Bright Sword: Infinite Logistics

Jiang Village is now the base of the new 13th Regiment of the stubborn army. Due to the big move of the 13th Independent Brigade tonight, the commander of the new th Regiment took a large force to participate in the action, leaving only a few dozen people in the village.

Logically speaking, in this situation where the main force is away and the small forces are guarding the camp, they should be more vigilant. But everyone knows that there are only the Eighth Route Army nearby, and they are also fighting against the Eighth Route Army this time. The main force has already rushed over, and although they are only a few miles away from the battlefield, this battle has nothing to do with them.

Therefore, Jiang Village's defenses were not as strong as a rock, but they were better than nothing. Only one group of sentinels was still guarding the village entrance in the cold wind. The rest had already eaten dinner, took off their military caps, washed their hands and feet, and returned to the barracks. If it weren't for the thunder of gunfire just now, most people would still be asleep.

The regiment commander was not there, the platoon leader was not in charge, and the sentry was naturally not very serious about standing guard. The two of them gathered together and chatted casually until they heard dense explosions in the distance. One of them became excited and rubbed his hands: "The sound of the artillery is so loud! Hey, squad leader, when we fought the Japanese near Taiyuan, did you see this scene?"

"I've seen it. The Japanese cannons are big and powerful, much more ferocious than this. Each explosion lasts for several sticks of incense." Another man leaned his rifle against the wall and put his hands into his sleeves. "But don't get excited, kid. Less than half of the entire brigade survived that year. This kind of scene is still rare."

"Then squad leader, the Eighth Route Army's artillery attack is so fierce this time, we shouldn't be defeated, right?"

The squad leader shook his head: "After all, there are three regiments of soldiers, and it's dark now. No matter how strong the firepower of the Eighth Route Army is, it won't have any effect. You should be at ease."

"I feel relieved if the squad leader says so."

The sentry laughed a few times and imitated the squad leader to put his gun against the wall. But before he could pull his hand back, he heard the squad leader's scolding: "Stupid! Who told you to put your gun down? Pick it up!"

"Squad leader, you didn't say..."

"It's late at night, no one can see far. Aren't you afraid that the scattered Eighth Route Army will infiltrate? Keep a close eye on them! The snow is falling like this, making it easier for them to sneak in." The squad leader said, his tone a little softer: "It will be tonight. I saw that the sky was quite cloudy during the day. It will definitely snow heavily in the next two days."

The sentry rubbed his hands reluctantly and took the rifle back in his hand. The first snow of this year came not too late, but it was still too light to leave many traces. He would rather the snow was heavier now: the Eighth Route Army was very poor and had no extra white cloth to cover their tracks in the snow.

The two continued to find topics to talk about. Being bored while on guard duty was the best situation, which meant there was no danger, and they just needed to find a chance to chat and relieve their boredom. Once something went wrong, they might even lose their lives.

I don't know how much time has passed, the sound of the gunfire in the distance has gradually died down, and the two have almost finished talking about the topic. Then, the footsteps of several people were heard from the direction of the village, openly and openly, with no intention of hiding anything.

"Hey, Old Huang, why are we changing shifts so quickly today?" The sentry turned around and looked at the three figures coming from behind him, wondering, "Why are you bringing one more person?"

"Who?" The squad leader immediately picked up his rifle, lowered his body, and asked in a low voice. This action made the sentry react, and he picked up the rifle in his hand and pulled the bolt to load the gun.

The three figures realized they were exposed and stopped pretending. Two of them rushed over directly, and another one pulled out a revolver from behind, put it on his shoulder and aimed directly at the two sentries.

Snapped!
Just as both sides were about to open fire, the squad leader was quick-witted and knocked the sentry's rifle off balance, nearly causing it to slip out of his hand. He then threw his own gun to the ground and raised his hands: "Show mercy! We don't want to go against Master Ba, we're being forced!"

The squad leader was halfway through his words when the sentry saw the two men rushing over: both were wearing colorful camouflage uniforms and steel helmets covered with helmet cloth. One of them had already grasped the bayonet at his waist, and the other had opened the muzzle of the Mauser pistol in his hand.

"Don't move, put down your weapon."

The two men rushed over, quickly disarmed and searched the two sentries, and signaled to the third man who was on guard not far away. The third man also turned around and waved his hand.

"This……"

The two held-down sentinels looked at the dark mass of people not far away, at least hundreds of them, and couldn't help but feel lucky. If the gunshots had just been fired and the people at the entrance of the village had launched a strong attack, these hundreds of people would definitely have been able to feed them with bullets.

"Well done." The instructor of the fourth company came over with a gun in hand, patted the shoulder of the soldier who was circling the back to check the sentry, and then looked at the two captured sentries: "Are you the only ones standing guard tonight?"

"Yes, just us. Everyone else is in the barracks, the fourth and fifth yards on the left from here."

The instructor nodded and looked at the others around him: "According to the plan, take control of the village first and try to capture everyone."

"Yes!"

A group of squad leaders led their troops into the village quickly, blocked the roads, searched the houses, and had clear goals and clear division of labor. Another person brought up a poor guy who didn't fit in with the style of painting and didn't even know where his military cap fell off during the forced march.

The sentry immediately screamed in a low voice: "Commander!"

The instructor nodded with satisfaction after seeing the sentry's reaction. He didn't expect the newly captured commander of the 13th Regiment to be loyal or to persuade many people to surrender. As long as the commander, who was usually high and mighty, appeared here and could intimidate the prisoners, that would be enough.

As for private contact? Forget it.

The soldiers quickly took control of the village, and the defenders in the barracks had no chance to resist before they were disarmed and dragged out. Some of them were in dishevel, with bare thighs, shivering in the cold wind.

"Instructor, everyone is here. What should we do?" A squad leader came running over to report the situation.

The instructor waved his hand and said, "Take as much ammunition as you can. Let the soldiers stay here and deal with them after the battle is over. Take all the officers away and release them after a while to prevent them from causing trouble after contacting the prisoners."

"This... We just asked, and no one dared to identify the officer..."

"Why do you need to identify them? If you don't have the right clothes, just take them away. Can a person who can cover himself with a thick blanket have a low status? You have forgotten your hard life because you put on new clothes!"

With the instructor's reminder, the squad leader reacted immediately. Without saying a word, he turned around and went back to catch the man, which made several people in the company laugh.

Seeing that the situation had completely stabilized, the deputy company commander asked, "Instructor, how should we fight next? We have already taken Jiang Village, and the fifth company has gone to Chengnan Village. Should we join up with the sixth company?"

"Yes. We haven't found the man named Tian here. He either went to Chengnan Village and ran into the Fifth Company, or he led his men to retreat and ran into the Sixth Company. The Sixth Company is facing a large number of defeated soldiers, and the pressure is already high. The sooner we get there, the better."

……

"Assemble! Pursue the enemy as quickly as possible and reinforce the Sixth Company!"

At the same time, in Chengnan Village, the commander of the fifth company also issued the same order with a gloomy face.

Tian Qiqing was an excellent escapee, and his speed was beyond imagination. When the fifth company arrived at Chengnan Village, they found that they had come to nothing: Tian Qiqing had taken the defenders there first and fled to the east.

"Damn it, this old guy is really quick. I don't know if the Sixth Company can stop him." (End of this chapter)