under fire

Chapter 782 is really generous

From Zhaozhuang Village to the west for more than forty miles to Tang County, there are all plains, and from Tang County to the west, it gradually enters the hilly area. The hills stretch to the southern foot of Taihang Mountain, which is hundreds of miles away. But more than forty miles.

At the southern foot of Taihang Mountain and slightly north, the poor mountains and bad waters are the Eighth Route Army's garrison.

Sun Chuanfang's Division of the New Fifth Army was stationed in the slightly flat eastern mountainous and hilly area at the southern end of Shannan, and Pang Bing's Division of the No.30 Fourth Army of the National Army was stationed on the same hilly terrain in the west.

The Japanese and puppet armies have gathered, and they have begun to attack the new Fifth Army and the No.30 Fourth Army at the junction of Shanxi, Henan and Hebei.
The war was about to break out, and the Devil Command had no interest in setting its sights on a small-scale battlefield like Zhaozhuang Village at this time.

The frontal vanguard of the bandits has arrived in Zhaozhuang Village, both sides.

There were more than ten bandit vanguard troops on the two wings, stopping two or 300 meters north of the ditch.

It can be clearly seen that piles of grave-like soil around the calf height stretch westward along the irrigation canal from the bank of the Wei River until they are invisible!

The Eight Routes belonging to the soil are really powerful. They dug such a long trench in less than half a day!

The bandits are not the army, and most people are not confused at all when they are fighting this kind of positional warfare for the first time.

However, there were also some defeated soldiers in the Bandit Guild, and they immediately saw that the Eighth Route Guerrilla on the opposite side was really moving this time, and wanted to fight positional warfare!

The broken soldiers froze completely.

"How is it possible? How could the Eighth Route Army dare to fight positional warfare?" The two rout soldiers lay on the ground, repeatedly and carefully observing the southern position.

"Eight roads dare to fight positional warfare, so why are we playing a fart?" The other muttered, as if he couldn't believe that this thing would happen right before his eyes.

The force of grabbing the gun in his hand seemed to want to rub his body into the soil.

At this time, a certain leader of the Taoist sect finally came to his senses. Without saying a word, he just turned around and walked away, cursing in his heart: Is this letting me be cannon fodder?There are no doors.

When this guy returned to the back line, he didn't dare to look into the eyes of the old bandit: "Uncle Qi... I'm a little ashamed, this junior, because my nephew honors you every year, don't use my brothers as cannon fodder."

The old bandit Qi didn't understand the situation at first, until he stepped forward and looked at the familiar positions, he never thought that this was the most commonly used tactic by the old troops before!
Only some people are behind those ditch mounds!Where there is no land, the original shallow ditch is used as a traffic trench.

I was in a trance for a while, and suddenly regretted that I didn't ask the Hu man why he followed the "enemy" Lao Jiang during the negotiation in the morning!

He hated this kind of person the most in his heart. Originally, he had been thinking about how to capture the man surnamed Hu, and then asked about the situation before lighting the sky lantern, but suddenly found that this guy who recognized the thief as his father was not an easy-going lamp at all!

The anger in his heart deepened, and he shook his head at the leader of the Taoist sect in a calm tone: "It's okay, you haven't fought positional warfare, so I don't blame you."

The leader of Huidaomen listened, but his heart sank suddenly. He knew that the person in front of him was not showing his emotions. The calmer he was, the worse the result would be!

Things are indeed going in the worst direction. It seems that this time, it will happen if it doesn't happen.

Wang Sanzhu is very smart, he never took the middle road from the beginning to the end. After yesterday's battle, he finally understood that the theories he learned in the military school are naturally no problem to fight ordinary bandits and guerrillas, but in front of the regular "guerrillas" of the national army It's just scum.

At this time, he was standing in the crowd behind the old gangster Qi, not showing his face, but thinking in his heart what he should do if such a thing happened to him!Should the army be fully pressed, or should people be sent to test the firepower first?
When three of us go together, there must be my teacher. I have lived to learn, and I even looked at the head of the Taoist sect with excited eyes.

The old gangster Qi withdrew his thoughts, paused for a moment, then suddenly lowered his voice, and said to the leader of the Taoist sect: "Send someone to the front of the Eighth Road camp to shoot a few shots. Remember, the bullet must hit the mound on the ground, such a big one Goal, can you do it?"

The leader of the Taoist sect was stunned for a moment, and he was overjoyed: "Is there really no need to attack?"

Old bandit Qi frowned subconsciously and his face turned cold immediately: "If you speak louder, I will let you charge now!"

The head of Huidao Sect immediately took a deep breath. After so many years of experience as the boss, he immediately recovered his voice: "Uncle Qi, just take care of yourself, I promise to follow your orders!"

Wang Sanzhu at the back also immediately understood Uncle Qi's intentions, and couldn't help admiring him. First, he bought people's hearts, and second, he called the security forces who were supervising the battle behind him. Thinking about how he was still thinking about fighting before, he couldn't help but blush. To fight this war, we have to learn more.

The bandits in front stopped at the south of the village and pointed south.

The girl looked in the trench with a telescope in her hand for a while, and turned around by chance, and found that the guerrilla reserve team of the national army was setting up artillery, so she immediately spread her feet and moved over.

His eyes were fixed on the green and brand-new mortar in the distance, and he didn't pay attention to the guard post of the friendly artillery nearby.

Until the guard sentinel grabbed her little arm and lifted her up, her petite body turned half a circle off the ground, and a stern shout rang in her ears: "Stop, which girl, this is a military restricted area, get out of here quickly!" !"

When the girl heard this, she came back to her senses, quickly stood firm on the ground, desperately broke free her little arm, and immediately squeezed out the most beautiful smile in the world: "Hey, my name is Chang Hongying, and I am the squad leader of the Eighth Route Army. Hey, I'm just here to take a look, hey, take a look"

The guard post had no expression on his face: "Not to mention the squad leader, even the company commander! Hurry up and leave!"

The girl is not angry either: "Hey. We are allies, aren't we here to exchange combat experience with you?"

"Please leave here immediately, the first warning!" The guard's face turned black, and he reached out to close the safety of the submachine gun hanging on his chest immediately after speaking.

The platoon leader of the friendly army not far behind frowned, looking at the girl who was going crazy with the guard post, he couldn't help being amused, these eight roads are really interesting, and even brought a girl's film with her when she went to the battlefield, this is dragging her family to the battlefield rhythm?

I didn't care about the clear and crisp voice of bluffing, and called out to the guard post not far away: "Let her come over."

The girl immediately bypassed the guard post that opened the safety of the submachine gun, and ran straight to the side of the artillery platoon leader, staring at the clear big eyes: "Hey, big brother, you are so nice. Uh. What's your name?"

The platoon leader cast a glance at this courageous girl, and replied casually: "Wang Baichuan!"

As soon as the words were finished, the girl turned her eyes to the mortar that the gunner was manipulating next to her: "Hey, little girl, do you know what this is?"

The girl began to drool, and the chick nodded like a pecking rice: "Hello, Brother Wang, I know this is a cannon."

A group of soldiers who set up the mortars and were adjusting them immediately laughed, and laughed together: "This girl is really interesting."

Wang Baichuan was speechless, and explained: "This is called a mortar. Tell me which girl you are!"

The girl rolled her eyes wide, returned to Wang Baichuan, and waved her small arms vigorously: "Hey, my name is Chang Hongying, don't look down on me, I am the squad leader of the Eighth Route Army!"

"Squad leader? Hahaha." The tired one was drinking water, and a mouthful of water spewed out immediately.
Wang Baichuan who was next to him was also stunned for a moment: "I heard that there is a children's group on the Eighth Road. Let me ask you. How many kids do you have under your command?"

"Not many, just a dozen or so." The girl thought for a while, and said honestly, "They will come here in two days."

Wang Baichuan was overjoyed, and glanced at the distance to the north. There were more ridges in the open field as distance markings. The artillery observers were already collecting the tape measure, and the preparations were done.

Before the war, I had nothing to do anyway, so I thought it would be good to tease this little girl, so I immediately said solemnly: "Let me tell you, this is called a mortar, the cannon that everyone often calls, that is called a howitzer, the little devil's." It’s called a mountain cannon. The small cannon is called a projectile.”

Not long after, a team from the south carrying ammunition for the friendly army just came back. Li Xiang, who was walking in front, was carrying the cannon barrel, and Wan, who was behind, carried a seat board on his thin back and chattered all the way. Behind them, the second battalion and the ninth There are more than ten soldiers in each battalion, carrying a dozen boxes of shells on their shoulders.
The girl counted the boxes carefully with big eyes, more than ten boxes!I counted with my fingers several times.
That's more than 30 rounds
There are also several iron boxes with bullets inside.
Saying that the national army is rich is definitely not bragging, that Commander Long is really generous!
Thanks to the angry 尐, add two chapters...

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