At this time, someone had already told Zhao Yunlai about Captain Ma's personal vendetta, Lao Zhao also looked resentful, and he had also seen Captain Ma's face, but he didn't expect it to be like that! "Since he is unkind, don't blame us for being unjust!" Lao Zhao squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, he waved at the convoy behind him, and another truck drove over. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's more?" Gong Daniu opened the back door as he spoke. "My own grandmother, it's all for us?" Lao Gong's tone of voice changed again.

The rest of the people squeezed over and looked, fuck you, it's all delicious! Canned beef, compressed biscuits, air-dried bacon, and all sorts of exotic foods filled half the carriage. There are also bags of white flour and rice.

"It's all ...... To give...... To us? The little monkey slurred and couldn't believe it until now.

"It wasn't before, but it is now. I'm in charge, move them all, and don't leave a grain of rice. Zhao Yunlai said very decisively. These things were originally going to be given to the front-line headquarters, but after hearing Deputy Commander Ma's face, Lao Zhao changed his mind, and instead of letting Deputy Commander Ma enjoy this dog thing, it was better to give it to his partner.

Naturally, the scrivener and others will not be polite, and they will not ask the origin, and order the soldiers to move, all of them!

The soldiers were all alive and strong, more than anything. Half a cart of food was moved in less than ten minutes.

The scrivener looked at the rows of mountain cannons and the mountains of food, and felt more confident than ever. Didn't Deputy Regiment Commander Ma want to borrow a knife to kill people, and today he broke the knife first, and the so-called "knife" was the hill guarded by Japanese soldiers. The scrivener ordered the troops to pull out, rush to the designated place, and make a beautiful fight for the surnamed Ma to see.

"Old generation, time is pressing, I have to go." Zhao Yun looked at the pocket watch on his chest, looking pressed for time.

The scrivener box was also in a hurry, and he had to rush a few miles away before dark to take down the mountain. "Lao Zhao, when our brothers still meet, take care." He patted Zhao Yunlai's shoulder and was reluctant.

Zhao Yunlai handed a square box to the little monkey, which was a telegraph machine, and Jim specially gave it an extra scrivener to facilitate contact. Lao Zhao taught the little monkey how to use it in the shortest time. Let the little monkey take care of it, and it can save his life at a critical time.

Although the Chinese troops stationed in India are well-equipped, radio stations are not something that can be equipped casually, and generally only one or two units per battalion. On the one hand, radio stations are scarce equipment, and on the other hand, too many and indiscriminate radio stations are not conducive to operational secrecy. Jim was definitely a big deal to be able to give a scrivener a radio station.

I saw Zhao Yunlai get in the car and leave. The scrivener ordered the troops to hurry forward. Several platoon commanders were a little dumbfounded, and 30 new mountain guns, 50 machine guns, and piles of food were added, and transportation became a big problem. Coupled with the original equipment and baggage, the weight of each soldier in the company exceeded 200 catties. Don't talk about walking on mountain roads, even flat ground can't walk.

"What should I do, old generation? It's better to throw away some of the old gear. Kong Zhaoqiang asked for the opinion of the scrivener.

In the face of the troubles of happiness, the scrivener box is also in the way. I had to reluctantly throw away a batch of old equipment, saying that it was old, and it was much better than the weapons used in the domestic battlefield. But I still can't take the rest of the stuff with me. There are just too many guns and ammunition.

As a last resort, the scrivener asked Dong Xuesheng and Huo Erguo to take care of the things that could not be taken away with a squad of troops, and the others set off according to the original plan and took down the mountain first. The crowd put down all the extraneous things and set out.

A company of troops, armed only with thirty mountain guns and enough shells, plus a few machine guns, rushed to the front as fast as possible.

The mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk, and thirty mountain cannons are equivalent to thirty iron lumps, which is extremely difficult to carry. After walking less than a mile, the soldiers began to be overwhelmed, it was really too heavy! The scrivener had to revise the plan again, putting down twenty of the thirty mountain guns and marching with only ten. The pressure on the marching army was greatly relieved, the weight was reduced by more than half, and the marching speed was greatly increased. Fortunately, the rain did not fall heavily and gradually stopped.

After several treks, the sharp knife finally arrived at the designated position before evening, and the little monkey pointed to the hill ahead, which was the target. The map is clearly marked: 1513 Heights.

The scrivener and others looked up carefully, and had to admire the vision of Deputy Commander Ma, the geographical location of this mountain is too important, it is isolated between several mountains, like a baby in the arms of several mountains. It is the only way to build the Indo-Burma highway in the future, and it cannot be bypassed no matter how you go around. Occupying this hill is tantamount to blocking a choke point of the India-Myanmar Highway and making it extremely difficult to build the road.

The more important the mountain, the more it can show the insidiousness of Deputy Commander Ma. In such an important place, the Japanese soldiers would not go unfortified, and they must have already built fortifications. Bunkers can be faintly seen on both the mountainside and the top of the mountain. Let the scrivener box attack this fortress with a company of troops, clearly hitting the stone with an egg. It can also be said that he wants to kill the sharp knife.

While scolding Deputy Regiment Commander Ma for being damaged, the scrivener and others observed the terrain, divided the ten mountain guns into two groups and placed them in the northeast and northwest directions, and at the same time ordered Lu Shuting to lead a machine gun squad to ambush due south to prevent the devils from escaping.

The mountain cannon was placed, the muzzle was adjusted, and it was facing the position of the mountainside. Personnel are ready. The scrivener box was ready, and an order was given: fire!

Boom, boom, boom...... Heavy tongues of fire erupted. Immediately after that, there was a rumbling explosion on the mountainside, and one large tree after another was blown away, and one boulder after another was shattered. Smoke and debris of stones flew all over the sky, the earth trembled, and the whole hill seemed to collapse at any moment if it could not withstand the violent shock.

It was dusk, and the fierce fire tore at the beginning of the night, and the artillery fire seemed to be the end of the world. In the night, thick tongues of fire pierced the sky from time to time, like meteors violently hitting the earth. The withered trees could not stand the scorching heat and fierce flames, and they began to burn.

The bunkers on the mountainside are all made of stones, which seem to be extremely strong, but in the face of artillery fire, they seem to be wood carvings and clay sculptures, and they are destroyed in an instant.

The scrivener, Kong Zhaoqiang, Gong Daniu and others quietly looked up, no one spoke, and the shock in their hearts was nothing to add. This is the power of artillery, which can scorch what seems to be a strong position in an instant. The role of weapons and equipment on the battlefield is too great, and sometimes it can affect the entire situation of the battle. Lao Mei's weapon is so powerful! This is the consensus of several people from the bottom of their hearts.