Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

It is undeniable that the little devil in charge of the investigation who is a bit verbose, greedy, and can't control his mouth, he really looks at problems from a different angle, and his ability to analyze problems is also very strong.

His point of view surpassed the speculation of most little devils, and it was also the deduction closest to the truth.

It's just that he is one foot taller and Qiao Lin is one foot taller.

Qiao Lin had already predicted his prediction and successfully led him to a fork in the road, and with his mouth, the staff officer also took a fork in the road.

The whole night, Qiao Lin was writing hard at his desk. The work Li Yunlong entrusted to him made him stay up all night on the first day he returned to the regiment headquarters.

"Yo, haven't you slept yet?"

The door was pushed open, Li Yunlong poked his head in, and asked exaggeratedly.

"Thanks to you, I can't sleep."

Qiaolin gave him a sad look and continued writing.

"Young people are full of firepower and are not afraid to stay up late."

Li Yunlong didn't care.

"It's finished, take it away."

A few minutes later, Qiao Lin handed over a thick stack of papers to Li Yunlong.

"It's pretty fast, after all, it's a young man."

Li Yunlong boasted casually, then looked down.

The content is very detailed, well-organized, and even the key points are marked.

"It's well written, and the leader approves that you can sleep for a while during the day."

As Li Yunlong said, he looked up and saw Qiao Lin lying on the table writing something again.

"Didn't you finish writing it? Why did you write it again?"

"For the Brigadier."

Jolin said helplessly.

When writing in the middle of the night, he suddenly remembered that he still owed the brigade commander a copy of training materials, so he had to catch up with Li Yunlong's mission first, and then the brigade commander's mission.

Fortunately, there was a printing machine in the brigade headquarters, so he only had to write one copy. If every subordinate unit of the [-]th Brigade had to write a copy, then his hand would be useless.

"Poor boy, isn't the brigade commander a bully?"

Li Yunlong sighed and complained for Qiao Lin.

"Regiment commander, compared with the brigade commander, it seems that you are more bullying?"

Jolin said angrily.

"No way, work is important. Rest after finishing writing. You can sleep anytime. Call me when you're hungry. I'll make you something to eat."

Li Yunlong said helplessly that in the final analysis, he still felt sorry for Qiao Lin. He closed the door gently and went to the communication class.

The staff officer got up quickly after sleeping for two hours, and went to Fujiwara Kujo for instructions.

Under normal circumstances, Fujiwara Kujo would not get up until the sun was high, but now is an extraordinary period, and he is not qualified to sleep in.

When the staff officer entered, Fujiwara Kujo was sitting at the table with a very ugly face.

The big sweep started at noon yesterday, but half a day and a night passed without any progress.

The reason is very simple. It is precisely because of the delay during this period that the Eighth Route Army was given sufficient preparation time.

Not only did all the people in the sweeping area evacuate to a safe area, but the Eighth Route Army also built a defensive position.

Chapter 580

Since yesterday afternoon, the four wings of the Fujiwara brigade have encountered resistance to varying degrees and suffered considerable losses.

He originally wanted to use this raid to atone for his crimes, but he ran into trouble at the very beginning, how could he be in a good mood?

"What are you doing here? Have you found anything?"

Fujiwara Kujo looked at the staff officer and asked angrily.

"Your Excellency, I'm here to ask you for instructions, and I will go to the supply station to investigate today."

The staff officer stood by the wall and said cautiously.

"Is there no specific direction yet?"

Fujiwara Kujo seemed even more angry.

"Not yet, but I believe we will find out soon."

The staff officer hesitated for a moment, and answered with a lie.

"Remember, I only gave you ten days, and there are only nine days left from now. If you can't find out, then come to me to lead the death, and get out!"

Fujiwara Kujo threatened and reminded, and waved the staff officer to leave.

The staff officer bowed out of the room, wiped off his sweat, and let out a long breath.

Originally, he planned to report his transfer progress to Fujiwara Kujo.

After all, it is not an easy task to merge the two incidents together in one day and determine who did it.

Although this survey result was largely analyzed by others, the price of five small yellow croakers allowed him to take it as his own calmly.

He's here to take credit.

But after seeing Fujiwara Kujo's gloomy face, he suddenly changed his mind.

A day is too fast, isn't it?

With Fujiwara Kujo's temperament, would he believe it?

Ever since Fujiwara Kujo killed the staff officer in front of the staff yesterday, he felt that this person was crazy and could no longer be measured by common sense.

So he temporarily decided to hide Fujiwara Kujo from the truth, put on a serious investigation posture, and waited until the time was right to tell him.

At the same time, the brigade headquarters of the [-]th brigade was also very busy.

Since the little devils started to mop up, Brigadier Chen moved the office from the command room to the staff department, and merged the telegraph room.

In this way, the time for information transmission and reporting can be saved, and the frontline battle can be understood and instructions can be given in the first time.

From the current point of view, the defense against the little devil is still very effective. The two sides exchanged fire from noon yesterday until early this morning.

But this does not mean that the Eighth Route Army has already taken advantage.

According to the troops dispatched by the little devils and the scope of the sweep, it can be judged that the scale of this time will definitely not be small, and it may last for a while.

Since it was a long sweep, the little devil must be well prepared, especially in terms of ammunition and supplies.

Now it is just the beginning of fighting, and over time, the disadvantages of the Eighth Route Army will become apparent.

In other words, the further back, the more passive the Eighth Route Army will be, and the more difficult the anti-sweeping battle will be.

"Contact the division headquarters. The enemy is likely to launch a storm at noon. Judging from the current situation, it can be resisted temporarily, but the follow-up ammunition must be replenished in time, otherwise a gap will be opened by the enemy's heavy firepower. The first The defense line may collapse!"

Brigadier Chen carefully studied the attack direction of the little devil's troops, as well as the current firepower intensity, and made a judgment on the situation on the battlefield.

In the matter of war, the fight is all about firepower, and whoever has the most firepower will have the upper hand.

Obviously, the little devil has an advantage in this respect.

The Eighth Route Army can't afford ammunition, so they can only fight for will and momentum.

Fight until the little devil loses his fighting spirit and morale, then the battle is considered a victory.

From the very beginning, the Eighth Route Army had no plan to wipe out these little devils.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't.

The gap between the two sides is really too big.

Being able to hold the base area and protect the masses is already the limit.

While the front line was in full swing, the independent regiment staying behind was still as idle as ever.

From the first battalion to the sixth battalion, apart from normal tactical training, there is nothing else to do every day.

For the vast majority of recruits, the only form of entertainment was listening to veterans tell stories about past wars.

At noon, the soldiers of the communication squad from the regiment headquarters entered the camps of the battalions one after another.

"Big drill? What is this thing?"

Zhang Dabiao, the commander of the first battalion, looked at the document in his hand and was at a loss.

When the soldiers of the communication class handed him the document, they also specially conveyed the instructions of the regiment leader:

It must be carefully studied and implemented.

"It seems that the battalions will compete with each other and practice combat."

Instructor Wang Mingcheng looked it over and roughly understood it.

"Contest? Then who can compare with our battalion? Big sword..."

Zhang Dabiao was full of confidence at the beginning, but he stopped halfway through his words.

The current battalion is no longer the previous battalion.

Since the First Battle of Wuyakou, the First Battalion was basically abolished.

A total of 50 soldiers with combat experience in the whole battalion went to the battlefield, and only [-] returned in the end.

It has been more than half a month, and half of the wounded have not recovered.

Although Li Yunlong added new troops to the first battalion later, they were all recruits.

The current recruits of the first battalion account for more than 90.00% five, which can be said to be the worst combat effectiveness among the six battalions of the whole regiment.

The Broadsword Team that Zhang Dabiao was proud of in the past no longer exists.

It is no exaggeration to say that the current First Battalion of the Independent Regiment is no different from the new battalion.

The regiment headquarters suddenly issued such a document to carry out the big competition. On the surface, it is to promote the training of the soldiers of the whole regiment to be more suitable for actual combat.

However, due to the disparity in strength between the battalions, this contest was unfair.