In the early morning of the 26th, rows of soldiers standing on the school grounds of the 388th Regiment had been standing for a long time, and when they were carefully counted, there were 300 soldiers, one no more and one not less.

"Regiment commander, I selected three hundred brothers from the regiment according to your requirements, all of them are veterans of the battlefield, they have accurate ideas, quick responses, and good marksmanship."

Lu Guangwei's voice sounded in the school field.

"The brothers of the artillery squad and the machine gun platoon are inside!"

"Well, according to your orders, more than twenty brothers from the mortar squad and machine gun platoon of our regiment are inside.

But, regimental commander, what are we calling these brothers for, if we want artillery fire or machine guns? ”

"This is of great use, okay, the devil's intelligence officer is not a dry meal, we have few people, let's set off as soon as the hour is ready!

Since it was an ambush, we must guarantee the confidentiality of this ambush. ”

"Yes!"

Lu Guangwei was stunned for a moment, and then responded with great approval, and heard Han Xin ask: "By the way, I ordered to bring all the mines and soil mines in the regiment, as well as the brothers who are good at burying mines, have you brought them?"

"Well, I brought them all, there are really a lot of mines in our regiment, Chu Wenli's guy is arrogant, and he has always thought that burying mines is a dishonorable practice, so he doesn't look down on these things at all."

"And the little devils still pay attention to what to do, these little devils slaughter villages and kill people, and loot on the land of my China, I have never thought of any brilliance."

"That's the reason! There is no need to talk about morality when dealing with a beast like a devil. Lu Guangwei nodded with deep feeling.

"Let's go!"

……

At around nine o'clock in the morning, Han Xin led 300 soldiers of the 388th Regiment to Fushan, the ambush site.

In November, there is still a large amount of unmelted snow in Shanxi, and the entire Fushan mountain range is covered with a large area of snow.

Perhaps there was no snow after that heavy snowfall, and because the weather was unusually cold, the snow on the aisle under Fukuyama looked very solid.

When Han Xin arrived, he also found that the rows of obvious footprints had not disappeared, looking at the neat and orderly footprints, about 39 yards, pushed to the height of the owner, it was about one meter seven, and then contacted the situation in Fushan, the owner of these footprints was likely to be the Japanese army.

"Guangwei, tell the warriors to try to walk from the path in the mountains and not leave footprints on the road."

"This ...... Commander, the devil can't be so smart! Lu Guangwei also quickly understood Han Xin's worries, afraid that the little devil would judge that there was an ambush here because of the footprints on the road.

But in Lu Guangwei's impression, the little devil is very good at fighting when he has heavy firepower, but his brain doesn't find out how smart he is!

"It doesn't hurt us to be prepared, to imagine the enemy to be smarter, and since we can think of it, we can't leave a flaw for the little devil."

"Yes!"

Lu Guangwei thought about it, and what Han Xin said was very reasonable, not afraid but afraid of what happened!

"Guangwei, is the fellow who delivered the news here? I'm going to ask him something. ”

"Here we are." Lu Guangwei answered, explained a few words to the soldier next to him, and after a while, an old man dressed as an honest peasant was brought over.

"Hello uncle, I want to ask you something, and I bother you to answer!"

"Well, sir, if the old man knows, he will definitely tell you!" The old man said respectfully.

"What do you call uncle?"

"Oh, the little old man is called Cheng Si, everyone else calls me the fourth, sir, you just call me that."

Han Xin nodded, looked at Cheng Si for a moment with a calm gaze, then moved away, and asked, "I heard that the specific news of the devil this time was all from you, Uncle Cheng, I don't know where you got these news, Uncle Cheng?"

"This ......"

Cheng Si hesitated for a while, and then said with some hatred: "It's not my evil son, the national army was not good before, and I didn't do what kind of devil."

I got all this information from him. ”

Han Xin ignored Lu Guangwei and the others, who were a little embarrassed on the side, he naturally knew the source of the Imperial Army, and then asked, "Then your son won't doubt it?"

"No, my son is a tendon, I poured him a few taels of liquor at dinner, and he told me everything."

Han Xin pondered for a moment, looked at Cheng Si's expression and did not fake, he believed the information this time, and said again: "Uncle Cheng, you said that the devil's convoy will pass through this Fushan Trail at noon today, and they will have lunch here, is this news reliable?"

Cheng Si was stunned and said: "It should be like this, the devil will transport the food and drink hoarded from the county town to the front every other week."

I'm squatting a little bit today, and I've seen the devil preparing for a long time, so I can't be wrong.

But I don't know if this little devil will eat in Fukuyama, it's just that one of my fellow vegetable sellers happened to come across when he passed by here.

He was so frightened at the time that the little devil just took some of his food for nothing and let him go......"

"Well, I know, it's troublesome Uncle Cheng, you can send Uncle Cheng back well!"

Han Xin ended Cheng Si's words, and the soldiers left with Cheng Si who was still unsatisfied.

"Commander, do you suspect that these words are unreliable?"

"It's not that I really doubt it, it's just that the generals have to be cautious enough.

In addition, I have secretly observed this into four, his words should be true, let's just move in secret, by the way, Guangwei, are all the manpower arranged? ”

"Don't worry! You're all set! ”

Elder Lu Guangwei looked at Han Xin with a bit of admiration, why didn't he think of these ingenious strategies?

If only he could have imagined, the earlier ambush battle would not have been a complete failure.

"That's the difference between me and him!" Lu Guangwei secretly sighed, and when he looked up, there was a ray of expectation in his eyes, such a Han Xin had already given him a feeling that he could really bring the 388th Regiment to glory.

……

Ichiro Masamura, the leader of the devil squadron stationed in the county, was full of excitement when he set off with his team.

As for the reasons for his excitement, there are two reasons, one is that under the looting in the past few days, a large number of military supplies have been accumulated again.

For the Japanese soldiers, who had lived on a small island short of supplies for a long time and were very stingy, they were really a little uncomfortable at first when they suddenly arrived in China, a place with vast land and abundant assets.

Some stingy comrades-in-arms still maintain their domestic habits, whether they are eating or fighting, they dare not waste the slightest.

But there are also some comrades-in-arms who have recently woken up, and when they arrive in China, they have arrived at the "slaughterhouse", and are they still worried that there will be no "meat" to eat?

And Ichiro Masamura is one of these enlightened Japanese, and on Chinese soil, he enjoys the feeling of burning and looting with impunity.

The Imperial Japanese Army has the right to use everything that is eye-catching, including women, and they no longer have to live the tight life at home.

In their eyes, this is the greatest benefit of being a soldier.

And this is the second reason why Ichiro Masamura rushed to the front headquarters, and one of his friends said that he had got a few Chinese women and was willing to wait for him to enjoy them together......

Before the sperm had time to fantasize further, his soldiers suddenly came to report: It was time for lunch to arrive at the Fukuyama realm.

In order to strengthen the physical fitness of its soldiers, Japan has long set strict food standards in terms of diet, and there are some detailed explanations on how much lean meat, how much polished rice, and how much pickled meat every day.

The Japanese are also very particular about food, and even when they are fighting, they are willing to spend a lot of effort on "eating".

And this is also the main reason why Chinese soldiers always fall into disadvantage when fighting with devils with bayonets, and even take two or three people to bring down a devil.

The physique can't keep up at all, just like why most of the NBA are Western faces, because people eat well, eat reasonably, and have good physical fitness!

So, hearing that it was time to eat again, Ichiro Masamura raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and ordered without hesitation: "Suspend the march and start cooking."

This is the unique cooking method of the Japanese army, they love Yamato cooking, and they throw everything they love to eat into a pot and boil it, similar to the chaotic stew in the Northeast in later generations.

After Ichiro Masamura's order was given, the little devils stopped in an orderly manner.

Sentry of sentry, cooking of cooking, rest of rest......

(To be continued)