After Mr. Peng sent the telegram, he quickly entered the battle command, and the turret occupied by Ye Zhengjun naturally became the advance base for this operation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Stunned, you immediately pull the troops here to build a defensive position." On the first floor of the turret, Mr. Peng pointed to a place 30 kilometers north of Yang Village on the map spread out on the square table, and said.

"Boss, isn't this location a few kilometers away from the devil's railway transportation line, or are we going to put the defensive position another 7 kilometers forward?" Ye Yi often thought about the purpose of this battle and suggested.

"Silly boy, the premise of the position can indeed pose a direct threat to the railway line, but your troops have just been reorganized, and there are not enough soldiers, and such a large defensive area is easy for the enemy to divide and swallow, so the main task of your regiment is to hold the pass at a distance of 30 kilometers and give the troops behind it time to reach the front line." Mr. Peng patted the other party's shoulder and said.

"Understood, boss, I'll do it immediately." Ye Yichang nodded after listening, and immediately walked out of the turret to gather troops.

"Boss, what am I doing?" Ye Zhengjun asked immediately after his brother left.

"Your troops are almost exhausted in the battle of Yang Village, let's rest first, and then talk about it when the troops arrive." Mr. Peng said to Ye Zhengjun, who had stitches on his left cheek.

Rest and recuperate, frankly speaking, Ye Zhengjun also understands that after the first battle of Yangcun, the nerves of the soldiers under the repeated stimulation of great sorrow and joy have reached the zero point, and rest and recuperation at this time is undoubtedly the most correct and best choice.

But it is absolutely impossible for the devil to give up this key transportation line, although the clear code telegram sent by himself can be confused for a while, but as long as the opposite side finds out the real situation, it can be predicted that the counterattack will be very fierce in the future.

In view of this situation, his heart was crossed, and he said, "Boss, I and my troops can still fight, so you can give the order." ”

Seeing Ye Zhengjun's firm face, Mr. Peng knew that even if he continued to insist on the order of rest, the other party would definitely think of the law to go to the front line, and it would be a pity if this team with strong combat effectiveness was consumed in the defensive battle.

No, I have to find something to do for this kid so that he can dispel the idea of going to the front line, Mr. Peng thought about it after some thought.

"Boss, don't hesitate, give the order." Ye Zhengjun saw that the other party was hesitant, and immediately said urgently.

"In this way, you take a few people and go to the 358th Regiment of the Jin Sui Army in the west to persuade them to contain the troops in the direction of Yuncheng under artillery fire when the devils counterattack." Mr. Peng thought about it and said.

What, go to the Jin Suijun to ask for artillery support, Ye Zhengjun didn't expect the boss to give such a Rausch task, and he was stunned at the moment.

However, he quickly reflected that indeed, in the current situation, even if the troops of the Eighth Route Army moved forward lightly, it would take two days for the newly formed 1st Regiment of Jiang Huaibei, which was closest to Yang Village, to reach the front line at the earliest.

During this time, his brother's reinforced battalion of 1,000 men and horses had to face the onslaught of the enemies of Taiyuan, Yuexian, and Yuncheng, even if he had a geographical advantage, the pressure was still not small.

If the Jin Sui army, as a friendly army, can use artillery fire to contain the enemy on one side, then the pressure on the elder brother can be reduced.

This is such a reason, but can this Jin Suijun listen to himself, Ye Zhengjun remembered that the Jin Suijun had never cooperated with the Eighth Route Army in history, and couldn't help but touch his head and ask, "Boss, can this be done?" ”

"Hey, whether it can be done or not depends on whether your mouth can be clever and clear." Mr. Peng said with a smile.

"No, boss, wouldn't it be better for you to take a telegram to the 358 regiment in person than for me to come to the door to ask for results." Ye Zhengjun looked at Mr. Peng who was smiling, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind and said.

"Hey, I've done everything, what else do I want you to do?" Mr. Peng said.

"What do you mean?" Ye Zhengjun was confused by the second monk and asked.

"What do you mean, you can figure it out for yourself, and now carry out the task first." Mr. Peng waved his hand to signal that Ye Zhengjun could leave.

In this way, Ye Zhengjun saluted the boss with a confused face, left the turret, and called Li Jinrui and Huzi to embark on the road to find the Jin Suijun for artillery support.

After the two brothers left, Mr. Peng also walked to the second floor of the turret with a map, and drafted a detailed telegram to Yan'an with the battle plan and strategic purpose.

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On the other side, after receiving the telegram from the headquarters, the commanders of the base areas of the Eighth Route Army immediately mobilized their troops in accordance with the instructions and quickly mobilized their troops.

The Chief of Staff Zuo himself and Brigade Commander Chen, who received the telegram from Chief of Staff Zuo, ordered the troops to rush to Yangcun as soon as possible, and even gave a death order to Jiang Huaibei's new regiment that they must rush to Yangcun within 24 hours or else the military law would be carried out.

The Eighth Route Army, the "Battle of 100 Regiments", which started in advance due to Ye Zhengjun's intelligence, entered the stage of intensive preparations for the battle.

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Just when the Eighth Route Army was in full swing to prepare for the war, it was in an exquisitely furnished room in Taiyuan City, Shanxi.

The commander of the First Army of the Japanese Army, Yoshio Shinozuka, was furious after listening to the information about Yang Village sent back by his staff, gritted his teeth and said to the officer standing in front of him, "It's this Ye Zhengjun again, this is the second time that our army has been insulted by a clear code telegram, how many times will the majesty of the imperial army be trampled on, don't you know the anger of General Sugiyama Moto!" ”

"Yes, General, my subordinates will speed up their deployment and strive to kill this scumbag as soon as possible to avenge the humiliation of our army." The scolded officer lowered his head and said.

"Well, have the bodies of our soldiers been brought back for burial?" Yoshio Shinozuka knew that it was useless to rush revenge, so he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and said.

"No, General, this time the Chinese army does not seem to have any intention of retreating, they have set up a defensive position at the 30-kilometer pass of Yang Village, and our personnel cannot get close." The officer said.

"Baga, how can the remains of our soldiers be contaminated by the cheap species of China, and Yangcun is an important link on our army's transportation line to Xuzhou, how can they be allowed to occupy it, I immediately notify Major General Obaofu of the 128th Infantry Brigade, Yamada Tsuneta Nakasa of the 66th Infantry Wing, and Yazaki Setsusan Nakasa of the 115th Infantry Wing to form an attack corps, and be sure to regain control of Yangcun within 24 hours to protect the safety of our army's military columns crossing the border the day after tomorrow." Yoshio Shinozuka immediately ordered.

"Yes, General, I'll do it at once." The officer nodded at the order, turned around and walked out of the house.

"Ye Zhengjun, Ye Zhengjun, this scumbag who insulted the imperial army twice, I will definitely break you into pieces." After the officer left, Yoshio Shinozuka repeatedly chanted Ye Zhengjun's name in his mouth, and smashed his fist on the delicate table.

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Ah~! Just as Yoshio Shinozuka was cursing, Ye Zhengjun, who was on the way to seek artillery support, sneezed violently, rubbed his nose, and muttered to himself, "Who the hell is scolding me." ”

Finally, I would like to explain to the book friends that Yoshio Shinozuka was the commander of the First Army on September 7, 1939, and was stationed in North China, but his predecessor could not find out the information, so he was arranged in advance.