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Ye Yi often set the tactics of one advance and one retreat, and then began to start arranging.

Ye Zhengjun, Huzi, and Li Jinrui returned to Yang Village with the help of three fast horses.

"Boss, the other party promised to support us with artillery fire for 24 hours." After arriving at Yang Village, Ye Zhengjun immediately rode his horse to the temporary forward base, jumped off his horse, and entered the turret to report the good news.

"Well done, go get some rest." Mr. Peng took a pen and drew in circles on the map, and replied without raising his head.

Rest, Ye Zhengjun is concerned about the front line, where can he rest at ease, and immediately applied, "Boss, let's be in good spirits, we don't need to rest, I'd better go to the front line." ”

"There are your brother's troops in front, stay in peace, and the troops will arrive later." When Mr. Peng heard this, he immediately raised his head and refused.

As soon as these words came out, Ye Zhengjun, who didn't think that the other party would reject him, was stunned and said, "Boss, why don't you let me go to the front line." ”

"You have to have a regiment in your hand, I will immediately let you go to the front line, you are now such a few dozen people, and half of them are female soldiers, what can you do if you go." Mr. Peng threw the pencil in his hand on the table and said impatiently.

Ye Zhengjun saw that the other party thought that he had few soldiers, smiled slightly, and immediately patted his chest and said, "Boss, don't underestimate my soldiers, my subordinates are all strictly trained, not to mention anything else, it is not a problem to be ten with one." ”

Ye Zhengjun not only said that he is confident, but also has this self-confidence, you must know that the pioneer company is trained according to the subjects of the 21st century special forces in the future, and the military literacy of the current soldiers is at least three steps higher.

These are not blown, these are the words of the soldiers who lost after playing with other companies during the training in Camel Bell Village.

"That's even worse, I am now short of military cadres everywhere, since your soldiers are so powerful, then a little exercise is the first choice for cadres, how can you consume them in such a place where there is no tactical flexibility." Peng Lao still refused.

"No, the boss can't do it, so what's the point, don't you just go to the front line to kill devils, as for it's so hard!" Ye Zhengjun saw that the boss did not agree to his request to go to the front line, and said with a frown.

Seeing that the other party's tone was not good, Mr. Peng was not angry, so he took out a telegram from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand, and said earnestly, "Boy, you are now a regiment-level cadre, and you have to think more about problems in the future from the overall situation." ”

Didn't you just become a battalion level, why did you become a regiment level again, Ye Zhengjun muttered in his heart and opened the telegram that was folded into squares in his hand and looked at it.

Mr. Peng took advantage of the other party's reading telegram with his hands behind his back, walked out of the turret, and almost collided with the soldiers who came in a hurry.

"What's the matter, what's so urgent?" He asked as he stretched out his hand to help the warrior stabilize his body in a hurry.

"Boss, the wounded of the front line troops are back, I'll come to the turret to see if there are any medicines and medical gauze or something." The warrior said after taking a few hard breaths to smooth his breath.

"The number of wounded is not much, is the injury serious?" Mr. Peng's eyelids jumped, and he immediately asked.

The conversation between the two naturally can't escape Ye Zhengjun, who has strengthened the guidance technique a lot with the five senses in the turret.

When he heard this, he immediately put away the telegram, jumped out of the turret, and said anxiously, "What about my brother, what's wrong with my brother!" ”

"I don't know the specific situation, I only heard from the sentinel who came back and reported in advance, so I asked to find out if there was any medicine or something." After facing the two questioning, the soldier shook his head and said that he didn't know, and then Chong Ye Zhengjun continued: "By the way, Brother Jun, Political Commissar Chen asked me to tell you after you come back that they borrowed the weapons and ammunition you captured for the time being, saying that they will return you after this battle." ”

Seeing that the other party could no longer provide information, Ye Zhengjun and Mr. Peng turned sideways to give way and asked the soldiers to go to the material storage place in the turret to find medicine.

"No, boss, I still want to go to the front." After the soldier entered the turret, Ye Zhengjun suddenly felt uneasy and immediately said.

"I'll wait until the wounded come back and ask about the situation." After listening to the soldier's report, Mr. Peng, whose left eye jumped, finally did not refuse the other party's proposal this time.

"I can't wait!"

Although Ye Zhengjun was a soldier in his previous life, he was not the commander of the theater who controlled thousands of troops, and his concentration was not as good as the former, seeing that the other party did not refuse his request to go to the front line, he immediately took the equipment and quickly ran along the road with the members of the "sharp sword" who could still move.

Mr. Peng originally wanted to stop Ye Zhengjun from coming, but after thinking about it, it would be too unkind for him to obstruct it again and again, so in the end he could only sigh heavily at the back of the other party, and said in his heart, this kid is indeed not small, but after all, he is too young and needs to be polished.

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After leaving the turret, Ye Zhengjun led the members of the "Sharp Sword" to run wildly for 10 minutes, and then met the wounded who had withdrawn from the forward position, and he immediately stepped forward and asked, "Brother, how is the situation ahead?" ”

"Brother Jun, only half of our troops are bombarded by enemy fire." The warrior's voice immediately choked up when he was asked.

"What about my brother, is my brother okay?" When Ye Zhengjun saw that the other party said that the troops had suffered heavy losses, his heart immediately pinched.

"Commander, the commander and the rest of the brothers are still fighting with the devils on the battlefield." The warrior replied with tears in his eyes.

Call~! , Ye Zhengjun heard the soldier say that Ye was always fine, his heart smoothed down, exhaled heavily, patted the other party's shoulder, and said solemnly, "Brother, you go to the back to cultivate well, Lao Tzu must take the head of the devil to pay tribute to the dead brothers." ”

The soldiers of the new second regiment respect Ye Zhengjun no less than Ye Yichang, and it can even be said that the two brothers are in their hearts, and the prestige of the younger brother is even higher, after all, after getting along for such a long time, everyone can see what level the pioneer is.

Seeing Ye Zhengjun's promise, the soldier wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "Brother Jun, I believe you will definitely be able to avenge your brothers." ”

"You guys just wait for the good news." Ye Zhengjun smiled slightly, put down the hand lying on the other party's shoulder and glanced at the "sharp sword".

Li Jinrui, Huzi and the others immediately understood that they would follow him to the front line again.

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Bang, bang, bang, da, da, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,。。。。

Just when Ye Zhengjun rushed to the pass with a "sharp sword" like a wind, Ye Zhengchang's headquarters in the forward position opened the tactical prelude of advancing and retreating.

Several battalion commanders, in accordance with the tactics arranged, concentrated the light and heavy machine guns of several battalions together and exchanged fire with the devils.

"Brothers, don't save ammunition, give Lao Tzu a hard beating, and throw grenades at me." The commander of the first battalion held a big knife in his hand that he had drunk the blood of an unknown number of devils, and his face was full of murderous anger and the sound of roaring was spread throughout the trenches.