Mountain Artillery Wing, and he couldn't raise the slightest resistance in his heart.

Even in his mind, he had already begun to imagine the wonderful picture of the enemy troops lining up and standing on the north bank of the Huai River to meet them and surrender when they built the pontoon bridge and successfully passed the Huai River.

But is that really the case?

Is the 113th Division really afraid of the little devils, and is it even ready to surrender?

The answer, of course, is not.

Watching the little devils unscrupulously and infinitely arrogantly build pontoon bridges, what's more, those little devils who were riding in small fishing boats have even rowed the fishing boats to the center of the Huai River, and are still moving forward.

The officers and men of the 113th Division on the position on the north bank of the Huai River had already gritted their teeth with hatred, and their eyes were cracked.

Especially in the face of the bombing of the little devil's plane, they had no choice, and now the shells from the ninth wing of the little devil's mountain artillery are still falling on their positions, and brothers continue to die tragically under the fire of the little devil.

But because they didn't receive the order from the master, they could only stare at their eyes dryly, gritting their teeth and glaring at these little devils who showed off their might.

"Captain Yang, aren't we going to start fighting back?"

A major general and brigade commander standing beside the division commander Zhang Shaofang couldn't help but ask out loud when he saw that the little devils who were fighting the vanguard had already rushed to the center of the Huai River with their fishing boats.

In fact, this question was also asked by the division commander Zhang Shaofang, just to show his determination as the head of a division, Zhang Shaofang could only force this sentence in his heart.

But from his extremely gloomy expression, which was about to drip water, you can see his hatred for the little devil.

And the brows that were almost furrowed together fully showed that he was suppressing the anger in his heart.

"There's no hurry."

Yang Yun still replied unhurriedly.

"But Commander Yang, if you wait a little longer, the little devils are already going to cross the Huai River by boat."

The Major General continued to frown and ask.

The rest of the people looked at Yang Yun with puzzled expressions, even their division seat Zhang Shaofang was no exception.

"Wouldn't that be better?"

Yang Yun did not answer the rhetorical question.

"Head Yang, what do you mean by this?"

"My meaning is very simple, if these little devils really dare to cross the Huai River, it is the best thing to do; What worries me is that these little devils dare not cross the Huai River. ”

It seemed that seeing that the look of doubt on everyone's faces had not subsided, Yang Yun paused and then continued to explain: "How many fishing boats are these? Even if these little devils all cross the Huai River, how many people are there?

And after they have crossed the Huai River, wouldn't it be much easier to attack them? ”

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