"Old Fifth Son, what time is it?" Yang Bangzi raised his head and asked the old fifth son who was probing his brain in the big crack.

Lao Wuzi monitored the devil, and saw that except for the mobile post just changed, the devil did not have any abnormal behavior, and came down to report the situation to Yang Bangzi. When he heard the question, he took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and whispered, "It's past 5 minutes at 3 o'clock!" ”

Yang Bangzi heard that it was more than 3 o'clock, and he was a little anxious, and the sky would be bright in another hour, if he couldn't finish the gunpowder as soon as possible, and when the devil got up and found the cave, the night's efforts would be in vain.

Seeing the shovel monkey swinging around on the dome, struggling to chisel the stone wall with the shovel, a stick of incense passed, only to chisel two holes, this is to chisel more than a dozen cannon holes according to jihua, and the sky is bright and can't be finished!

You can't blame the shovel monkey, hanging in the air to dig a hole, it's not good to use force, I'm afraid that the devil above will hear the movement, and I don't dare to make a big effort to knock on the stone face, this speed can't be raised, he is also anxious, but it's useless to be anxious, and he doesn't work!

As soon as the young men heard that they were going to make a dirt plane for the devil, they didn't sleep anymore, and happily started working together, and moved all the gunpowder in straw bags.

Seeing the big guy piling up the straw bags on the platform under the slope, Yang Bangzi frowned, looked up at the shovel monkey, and then looked at the soldiers standing there watching the excitement, his eyes rolled a few times, there is!

"Monkey! Do you have any other things in your hands? Yang Bangzi walked to the bottom of the cave wall and shouted shovel monkeys, his hands twisted together, his palms were sweaty.

When the shovel monkey heard the shouting of him, he stopped what he was doing and replied in a low voice, "This shovel in his hand is only this one, and there is no second one, which was specially made by his master and passed on to him."

"Pickaxe, drill or something?" Yang Bangzi was a little disappointed when he heard that there was only one flat shovel that looked quite handy, but he immediately asked again.

"Hey! Don't say it sooner, those guys have! It's where the gunpowder was fired, behind the tank! The shovel monkey replied with a smile, and said in his heart, what am I doing, can these ordinary guys still be prepared with pickaxes and iron drills!

"Great! Attaboy! When I see the commander, if Lao Tzu doesn't give you a great job, I won't be surnamed Yang! Yang Bangzi almost jumped up with joy, ran to the big one, and asked him to go and get all those tools according to what the shovel monkey said!

I didn't have a bag of cigarettes, the big ones and a few strong young men carried them together, and they came back with more than a dozen pickaxes, shovels, iron brazing strips, etc., all oiled and wrapped in oilcloth, and the new ones were not used at first glance.

The shovel monkey shouted in a low voice overhead, saying that these guys were all at the bottom of the box, and the guys who ate were all good things, and they used good iron, and the pickaxe or something was still sandwiched with steel!

Yang didn't raise his head, waved his hand, and let the shovel monkey do his own. He also beckoned the soldiers who were standing on the stone ridge to watch the bustle to come down and line up by the waterhole.

The more than 30 fighters who came, plus the big ones and the small Liangzi, were divided into four groups, and they used the method of stacking Arhats to stand from bottom to top according to 4, 3, 2, and 1, and the people carried the people to hit the cannon hole!

This method is good, they are all from the Zhuang family, they have no culture and no combat experience, but they can carry individuals, and the work of digging stones is handy. The four teams worked together, pickaxes flying, iron tongs poking and stabbing, and stones crackling and falling around.

The big guy was in full swing, and the old five men leaned out from the crack, waved vigorously at Yang Stick, and put his fingers to his mouth, signaling everyone to stop what they were doing.

Yang Bangzi suddenly understood, the movement of the planing stones was a little bigger, and the devils on it might have noticed it a little. Hurriedly asked everyone to stop digging stones, then climbed up the stone wall, also entered the crack, climbed up, and lay on the edge of the pit nervously watching the devil's position.

There was some commotion in the devil's main position, and from time to time there were devils poking their heads out and touching around, and the devils in the foxhole also straightened up and looked around with guns. The three mobile sentinels gathered on the top of the slope, as if they were talking to someone inside, and only some unclear words could be heard from a distance.

I really heard Yang Bangzi clearly and didn't know what people were saying, he could understand a "Bage Yalu" at most, but Yang Bangzi had a special intuition, he judged that the devil must have heard the movement, but he didn't know where the exact source of the sound was.

Yang Stick quietly dragged some wild grass and dead branches on the edge of the pit, returned to the cave, and asked the old fifth son to go up to monitor the devil, and wait for the devil to stop and speak. Beckon the warriors to come down and rest.

After waiting for half a pillar of incense, the fifth son poked his head out and signaled the devils above to sleep again. Yang Stick instructed the soldiers to use tools in their hands, don't smash the stones, and pass down the large stones with their hands, and don't throw them directly on the ground as just now.

It's slower, but it's not that much. The big guy was bored and dug holes, one was tired and replaced with another, the limestone rock wall was already seriously weathered, and the stone slabs were chiseled off one by one without too much effort on their hands.

In about half an hour, more than a dozen blast holes were chiseled, with a depth of more than one meter and a horizontal plane of more than half a meter. A straw bag of gunpowder was transported and placed in the cave, which was quite spacious.

There are a total of 15 cannon holes, and a straw bag of gunpowder is placed in each blast hole, and the shovel monkey said that there are at least 5 or 600 hundred catties of gunpowder in the two large cylinders, and he has saved it for more than two years!

Yang Bangzi was afraid that the black powder was not powerful enough, so he asked Xiao Liangzi to go back to find the grenade, and also pointed out that he did not want the round horsetail grenade made in the border area, which was filled with black powder, and the power was not great, and he wanted that kind of wooden-handled grenade, which was yellow gunpowder and powerful.

Use a grenade as a detonator to detonate bags of black powder, and use the shock wave and fragments of the grenade explosion to maximize the impact on the stone wall. There are also two old quilts that have been dismantled, and the old cotton has been taken out, and the straw bags in each cannon hole have been covered with some covers.

Less than 20 grenades were brought, and the entire detachment had all the belongings, Yang Stick smiled and said enough, he didn't let the shovel monkey let go of the grenades, after all, it was a layman who tinkered with this thing, and it was a layman who robbed the tomb.

Yang Stick carefully stuffed the grenade into the straw bag with the big head facing inward, tied the mouth tightly, hung the string with the silk rope given by the shovel monkey, and then sealed the hole in the cannon hole with gravel blocks. Put all the cables together and hang them on the stone pillars next to the slope for Xiao Liangzi to watch.

Yang Bangzi asked the first platoon leader and the second platoon leader to lead the soldiers back, leaving the big one and a few others to guard the cave. He climbed to the crack in the stone again, called down the old man, and asked what was going on. The fifth son said that the little devils did not move, and saw a devil officer wearing a cloak just came out of the position, sitting on the slope and smoking.

Sitting on the top of the slope facing south, yes, it is Shimizu Daisa, who is wrapped in a cloak and smoking a cigarette and depressed. Thinking about the experience of the past few days, there are many things that he can't understand that have been tormenting him. At this time, in this terrible situation, the dream was interrupted by a strange sound, so I simply lit a cigarette and sorted out the chaotic thoughts.

Kiyomi Shimizu, who had just been promoted to Osaku in March this year, had outstanding performance and combat exploits in the encirclement and suppression of the Anti-Japanese Federation because of the specially trained mountain pursuit team, and when she was promoted to the military rank, she also received a two-month vacation.

Wandering with his new wife among the cherry blossoms of Kyoto's Kodaiji Temple, Shimizu Daisa looks full of ambition. Among the silver petals flying in the sky, Qing Shui thought to himself that if a green bar on the cuff and three yellow stars on the neckline could be replaced by three green bars and one yellow star, it would be a perfect explanation for the illustrious family.

Shimizu knew that as a member of the General Staff Headquarters, Dazuo's military rank had almost reached the highest position. Compared with his classmates at the Army University, the experience of fighting hard in the ice and snow of Manchuria was better than staying in a comfortable war room and talking on paper, and he could gain more capital to become a general.

This is also the reason why Shimizu can stand out among the many staff officers of Shaozuo and Zhongzuo, and it is not so easy to make up his mind after giving up his leisurely office work.

However, when Shimizu Daisa received a telegram from the North China Dispatch Army, he did not hesitate at all, immediately bid farewell to his wife, took a transport plane from Hainan Airlines, and rushed from Osaka to Beiping in only one day and one night.

In the face of the preference of General Okamura Ninji, Shimizu is still relatively calm, you must know that in the Japanese Army, it is commonplace to talk about seniority, an adjutant who has been promoted from a staff officer is equivalent to a newcomer who has no foundation in the army system, even if he is only one step away from the general, he is not as confident as a lieutenant with troops.

Therefore, Shimizu still insisted on participating in the training of mountain troops, so that he could establish some prestige among soldiers in the process of selecting and training soldiers. Facts have proved that Shimizu's choice was right, and he still has some popularity among the middle and lower-ranking officers and soldiers of the specially configured Suzuki detachment.

It's just that Major General Suzuki, a rigid traditional army antique, doesn't value Shimizu so much, and it's just because of Okamura Ningji's face that he reluctantly accepts this young Zhuang faction's Dazuo, but he has never really accepted this subordinate.

This also made Qing Shui unable to follow his own understanding of mountain warfare, to let go of his hands and feet to fight against the eight roads, and finally took advantage of the victory of the night attack, he could lead a squadron to pursue the remnants of the enemy alone, but he was mired in the quagmire, which was very frustrating.

What made Shimizu particularly angry was that the entire detachment had been blocked by the enemy in a small space for a day, and the offensive method of increasing troops one by one was repeatedly frustrated in front of the difficult terrain, and Suzuki, the general of the empire, turned out to be like a cowardly woman, and did nothing but stick to the spot and complain to the headquarters.

According to Qing Shui's own ideas, as soon as the spearhead was attacked at night, he should immediately deploy his troops, send troops to force his way across the river, and attack the bridges and villages behind the enemy in a roundabout way on the left side. Another squadron was sent to go around the cliff from the right side and remove the commanding heights from behind the enemy flank.

This ensures that the brigade will defeat the enemy in front of it in the shortest possible time and reach the predetermined position. It's a pity that Suzuki didn't listen to his advice at all, and blindly retreated, if it weren't for his Shimizu directly contacting the headquarters, obtaining the authorization of General Gangmura, and personally deploying the attack plan, the brigade is still trapped on the bank of the river.

When you return to the headquarters, you must take a good look at Suzuki, the Imperial Army's difficult advance and retreat in North China is caused by this kind of timid commander.

After smoking a few cigarettes in a row, Qing Shui stood up and moved his body, wanting to go back to the slope to rest for a while, when suddenly, in the western sky, the hazy night was stirred by a little flash, and there was a faint sound like thunder. He stopped, held up his binoculars, and looked nervously to the west.

The movement in the west, Yang Stick, who was lying on his stomach in the pit, also saw and heard it, and judged that he didn't know which part of his own people and devils did it.

He saw this officer-like devil watching with a telescope, and his palms were itching, and he just wanted to pull out the fast and slow machine to give this little devil a point shot.

Yang Stick still suppressed the hand that went to pull out the gun, thinking to himself, don't startle the snake first, it is the county brigade that this group of devils sneaked attack, more than 100 good young men died like that, and it was too late to bury them, today Lao Tzu will use the devils on this post to commemorate the dead comrades.

muttered in a low voice: "You little devil won a battle, Lao Tzu will give you a dirt plane today!" One-to-one! If you don't die, your kid's life is big! Let's move on! ”