Li Huanzhang and the soldiers brought the seized messy guns, including clothes stripped from the bandits. The common people and the prisoners carried the wounded and hurried eastward along the path up the plain.

All the villages gathered together.

There were still some people in the team who were slightly injured and bandaged without leaving. They sat in the spring sunshine and maintained their formation. The dark crowd sat in the spring sunshine.

In their respective companies, there was still a buzzing noise, and occasionally looking up at the correspondents and armed team members running back and forth in the village.

The devils are coming!

According to the usual practice, as long as the Japanese knew that they were coming to sweep the raid, the team had to be transferred. Today, the three battalion commanders seemed to have no intention of transfer!

The first battalion soldier Wen Wuquan was sitting in the team of Luo Fugui Company in the ninth battalion, constantly looking around.

From time to time, he greeted his comrades in the company who were close to him.

Unfortunately, the Tiedan platoon leader on the opposite side had no intention of letting him go back for a company. He also quietly told him that he must follow Li Xiang more and must learn the key points of shooting grenade launchers and mortars...

When he goes back, he will be promoted to the platoon leader!

Wen Wuquan lowered his head in the sun and sorted out his equipment, deliberately letting the soldiers beside him see the shell gun on his shoulder.

According to the platoon leader of the Big Dog, it was useless to put the shell gun on the battlefield, but he didn't believe it at all in his heart?

Since the big dog said it was useless, the heavy responsibility of carrying a shell gun fell on him. When he heard that the Japanese were coming, he quickly pulled it out and pretended to wipe it.

Last night, he criticized the bandits to attack the village in the north and killed more than a dozen bandits who entered the village. Unfortunately, he didn't catch any bullets on the dead bandits!

When the bandit retreated, he took away most of the things on the corpse, and he had no share of the rest.

However, when he was pursuing the bandits in the north of the village, he nervously shot down a bandit. When cleaning the battlefield, he told the big dog that he had killed a bandit.

The big dog was very happy. With a wave of his hand, he asked him to stab the seriously injured bandit directly onto the Queen of the West. The big dog said that everything on the body belonged to him, and no one expressed his opinion on it. The national army under the big dog was very righteous and distributed some bullets to him.

So, he now has forty-three bullets in his bullet bag for the first time, and he has counted them several times.

The bullets carried five bullets in each small bag, and they hit his chest heavily while walking. This feeling made him very excited.

There were eight bullets with round-headed bullets of the trumpet pistol, and I felt a little regretful. I couldn’t get ten rounds, otherwise there would be as many in each small bag!

I was satisfied with the bullets, but unfortunately there were not so many bridges, so I could only put them in the bullet bag in a scattered manner.

Some of them envied other comrades who had Japanese cowhide bullet boxes. Although they were hidden under the clothes and couldn't see them, they could tell what was hidden inside at a glance...

I heard from the big dog that those guys are fools. How inconvenient is it to hide bullets in their clothes during the battle?

Tie a slip knot on the two cloth strips sewn on the bullet bag to prevent the bullets inside the marching from being lost.

All the rifle bullets were stuffed into the chamber one by one, and there was no problem with the caliber.

Occasionally I think of the bandit's eyes under the torch, helpless, panic, and despair...

When the bayonet stabbed the bandit's heart diagonally from its abdomen, the bandit finally howled and said to him: "Thank you..."

He still doesn't understand why the bandit said thank you.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look up at the platoon leader next to me. The platoon leader seemed to have tears on his dirty face...

Tiedan is indeed very sad.

This time, the company of soldiers he brought with him was killed more than 20, more than 30 minor and serious injuries, and more than half of the casualties!

Even though the Independent Regiment had killed more than 100 bandits and more than 200 prisoners, he still felt sorry for his sacrificed comrades.

The soldiers were his brothers of life and death. Many soldiers started from joining the Eighth Route Army and were training them. They were still joking with him before the war yesterday, saying that after returning to the mountains, they wanted to invite them to the most delicious barbecue in the mountains and drink the strongest wine.

I even made an appointment to wait for victory to find a wife together, give birth to more than a dozen boys, and then join the army to fight the Japanese...

He closed the eyes of each body with his own hands, dug a large pit with a engineer shovel, and personally shoveled the soil to bury the sacrificed soldiers on a small slope in the south where they could sunlight. He buried his comrades together, without a coffin, but just a wooden sign.

I heard from the soldiers of the Ninth Camp that the feng shui here is not very good. After victory, I will build a beautiful cemetery for them. It must be more grand than the cemetery of the richest landlord family in the ten miles and eight villages!

The war made a soldier mature quickly. The soldiers did not show fear because of the sacrifice of their comrades, and even deliberately no one mentioned the names of those comrades who died.

Just like Battalion Commander Hu, there is no smile on everyone's face, only unyielding perseverance!

A crow was croaking in the village, and Tiedan wanted to beat the crow into powder with one shot.

The independent regiment has been expanded. Judging from the situation of the Ninth Battalion, after he returns, he will definitely be the main company commander of the first battalion!

He is still the platoon leader and is temporarily under the command of Ma Liang.

On the plain, there is no need to train new recruits all day long. Unexpectedly, Li Xianglian, a ninth battalion, was actually a grenade boot company...

Although there are only a few grenade bolts, I heard that Lao Qin, who was left behind, also had mortars, and it is said that it was because there were no shells.

I heard that two more mortars were seized this time, one in the second battalion and the other in the ninth battalion, and there were no shells.

Battalion Commander Hu was really good at the soldiers in the first company and specially arranged for Ma Liang to take care of his platoon, treating all the food, use, and equipment equally.

If Wen Wuquan hadn't had the face, he wouldn't even have the chance to touch Li Xiang's mortar hidden, let alone the mantras he said when listening to Wan Zhang's fine artillery training this morning.

After he came back, he wrote all the mantras in his notebook. He secretly swore in his heart that he would get a mortar for the first battalion!

Ten thousand feet were ripe in the Ninth Battalion, and even the second battalion commander Gao Yidao personally gave him a seized watch this morning!

Battalion Commander Gao also told him not to let Battalion Commander Hu know...

Wanbaxi learned that Hu Yi was also the Eighth Route Army who was later surrendered to the National Army. He thought to himself that since everyone was a National Army in the past, it would be good to do it under Battalion Commander Hu, and it would be better than being accomplices of Ergouzi for a tiger.

It turned out that I always thought that the Eighth Route Army had no guns and bullets and had to fight with the Japanese in a meat battle with bayonets. After fighting several consecutive battles with the Eighth Route Army, I found that there were actually teams with strong combat power in the Eighth Route Army.

The two battalion commanders Gao Yidao and Wang Peng actually charged forward with bayonets. It seems that the rumors that the Eighth Route Army is not afraid of death are really not a joke!

The general is the courage of the soldiers... Alas... It's a pity... If those officials in the national army could be so unafraid of death, they could not beat the Japanese?

If I had become the battalion commander, I would never have been so stupid. The bullet on the battlefield would not have eyes.

If you want to say, like Battalion Commander Hu, he is a regular army. I heard that he never ordered his subordinates to charge with bayonets. Even if he attacked, he never fought a battle that he was unsure. He began to rely on firepower to suppress the enemy within two or three hundred meters.

When he thought of the battlefield, he immediately thought of his fellow villagers who fought to the death in Shandong, and he suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

Li Xiang next to Wanbaxiao asked: "Oh... I'm calling you, you're so stupid..."

Wanbaxu came to his senses: "Hehe, I'm distracted, what did you say just now?"

"There is nothing else. I just ask the mortar platoon of a battalion of the Kuomintang army for specific personnel configuration..."

Wan Zhangxi retracted his thoughts, looked at the large circle of heads around him, and thought for a while: "The general infantry regiment has a direct artillery company equipped with six eighty-two mortars, and then each battalion has two more, three battalions, a total of six, a total of twelve cannons.

There are fourteen people in a squad, ten people in an ordinary regiment, and the gun platoon is generally thirty-three people, the platoon leader, three squad leader, correspondent, observer, plus one gunner, second gunner, three gunner, a standard base shell of 120 rounds, and eight and a half pounds of shells plus boxes are more than one thousand pounds. Even if the shells are generally responsible for the transportation platoon, they have to be equipped with ten and eight ammunition hands..."

In detail, people around them kept making records on notebooks of all sizes.

If you can't write a word, type a cross or draw a circle...

Wanbaxiu took the time to look at a soldier who was holding a pencil and taking notes very seriously. Most of the page on his knees were circles or forks... There were still a few holes in the paper...

It’s better not to remember this!

Wan Baxi suddenly remembered that when he first entered the cannon platoon, he was thinking of shooting cannons without charging, but later, it was completely different from what he imagined.

Therefore, he didn't intend to hide anything privately. Besides, the use of mortars is not complicated, and it is no secret in itself. If he could fire an infantry cannon, it would be satisfying!

He knew very well that everyone who had been on the battlefield knew that in battle, the people with gun platoons and light and heavy machine guns were the most frequent!

If you often fight one or two battles, you will get another one...

He didn't know where he was going to join the artillery team in the National Army...

People often say that they are cannon fodder, but in fact, only those who fight cannon die the fastest!

Even if the official protects the artillery, it is still the enemy's most valued target!

All firepower will give priority to taking care of artillery, and even send small groups of elite troops to take detours and attack at any cost, so artillery is the easiest to become cannon fodder!

Since they are willing to learn how to shoot artillery, they are careful and sympathetic and admire them. They are real warriors!
Chapter completed!