Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

Chapter 22
"Hahaha, it's really a dog who can't change eating shit. This old devil Sakata still looks like this after suffering a loss."

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

A communication antenna was soon erected on the top of the mountain, and Sakata's temporary command post was set up in this way.

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

He really couldn't figure out why Sakata Shinzhe had lost so many soldiers so arrogantly facing his command post in the face of his position.

"Sakata, Sakata, Kong Er's idiot's weapon was blocked with your head. Whether I can continue to be the head of the regiment depends on whether the brigade commander wants your head to be used as a chamber 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 Eighth Route Army's defensive troops on the opposite side had no heavy firepower.

Even with some ammunition hidden, this location is beyond the range of their [-]mm mortars, and his command post is safe here.

Secondly, in his stereotype, he is the offensive side and the defensive side.

When the quality of weapons and materials and the quality of individual soldiers are not superior, it is already the limit for the commander on the opposite side to be able to stick to it, so how can it be possible to attack.

In the end, in this blocking battle, the samurai of the brother country of the Great Japanese Locust Army were a little frustrated, and the fighting will of the troops was not as high as it was when the sweep was just started.

He established the command post in a place where all soldiers of his brother country can see it, just to tell his warriors that their commander is with them.

It's a pity that Shinzhe Sakata never expected that his opponent would be a man who would seize every opportunity on the battlefield.

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

Li Yunlong said to Hu Zi, the guard beside him, "Go and call Wang Chengzhu over here."

After a while, a man with a big head and a round face came running from a distance. It was Wang Chengzhu, the best gunner of the Xinyi Regiment.

"Reporting to the head of the group, Wang Chengzhu is waiting for 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? The tent must be the headquarters of the little devil."

"Bringing the headquarters so close is not just a slap in the face of my old Li, it's a look down on the artillerymen of our new regiment."

"The mortar I asked for from Director Huang is not for cubs. You have to come out with this tone."

Hearing what Li Yunlong said, although he knew that the head of the group was irritating him, he was still very angry.

"Is your cannon within reach?"

We all know that if someone gives you the thumbs up, they're not necessarily complimenting you, they're probably trying to fuck you.

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 gave a thumbs up, closed his left eye, and aimed his right eye at the left side of the thumb, aiming at the target.

Then keep the various postures of the body unchanged, then close the right eye and open the left eye.

Multiply the distance of the object seen by the two eyes by 10, which is the approximate distance of the measured target.

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

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

According to Wang Chengzhu's visual inspection, the devil's command post is more than two kilometers away from here, and his [-]mm mortar can't reach there.

"This little devil is cunning enough to set the headquarters out of our range. How about it, think of a way and shoot him."

Wang Chengzhu narrowed his eyes and calculated the distance in his head.

"Commander, if only my cannon is still there, you can send my cannon to the logistics department for replacement. If we want to fight now, we have to advance 500 meters."

"Damn it, you have the nerve to say, didn't I replace six mortars for you? Cut the fucking nonsense, I'll send you to the position you want, are you sure?"

"There is, but there is."

Seeing Wang Chengzhu's scruples, Li Yunlong said to him: "You kid, why are you mother-in-law and mother-in-law? If you have something to say, what are you talking about?"

"Captain, we only have two shells left!"

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

Whether it is offensive or defensive, his task is always the heaviest.

Not only must you keep an eye on the enemy's light and heavy machine gun firepower, but also deal with the enemy's grenadier mortars, and help the infantry share the pressure when you are free.

Every time the artillery was fired, it was necessary to move the mortar with it, and Li Yunlong's shout was often heard before stopping for a few seconds.

Zhuzi, you fucking kill this heavy machine gun, Zhuzi, you are blind and blow up that grenadier for me.

Wang Chengzhu dared to touch his conscience and said that not a single shell was wasted, and his shells were timely rain for the troops.

Seeing Wang Chengzhu cautiously, shrinking his neck and preparing to be scolded, Li Yunlong was furious.

He understands the truth, but scolding is still necessary.

"What did you say? Damn, you prodigal son, why don't you take it easy. You think my family runs a military factory?"

After training Wang Chengzhu, Li Yunlong knew the truth of using both hard and soft sticks and sweet dates, and he should not be too nervous before the battle.

"Hey, when the battle is over, I'll give you half a catty of roasted sweet potatoes. And when the time comes, I'll personally take you to the logistics department to ask Director Huang for a long-range, thick cannon."

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

"I'm ugly to say that if you miss in the front, don't say that the sweet potatoes are burnt, we all have to die here, do you understand?"

"Yes, the task is guaranteed to be completed!"

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

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

He needs to decide with the three battalion commanders the specific attack route, firepower preparation, candidates for the first attack team, and the deployment of guards on both wings.

Although none of the battalion commanders of the new regiment had studied systematically, the regiment leader himself was also a rough man.

But their actual combat experience is very rich, and they were cadres of other troops before forming a regiment.

In the front-line troops of this era, the cadres of the Eighth Route Army have never had a job, and they are all good at each other.

They are often able to quickly familiarize themselves with the environment, have a strong sense of the battlefield, and can seize ever-changing fighter opportunities.

Only in this way can we survive in the cracks in enemy-occupied areas, sometimes winning with the few.For them, the pre-war meeting can only be completed in a few minutes at most.

After the meeting, the battalion commanders communicated the specific combat arrangements, including preparations to deal with unexpected fallbacks.

Li Yunlong went to Zhang Dabiao to ask about the situation of the commando.

"Zhang Dabiao, how is the commando preparing?"

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

They are the sharp knives for the troops to tear apart the enemy's body, the scouts for detecting the distribution of the enemy's personnel, and the shields for protecting comrades in arms.

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

This kind of stabbing task is to choose the person with the best physical fitness and the highest fighting will in the company.

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.

"Leader, just look at it. We are not as good as little devils when it comes to firearms. But when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, we Chinese are his ancestors! Today we will teach little devils how to be human and how to respect their grandfathers."

"Haha, you have to show the momentum of the Broadsword Team back then, chop off a few more devils' heads, and give me a long face."

"500 meters ahead, the troops attack 500 meters forward. Hold there and buy time for the artillery!"

(End of this chapter)