The huge school field was quiet, and the soldiers were waiting for Han Xin's specific deployment and orders.

"Guangwei, send out all the communication soldiers in the regiment, and also inquire about the situation in the county town of the devil, and we must find out the exact number of people, time, and baggage carried by the devil's transport team through Fushan."

Han Xin calmly said to Lu Guangwei that he believed that there was a huge 388th regiment, and there was no problem with this intelligence work.

Sure enough, Lu Guangwei nodded without hesitation, and then asked, "Regiment leader, how many men and horses do we have to prepare?" In my past experience, the number of this devil's convoy is not large, sometimes there are more than 300 people, and when there are few, even forty or fifty people will set off, but in general, it is a transport escort carried out by a devil's squadron. ”

"Then bring three hundred brothers!"

"Three hundred?"

Lu Guangwei's eyes instantly widened, his mouth was almost bigger than his face, and he couldn't believe it: "Regiment Commander, I know that it is a shame that I failed to ambush with nearly a thousand people last time, but you can't play child's play!" Three hundred, too few! ”

Zhou Dalong, who was still wearing a bandage on his head, also thought deeply and said: "Yes, I can still win by ambushing the little devil with the same force, I have almost never heard of such an ambush battle, the regiment commander ......"

"Don't worry! Three hundred people are enough, since it is to wash away the shame, if this battle is too ordinary, then what is the meaning?

And don't get me wrong, as soon as you come to the regiment, you must have enough men left behind to take care of the soldiers who were wounded in yesterday's battle.

Second, this ambush is a surprise attack, concealed and camouflaged, easy to expose when there are too many people, and poor mobility. ”

"Then what baggage shall we take with us?" A company commander in charge of baggage transport asked.

Han Xin glanced at the company commander lightly and asked rhetorically, "Oh! What other heavy weapons do we have in our regiment? ”

"This ......" The company commander was speechless, the bullshit Chu Wenli was so ruthless that he almost emptied the baggage of the 388th Regiment, and even the light machine guns did not leave a few.

Another batch was lost in the Fushan ambush, and now the situation of the 388th Regiment is that it has a Hanyang-made manpower, more than 20 rounds of ammunition, plus some grenades.

As for mortars, heavy machine guns, etc., there are no them at all.

"Damn, Lao Tzu went to find Chu Wenli, this guy is really too deceitful!"

"Brother Long!" Lu Guangwei stopped Zhou Dalong and said helplessly: "It's useless, what was snatched by Chu Wenli's bastard, don't say it's you, even the brigade commander probably won't come back, it's not like you haven't gone to ask for it."

"Then we can't use rifle bayonets against the devil's machine guns and cannons! That's not going to die! ”

Han Xin watched the farce of these soldiers of the 388th Regiment like a bystander, and never said a word.

Lu Guangwei noticed Han Xin's indifference and disregard for bystanders, and his heart moved, and asked Han Xin, "Commander, what do you think?"

Han Xin smiled faintly: "I can't talk about it, I just thought of a troop, which has always been millet plus rifles, and the enemy's planes and artillery are increased, and those who don't see it are wiped out."

"How is this possible...... You, regiment commander, do you mean the communist army! ”

Zhou Dalong reacted and asked with a rather ugly face.

"Isn't it?"

"Hmph, those communist bandits are as cunning as foxes, they are just fighting some guerrilla warfare that cannot be put on the table, how can they be compared with our Central Army?"

Han Xin smiled and didn't say anything, but suddenly affirmed in a certain tone: "However, as far as I know, this kind of ambush victory with the same force is not uncommon in the Eighth Route Army, and with those few broken guns, they did it."

Based on this, you ask yourself, who of you soldiers who are accustomed to machine guns and cannons can do this? ”

The scene was silent, everyone knew that what Han Xin said was the truth, and this was almost an unspoken rule in the national army: although the communist bandits were not well equipped, they were extremely brave in battle, and they were definitely not as unbearable as some generals of the national army deliberately smeared.

"After all, the first reason for your failure, which I mentioned earlier, is cowardice, and you have never been able to avoid it.

You are afraid, afraid of the Japanese artillery fire, so that the horror of the devil is deterred, you are still afraid of death, afraid that you will die like this, and you will not be able to enjoy glory and wealth from now on, right? ”

Han Xin's faint voice sounded slowly, as if he was chattering, but the words he said made the soldiers of the 388th Regiment commotion again.

Some of the fighters lowered their heads, some had disbelief written on their faces, and some were unimpressed...... All kinds of looks, all kinds of ideas, you name it.

Lu Guangwei's face was low, and he suddenly found that his brothers were very straw bales, and they were pointed at their noses and ridiculed like this, but they couldn't find half a word to refute it.

Lu Guangwei looked around for a week, and then shouted loudly: "Brothers, look at me!"

Captain, he's laughing at us, do you see? But what can we say, aren't you, including me, so greedy for life and afraid of death!

For example, I, Lu Guangwei, I'm afraid of death! When the devil's artillery bombarded me, I was terrified, I was trembling, and I even wanted to leave everyone and escape alone......

But in the end, I did not do so, because I knew that my brothers believed in me, so I entrusted my life to my hands, and I wanted to wash away my shame with my brothers and win the glory of being a soldier again.

That's right, death is terrible, but death is just in that moment, and then you don't know anything, think about it, is it terrible to be ridiculed by people every day? Is it terrible to be poked in the back and scolded? Is it terrible to condemn yourself in your heart day and night because you are greedy for life and afraid of death?

Brothers, what about the little devil, he wasn't raised by his father and mother? What are we afraid of? The soldiers defend the country, and the horse leather shroud is returned, it is a man, so let me kill these invaders!

Let the regiment commander know that our 388th Regiment has no bad seeds! ”

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The emotions of the soldiers were ignited, and they roared hoarsely, Han Xin nodded secretly on the side, no wonder Dong Feng said that this Lu Guangwei would incite chaos and demagoguery, and there was really a set, which raised the low morale in a few moments.

However, Han Xin also knew that this was only temporary, once faced with a life and death crisis, artillery and fire, swords and guns, these so-called morale would be shattered immediately.

So what Han Xin has to do is to give these soldiers confidence, the division of a hundred victories, unstoppable, only when they realize that the little devil is far from being so strong, can they truly overcome the fear in their hearts and become strong.

"Well, everyone is good, I'm sure you'll soon realize a fact, little devil, that's it!"

Han Xin spoke slowly.