Jingle bells···

In the middle of the night, a phone call was made from the devil's stronghold in Liao Town to the devil's headquarters in Liao County.

"What's the matter?"

After receiving the call, the captain of the Liao County Devil Brigade, Beijing Mingbox Shaozuo, was very dissatisfied.

He was sleeping soundly.

In the dream, there were 300 Huaguliang in Liao County, and he was left to choose...

"Captain, I have received information that in the near future, there may be more than a hundred regular troops of the Eighth Route Army coming to the vicinity of Liao Town."

Tominoshima's tone was solemn.

"Tomino-kun..."

Beijing Ming Box dragged out the voice:

"Have you been injured twice, have you lost your courage as a samurai, and have become a coward?"

"Just a hundred and eight roads, just make you so nervous?"

"Even if it's the regular army of the Eighth Route Army, the main force, what about it?"

"This is the territory of the locusts."

"You have to remember that you're in Yamashima United, not Sakata United. The commander of my Yamashima Wing, Yamashima Daisa, is an imperial samurai who was personally awarded the honor by the Locust. ”

"Hey! The captain of the group taught a lesson. ”

Tominoshima bowed his head and shouted hi.

"It is only necessary to strengthen the escort of the convoy according to the plan."

After speaking, Kitai Mingbox hung up the phone.

"Yaga!"

"Stupid pig!"

Hanging up the phone, Tominojima scolded.

The Yamashima Wing is subordinate to the garrison division, that is, the C-class division, which belongs to the garrison and is responsible for maintaining law and order in the rear.

And the Sakata Wing is a second-class division, which is responsible for frontal field operations.

There is a huge gap in combat effectiveness between the two wings, and Tominojima can even say that if it is a frontal field battle, one Sakata wing can defeat two Yamashima wings.

The battle of Cangyunling was definitely not because the strength of the Bantian Wing was not worthy of the name, and the captain of the Bantian Wing was in vain, but because the Locusts Army seriously underestimated the strength of the Eighth Route Army.

But he knew that explanations were useless.

"Hopefully, when the time comes, ordinary Eighth Route Army troops."

"It's really, coming for a baggage convoy."

Tominoshima sighed.

There is a huge gap between the locust armies, just like the Sakata United and the Yamashima United.

Similarly, there was a huge gap between the Eighth Route Army.

Just like the Bantian Wing encountered the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, the 358th Regiment of the Jinsui Army more than half a year ago, and the new regiment of the Eighth Route Army encountered a month ago.

Of course

He knew that if it was more than 100 Eighth Route Army, even if it was a new group with terrifying combat effectiveness, it would not be able to make waves.

Liao County had more than 800 imperial troops.

but

Not long ago, the Under-Chief of Staff came to inspect the site.

At this time, any wind and grass must wake up.

···

Meanwhile.

Yang Village,

Independent regimental headquarters.

"Commander."

Going to Liaozhen, the correspondent of the liaison county brigade came back and reported to Li Yunlong:

"According to the information of the county brigade, yesterday, the Yamamoto special team escorted a high-ranking devil officer into the Liao County prisoner of war camp."

"Devil high-ranking official?"

"Haha, God help me."

Li Yunlong's eyes lit up:

"Labor and management are preparing to close the net, and another big fish will come in."

···

Half an hour later.

In a vacant lot on the east side of the village.

"Report to the head of the group."

Zhang Dabiao reported to Li Yunlong:

"The second battalion should have reached two hundred and seventy men, but it has reached two hundred and sixty-five."

"What's going on?"

Li Yunlong frowned.

Five fighters are missing.

"Two fighters were blindfolded, one fighter was injured during training yesterday, and two fighters had high fevers."

Zhang Dabiao replied.

"Got it!"

Li Yunlong nodded, his expression calm.

But I sighed in my heart.

Blindfolded, a common name for night blindness, according to the head office doctor, this disease is caused by a lack of nutrients in the soldiers, as if it were called a vitamin or something.

What specific vitamins he forgot.

I can't remember the English alphabet.

But Li Yunlong remembered that eating fresh fruits, the liver can prevent and treat.

It's just that

Due to the blockade and sweep of the devils, the preserved fruit cut off the exchange of materials, and now the troops, the supply of materials is getting worse, and the staple food of the independent regiment has become sorghum and black beans, not to mention, and there is almost no food enough.

Don't mention fruits, rare goods, devils are rare.

Fresh vegetables...

It's winter, and it's rare for the soldiers to see a single leaf in their bowls for a week, and where does it come from.

As for meat, the cooking class only raised three pigs, which added up to less than 300 catties, and there was no meat per capita.

In such a situation, it is inevitable that there will be a blindfold, and there are only two, which is already very good.

It is also normal for a soldier to have a high fever.

Including the logistics personnel, the recruits who just enlisted yesterday, and the more than 1,000 soldiers of the All-Independent Regiment, adding up to only more than 100 large cotton jackets, and the rest are thin winter military uniforms.

This is also because of the batch he brought back from the quilt factory.

Only two fighters suffered from cold and high fever, which was also very good.

Fortunately, when he planned the deployment of troops, he had already calculated these non-combat attritions.

"Check the equipment and supplies."

Picking up his thoughts, Li Yunlong gave the final order before leaving.

Including Zhang Dabiao and Kong Jie, the 266 soldiers of the second battalion began to count the materials on their bodies and make further fixations.

Shell guns, bullets, white-flour buns, machine guns carried by mules, seventy-nine bullets, grenades, and fodder for mules and horses. Also, check that the horseshoe is not falling off and that the stirrups are secure.

Five minutes later.

"Let's go."

Li Yunlong waved his hand and personally led the second battalion to the Liao County prisoner of war camp.

····

"The second battalion has departed?"

"Let's go!"

"No new fighters are injured or sick, are they?"

"No, only five non-combat attrition."

"Hey..."

After the second battalion left, in a dilapidated adobe house, Zhao Tou, the secretary of the independent regiment, sighed.

"Secretary..."

On the side, the platoon leader of the cooking platoon tried to persuade something, but in the end he only sighed.

The Independent Regiment is a backbone regiment.

Compared with the numbered main regiment, the organizational structure of the independent regiment is not perfect, and the manpower is not enough, so the secretary of the division, Zhao Tou, is not only responsible for the food and accommodation of the troops, but also serves as logistics supply.

Today, two soldiers of the second battalion suffered from frostbite, and two soldiers suffered from finch blindfolds.

The reason was that the fighters were not well fed and clothed.

This is a gross dereliction of duty in their work!

But they have already tried their best to keep the fighters well fed.

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice.

If it weren't for the regiment commander who brought that batch of white noodles, I'm afraid that before the second battalion set off, he wouldn't even be able to take care of a full meal.

"Tomorrow after dawn, send someone to fetch some pigweed."

The Secretary suddenly said:

"Next time there is a combat mission, try to let the soldiers eat a meal of meat."

"Okay."

The platoon commander of the cooking platoon nodded solemnly.

If it weren't for the regiment commander's white noodles, one should have been killed for the soldiers of the second battalion, but the three pigs, the largest of which were only a hundred and a few catties.

Counting the upper and lower water, it is estimated that there are more than 70 catties of what can be eaten.

There is simply not enough to eat.

"Secretary."

The platoon commander of the cooking platoon took out a fire bun and said:

"You can eat one of the freshly baked steamed buns."

"Okay."

The secretary gladly took the fire and burned the buns.

Walking out of the dilapidated adobe house, the leader of the cooking platoon was about to take a look at the three pigs raised by the cooking class, but as soon as he took a few steps, he suddenly felt a blur of vision, and then the world became dark, and he could only see a rough outline.

"Is it freckle?"

After a while, the leader of the cooking platoon sighed:

"Gotta figure figure out."

"Not to mention fighting, even daily life will be affected."

···

At the end of February, in the northwest of Shanxi,

Even if tonight is the same as yesterday, the sky is clear and the crescent moon hangs high.

The weather is still cold.

Stepping on it, the ice crackles.

If you don't pay attention to it, you will slip and slip to the bottom.

The second battalion, including Li Yunlong, quietly followed the mountain road, under the cover of night, crossed the yellow earth covered in silver, and arrived in a mountain forest near the prisoner of war camp in Liao County at dawn.

This is the hiding place that the reconnaissance squad has explored for a long time.

It was also the hidden location of Li Yunlong when he came to reconnoiter the prisoner of war camp in Liao County during the period of the new regiment.

"Rest."

"Zhang Dabiao arranged the vigilance."

Looking through the telescope at the Liao County prisoner of war camp in the distance, Li Yunlong ordered the troops to rest.

The time of the attack is ten o'clock tonight.

"Yes!"

Zhang Dabiao took the order and left.

···

An hour later.

It's nine o'clock in the morning.

Brigade headquarters.

Zhao Gang got up early, packed his luggage, rode a horse, and set off for the independent regiment accompanied by several guard soldiers.

···

Half an hour later.

Half past nine in the morning.

In the Liaoxian prisoner of war camp, all 22 devils of the 3rd Combat Group of the Yamamoto Special Forces assembled and began their daily training under the watchful eye of the deputy chief of staff of the North China Front.

Clamber.

Downhill.

Shoot.

Fistfight.

Masa Hirata, who was watching, nodded again and again.

It was half past ten in the morning.

Under the watchful eye of a group of devils armed with bayonets, the monk and dozens of prisoners of war walked out of the prisoner of war camp.

"It's just taking prisoners of war."

Yamamoto's special team, the leader of the third combat team, explained to Masashi Hirata:

"We use these to connect with hand-to-hand combat using only prisoners of war."

"Of course, before that, we had fed these prisoners of war."

"Yo Si."

Hirata was very satisfied, nodded and said:

"Let's get started!"