Huo Erguo and Dong Xuesheng also frowned, they didn't say anything, but their thoughts were the same as others. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Fighting a tough battle with the existing conditions is hitting a stone with an egg.

Only Gong Da Niu has a different opinion, isn't it just to take a mountain, and if you can't attack it, you can outwit it. "Old generation, let me go, my 3rd platoon hasn't fought a tough battle for a long time. There's a sneak attack tonight. ”

I don't know what to say, Gong Daniu...... Gee...... The mind is too simple. "Old Gong, do you want your brothers to die?" The scrivener said helplessly. "The devils' usual trick is to carry out sneak attacks, do you think they are unprepared?"

Lao Gong blinked and thought about it, and didn't mention the sneak attack again.

At this time, an adjutant came from a distance, walked up to the scrivener box and asked, "Who is the leader?" ”

"Me." The scrivener replied.

The adjutant glanced up and down the scrivener box a few times, "You're the scrivener, right?" ”

"Yes."

The adjutant sneered, and stretched out his finger to the sky above his head, "What time is it now, and you haven't headed to the designated place yet." Commander Ma has an order to arrive at the designated place before dark, otherwise military law will deal with it! You've got half a day, so you can do it yourself. The adjutant walked away.

The teeth of the people present were clucking, and it was really the head of the horse! This guy is obviously communiquéing personal vendetta! The little monkey was really angry, and he wanted to go to the head of the horse to theorize. was stopped by the scrivener box and Kong Zhaoqiang, the theory is useless at all, the other party is determined to rectify you, and he will definitely find a hundred reasons. Commander Li Hongli has not returned from going to the division headquarters, there is no tiger and monkey in the mountains to call the king, and of course Commander Ma will not give up this opportunity.

Looking at the day in the scrivener, it was already past noon, and the soldiers hadn't even drunk saliva from morning to now. He ordered everyone to bury the pot and cook first, and nothing was more important than eating. We'll talk about big things after eating.

"Old generation, can you still eat?" Kong Zhaoqiang has always been worried. The current situation is a dilemma, and the head of the regiment forces them to fight the Japanese. If you go, you will be sent to death, and if you don't go, you will disobey military orders.

"It's okay Lao Kong, I'll take care of the big things, and I can't do it at all to let the brothers die in vain." Now the bookbox is a little indifferent, he has experienced too many life and death, and the life of every soldier is extremely important in his opinion, they are all children with parents, who don't want their sons to go home safely.

Just after lunch, a light rain fell in the sky, and the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Company hid under the big trees in groups to avoid the rain, without the slightest intention of pulling out.

On the road, a convoy appeared in the rain curtain, the machine roared, and the scale of the convoy was not small. As it had reached the end of the road, the convoy slowly stopped. Soon soldiers surrounded and carried supplies from the trucks. Convoys of supplies are available almost every day, with food, medicine, guns and ammunition, so to speak, whatever is lacking at the front and at the rear.

Gong Da Niu did a good thing, and walked over to see the convoy transporting supplies. After a while, this guy came back and brought a person, "Old generation, look who's coming." Lao Gong's tone of voice was very excited, as if he had encountered some happy event.

When the scrivener looked up, it turned out to be Zhao Yunlai, "Old Zhao, why are you here, I want to die brothers!" The scrivener held Zhao Yunlai's hand tightly.

The little monkey, Lu Shuting, and Kong Zhaoqiang also stepped forward one after another, surrounding Zhao Yunlai.

"It's good to see you, I've been thinking about you all my dreams!" Zhao Yunlai burst into tears as he spoke. He had heard about the deeds of the scrivener and others, and he was both excited and excited, and many nights dreamed of returning to the team. Playing black boxing together and running to the sinkhole together, it makes people's blood boil when they think about it.

"Lao Zhao, are you okay this time?" The scrivener asked.

"Fortunately, the communications soldier is my old profession, and everything is easy to do. The only regret is that I miss you. Zhao Yunlai replied.

The scrivener looked at Zhao Yunlai's clothes, and he also reached the level of platoon commander, and this guy was promoted. It seems that the communications battalion at the division headquarters is really mixing well.

Zhao Yunlai has endless words to talk to everyone, and he is talking about idle sentences. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he said to everyone: "I didn't come in vain this time, and I also brought you a greeting gift." Wait, I'll have someone deliver it. After Lao Zhao finished speaking, he waved straight at the convoy behind, and soon several trucks drove over. Stop in front of the scrivener and the others.

The first truck was full of boxes of guns and ammunition, all of which were Thomson machine guns, a full fifty of them, which could almost equip half a company, and more than a hundred boxes of bullets. Half a truck was fully loaded.

The second, third, and fourth trucks were loaded with mountain guns and shells, shiny and wrapped in a layer of oiled paper, apparently unopened.

Gong Daniu's eyes were straight at that time, so many mountain cannons, you damn it, you are excited when you think about it, if this is a hundred cannons, how shocking the scene is. "Unload them all!" Gong Daniu shouted at the top of his voice, and his tone changed.

The soldiers of the entire company worked in unison to unload the cannons and shells. On the other side, soldiers were already firing ammunition for the Thomson machine gun. Every soldier was extremely excited, such a sophisticated equipment means that the combat effectiveness has increased tenfold, and it also means that the soldiers can have less blood and fewer casualties.

I said...... Lao Zhao ...... It's really yours, how did you get such a good thing? Kong Zhaoqiang stared at a mountain cannon, more excited than seeing a stunning beauty.

Zhao Yunlai chuckled: "Hehe, I don't have that much ability." These things were handed over by two American officers. ”

Jim and Gera! You don't have to think about it to know it's them. The scrivener remembered one thing, Jim had asked himself what he needed most. At that time, I casually said that I needed guns and cannons the most, but I didn't expect them to be really delivered, and there were so many! It is said that Jim and Jera are the real power of the US military in Southeast Asia, and now it really doesn't seem to be an exaggeration at all.

According to the configuration of the Chinese army stationed in India, a squad is equipped with a machine gun, and a platoon or company is equipped with a small mountain gun. This is already a very luxurious equipment, at least not in the country. Jim and Gera gave away enough equipment to equip a regiment! Thirty mountain cannons alone are eye-catching, one company is equipped with one as standard, and the scrivener box suddenly has the equipment of thirty companies.

"Lao Zhao, this batch of things is really timely rain!" The scrivener patted Zhao Yunlai on the shoulder and sighed, he suddenly had an idea in his heart, it shouldn't be troublesome to use this batch of equipment to seize the position of the Japanese army.