After many extremely unpleasant cooperations, Gao Yidao thought that he understood Hu Yi's personality.

Bloody, but selfish, calm, but ruthless, a person who only lives for himself, so he talks little and has a cold face, not arrogant and looks down on others, so he will do what he says, because he will not go against his will to take care of other people's face or his own face.

Gao Yidao thought so, but now, Gao Yidao is puzzled, did the surnamed Hu take the wrong medicine today? He actually chose to hold on? Although the combat effectiveness of the bandits is scum, but there are many people, besides, it is now afternoon, and the night is not far away, and then this small high ground will be annihilated by the tactics of the sea of people, he can't hold it, he definitely can't hold it!

This decision was made by himself, Gao Yidao is not Wu Yan, since the ninth row wants to be a hero, Gao Yidao will not persuade you, you want to be a hero, then I will fulfill you, sacrifice less than thirty people in the nine rows for a gold mountain, and the independent regiment will make a lot of money!

While striding in the direction of the cave, he gave orders to the soldiers of the second company. Two messengers were dispatched to Dabeizhuang in two ways to report and explain the situation; once they went, it was raining on a long road and on a high mountain, and it was estimated that they would have to wait until the regiment came to help tomorrow night.

Arrange a platoon on the mountainside on the left and right sides above the cave to cover the foot of the mountain on both sides of the Mantou Heights, the distance is a little far, and you can't hit the enemy on the high ground, so you can only take care of the limited two sides of the hill for the ninth platoon, and it is a long-range platoon density, there is no machine gun, and the firepower can only support these, and you can give the nine platoons how much you can count.

After entering the cave, he quickly asked, "Won't burn?"

"It's not like we're selling nine rows! It's the surname Hu's own willingness. Just fight here, and wait for the regiment to come to help. The brothers were given the guns and ammunition that needed to be replenished, leaving one squad to guard the cave, while the rest went out up the hill to prepare for defense. ”

"Aren't there nine rows on the other side?"

"They can only hold until dark, and then they will definitely break through, and tomorrow's battle will be ours. ”

Fast legs ran to make arrangements as he said, and Gao Yidao looked at the things in the hole, and suddenly had a new puzzle: How could Golden Scara have so many things? Even if he made a fortune by smuggling, this hair is a bit too big, right? If nothing else, how can he hoard so much food alone?

I took the second company around the south bank area a lot, this is a real poor mountain and bad water, digging three feet into the ground can't scrape out so many goods, these things are definitely coming in from outside, but the devil blockade, how did he get the golden scar? I don't understand! This is not scientific!

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The frantic excavation operation made Liu Jianqiang, a clay man, close to prostration, and he had to hand over the sapper shovel to his men to continue to work, and then panted out of breath to poke his head out of the pit, looked at the slowly advancing offensive line in the distance, and his eyes couldn't help but light up with pride.

I'm the Eighth Route Army! Although I was covered in mud and water, and I couldn't see the difference, I had a number sewn on my sleeve to prove it. couldn't help but touch the armband of the Eighth Route Army on his left arm with his hand, although the armband with blue characters on a white background had been completely covered by the sludge and could not be distinguished, Liu Jianqiang still stroked it carefully with his muddy hand, proud and a little intoxicated.

Finally, he couldn't help but say to the nearby soldiers: "If anyone dares to coax, I, Liu Jianqiang, will be the first to forgive!"

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly felt a kick on his back, fell down on the spot with a pop, and turned over from the muddy water in a rage, ready to play with the people behind him, only to find that Hu Yi had come back from behind the high ground at some point. So he didn't stand up on the spot, just sat in the mud, and raised his eyebrows at Hu Yi and gasped.

"You can't usually be cowardly, but today is different. A place where there are people is called a position, and a bunker without people is just a grave, and letting you dig this trench is just for cowardice! Runny nose, if you like to be a hero, you can rush down now, and if you continue to fan the flames, I will kick you to death now!"

Not far away, there was a sneer from Ma Liang, Shi Cheng was also stretching his neck to look here in surprise, and someone in the machine gun bunker said at the same time: "Yes, just kick him to death...... That's Luo Fugui's voice.

At present, the ninth rank is in a desperate situation, and everyone understands that no matter how timid people are at this time, they will not be cowardly, because there is nowhere to retreat in a battle against the water, who can not understand. What the Ninth Platoon really needs at this time is confidence, confidence in being able to hold the position, confidence in being able to live, not impulsiveness, which will bring more battle losses, but harm other comrades-in-arms and accelerate defeat.

If it's before the charge, or before the assault, the runny nose is right to say that, plus points. But in the current situation, Hu Yi had to kick him, which eased the tension of the soldiers, and at the same time made the soldiers understand the true meaning of positional warfare: 'People are in the position!'

No longer paying attention to Liu Jianqiang, he raised his hand and pointed to the offensive line in the distance, and said loudly to the soldiers: "Do you see it clearly, they have no formation, no level, no clear direction of attack, and they don't even have the speed of advancement." What does this mean? It shows that they are a group of rabbles who have no courage! They are just a group of bandits, not even as good as the puppet army. What about you? You are real soldiers! No matter how big the flock is, you can't eat a wolf! Show me your fangs, and show the shit alive on the battlefield!"

Boosting morale is not a simple task, and like fighting, it is necessary to adapt measures to the situation at the right time and place. If inappropriate encouragement is given at the wrong time, it should not be called encouragement, and it is not too much to count it as 'disregarding human life'.

The tension on the battlefield completely disappeared, and the brave warrior continued to do his job. The timid soldier looked at it according to the platoon commander's statement, yes, although it looked black and oppressive, it fully showed the visual effect of being outnumbered, and the rest ...... Not really. The platoon commander is a person who has crawled in the rain of bullets for nearly ten years, who can believe him if he doesn't believe him? Live to those wastes, understand!

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The rain kept falling, but it was gradually turning into a light rain. Everywhere there was mud, everywhere there was water, it was rugged and potholed.

The bandits lined up in a broad formation of different thicknesses and slowly advanced, from time to time someone slipped in the mud, from time to time someone fell into a puddle carelessly, and one by one the cats moved forward with their waists bent, because the high ground had been sparsely landed and fired cold guns. At first, it was far away, but now it is almost 300 meters away, and casualties have already begun to appear.

The moaning and cries of the wounded made the bandits listen even more disturbed, and they looked sideways and left and right, hoping that they would be further back than the side part, so as not to attract bullets. It's a pity that everyone thinks so in their hearts, it's no wonder that the speed of advancement can be faster.

Suddenly a machine-gun sounded, which rang out on small heights. Those sparse cold guns also suddenly changed the firing frequency, and more than a dozen three-eight big cover firing sounds were staggered continuously, and began to cooperate with the machine guns.

At this moment, the first thought in the hearts of the mountain bandits was not panic, but relief, and finally there was a reason to stop advancing, and finally there was a reason to hide on the spot.

The mud-covered Golden Scara could see that his jaw had dropped, and he endured the slow forward speed, but now it was clear that only the people on the left were being beaten, and the whole team had stopped, so what was going on? Holding on to a stone and shouting angrily forward: "The bottom of the black pot, he didn't hit you anymore, you stop farting!"

The bottom of the black pot is the nickname of a gang of bandits who have recently taken refuge, like many forces that have been merged, joining the Golden Scar is nothing more than mixing food and guns, how can he be willing to force his dozens of brothers to be the first birds, the idea in his heart is that as long as people are starving to death wherever Lao Tzu goes with guns, it is a big deal to withdraw the gang and then go back to the mountain, and it is absolutely inappropriate to be wronged! But he can't say that, but he replied loudly with an expression full of justice: "Birds don't fly without heads! I hate to be at the bottom of the black pot and can't charge ahead, but it's a pity that I can't afford to be a big responsibility, and I can't do it, and I don't dare to do my best!"

There were nearly 600 bandits, of which more than 200 were Jin Scar's own descendants, and the rest were all tributaries who had recently gathered together. This sentence at the bottom of the black pot speaks to the hearts of some people: The warehouse is your Golden Scar, and it is still your Golden Scar when you snatch it back, and you don't give us a share of it, but just give us rations and salaries, why do you expect us to charge ahead?

Jin Scara hated it in his heart, and put such a scene in front of the battle, this fucking is to coerce, it is to force the palace, and it is a dog that can't change its appetite! This account will be settled with you sooner or later! But his face was full of righteousness and awe, and he raised his voice: "Listen to it all for me! As long as you take it back to the warehouse completely, I will take out thirty percent of the things in it and give it to the seven of you on the spot, and I Golden Scara swears to the sky!"

The bottom of the black pot couldn't help but whisper to him: "How much is thirty percent, and how much can we get from it?"

Next to him, a bearded man wearing a robe and coat and dressed like a teacher, sat in the mud puddle and quickly broke his rough fingers, and broke it for a long time before replying: "Anyway, there are a lot." ”

was so angry that the bottom of the black pot kicked the man next to him into the mud pit, and scolded: "Let you be a master and count me as blind!" Then he took out the box cannon in his arms, cleaned his face and said to the surroundings: "Cubs, make a fortune and look at the present, support the bold and starve to death." Now give me a crawl!"

Whew-Golden Scara finally breathed a sigh of relief, albeit a little slower, but finally moved forward. The storyteller talks every day about how majestic the generalissimo is, and he talks it all over the place, and Lao Tzu is now the generalissimo, and he is a majestic fart! In the future, anyone who tells a story will see one and destroy the other! We can't let them harm the heroes again!

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Hu Yi half-knelt in the bunker, shooting rapidly, the bolt of the gun being pulled again and again, and the sound of the metal rattling made him look like a machine.

A shell jumped out of the chamber of the gun, and he shouted at the same time: "All start shooting from the right flank, then extend to the left!"

Another bullet case jumped out of the chamber of the gun, and he continued to shout: "Hit the front first, let the target die and see the rear side!"

Again, a bullet case jumped out of the chamber, and he then shouted: "After the enemy enters two hundred meters from a distance, the second and third squads automatically join in the shooting, and those who have tools at hand continue to dig." ”

The fourth shell also jumped out, and his voice reappeared: "Spread the distance! Hide when the time is right, and don't keep shooting from the same position!" and what he was doing now happened to be the opposite of what he said.

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