Bright Sword Military System

Chapter 117 Documents
The lean fighter is called Wang Zhisheng, and he was selected by the Wangjiazhuang District Team in Licheng County.

There are not many other things in Wangjiazhuang, but there are many stones. Before the devils came, it was a stone business area, and there were not many crop growers, and every household was mining stones.Most of the stone mills, stone tables, and stone tablets came from Wangjiazhuang.

After the devils came, Wangjiazhuang took advantage of its strengths. In addition to continuing to produce stone supplies for troops and villagers, it also produced stone mines.

It's just that Wang Zhisheng is a bit of an idler, he's not like other people making landmines with stones.

The words he often talked about were: "How tiring it is to make landmines with stones, and it may not be able to explode after a long time! The devils are full of landmines, so you can touch them and use them?"

What Wang Zhisheng was talking about was the landmines planted by the devils on the side of the traffic line near the red zone to prevent the guerrillas from hacking the railway.

The captain retorted: "How many do you have the ability to touch? Who can't talk?"

As a result, Wang Zhisheng really did just that. He would bring back a few landmines every once in a while, which was much faster than making landmines by local methods.

Later, when the captain saw that Wang Zhisheng hadn't brought back any landmines when he went out several times, he was a little surprised: "Wang Zhisheng, the market is not good recently?"

"Where?" Wang Zhisheng replied: "I was thinking about it. If I touch a landmine and bring it back, don't I have to bury it in the ground to blow up the devils? Bring it and take it around without getting tired? So let's touch it now and bury it until the devils I went to the door of the house, so I can bury a few more with the saved time!"

At first the captain thought that Wang Zhisheng was bragging, but who knows if he is buried?Don't just rely on his mouth!

Later, I got the news that the devils were always killed and injured by their own landmines during this period, which made people panic. Only then did I know that Wang Zhisheng hadn't lied.

The short soldier's name is Liu Dazuo, a martial arts student in the theater troupe, and doing somersaults, climbing up and down is commonplace.

Liu Dazuo was originally begging for work in the enemy-occupied area. Once he sang for the puppet army, and the puppet battalion commander went to the backstage to fiddle with Huadan. When he was injured, he rushed out while hiding and killing, and there is still a scar on his stomach from a [-]-year-old gun.

Wang Xuexin felt a little strange while flipping through the roster while listening to Huzi's report.

"Huzi, this group of recruits is not bad!" Wang Xuexin said, "Everyone has two hands!"

"That's right!" Huzi replied proudly, "Isn't this just relying on the name of the platoon leader?"

"My name? How do you say it?" Wang Xuexin asked puzzled.

Huzi came up happily and explained: "Platoon leader, the news about you beating Xue Yuyu last time has spread! There is also the story about beating Shanmaozi! So when we talk about replenishing soldiers, the county brigades and district squadrons, Everyone is scrambling to come. But there are not many people in our platoon, so we have to compete? The result is like this!"

Wang Xuexin nodded in satisfaction, perhaps this is the so-called celebrity effect.

Although Wang Xuexin doesn't care about this very much, who the hell wouldn't be happy if he can recruit a few good soldiers?

Because today's task is to build the anti-slope fortification, Wang Xuexin didn't have time to learn more, so he took the troops up the mountain after a quick look.

As soon as Li Yunlong stood on the top of the back mountain, he scolded: "Damn, this little Northeast really has some ink in his stomach. If this is an ordinary person, how could he think of giving up such a good terrain to the devil and go to the cave by himself?" Drill! Even if you think about it, you don’t dare to do it! Others want to be condescending, but he came to be condescending!”

The monk looked down suspiciously, and muttered, "Is it possible to fight like this? What if the devil throws a grenade at our position?"

Li Yunlong turned around and gave the monk a slap on the head: "You don't have a long memory or something? Do you remember the battle at Lijiapo?"

The monk remembered it as soon as Li Yunlong reminded him.

The Lijiapo Independence Regiment faced the Yamazaki Brigade "from the bottom up" in the first battle. It was very simple to prevent the devils from throwing grenades, that is, to pile up the other side of the fortification with soil.

Thinking of this monk, I feel a little depressed. Xiao Dongbei has already figured out the method and used it, but he is still stupidly unable to connect.

In fact, Li Yunlong didn't have the nerve to say that if he hadn't had the experience of Lijiapo's World War I, he probably wouldn't have understood Wang Xuexin's back-slope tactic.

"That's why we say 'soldiers have impermanence, water has impermanence'!" Zhao Gang exclaimed.

"What situation and shape?" Li Yunlong asked while touching his head.

"It is to use troops to fight and adopt flexible and maneuverable strategies and tactics according to the changes of the enemy's situation!" Zhao Gang explained: "You can't stick to the rules and stick to one tactic!"

"That makes sense!" Li Yunlong raised his chin in dissatisfaction: "The style is both watery and powerful, are you tired?"

Zhao Gang could only smile wryly.

What Li Yunlong admired was the ink in Xiao Dongbei's stomach, but the ink in Zhao Gang's stomach was the object of contempt.

At this time, Wang Xuexin came up with his troops carrying hoes, shovels and the like.

Li Yunlong hurriedly waved his hands and shouted from afar: "Xiao Dongbei, here it is!"

When Wang Xuexin approached, Li Yunlong waved his hand and said, "I leave this land to you, and you have the final say on your tactics. As the regiment leader, I won't argue with you. You can do whatever you want!"

"There's more!" Zhao Gang called out more than ten meters away: "Old Wu!"

The instructor who was organizing the troops ran over in response.

Zhao Gang explained: "The chief specifically told us that we should record our ideas and processes in detail as we work, so that we can better apply tactics to other positions. Our troops are not very literate, so Instructor Wu will temporarily complete the records as a document. Work!"

"Yes!" The instructor stepped forward and replied, "I promise to complete the task!"

Then he walked in front of Wang Xuexin, shook hands with Wang Xuexin cheerfully, took out his notebook and pen to get ready, and said, "Comrade Wang Xuexin, where do we start?"

Wang Xuexin let out an "uh"... I'm really not used to this shit.

Usually, the instructors stand on the top and talk about this and that, and the soldiers are below with small notebooks.

All of a sudden, Wang Xuexin asked the instructor to remember. This role change is a bit fast!
The instructor seemed to have seen through Wang Xuexin's thoughts. He pushed his glasses and said, "Don't be restrained. If you have any ideas, just say it...just treat me as a clerk. We are the Eighth Route Army, and we don't engage in bureaucracy. It's the same as a soldier, but the responsibilities are different. So don't have any psychological burden..."

Li Yunlong's jaw almost dropped when he heard these words, he secretly pulled Zhao Gang aside: "I said, Lao Zhao, do you really want the instructor to be suitable as a clericalist? This has not started to memorize and it has been involved in ideological work! What can Xiao Dongbei do with such a document?"

Zhao Gang sighed helplessly: "I'll go and tell him, he's used to doing ideological work, and he hasn't recovered yet!"

(End of this chapter)