Lost and Spy

Chapter 369 Brother Chuanjun
Yunzaobang, the position of the 802nd regiment of the Sichuan Army.

This is a large open cotton field, and there is no danger at all.

Moreover, it seems that even God made a joke with the Sichuan Army. As soon as they arrived at the designated position, it began to rain from the sky.

"Turtle son, find me happy."

Lin Xianghou cursed: "Dig the ground, dig the ground, dig deep!"

Seeing that Peng Zesheng, the battalion commander beside him, hadn't moved, Lin Xianghou kicked up: "It's melon, you can change it for me!"

"What the hell, smash it and change it?" Peng Zesheng muttered, venting his anger on his subordinates: "A bunch of melon sons, let's move!"

"Commander Lin." Meng Shaoyuan walked over and said, "Across from us are the Ninth Division and the Imperial Guard Division of the Japanese Army. They are well-equipped and have strong combat capabilities. Especially the Ninth Division, which is known as the No.18 Division." Imperial Twins'. They arrived in Shanghai at the end of last month, and morale is now high."

"Little Dongyang, Guizi, they have one life, and I have one too. I don't believe that I can't cut off their heads!" Lin Xianghou didn't care at all:
"Correct Hua, Peng Zesheng, and Wei Juchuan first!"

"To!"

The three battalion commanders trotted over in a hurry.

"The first battalion and the second battalion are in charge of digging fortifications, and the third battalion gathers for training! The rotation will take place after an hour."

train?

Meng Shaoyuan was startled.

It looks like a war is about to start, so what else is there to train?

The brothers from the third battalion were all assembled.

"Brothers." Lin Xianghou's voice was very loud: "The Japanese of Guizi have howitzers and field guns, but I don't have them. The Orientals have planes, but neither do I. Shangfeng wants us to hold our ground, what are we going to do?" Resist the Japanese attack? Weapons can't beat them, we will fight with our lives, and fight with our lives! Laozi still has this!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the orderly quickly handed him the big knife.

Lin Xianghou held a big sword in his hand: "Listen to me, the Dongyangs are attacking, first hit them with grenades, and let me put them in after the smashing is over. Fight with them! I heard from the friendly troops, Xiao Dongyang fights! The bayonet is powerful, so as soon as we get close to Xiao Dongyang, we will roll forward with the big knife and slash. The first shot of the Dongyang came over, and we turned around and stuck to it the moment the bayonet was pushed away with the big knife, and then we retreated. Aim at the underside of Guagua on the other side's head and kill him with a knife!"

As he spoke, he kept making gestures and demonstrations there.

Meng Shaoyuan also listened very carefully at the side, and kept moving his hands according to what Lin Xianghou said.

He had learned grappling at the Hangzhou Police Academy, but it was completely different from the real battlefield.

Here, it is not just as simple as simplifying, but in the reaction you make in a moment, the action you make in a moment.

Fight for your life!

If the Sichuan army wants to rely on the existing weapons to hold their positions, it is impossible.

The only possibility for them to succeed is to let the Japanese army in, and then rely on their swords to kill them.

Tragic, but helpless.

"Captain Lin."

While the brothers from the third battalion were training there, Meng Shaoyuan hurriedly said, "Give me a big knife."

"Are you kidding me? Each of us has a big sword, so there is no need for it." Lin Xianghou rebuffed: "Lieutenant Colonel Meng, if you really want to play big swords with the Orientals, let's see if one of our brothers dies. Just take his big knife."

Alright alright.

Then take a wooden stick and practice it as a big knife.

"Wei Juchuan." While Meng Shaoyuan was practicing according to the method, Lin Xianghou called Wei Juchuan, the commander of the third battalion, and ordered in a low voice: "Lieutenant Colonel Meng is our benefactor in Sichuan, and you are responsible for protecting his safety. Remember me, He's missing a hair, I'll kick your bastard to pieces!"

"You son of a bitch, fight as long as you fight, and protect people."

Wei Juchuan was very dissatisfied.

"Hi, I'm looking for Meng Shaoyuan."

At this time, a young man of eighteen or nineteen appeared here.

Around his neck were two submachine guns, and his waist was loaded with magazines.

Meng Shaoyuan who came over after hearing the news looked at him: "Who are you?"

"Reporting sir, I am Chen Houman from the Second Squadron, and I was sent by the deputy team leader Zhu Yanni. She heard that you were on the front line, and she wanted to come in person, but there was a surprise attack on the Japanese army, and she was there to snipe. She asked I have brought you weapons and ammunition."

This time on the front line, Meng Shaoyuan brought a machine gun, two submachine guns and a batch of ammunition, which can be regarded as helping the 802 regiment to supplement the lack of weapons and equipment.

Now, Zhu Yanni sent two more submachine guns.

Although in the battle that is about to start, these weapons can play a very small role, but it is better than nothing.

"Captain Lin." Meng Shaoyuan greeted Lin Xianghou: "I will keep one of these weapons for myself, and the rest will belong to you."

Lin Xianghou was overjoyed: "It is said that Shanghai is rich, and when I saw it today, I insisted on getting it. These worm cages are good things. Lieutenant Colonel Meng, are you from the Jinling Arsenal or the Shanghai Arsenal?"

"Wow, it's a genuine Berkman company, foreign product." Meng Shaoyuan couldn't help showing off again: "It's worth a lot of money."

"I want it, I want it." Lin Xianghou smiled openly, pretending to be selfish, he asked for a branch first.

Meng Shaoyuan turned around and saw that Chen Houman was still there: "It's done, I've accepted the things, you can go back first."

"The leader of the blessing team told me not to go back." Chen Houman didn't intend to leave at all: "She asked me to stay here to protect your safety."

Fuck it, fight the Japanese hand to hand, just you, keep the fart safe.

But since he came, and it was Zhu Yanni's order, he couldn't just drive him away, could he?Besides, one more person can always give you more strength, right?

The rain became more intensive, which also made it more difficult for the brothers to dig fortifications.

Stepping on the mud and pulling it out again, the straw sandals on the feet are in intimate contact with the mud.

The brothers of the Sichuan Army kept moving their hands while cursing.

An hour later, the third battalion took over the digging work of the second battalion. The brothers of the second battalion took a short rest and immediately picked up their big swords to practice.

This is their most powerful weapon.

When the Japanese army officially began to attack, no tricks would come in handy.

Just take your own life to fight.

"Lieutenant Colonel Meng, are you practicing?" Wei Juchuan walked over slowly and asked with a smile.

"Well, I'm practicing, but I don't have a knife, and it's hard to hold a wooden stick." Meng Shaoyuan was a little frustrated.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it won't be long before Xiao Dongyang rushes up."

The mission Wei Juchuan received was to protect Meng Shaoyuan's safety. This guy made up his mind and wandered around Meng Shaoyuan's side.

Meng Shaoyuan's eyes lit up: "Battle Commander Wei, how about I exchange my submachine gun for your broadsword?"

How much is a big knife, how much is an imported submachine gun?

In exchange, Young Master Meng would never do such a loss-making business.

Unexpectedly, Wei Juchuan curled his lips: "To fight the Japanese hand-to-hand, how can a flea cage have a big sword?"

"It's not the same." Meng Shaoyuan said seriously: "The submachine gun is very powerful in close combat, and it can sweep a large area. If it can be equipped with a pistol, we will be worthy of hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese."

But Wei Juchuan sighed: "Lieutenant Colonel Meng, tell me, our 802 regiment has a machine gun. I'm not bragging to you. I can fight until... until... what is the name of the Japanese capital?"

"Tokyo."

"Yes, Tokyo, I can take my battalion and destroy Tokyo..."

Meng Shaoyuan was taken aback, and then he noticed that there was still a hint of sarcasm on Wei Juchuan's face.

Then I realized that I was indeed too naive.

The combination of a submachine gun and a pistol is of course good, but the Sichuan army must also have it.

For example, the 802 regiment, because it is Yang Sen's direct descendant, is well equipped, but there are only two heavy machine guns, and each company has a light machine gun. The whole regiment has nine companies, plus a guard company, counting what Meng Shaoyuan brought There are eleven light machine guns in total, and one of them is broken.

To defend such a large position, where is it enough?

What's more terrible is that a full load of machine gun bullets is only enough to fight two defensive battles, and it has to be used sparingly.

Who doesn't want to have a light and heavy machine gun on the battlefield.

There must be.

This is true of Yang Sen's direct line troops, and the rest of the Sichuan Army's troops can be imagined.

The rain stopped temporarily.

The whistle for dinner rang.

There was no cook, so Brother Chuanjun just sat in the mud, took out the steamed buns he had brought, and ate the fried rice in silence.

"Damn it." Meng Shaoyuan couldn't help cursing: "The Sichuan army came out of Sichuan, and the chairman personally ordered that Shanghai solve the supply problem on the spot. Where is the person? Where is the person in charge of the supply?"

"Lieutenant Colonel Meng." Lin Xianghou didn't seem to be particularly concerned: "Mr. Yang specifically told me that Shanghai is also difficult, and...hey, to be honest with you, it's not just arguing with each other, and some people say, As far as those beggar troops from Sichuan, what do you want to eat, just deal with them, but there is no sign of dealing with them until now."

"Chen Houman!" Meng Shaoyuan shouted.

"To!"

"You go back to me, run back, and find Tian Qi." Meng Shaoyuan said viciously: "Let him come forward in person to see who is responsible for the supply of the 802 regiment, and charge him with adultery, and let him The person in charge has committed crimes and meritorious deeds. I can’t see any food, so I ransacked his house!”

"Yes! Chief Meng, but Deputy Team Leader Zhu let me..."

"Get out, get out! If I don't see anything to eat before the sun goes down tomorrow, I will swallow you alive!"

"Yes!" Chen Houman ran away in fright.

"Lieutenant Colonel Meng, you can do it!" Lin Xianghou gave a thumbs up: "If you say that I have a spy here, it will really be of great help."

"Damn it, I have the right." Meng Shaoyuan once again felt the thrill of power: "If the food is not delivered, I will be hungry. This is what the chairman personally explained. If anyone does not implement it, I will hold the Shang Fang sword Cut off his grandson!"

Lin Xianghou laughed "haha".

Working with this spy, don't say it, it's really fun!

(End of this chapter)