Before the battle of Lijiapo began, Li Yunlong was grinding hard bubbles with Zhang Wanhe, the minister of logistics, at the Shuijiaozi Arsenal. Li Yunlong is of medium height, very well-proportioned, but his head is slightly bigger, and he explained in his own words: When he was a child practicing martial arts, his master always asked him to practice his head skills more ruthlessly.

Li Yunlong has been entangled with Minister Zhang for more than two hours, if not for anything else, but to get more hands made in the border area. This is a native product of the Taihang Arsenal of the Eighth Route Army. In all fairness, Li Yunlong doesn't think this kind of home-made hand ** is any good at all, it is too far behind the lemon-style hand ** of the Japanese army. The cast-iron projectiles made in the border area are of poor quality, sometimes only blown in half after exploding, and the killing effect of shrapnel is extremely bad, and this kind of thing is often delayed in battle. But then again, it is impossible to supply troops in this kind of border area, in Li Yunlong's words: It is a good plaster to be able to pull out pus, and it is better to have it than nothing.

Logistics Minister Zhang Wanhe is a native of Dabie Mountain by Li Yunlong, and he has been an old acquaintance since the Red Army, so he is used to talking casually, and it seems that he is too much to see each other without scolding each other.

Minister Zhang said: "You don't look like a soldier, it's a fucking businessman, and it's dark at home, I've already given you an extra 10 boxes of independent regiments, and it's not enough to be greedy." ”

"I heard others say that Zhang Wanhe, the minister of logistics, is actually not from Dabie Mountain, he fled from Shanxi earlier, I still don't believe it, this time I really believe it, it's his mother's pick, this is not a gold ingot, what do you want to do? , if you don't give it, Lao Tzu won't leave today, you kid still have to take care of the food. ”

"Who looks like a regimental leader on this dog day? Scoundrels, they are all as soft and hard as your regiment, so don't do it as the logistics minister. Okay, I'll give you another 10 boxes, come on, don't thank you first, I don't give it in vain, you have to exchange things for it. ”

Li Yunlong said with a smile: "We are poor, we don't even have a wife, if we really want a wife, we will exchange my wife for 50 boxes of hands with you." ”

Minister Zhang snorted sarcastically and said, "Tsk, tsk, your wife doesn't know which mother-in-law's belly she is in, and you still advance in advance on your dog day." Besides, what golden branches and jade leaves are worth 50 boxes of hands**? It's so beautiful for you, Lao Tzu doesn't want anything else, and when you fight again, you have to get a Japanese command knife for Lao Tzu. ”

Li Yunlong was relieved when he heard this, and said in a big way: "What kind of treasure should I be, it's a piece of cake, the knife is easy to handle, we can't get Okamura Ningci's knife, and it's not difficult to get the adjutant." In this way, you give me another 10 boxes, and I'll get you another Japanese......"

"Fuck you......"

How did Li Yunlong know that when he was entangled with Minister Zhang, the Japanese Yamazaki Brigade was walking towards the gateway of the Taihang base of the Eighth Route Army - a line of heaven.

Captain Yamazaki, like most Japanese men of his time, was short, loop-legged, stout, with a neck and head about the same thickness, and at first glance it looked like a large shotgun bullet. His face had the usual demeanor of a Japanese officer: coldness and fortitude. He was a samurai who was ready to sacrifice his life for His Majesty the Emperor, and he never took his life seriously. A person who doesn't even take his own life seriously will naturally not take other people's lives seriously. Therefore, in this sweep, the Yamazaki Brigade did not find the main force of the Eighth Route Army, but the people on both sides of the Zhangshui and Qin rivers were unlucky, and the Yamazaki Brigade burned all the way, as if entering a no-man's land.

That afternoon, Yamazaki led his team on a mountain road of more than 40 miles, and the people were sleepy and tired, and they were lying on the edge of the forest to rest. With his back to a large tree and his legs crossed, Captain Yamazaki is wiping his beloved ancestral artifact, a chrysanthemum saber from Emperor Meiji. The handle of this knife is inlaid with a chrysanthemum motif made of gold to symbolize the Japanese imperial family, which shines brightly in the autumn sun. Yamazaki would not have thought at this time that his life, like this knife, would soon not belong to him.

A few soldiers who were fetching water hurriedly came to report that there was a very narrow mountain crevice deep in the dense forest over there, and there were traces of a team walking on the grass.

Yamazaki was overjoyed, and immediately ordered the team to assemble and rushed in the direction pointed out by the soldier. Passing through a dense primeval forest, at the end of the ancient forest, two towering mountains appeared, and between the two mountains there was only a narrow passage that could be walked by one person. Yamazaki stood in the crack of the mountain and looked up at the sky, only to see a thin line of blue sky. "Whatever it is, let's go in and talk about it. I want to eat my Yamazaki brigade, but I'm afraid that the Chinese army doesn't have this good tooth. Yamazaki said.

The team of people lined up in a line and walked for half an hour before they walked out of the first line of sky. The eyes suddenly opened up, and there was a hole in the sky. The mountain springs are murmuring, and the wild flowers are paved with the ground. Yamazaki knows some Chinese culture, and he remembers that an ancient poet named Tao Yuanming once wrote an essay called "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring".

This place is not indicated on military maps. Yamazaki ordered a report to be sent to the brigade commander: the brigade did not encounter resistance all the way, occupied the dangerous line, and continued to search and advance.

Captain Yamazaki never dreamed that he inadvertently broke into the hinterland of the Taihang base of the Eighth Route Army.

This line of heaven is the gateway of the Eighth Route Army's Water Waist Arsenal, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. In normal times, there was a company of troops stationed here, but the company commander of this company fled with his troops when he saw the enemy rushing into the sky and did not fire a single shot.

The gate of the base area was opened, and a brigade of Japanese troops drove straight in. When the news came, a huge storm was set off in the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army.

Peng Dehuai, deputy commander-in-chief of the Eighth Route Army, was furious and yelled at Zuo Quan, deputy chief of staff: "Arrest and shoot the company commander who escaped from the battle!" Raised by a son of a bitch, she disgraced the Eighth Route Army. ”

Zuo Quan said: "I have ordered the Judge Advocate General's Office to carry out the execution, and judging by the enemy's movements, they do not know that our arsenal is here. ”

Peng Dehuai slammed his fist on the table, shaking the water glasses on the table and jumping: "Kill this son of a bitch's Yamazaki brigade for me." ”

One after another, the headquarters issued orders one after another, and all units of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army and all units of the Decisive Column gathered from all directions to form a two-way attack group on the left and right, and surrounded the Japanese Yamazaki Brigade on the Lijiapo Heights, and the curtain of battle was opened.

Li Yunlong's independent regiment was used as a reserve by Chen Geng, the commander of the 386th Brigade. He was extremely dissatisfied, scolding and grinding back and forth in the regimental command post, like a hungry old wolf with teeth bared.

Zhao Gang, the political commissar of the Independent Regiment, was kneeling on the table and looking at the map. He was not tall, a little thin, and his face was fair and bookish. Zhao Gang was not yet 25 years old that year, although he was young, he had a lot of qualifications. Before joining the regular army of the Eighth Route Army, he was already one of the leaders of the "12.9" movement, a student at Yenching University in Beiping. Such a high degree of education was rare in the Eighth Route Army at that time.

"Damn, our independent group was raised by my mother? We don't eat meat for us, but we have to give a soup to drink, every time our regiment is a reserve, isn't this a fucking bully? ”

Zhao Gang didn't even raise his head, he knew Li Yunlong too well. If he has a fire in his heart, he has to find a ballast to let it out, otherwise it will be easy to hold back the problem, he knows that Li Yunlong is provoking him and trying to quarrel with him. Zhao Gang thought to himself, how can there be such people in the world? If you are not happy in your heart, you will do everything possible to find fault with others, what is wrong? The staff officers in the command post all knew about the regiment commander's problem, and they had already slipped away under the pretext that they would not touch this moldy head.

Li Yunlong saw that Zhao Gang was silent, and his heart became more and more annoyed, he didn't look down on intellectuals. "Hmph, little white face, can you fight? That is, to engage in political work and practice lip service, this regiment has no political commissar, and Lao Tzu still leads the troops. He was annoyed, and his mouth became more and more scolding.

Zhao Gang saw that he was becoming more and more disagreeable, so he persuaded: "Lao Li, how bad it is for you to complain so much to the soldiers, the superiors must have the consideration of the superiors to let us be reserves, and good steel is used on the blade......"

Li Yunlong flipped it as soon as he heard it. "Don't sell dog skin plasters to Lao Tzu, his mother's new lump is raised by his mother? Why is it that all good things are theirs? If you want me to say, there will be a nest of bears, and the old man of our independent regiment can't get meat to eat, that is, his mother's political commissar is too bearish in front of his superiors. What are you afraid of? Why don't you dare to fight with the brigade commander? Li Yunlong's face was red, and his ears were red, and he roared with his muscles exposed.

"Lao Li, who are you scolding?" Zhao Gang couldn't help but have a seizure, and then restrained himself again, shook his head with a wry smile, he knew that Li Yunlong was a cannon temper, and anyone would dare to scold him if he was unhappy, and it would be over later. Today, he is so angry, mainly because he is worried about Yamazaki's command knife, since he boasted to Minister Zhang about Haikou, he has to talk and talk, can he sit back on the that came out? If you can't get this knife, what face will you have to say goodbye to Zhang Wanhe? Zhao Gangxin said that this person was too reasonable, so many brother troops participated in the attack, how could he think that the knife should be captured by him?

Brigade Commander Chen Geng called: "Li Yunlong, you kid must be scolding the street again, isn't it?" ”

Li Yunlong said: "Which son of a bitch beat my little report......"

"You don't wronged others, I guessed, you treat me honestly, you have you to fight, the front attack is not smooth, you have to go sooner or later. Listen, when it's your turn, you won't be able to knock it down......"

"You screwed my head off and used it as a night pot! Thank you, Brigadier, thank you, I'll kowtow to you. ”

"Hmph, you can keep it for yourself, I don't need such a big night pot." Chen Geng hung up the phone.

The Lijiapo position was filled with gunsmoke, and several Japanese planes took turns to dive and bomb, and the attacking troops of the Eighth Route Army suffered heavy casualties. Yamazaki, a graduate of the Imperial Army University, was an excellent tactician, and the field fortifications he commanded were very ingenious. At the top of the Lijiapo Heights is a flat round platform, and according to the convention, the fortification position of the garrison side should be built on the ridge part of the hillside platform, so that the dynamics of the attacking side can be seen at a glance, and it is also convenient to exert firepower from a high position. However, Yamazaki built the ring fortifications in the center of the flat round platform on the high ground, and the attacking troops could not see the defenders at the bottom of the slope, so the direct fire was ineffective, and the curved fire of mortars and the like was very rare. The attacking troops had just rushed up the steep slope, and as soon as they showed their heads, they were immediately knocked down by Japanese snipers. The battle lasted for a whole day, and the corpses of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army lay under the hillside, and the first few main regiments to participate in the attack were killed or wounded more than half and lost their ability to attack.

Li Yunlong could see clearly in the telescope. He grabbed the battalion commander of a brother unit who had just withdrawn from his position and asked: "How far is the edge of the hillside from that ring fortification?" ”

The battalion commander who hung up the lottery immediately understood what it meant: "There are more than 80 meters, and my hands can't reach it." ”

Li Yunlong frowned and said: "Hard rushing is not a way, this is a loss-making business." ”

As soon as the battle of Lijiapo began, the entire North China region became lively. Seishiro Itagaki Chief of Staff of the Japanese Army, Senior General Toshizo Nishio, Commander of the Japanese Dispatch Force in China, Yoshio Shinozuka, Commander of the First Army of the Japanese Army in Shanxi, and Jun Tada, Commander of the Japanese North China Dispatch Force, were all looking at the map at their headquarters everywhere. The operational staff officers of the headquarters at all levels were nervously carrying out the work on the map, which was surrounded by huge arrows of different colors around Lijiapo. The 36th Division of the Japanese Army stationed in Lu'an, the 16th Brigade stationed in Fenyang, the 9th Brigade stationed in Taiyuan, and the 4th Brigade stationed in Yangquan all marched day and night to attack the Lijiapo area.

At the same time, the reinforcements of the Eighth Route Army in the entire North China region had also been engaged with the Japanese reinforcements. The order of the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army was dead: at all costs, to block the enemy's reinforcements. As a result, around the little-known hill of Lijiapo, the troops of the Eighth Route Army and the Japanese army in the entire North China region have put on a decisive battle posture, and the eyes of the supreme commanders of the warring sides are still fixed on this obscure hill in Shanxi. The battle of Lijiapo is destined to go down in history.

Chen Geng, commander of the 386th Brigade, saw in his telescope that his attack troops were rushing towards the main position like a tide, and then retreated like a low tide in an instant, and the hillside was covered with corpses in gray military uniforms. Chen Geng gritted his teeth, grabbed the phone and gave an order: "Concentrate all the artillery fire to bombard the top of the mountain, and all the shells must be exhausted, but what about it, all the reserves will be dispatched, and I will step on Li Jiapo for me!" ”

Li Yunlong said on the phone: "Brigade commander, I have a request. ”

Chen Geng said angrily: "Where do you have so many things? Say it! ”

"The divisional artillery battalion is under my command for the time being, and that's what I require. I don't need to hold my head to see you if I can't take Li Jiapo, because I must have been lying on the hillside by then. I can only assure you that no one of the more than 1,000 people in our independent regiment will ever leave the battle alive! ”

Chen Geng's eyes were moist, and the hand holding the microphone trembled a little: "Agree to your request, the artillery battalion is under your command." Brother comrade, I want you to take down Li Jiapo, and I want you to come back alive, this is an order, you must carry it out! ”

At the command post of the independent regiment, Li Yunlong said to Guan Dashan, the commander of the first battalion: "If you calculate, there are more than 80 meters from the edge of the slope of the hillside to the circular fortification, that is to say, our impact distance is so long, and our whole regiment will become a live target for little devils on this open land." Besides, from the perspective of the terrain, it is impossible for the whole regiment of more than 1,000 people to be deployed, and it will be troublesome to do so. ”

The first battalion commander, Guan Dashan's eyes lit up, and he said, "Regiment commander, do you mean to use the way of earthwork to dig forward?" ”

Li Yunlong punched Guan Dashan and said with a smile: "Your brain is very fast, there are 360 people in your battalion, I will transfer all the hands of the whole regiment to you, and each person will bring 10 hands**, how much should it be?" Well, 3600, all the troops moved down the slope, no one was allowed to show their heads, his grandmother's, the little devil's marksmanship was not bad, and Lao Tzu didn't touch this moldy head. Advance parallel to the earthwork method, as long as you dig 50 meters, the remaining 30 meters, even a girl can throw your hand ** into the ring fortification, I have a signal flare in the sky, you all throw your hands together, and each person will throw 10 hands ** within two minutes. Hehe, 3600 hands** is enough for that kid Yamazaki to drink a pot. ”

Guan Dashan was happy: "Commander, this trick is amazing, we pulled the string and waited for two or three seconds before throwing it, and all of them exploded in the air, so that he couldn't find a safe corner for the dog, and there was nowhere to hide." ”

Li Yunlong said to Shen Quan, the commander of the second battalion: "All the 20 light machine guns of the whole regiment are used by your second battalion, and all the machine gunners are incorporated into the first commando, and the machine guns are hung on the chest. ”

Li Yunlong looked around at all the personnel and gave a death order: "The whole regiment will be from below me, not one will be left, and all the bayonets will be put on me, and prepare for white-knuckle battle." Remember, no one is allowed to shoot when I see that kid from Yamazaki, keep it for me, Lao Tzu will chop him alive. ”

Lao Wang, the cook of the regiment headquarters, stopped Li Yunlong and said, "Regiment leader, your ghost-headed knife borrowed from me, okay?" I don't have a handy guy yet. ”

Li Yunlong's eyes glared: "If you want to be beautiful, the knife is for you to use, what does Lao Tzu do?" Go and go, kitchen knives, rice spoons, if you really can't do it, just copy the flat shoulder, and find a way to go by yourself. ”

The whole regiment was engaged in pre-battle preparations, everything was carried out in an orderly manner, except for the two grooms of the groom class who quarreled. The two of them were scrambling for a guillotine, and they were clamoring to find the head of the regiment to comment, but they were scolded by Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong was carrying a fast-sharpening ghost head knife, and a barge gun with the nose open was inserted in the belt, and he said to the political commissar Zhao Gang while inspecting the **: "I will lead the commando team first, you are in charge of the palace, and we will make up for it after we have finished it." ”

Zhao Gang was pressing the bullet into the **, and when he heard Li Yunlong say this, he didn't like to hear it, he said sharply: "You dare? You call this desertion, you should be in the command position, not the commando, I will call the brigade commander immediately, or I will not be surnamed Zhao if you are not disqualified from participating in the war. ”

"Don't ...... No, that's not interesting. Li Yunlong suddenly softened.

Yamazaki in the Lijiapo ring fortification felt that something was wrong, why was there silence all around? The silence was so quiet that the hearts of the Japanese soldiers were chills, and the soldiers liked silence the most, because the silence on the battlefield often contained greater danger and heralded more fierce battles.

Yamazaki intuitively realized that an even more intense attack was brewing for the Eighth Route Army. After a day of fierce fighting, more than half of the casualties of Yamazaki's brigade had been killed. He didn't care much about casualties, he knew that reinforcements from all walks of life were closing in on him, with favorable terrain, sufficient ammunition, and close air support, it would be no problem to hold on for another two days, and he hoped to rely on the strength of his own brigade to firmly attract the main force of the Eighth Route Army, and wait for the reinforcements' counter-encirclement to close, and then blossom in the middle. He longed to make a career in the Battle of Lijiapo and become famous in one battle.

Yamazaki found that a neck horn made of white iron was sticking out from the bottom of the hillside, and a Japanese voice came from there: "Captain Yamazaki of the Japanese Army, listen, Li Yunlong, the head of the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, learned that Your Excellency was born in a samurai family and is proficient in swordsmanship." Head Li believes that the sword of your country is just the skin of Chinese swordsmanship, and the title of master and apprentice has been determined as early as the Tang Dynasty. If you cherish the honor of the samurai, stop shooting and walk out of the fortifications, Commander Li is willing to engage in a formal duel with your sword, and Commander Li guarantees with the honor of a soldier that if you are defeated by your sword, the independent regiment of the Eighth Route Army will immediately stop the attack and make way for your army. ”

"Horn!" "Horn!" The Japanese snipers opened fire, and the tin horn was immediately hit with several holes. The Japanese translator of the enemy engineering department of the 129th Division was shaken to the point of numbness.

Yamazaki replied: "Your Excellency Commander Li of the Eighth Route Army, I am very sorry that I deeply admire the bravery of your army in battle, and I am deeply honored by your challenge. If you can lead your troops into the ring fortifications, you will be willing to fight you in hand-to-hand combat. ”

In the command post of the independent regiment, Zhao Gang felt amused: "What a mess, they all think that they are knights in the Middle Ages, and they have to duel at every turn." ”

Li Yunlong said disdainfully: "Yamazaki, this kid is really boring, he is not a man." ”

The earthwork of the first battalion progressed rapidly, and the Japanese army soon discovered the intentions of the Eighth Route Army, and mortars and grenadiers came one after another. Dozens of soldiers from the first battalion were bloody, and flesh flew in the explosion......

The mortar battalion of the 129th Division opened fire under the command of Li Yunlong, and dozens of shells fell from the sky like black crows and fell into the Japanese fortifications, with glittering fire and gunpowder smoke. The Japanese artillery did not care about the first battalion of earth work for a while, and hurriedly carried out a suppressive bombardment of the artillery of the Eighth Route Army, and the first battalion advanced faster.

Yamazaki called for air support with a radio station, and several Zero fighters roared in. Li Yunlong used heavy machine gun fire to form a dense fire net, forcing the Japanese planes not to dare to enter the dive position......

Yamazaki found that his cold sweat was running down his head, and he watched as the open field in front of him was being eaten away little by little, only 30 meters away from his fortifications, and the Japanese mortars and grenadiers were fired almost vertically, the distance was too close, and the disemboweled shells were very likely to fall on his head.

"Horn!" As a red flare flew into the air, Yamazaki understood that the final attack of the Eighth Route Army was about to begin, and the crosshairs of the Japanese soldiers' various weapons were silently aimed ahead. No one showed their heads. Yamazaki was suspicious in his heart, and suddenly, in the trench 30 meters away, dense hands roared up, and the sky seemed to fly over a flock of sparrows. Suddenly, the hand ** exploded in the air above the Japanese fortifications, the short continuous explosion sound was deafening, the flying shrapnel roared down with the breath of death, the panicked Japanese soldiers could not find a safe corner, many soldiers were directly hit by several hands at the same time, and were blown to a different place. More than 3,000 hands** may be nothing in a battle, but in two minutes, in such a small area, the lethality produced by more than 3,000 hands** is undoubtedly terrifying.

At this time, Zhao Gang, who led the second echelon, had already entered the charging position. Holding the shell gun in his hand, he witnessed Li Yunlong's unique tactics of carrying out firepower strikes, and his heart could not help but be shocked by the great power created by the war. He remembered Napoleon's classic words about war: the principle of conducting war is the same as the principle of siege, fire must be concentrated at one point, and a gap must be opened, and once the enemy's stability is broken, the task is to completely defeat it. Zhao Gang thought that this commander Li Yunlong, who did not know why Napoleon was Xu Ren, was a natural tactician, and it seemed that in the field of war, theory was pale, and rich war practice was important.

At this time, Li Yunlong, who led the first echelon, didn't think about it so much, he was just muttering: "Don't be blown up this dog day in Yamazaki, Lao Tzu still has to duel with him." ”

There is no charge horn, there is no shout of charge, with the last group of hands ** out of hand, the commando team lying down the slope jumped up, 20 light machine guns fired at the same time in the sprint, forming a dense fire network, the Japanese fortifications were beaten under the dense rain of bullets, and the remaining Japanese soldiers after the explosion returned to their strong nature, they shouted and fired back, and their faces were fearless.

The commandos of the Eighth Route Army kept falling, and the alternate shooters in the back quickly made up for it. The two sides were red-eyed, and some Japanese soldiers were so angry that they jumped out of the fortifications with bayonets and countercharged in the face of the rain of bullets, but they were instantly beaten into a honeycomb shape. In just 30 meters of impact distance, all the machine gunners of Li Yunlong's First Commando Team were killed, and none of them survived, and the battle was extremely tragic. The assault team rushed into the ring fortifications, the trumpet of the charge sounded, and more than 1,000 people of the independent regiment, under the leadership of Li Yunlong, who was wielding a ghost head knife, made an overwhelming killing sound, and more than 1,000 bayonets shone dazzlingly in the sun. The troops poured into the position like a tidal wave, and the last group to rush to the high ground were men and horsemen with kitchen knives and guillotines.

The independent regiment resolutely carried out Li Yunlong's order, leaving no one behind, and all of them participated in the attack.

The Yamazaki brigade was completely annihilated, and Yamazaki himself was beaten into a sieve by machine guns and was already unrecognizable.

The soldiers of the independent regiment stood on the top of the mountain and cheered, but Li Yunlong was holding Yamazaki's command knife and scolding: "Which son of a bitch beat Yamazaki to death?" Stand up for Lao Tzu...... "He felt infinite regret that he couldn't duel with a sword with Yamazaki.

Chen Geng saw Li Yunlong jumping on the top of the mountain and scolding the street in the binoculars, he was also happy, turned his head to the deputy brigade commander and said: "This kid, he is really a bit of a ghost in the war, if he lets the independent regiment go early, maybe the casualties will be much smaller." ”

The deputy brigade commander snorted and said a crepe word: "Success is also Xiao He, defeat is also Xiao He." This kid is a good hand at fighting, and he is also a good hand at causing trouble. ”

At the battle summary meeting, Zhao Gang asked Li Yunlong: "Old Li, what if that kid from Yamazaki defeats you in a duel?" Are you really ready to make way for the devils by making good on your promise? ”

Li Yunlong shouted with disdain: "Just that kid? No way! ”

Zhao Gang stubbornly asked: "What I'm asking is what if I am defeated?" ”

Li Yunlong said tactfully: "If I am going to be defeated, my head will definitely move, I can personally make way for him, but can you let him?" It's your business that you don't give way, you can't say that my words don't count, right? ”

Zhao Gang smiled: "What a fucking peasant-style cunning." ”