Yunzaobang, the position of the 802nd Regiment of the Sichuan Army.
This is a large open cotton field with no danger to defend.
Moreover, it seemed that even God was playing a joke on the Sichuan army. As soon as they arrived at the designated position, it started to rain.
"You damn son, please have fun with me."
Prime Minister Lin cursed: "Dig the position, dig the position, dig deep!"
Seeing that the battalion commander Peng Zesheng beside him had not moved yet, Lin Xianghou flew up and kicked him: "You are so melon-like, you move for me!"
"How can we change this damn weather?" Peng Zesheng muttered, venting his anger on his subordinates: "You guys, all of you, are going to mess with it!"
"Captain Lin." Meng Shaoyuan came over and said: "Across from us, there are the Japanese Ninth Division and the Imperial Guard Division. They are well-equipped and have strong combat capabilities. Especially the Ninth Division, which is known as the '18th Division' The Imperial Twins'. They arrived in Shanghai at the end of last month, and morale is now at a high."
"Little Dongyang, turtle son, if they have a life, I will also have a life. I don't believe that I can't chop off their heads!" Lin Xianghou didn't care at all:
"First Jiuhua, Peng Zesheng, Wei Juchuan!"
"arrive!"
The three battalion commanders trotted over in a hurry.
"The first and second battalions are responsible for digging fortifications. The third battalion gathers for training! The rotation will take place in an hour."
train?
Meng Shaoyuan was startled.
We're about to go to war now, so what else are we training for?
The brothers from the third battalion were all gathered.
"Brothers." Lin Xianghou's voice was very loud: "The Japanese people of Turtle Son have howitzers and field artillery, but I don't have them. The Japanese people have airplanes, but I don't have them either. We are required to hold our position on the top of the mountain, so what are we going to do with it? Resist the Japanese attack? We can't defeat them with weapons, so we have to fight with our lives to stop them! I still have this!"
As soon as he stretched out his hand, the orderly quickly handed him the sword.
Lin Xianghou held a big sword in his hand: "Listen to me, the Japanese are attacking. First use grenades to smash them. After smashing them, let me put them in. Fight with them with big swords! I heard from the friendly troops, Xiao Dongyang fights The bayonet is very powerful, so as soon as we get close to Xiao Toyo, we roll forward with a big knife and kill him. The Toyo man stabbed him with the first shot. The moment we used the big knife to deflect the bayonet, we turned around and got close to him, and then put away the sword. Aim at the opponent's head and kill him with a knife!"
As he spoke, he continued to demonstrate.
Meng Shaoyuan listened very carefully and kept moving his hands according to Lin Xianghou's instructions.
He learned grappling and fighting at the Hangzhou Police Academy, but it was completely different from the real battlefield.
Here, it’s not just about simplifying the complex, it’s about the reaction you make in a moment, the actions you make in a moment.
Fight for your life!
It is simply impossible for the Sichuan Army to hold its position with its existing weapons.
Their only possibility of success is to let the Japanese troops in and then risk their lives with their machetes.
Tragic, but helpless.
"Captain Lin."
While the brothers from the third battalion were training there, Meng Shaoyuan quickly said: "Give me a big sword."
"Are you kidding? Each of us has a big sword, so there is no extra." Lin Xianghou refused: "Lieutenant Colonel Meng, if you really want to play with the Japanese with big swords, let's see which of our brothers dies. Just take his broadsword.”
Alright alright.
Then take a piece of wood and use it as a machete to practice.
"Wei Juchuan." While Meng Shaoyuan was practicing according to the method, Lin Xianghou called the third battalion commander Wei Juchuan over and whispered: "Lieutenant Colonel Meng is our benefactor in Sichuan, you are responsible for protecting his safety. Remember this, He’s missing a hair, so I’ll kick your soft ass into pieces!”
"You son of a bitch, let's fight. You have to protect others."
Wei Juchuan was very dissatisfied.
"Hello, I'm looking for Meng Shaoyuan."
At this time, a young man of eighteen or nineteen appeared here.
Two submachine guns hung around his neck, and his waist was filled with magazines.
Meng Shaoyuan, who came after hearing the news, looked at him: "Who are you?"
"Sir, I am Chen Houman from the Second Squadron. I was sent here by Deputy Team Leader Zhu Yanni. She heard that you went to the front line and originally wanted to come in person. However, she encountered a surprise attack on the Japanese army and was sniping there. She asked I'm bringing you weapons and ammunition."
This time when he went to the front line, Meng Shaoyuan brought a machine gun, two submachine guns and a batch of ammunition, which could be regarded as supplementing the 802 regiment's lack of weapons and equipment.
Now, Zhu Yanni sent two more submachine guns.
Although these weapons will play a very small role in the upcoming battle, they are still better than nothing.
"Captain Lin." Meng Shaoyuan greeted Lin Xianghou: "I will keep one of these weapons for myself, and the rest will belong to you."
Prime Minister Lin was overjoyed: "It is said that Shanghai is rich. When I saw it today, I insisted on getting it. These flea cages are good things. Lieutenant Colonel Meng, are you from the Jinling Arsenal or the Shanghai Arsenal?"
"Oh, it's from the serious Berkman Company, a foreign product." Meng Shaoyuan couldn't help but start showing off again: "This is worth a lot of money."
"I want it, I want it." Lin Xianghou smiled brightly. He pretended to be a public servant for personal gain, so he asked for one first.
Meng Shaoyuan turned around and saw Chen Houman still there: "It's done, I'll take the things. You can go back first."
"The blessing team leader asked me not to go back." Chen Houman had no intention of leaving at all: "She asked me to stay here to protect your safety."
Damn it, fight the Japanese hand to hand, you are the only one who protects the safety of the fart.
But now that he's here, and it's Zhu Yanni's personal order, I can't just drive him away, can I? Besides, one more person can always bring more strength, right?
The rain fell more intensively, which made it more difficult for the brothers to dig fortifications.
Once you step into the mud, and then pull it out, the straw sandals on your feet are in close contact with the mud.
The brothers of the Sichuan Army cursed and kept moving their hands.
An hour later, the third battalion took over from the second battalion to dig fortifications. The brothers of the second battalion took a short rest and immediately picked up their swords to practice.
This is their most powerful weapon.
By the time the Japanese army officially began their attack, no tactics would be of use.
Just risk your own life.
"Lieutenant Colonel Meng, are you practicing?" Wei Juchuan walked over slowly and asked with a smile.
"Well, I'm practicing, but I don't have a knife, so I can't hold a wooden stick smoothly." Meng Shaoyuan was a little frustrated.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It won't take long for Xiao Dongyang to rush up."
The task Wei Juchuan received was to protect Meng Shaoyuan's safety. This guy made up his mind and wandered around Meng Shaoyuan.
Meng Shaoyuan's eyes lit up: "Captain Wei, how about I trade my submachine gun for your broadsword?"
How much does a large knife cost, and how much does an imported submachine gun cost?
In the past, Master Meng would never do such a costly transaction.
Unexpectedly, Wei Juchuan actually curled his lips and said: "When fighting the Japanese in hand-to-hand combat, how can a big sword be used in a cage of fleas?"
"It's different." Meng Shaoyuan said seriously: "The submachine gun is very powerful in close combat. It can sweep away a large area. If it can be equipped with a pistol, we will be able to fight the Japanese in hand-to-hand combat."
Wei Juchuan sighed: "Lieutenant Colonel Meng, you said that our 802 regiment has one machine gun. I'm not bragging to you. I can fight until... until... What's the name of the Japanese capital?"
"Tokyo."
"Yes, Tokyo, I can lead my battalion to destroy Tokyo..."
Meng Shaoyuan was startled, and then he noticed a trace of sarcasm on Wei Juchuan's face.
Then I realized that I was indeed too naive.
The combination of a submachine gun and a pistol is of course good, but the Sichuan army must also have it.
For example, the 802 regiment, because it is a direct descendant of Yang Sen, has good equipment, but it only has two heavy machine guns and one light machine gun for each company. The whole regiment has nine companies, plus a guard company, including Meng Shaoyuan. There are only eleven light machine guns in total, and one of them is broken.
How can we defend such a large position?
What's even more terrible is that the fully loaded machine gun bullets are only enough for two defensive battles, so you have to use them sparingly.
Who doesn't want to have a lot of light and heavy machine guns on the battlefield?
It must be there.
Yang Sen's direct troops were like this, and the rest of the Sichuan Army's troops were even more so.
The rain stopped temporarily.
The whistle for dinner sounded.
There was no cook, so the Sichuan Army brothers sat on the dirt, took out the steamed buns they had brought, fried rice and ate silently.
"Damn it." Meng Shaoyuan couldn't help but cursed: "When the Sichuan troops left Sichuan, the Chairman personally ordered that Shanghai solve the supply problem on the spot. Where are the people? Where are the people in charge of supplies?"
"Lieutenant Colonel Meng." Lin Xianghou didn't seem particularly concerned: "Commander Yang specifically told me that Shanghai is also in difficulty, and...hey, to be honest with you, aren't we just talking about each other, and some people say, As for those beggar troops from Sichuan, whatever you want, just deal with them, but we haven't seen any signs of them yet."
"Chen Houman!" Meng Shaoyuan shouted.
"arrive!"
"You go back to me, run back and find Tian Qi." Meng Shaoyuan said fiercely: "Let him come forward in person to see who is responsible for the supplies of the 802nd Regiment. If you accuse him of having an affair with Rite, let him The person in charge deserved his meritorious service. I couldn’t see anything to eat, so I ransacked his home!”
"Yes! Chief Meng, but Deputy Team Leader Zhu asked me..."
"Get out, get out! If I don't see anything to eat before the sun goes down tomorrow, I will eat you alive!"
"Yes!" Chen Houman was so frightened that he ran away quickly.
"Lieutenant Colonel Meng, you'd better do it!" Lin Xianghou gave a thumbs up: "If you say that arranging a spy here is really helpful."
"Damn it, I have the right." Meng Shaoyuan once again felt the pleasure brought by power: "If the food is not delivered, I will be hungry. This is what the chairman of the committee personally told, and whoever fails to implement it, I will hold the sword of Shang Fang Kill him like a bastard!"
Lin Xianghou laughed "haha".
Working with this agent, let alone, it was really enjoyable!
