Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

In case of saying something wrong, it is likely to cause Johnson to play crazily, and finally throw the blame on himself.

"Smith, that old man, got a bargain this time. Our third and seventh divisions have to follow his orders. Hehe, what does the first marine division have? I just don't have that chance, otherwise the peninsula The war is long over!"

Johnson is still venting his dissatisfaction.

Before he got up this morning, he was awakened by the sound of artillery from the north. After figuring out that it was the volunteers who launched an attack at the first line of defense, the Sixth Regiment of the Third Division stationed in Liutanli as the second line of defense did not feel any pain. any panic.

After all, the location of the exchange of fire was still ten kilometers away from them. Unless it was bombed by volunteer planes, they would not be able to threaten them at all.

As far as Johnson knew, the Volunteer Army did not have any weapons that could fly into the air, so he continued to pull up the quilt and sleep soundly, and ordered the officers and soldiers of the Sixth Regiment to eat and sleep, and not to panic.

Unexpectedly, before he could close his eyes, the adjutant directly stuffed the phone into his bed.

The call was made by division commander Jack, who directly ordered John to lead the Sixth Regiment to advance five kilometers north to deal with the volunteers who might break through the first line of defense at any time.

Although Johnson was full of dissatisfaction, he still had to obey the commander's orders. After a flurry, he hurried into the jeep and led the troops northward.

The defense was pushing north, which seemed to mean that a big battle was coming, but Johnson didn't want to bother with it.

Due to the replacement of the new station, the tent and kitchen were not ready, which annoyed Johnson, who didn't even have time to eat breakfast.

Chapter 87 Transfer twice in one day

He was blown by the cold wind in the morning for half an hour, and his adjutant was also scolded by him for half an hour.

When the first cup of warm milk and an egg and ham sandwich was delivered to him, Johnson finally stopped venting his anger and chose to eat to fill his stomach first, otherwise his teeth would freeze.

Johnson, who was full of food and drink, began to inspect the camp with a pipe in his mouth as usual, which was his daily work.

Because only in this way can he find a sense of MacArthur commanding tens of millions of troops, even though he can only command more than 2000 troops.

What is directly proportional to Johnson's self-confidence is his stubbornness. Although Chief of Staff David and others have repeatedly persuaded him not to remove all supplies and ammunition from the car, if he changes positions again, he will not have to be as busy as this morning .

But Johnson believed that the position would not be changed here, so he vetoed everyone's suggestions on his own, ordered the soldiers to remove all supplies and ammunition from the vehicles, and then began to dig trenches and build fortifications.

The soil in winter on the peninsula is almost as hard as steel. Before the rice army soldiers had time to rest after digging the trenches, Johnson ordered again to put all the excavated soil into sandbags and place them in front of the trenches.

Although David and others took turns to persuade them that there is no need to be so laborious, and that mounding the soil on the edge of the trench with an engineer shovel can also play the role of sandbags, they were still rejected by Johnson on the grounds that it looked more beautiful. .

After the sandbags were placed, a new problem arose. Originally, the depth of the trenches was dug according to the standard. Now with the addition of sandbags, the soldiers could not see the outside situation at all in the trenches.

Not to mention holding a gun, even climbing out is difficult.

Just when Johnson was planning to dig a trench with a moderate depth again, all the officers of the regiment jointly suggested that they only need to throw the raised sandbags into the trench.

"I just put my strategic thinking on the whole war and didn't pay attention to these details."

After re-changing the depth of the trenches, Johnson justified himself in this way.

David has complained to other officers more than once in private, following an officer like Johnson on the battlefield, it is really God's blessing to survive.

The whole morning was spent digging and filling holes.

At noon, the soldiers of the Rice Army of the Sixth Regiment had a hasty lunch and then devoted themselves to Johnson's firepower arrangement.

He requested that the regiment's four howitzers be placed on the outermost perimeter of the line of defense, so that they can take the lead in launching artillery strikes when encountering volunteers.

In fact, David really wanted to ask him, if there was such a plan long ago, why didn't he just pull the howitzer and shells to the designated position when the ammunition was first unloaded.

The second is that the 65 heavy machine guns of the whole regiment are all concentrated and arranged behind the howitzers, so that even if the volunteers dodge the artillery fire, it is difficult to avoid the heavy machine guns.

In the end, all the infantry were arranged into the trenches, ready to ambush after the heavy machine gun group fired.

Frankly speaking, there is no bright spot in this arrangement. It can even be said that Johnson single-handedly lowered the overall IQ level of the commanders of the US Army.

Unless the number of volunteers encountered is only one battalion or even less, under the charge of a large group, Johnson's Sixth Regiment will first lose four howitzers.

Then there were 65 heavy machine guns, and in the end the infantry were stuck in the trenches and ate bullets one by one.

Of course, Johnson, who has a worrying IQ, also attaches great importance to his own safety. He specially arranged a company of infantry to protect himself.

And he himself was sitting in the jeep. If the volunteers crossed the trenches, he could drive away at any time.

Watching the soldiers carrying weapons and ammunition to the outer positions, David really didn't understand the significance of this trench.

But he didn't dare to raise objections. His past lessons made him very clear that if he made Johnson unhappy, then he would most likely be sent to the front line as a heavy machine gunner, or even to load a howitzer with shells.

As a result, before the ideal position conceived by Johnson was completed, the superior called again and ordered Johnson to lead the team to withdraw southward and rush to the headquarters of the First Marine Division in Wulaoli.

After Johnson hung up the phone, he cursed at first, and then ordered the six regiments to retreat.

The soldiers of the rice army carried hundreds of catties of ammunition boxes to the truck, lamenting that their day was really fulfilling, and the porters on the dock were never so tired.

After finally packing up all the arranged weapons, Johnson gave another order.

He demanded that all the previously dug trenches be filled in.

For this order, no one can understand, and no one is willing to carry out.

After all, fortifications such as trenches are very useful for combat. Even if the Sixth Regiment retreats, the rice army troops who came to take over the defense will also be able to use them. Why do they have to be filled?

It wasn't until Johnson pulled out his own gun that the soldiers reluctantly began to fill in the hole.

Johnson's reason is simple. Anyone can use the hole he dug himself, not even friendly troops.

At this moment, Johnson was sitting in the jeep, followed by a group of soldiers who were almost exhausted and paralyzed.

"Yes, yes, the head of the regiment is extremely alert and talented, who doesn't know who in our Mi Army?"

Hearing Johnson boasting, David complimented absent-mindedly.

Johnson is indeed well-known in the entire military system of the US Army, but he is known for his idiots and idiots.

If Johnson's uncle was not the commander of the Fifth Army, he would have been assigned to the stables to feed the horses.

"Could it be that the old guy found out that I molested Jack's daughter at the last reception? Is this why he deliberately took revenge on me?"

Seeing that he was about to go to Wulaoli, but Johnson was still struggling with why he was transferred twice in one day. He seriously suspected that he was deliberately retaliated after molesting the teacher's daughter in China last time.

Compared with the head of the regiment's wild thoughts, Chief of Staff David's mood is much more relaxed.

The battle in the north has already begun, and the intensity of the battle can be seen from the sound of artillery fire that rang out all morning.

Instead of following an idiot commander like Johnson to the front line to die, it would be much safer to retreat to the headquarters in the south.

"Actually, I'm not interested in Jack's immortal daughter. It's just that I drank too much last time and couldn't control it!"

Johnson was still explaining to himself.

David quietly rolled his eyes, and said to himself, you can ask the teacher to explain this, what are you talking about?

It was less than three kilometers away from the headquarters compound. Johnson picked up the binoculars hanging on his chest and looked at it.

The compound is still the same compound, no one can be seen, everything is quiet, and there seems to be no problem.

"I eat bacon rice at night, and I don't eat much at noon!"

Johnson smacked his mouth and began to think about what to have for dinner.

David couldn't help rolling his eyes again, thinking that after the battle was over, he must report to his superiors and request to be transferred from the Sixth Regiment.

He is also a deputy regimental rank now, but as long as he can leave Johnson, he will accept it even if he is demoted to the front line to become a battalion commander.

Chapter 88 Arriving at the gate of the headquarters

At four twenty, Jolin could already hear the sound of cars driving.

Since the tractor is towing four howitzers, the speed of Johnson's troops is not fast. Even if all the members are sitting in the vehicle, they are only a little faster than walking.

At this time, the sun is about to set.

A ray of afterglow shone on the mountain, shaking Johnson so much that he couldn't even open his eyes.

Looking around, the headquarters compound and the surrounding mountains were all shrouded in a halo, and it was impossible to see the specific situation clearly.

On the contrary, it was the dark blade fighters hiding in the forest, and small black dots gradually appeared in their vision.

When these black spots get bigger and bigger, it can be distinguished that they are military trucks, and all the people on the trucks are people.

"How to do?"

Wu Qianli squatted beside Qiao Lin, stretched his neck, looked straight ahead and said.

The enemy army is less than two kilometers away from the compound, and at the speed of the opponent's march, it will take at most another 10 minutes to reach the compound.

"Don't worry, look at them, they don't know what happened yet, if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move."

Qiao Lin shook his head without any nervousness.

The system made him persist for 72 hours, and he believed that the first wave of enemies that came to him should not be too difficult to deal with.

"Platoon leader, I found out that the enemy army has fifty trucks and four howitzers, and no other abnormalities have been found!"

Huang Dachuan, who was sent to the front to investigate the enemy's situation, would send someone to report the situation every 10 minutes, and this time he ran back by himself.

"Fifty trucks? That should be the strength of a regiment."

Qiao Lin simply calculated and immediately deduced the strength of the enemy army.

"A regiment?"

Wu Qianli and Lei Gong looked at each other and smiled wryly.

Ever since Dark Blade began its mission, it has never once encountered an enemy army with a smaller number than its own, not to mention the enemy troops of several companies, they were all small scenes.

Just talking about today, the enemy's headquarters was attacked first, and the enemy's infantry regiment was guarding, and now another regiment has come. Is this considered God's favor?

"Hi! My friends, here I come!"

When approaching the gate, Johnson stood up from the car and shouted with open arms.

It seemed that flowers and applause greeted him the next moment.

But after waiting for a long time, the scene he was looking forward to did not appear. Just when he secretly complained that the headquarters was too big and didn't come out to greet him, the jeep stopped suddenly.

Johnson, whose center of gravity was unstable, was almost thrown out. Just as he was about to reprimand the driver, a sudden force came from his back, pulling him to sit down directly.

Johnson, who pays attention to diet, is more plump. After he sat down, the sharp pain from his back quickly hit his whole body. He felt that his spine was about to be broken, and he couldn't help but let out a wail.

The whole person was stuck in the space of less than half a square meter in front of the passenger seat. Except for the right hand and the neck, other parts could not even move.

It was Chief of Staff David who pulled him. God knows whether David had the idea of ​​revenge for his personal revenge after using so much effort.

"Leader, don't move around, there is a problem ahead!"