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Gong Daniu and Kong Zhaoqiang finally moved the mountain cannon to a higher place, and dozens of people became soup chickens, covered with muddy water. I had to take off my clothes, wash them a little in water, wring them out and hang them on the branches. I don't know when it will dry in this environment. Some soldiers simply put wet clothes on their bodies and dried their clothes with their body heat. Of course, if you do this, you may catch a cold.

The scrivener box ordered the troops to rest in place, cancel all combat missions, and take good care of their bodies first, which is the cost.

The heavy rain continued for more than two hours and did not stop until after dawn. The clouds cleared and the sky began to brighten. Moist water vapor permeated the mountains, and everywhere was gray.

The scrivener ordered the troops to retreat three hundred meters out of sight of the enemy on the hill. The strength of the two platoons was transferred with difficulty in the mud after the rain, and the most difficult was the mountain artillery, which was clumsy, heavy, and the most labor-intensive.

Kong Zhaoqiang suggested that the mountain cannon should be hidden on the spot and used on the spot when needed. The scrivener took this suggestion and pushed the five mountain cannons to hide in place in a densely wooded place, saving a lot of trouble.

The troops retreated three hundred meters and hid deep in the woods. Waiting for the news from Dong Xuesheng's side, he is now the key to the entire battle plan, because the shells and supplies are in his hands, and everything is empty talk if he can't come. The scrivener sent two more investigators to inquire about Dong Xuesheng's situation.

The sun is gradually rising, and the fog is slowly dissipating. After 10 a.m., the fog cleared completely, and the heat of the sun began to show. Taking advantage of the quiet period, the soldiers hung their wet clothes on the branches to dry.

Two of the scouts came back at about half past ten, and their faces were not very good-looking. They brought bad news: Dong Xuesheng's 1st platoon was in trouble, and almost all the supplies and ammunition were destroyed.

The scrivener box was shocked, and quickly asked what was going on, and Lu Shuting, Little Monkey and others also came over. The scout said that the incident happened last night: when the rain was pouring down, Dong Xuesheng was afraid that the supplies would be flooded, so he led all the soldiers in the first platoon to transfer the materials in the rain, and finally transferred the materials and ammunition to the high ground on the hillside with great effort. The rain was so heavy that there was a landslide where they were, and the mountains slid down in an instant, and the trees, rocks, supplies, and ammunition were all buried in the mud of the valley.

When everyone heard this, their faces turned pale in an instant, and the slope was a major taboo in the mountain march, and the lethality was incomparably huge, and sometimes the whole army would be annihilated.

"How is Dong Xuesheng? How about Row 1? The scrivener asked anxiously.

"Everyone is fine, a minute before the landslide, Dong Xuesheng and Huo Erguo noticed something unusual, there was no wind, but the big trees were shaking. So he hurriedly led the troops to transfer. The people are fine, but the supplies and ammunition are too late to be transported......" The scout stopped when he said this, and he couldn't bear to say any more, the five mountain cannons are gone, who doesn't feel distressed. As for the boxes and boxes of shells, the thought of it brings tears to your eyes. For soldiers, that's life.

After listening to the scrivener, I finally put my mind at ease, and the person is fine. If you don't have any equipment, you can get it again, but if you don't have people, you'll never be there. "Go back and tell Dong Xuesheng that the mountain cannon is a fart, and if it's gone, it's gone. Organize people to transport the remaining mountain artillery. The scrivener said to a scout. There were also ten mountain guns in the original station, which could be transported over for backup.

"Yes." The scout said yes and turned to leave.

The battle without ammunition could not be fought, so the scrivener had to order the soldiers to rest in place and wait for reinforcements. All the ammunition was swept away by the mudslide, even if Dong Xuesheng brought the remaining ten mountain cannons over? Thinking of this, the scrivener had a big head for a while, and it seemed that he could only ask the command for help to see if he could bring in a batch of ammunition. He asked Kong Zhaoqiang to communicate with the headquarters, Lao Kong was the most eloquent among everyone, and he might have an effect if he went.

Kong Zhaoqiang immediately prepared to set off. The scrivener asked him to bring two guards, but he refused, and the front line was the time to use people, and one soldier could not be taken away. The scrivener also instructed him to go to the headquarters to find the head of Li Hong as much as possible, and not to touch the deputy head of the regiment until he had to. Anything happens to him.

Kong Zhaoqiang is so smart, he doesn't need to be reminded by the old generation, he knows what to do. Carrying a gun on his back, he went to the road repair headquarters alone.

At noon, the sun was scorching the mountains and rivers, and the soldiers were listlessly taking refuge under the big trees. Without food, everyone has to go hungry. The scrivener looked at the listless brothers, and felt distressed for a while, is this like fighting a tough battle, it would be good not to be counterattacked by the devils on the mountain. The only hope is to wait for support, hoping that Kong Zhaoqiang will gain something.

The Japanese soldiers on the mountain found out in the morning that the sentries under the mountain had not returned, so they sent people down the mountain to look for them, but they did not find even a shadow. The corpse had already been deeply buried by the little monkey, so naturally it could not be found. It had rained heavily last night, and the Japanese soldiers took it for granted that the sentries had been swept away by the flood. Even if they suspected that the Chinese expeditionary force had done it, they did not dare to search in the mountains and forests, and gave up after a simple search.

The scrivener and his soldiers spent the whole noon in torment. The scouts sent out came back one after another, and went out one after another, bringing back a lot of news. Dong Xuesheng has already transported ten mountain guns to the halfway point, and he can arrive here before dark, and the troops of a platoon can transport ten mountain guns, and such a long mountain road is already considered a god speed.

Kong Zhaoqiang still has no news, and he doesn't know how to do it. The scrivener is most worried about Lao Kong now, if his business can't be done, the entire battle plan will be ruined. Lu Shuting and Gong Daniu were also a little unable to sit still, and circled back and forth around the big tree.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Kong Zhaoqiang finally returned. In fact, the Scout had already fed back the news to the scrivener before he arrived.

"Old Kong, how's it going?" The crowd gathered around to ask.

Kong Zhaoqiang grimaced and did not speak. sat on a rock silently, his face was sometimes pale and sometimes sallow, probably angry.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts sank, and they knew that the matter had not been done without asking. Things are going in a very bad direction.

"Lao Kong, what's going on?" The scrivener asked, although the guess was not optimistic, but the ins and outs always had to be figured out.

"Hey......" Kong Zhaoqiang sighed, "What else can happen, the problem lies with the old fox Deputy Head Ma!" Commander Li Hong is not here, so naturally I have to go to him, this old fox is him. Mother's turtle grandson, he doesn't do anything when he talks about people, and he doesn't shit when he eats people. Without saying a few words, he threw me out, saying that it was easy to say anything about supplies and ammunition, and that I would give as much as I wanted, but I must complete the combat mission on time. I saw that things were going so well, so I made a guarantee at that time, and I will definitely win the position before noon tomorrow! In order to get supplies, I also signed him. What a military order for the mother. Deputy Regiment Commander Ma put away the military order, called a quartermaster, and followed him to the treasury to get something. The quartermaster opened the door to the storeroom, and guess what? There's not even a single mouse in there, so there's provision! The quartermaster glared and said that the headquarters did not have any supplies now, so let him wait a few days. What do you call it? I went to find Deputy Head Ma again, but I couldn't even see anyone. ”