After Li Yunlong was in a coma for two days and two nights, he also woke up.

Of course, this time it is not the turn of the monk to break discipline.

Under Yuan Pengfei's current ocean offensive, Lao Langzhong obediently walked dozens of miles of mountain roads, and only left after Li Yunlong was optimistic.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to advertise, wanting to take over a long-term business from Yuan Pengfei.

This has to make people sigh at the charm of money.

However, such a business is difficult to find, and those few oceans are Yuan Pengfei's last property. If you want to do it again, you have to find a way from the enemy.

"Battalion commander, battalion commander!"

"Xiao Zhu, what's the hurry, the enemy is coming again?"

Zhu Yidao smiled embarrassedly, "Battalion Commander, it's Battalion Commander Zhang who is back, don't you tell me to report you as soon as I find out!" ”

"Well done, he still owes Lao Tzu a drink, but he must not let him rely on it." Yuan Pengfei gave him an approving look, and went to the courtyard where Li Yunlong and they lived.

Zhang Dabiao was reporting the battle situation with Political Commissar Zhao at the moment, calculating the casualties of the first battalion.

These days, most of the companies and platoons have been rebuilt, and if they don't come back, there is a chance that they won't come back.

The situation of the second battalion was quite good, with more than half of the four companies suffering casualties, three-fifths of the cadres suffering casualties, and the first company deputy and the second company commander were also among them.

The rest of the battalion and company cadres have basically returned, and the overall shelf is still there. Three months to replenish a group of recruits, three months to capture from the devils, it won't be long before the second battalion is still the main force.

The situation of the third battalion was worse, with two-thirds of the cadres killed or wounded, and more than half of the soldiers also suffered casualties. The three battalion commanders did not return, and the two company commanders were killed and regrouped, almost the same as the one company before the war.

"Lao Zhang."

"Old Yuan."

The two of them, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, didn't even care about the political commissar standing aside, and they went up to be a bear hug.

"Commissar, is the matter of the first battalion finished?"

"Go, go, if you want to drink, stay away from the regiment headquarters, don't dangle in front of my eyes." Zhao Gang said impatiently.

Yuan Pengfei accompanied the smiling face, and pulled Zhang Dabiao to flash with a smoke.

He knew that the commissar was still complaining about him. On the day Li Yunlong woke up, he remembered the wine he was holding and was clamoring to drink it.

On the one hand, the illness was too large, and on the other hand, the casualties of the independent regiment were too large, and the mood of the people was a little depressed. Zhao Gang can't stop it, he can't stop it, he is in a dilemma, but it gives him a headache.

Yuan Pengfei, the culprit, has become the best target to divert hatred. Fortunately, Zhao Gang is not the kind of unreasonable person, he will be fine if he hides and walks, otherwise he would have been sprayed with dog blood in the past few days and returned to the station.

Put on the shochu, and the two of them can be regarded as tearing apart the conversation. Talked about the various battles that took place during this time.

When breaking through, Zhang Dabiao took a battalion and walked with the regimental headquarters. Later, the breakthrough broke through and scattered, the first and third companies followed the regimental headquarters, and he ran out of the devil's blockade with the second company respectively.

Later, he also encountered some enemies, but there was not such a dense blockade, Zhang Dabiao just didn't clean them up, and it was enough to retreat safely.

Of course, this is also a blessing for the cavalry company and the regimental headquarters.

The cavalry company attracted the cavalry wing of the devil, and most of the infantry ran after Li Yunlong and their bright main force, and the attention on him was not so much.

Zhang Dabiao was lucky and picked up a big leak.

As he spoke, it was Yuan Pengfei's turn to brag again.

Nothing else is worth mentioning, but Xiao Wangzhuang killed the devil's two armored vehicles, and Hutou Mountain blocked the enemy, with an average of 1:20 casualties, which is enough to take out a big book.

Zhang Dabiao listened with relish, and was not impatient at all.

These two battles also inspired him a lot, the devil's armored vehicles are used in the open area of the plains, and it is very difficult to take out one. But in the alleys of the villages, where there are many terrains of this kind of bunker, it is relatively easy to destroy.

Another battle at Hutou Mountain is even more revealing. In such a narrow terrain, the enemy's numerical superiority cannot be brought into play, and can only be used as a tactic to add fuel.

Moreover, there are many rocky bunkers on the hills, and the enemy's shells are of little use when they hit them, which is also a huge limitation

The Eighth Route Army only needs to have enough grenades to condescendingly and wantonly throw them, and as many attacking enemies as there are, they will have to die as many as they want.

This classic method of warfare is also a kind of reference.

In fact, Yuan Pengfei still sighed a little in his heart, there are five heroes in Langya Mountain, and there are also seven heroes in Hutou Mountain!

However, Zhou Wen, a participant in this battle, didn't feel anything, and persuaded him: As long as people live, a false name is nothing. And some of the fighters have already died, and it is also appropriate to give them some praise.

"Lao Zhang, how many casualties did your battalion have?"

Yuan Pengfei asked curiously.

He also had a little comparison in his heart, wanting to see if the first battalion was powerful or the second battalion was powerful.

Zhang Dabiao put down the wine bowl in his hand, paused and said: "Almost half a battalion, nearly 600 people before the war, and now it is in the early 300s." ”

Well, your uncle is still your uncle!

It hasn't changed.

Zhang Dabiao drank the wine in the bowl, "Old Yuan, I found that your kid may be lucky." Injured three times a year, you were fine with such a serious injury last time, and this time your head is wrapped again, is this a heifer handstand? “

"It's okay, the unlucky can always get hurt, and the lucky ones can always escape death, it's a bit of a rip-off."

Yuan Pengfei touched the bandages on his face and said with a smile.

As for the reason for the injury, he also understood a little bit in his heart.

Nothing else, it's just because of his accurate marksmanship, which poses too much threat to the devil, and the devil takes special care of him, and it is already his fate to be able to withdraw safely.

In any case, it is given priority to artillery, because it is called the god of war. Both offensive and defensive are useful, and in general, only artillery can pose a threat to artillery.

The second is the light and heavy machine gun fire point, the new soldiers are afraid of artillery, the veterans are afraid of guns, an excellent fire point, can give full play to the power of more than a dozen rifles, causing huge casualties to the enemy.

And then alongside the light and heavy machine guns, it should be a sharpshooter like Yuan Pengfei. If you don't shoot, it's enough, and once you shoot, it's the point.

Machine gunners, grenadiers, non-commissioned officers who command operations, these are the most important components of the combat power of the army.

was beaten by him like this, if the enemy didn't take care of him, then he didn't have a brain!

However, he has no regrets. Under his gun, there are dozens of ghosts of the little devils, and even more of the puppet army. Counting up, he alone is worth a platoon, it's worth it!

While talking and drinking, as soon as a bottle of wine was in the stomach, the two of them were drunk and fell asleep on the kang.

Wine is not intoxicating, people are drunk.

On the surface, everyone is very calm, and their expressions are not shocked, but in fact, only they know the pain in their hearts.

After such a period of hard work, how many comrades-in-arms at dusk have fallen.

The black-faced old man in charge of logistics in the second battalion pounced on the soldiers around him on Hutou Mountain, but he was killed by a shell.

Zhang Wei, who likes to tell cold jokes the most, died with the devil's armored car holding a grenade, and he couldn't even fight the corpse.

Xiao Liu, who loves to laugh the most in the communication class, Wang Gensheng, who blew up I don't know how many devil turrets, and Wang Xikui, who killed more than 20 devils in a single battle.

There are no more familiar faces in this battle, not only Li Yunlong is a little depressed, but no one in the whole group feels good.

"Is the battalion commander here?"

A voice sounded suddenly, bringing bad news to the half-drunk and half-awake Yuan Pengfei - something happened to Liu Ruonan.