"Hahaha, it's really a dog that can't change eating, Sakata, an old devil, is still like this after suffering a loss."

Behind a bunker on the forward position, Li Yunlong took a telescope and saw that the Japanese army was pulling down the line on a small hill.

A communication antenna was soon erected on the hill, and Sakata's temporary command post was set up.

This scene made Li Yunlong overjoyed, as happy as eating bee droppings.

He really couldn't figure out why this Sakata Nobutsu had already lost so many soldiers, why he was arrogant and brazenly facing the command post at his position.

"Sakata, Sakata, Kong Er's stunned weapon will be used against your head. Whether I can continue to be the regiment commander depends on whether the brigade commander wants your head to be a night pot. ”

In fact, Sakata had his own reasons for setting up the command post so close to the forward position.

First of all, he thought that the defensive force of the Eighth Route Army on the opposite side had no heavy firepower.

Even with some ammunition hidden, this position was beyond the range of their sixty-millimeter mortars, and his command post was safe here.

Secondly, in his stereotype, he is the attacker and the defender opposite.

In the case that the weapons and materials and the quality of the individual soldiers are not superior, the commander on the opposite side can defend to the limit is already the limit, how can it be possible to attack.

In the end, in this blockade, the samurai of the younger countries of the Great Japanese Locust Army were slightly frustrated, and the troops' will to fight was not as high-spirited as when they first began to sweep up.

He set up the command post in a place where all the soldiers of his brother country could see it, just to tell his samurai that their commander was with them.

It's a pity that Nobutsu Sakata never imagined that his opponent was a man who would seize every opportunity on the battlefield.

And this man's subordinates are a pack of hungry wolves.

Li Yunlong said to Huzi, the guard beside him, "Go and call Wang Chengzhu to me." ”

After a while, a man with a big head and a round face ran in the distance, it was Wang Chengzhu, the best gunner of the new regiment.

"Report to the head of the group, Wang Chengzhu will listen to the instructions."

Li Yunlong put down the binoculars, but still stared at the battlefield, and said to him without looking back: "Come here." ”

After Wang Chengzhu approached, Li Yunlong pointed to the battlefield and handed him the telescope in his hand.

"See the tent on the hillside? In the tent must be the headquarters of the little devils. ”

"Bringing the headquarters so close, this is not just a slap in the face of my old Li, this is an artillery that looks down on our new regiment."

"The mortar I asked Director Huang for is not for the cubs, you have to come out with this breath."

Hearing Li Yunlong say this, although he knew that the head of the regiment was provoking him, he was still very angry.

"Do you have enough guns?"

As we all know, if someone gives you a thumbs up, he is not necessarily complimenting you, he may be trying to make a move.

As the person with the highest level of mathematics in the new group, Wang Chengzhu raised his right arm so that it was perpendicular to his body.

Then he gives a thumbs up, closes his left eye, and aims his right eye at the left side of his thumb and aims it at the target.

Then keep your body in the same position, then close your right eye and open your left eye.

Multiply the distance between the two eyes to see the object by 10 to get the approximate distance of the measured target.

As a veteran artilleryman, he often encountered mortars without sights, and the eye-jumping method was a helpless choice.

"Commander, the distance is too far, it's out of range."

After Wang Chengzhu's visual inspection, the devil's command post was more than two kilometers away from here, and his 60-millimeter mortar could not reach there.

"This little devil is cunning enough to set the headquarters out of our range. How's that, think of a way to him. ”

Wang Chengzhu squinted his eyes and calculated the distance.

"Commander, if only my cannon were still there, you send my cannon to the logistics department to change things. If we want to fight now, we have to move forward 500 meters. ”

"You're fucking embarrassed to say, didn't I get you six mortars. Less fucking bullshit, I'll send you where you want to be, are you sure? ”

"Yes, yes."

Seeing that Wang Chengzhu had scruples, Li Yunlong said to him: "How can you have a mother-in-law and mother, what do you have to say about it?" ”

"Commander... We've got only two shells left! ”

In fact, Wang Chengzhu is not to blame for this.

Whether it's attacking or defending, his task is always the heaviest.

It is necessary not only to keep an eye on the enemy's light and heavy machine-gun fire points, but also to deal with the enemy's grenadier mortars, and to help the infantry share the pressure when they are idle.

Every time he had to carry a mortar to move as soon as the cannon was fired, he often heard Li Yunlong's shout before he stopped for a few seconds.

Pillar, you fucking kill this heavy machine gun, you're blind to the pillar, blow up that grenadier for me.

Wang Chengzhu dared to touch his conscience and say that there is no shell wasted, and his shells are timely rain for the troops.

Seeing that Wang Chengzhu was cautious, shrinking his neck and preparing to be scolded, Li Yunlong was angry.

He understands the reason, but he still has to scold.

"What do you say? Damn, you loser, why don't you save some money. You run a military factory in my family, huh? ”

After training Wang Chengzhu, Li Yunlong knew the truth that sticks and sweet dates were both soft and hard, and he couldn't make him too nervous before the war.

"Hehe, when the battle is over, I'll reward you with half a catty of sweet potatoes to burn. And when the time comes, I will personally take you to the logistics department to find Director Huang and ask for a long-range, thick cannon. ”

"However, you have to think carefully about how to knock out the enemy's headquarters with two shells!"

"I said ugly that I won't hit the front side, not to mention that the sweet potatoes are burned, we all have to die here, do you understand?"

"Yes, mission guaranteed!"

Wang Chengzhu saluted straight, and then returned to the rear of the position.

Li Yunlong returned to the command room, preparing to hold a pre-war combat meeting.

He and the three battalion commanders need to decide on the specific attack route, fire preparation, the selection of the first wave of attack teams, and the placement of guards on both flanks.

Although the battalion commanders of the new regiment have not studied systematically, the regiment commander himself is also a big boss.

However, they have a lot of experience in actual combat, and they were cadres of other units before they were formed into regiments.

In the front-line troops of this era, the cadres of the Eighth Route Army have never had a rice bucket, and they are all good at topping one by one.

They tend to be familiar with the environment very quickly, have a strong sense of smell on the battlefield, and can grasp the ever-changing fighters.

Only in this way can we survive in the cracks of the enemy-occupied area, sometimes with more than few. For them, the pre-war meeting would take at most a few minutes to complete.

After the meeting, the battalion commanders conveyed the specific operational arrangements, including the preparation for the unexpected.

Li Yunlong found Zhang Dabiao and asked about the situation of the commando.

"Zhang Dabiao, how is the commando team preparing?"

Regardless of the armed forces of any country, commandos are often the ones who suffer the most casualties.

They are the sharp knives that the troops tear apart the enemy's body, the scouts who detect the distribution of the enemy's personnel, and the shields that protect their comrades.

Not all fighters are qualified to rush out of the trench bunker and fight the enemy as the first time as a sharp knife.

This spur mission is to select the person with the best physical fitness and the highest will to fight in the platoon.

It is a warrior who can defeat several times his own strength with a small force and clear the way for the main force to complete the task.

"Commander, you just look at it, we are not as good as little devils when it comes to firearms. But when it comes to white-blade warfare, we Chinese are his ancestors! Today, we are going to teach the little devils how to be human beings and teach them how to honor their grandfathers. ”

"Haha, you have to show the momentum of the big knife team back then, cut off the heads of a few more devils, and give Lao Tzu a long face."

"Five hundred meters ahead, the troops attacked five hundred meters forward. Hold there and buy time for the artillery! ”