At the Wu Fu defense line, the defenders and the Japanese were fighting fiercely, and the battle was quite tragic. The Japanese took advantage of their artillery and defeated the defenders steadily. Many strongholds had been lost and they could only retreat to another Xicheng defense line.
Wen San's team is still far away from Wu Fu's line. In this age of walking by foot, if they rush over, the other line of defense may collapse. But he had no choice. While marching in a hurry, he had to be on guard against the Japanese troops at all times. Fortunately, they have killed a lot of Japs recently and collected a lot of their clothes.
Wen San asked everyone to dress up and pretend to be a team of Japs, but he really didn't attract much attention from the Japs.
"Company commander, we have consumed a lot of ammunition, and we have to find a way to replenish some." Lao Wan came to Wen San and reminded him.
In fact, they still have a lot of ammunition on them, which can fully support a fierce battle. It's just that they all have the anxiety of running out of ammunition. After being generous for a while, the bullets in the bag were a little low, and he began to feel anxious.
"Don't worry, you will always find opportunities to supplement your resources along the way."
Wen San was not unaware of this problem. It was difficult to seize Japanese equipment in mobile warfare, and they were basically hit and run. They did consume a lot of ammunition that night.
On the second day of Wen's third company's rapid march, they encountered a scattered team. Seeing the clothes of Wen San and others, those people didn't dare to fire a shot and ran away.
"Catch up and stop those guys!" Wen San ordered. He estimated that this should be a broken army. Not too much, not too little, just enough to eat.
This team did not have much combat effectiveness, and Wen San's troops quickly caught up. After shouting, he immediately stopped.
"Aren't you Japanese? You scared me to death..."
A group of skirmishers looked at the unit in front of them curiously. They were all Japanese-made equipment and had more firepower than the main force of the Japanese. If there were no soldiers shouting at them, they would not dare to stop even if they were beaten to death.
"Which section are you from? How is the battle ahead?" Wen San didn't ask too much, and just asked when he caught someone.
"Our main force is the soldiers of the 112th Division. The fighting situation in the front is quite tragic. Our troops cannot stop the Japanese heavy artillery, and many of them are scattered." A guy who looked like an officer quickly explained.
"There are so many of you, but you don't even dare to shoot when you see the enemy and run away?" Wen San had a bad impression of this person. His eyes were obviously not straight, he was dodging back and forth, and he didn't have the temperament of an iron-blooded soldier at all.
"Seeing that you are so well-equipped, why don't you run away and wait for death?" This guy replied confidently.
"Gather everyone together, you have been included." Wen San didn't bother to say anything more to him. He really didn't like such soldiers.
Those who are recruited must be severely punished.
"Recruitment? What level of combat unit are you? Can you guarantee our original-level positions?" the guy asked quickly.
There were several people with the same gaze, and they all looked over with concern.
Wen San couldn't help but feel disgusted. His character had collapsed into this state. He hadn't forgotten his identity yet. He was so greedy. If they could be like Wang Qiang and others, who dared to fight the Japanese even if they had guns in their hands, Wen San might think highly of them.
Regardless of whether you can beat him or not, if you dare to do it, it shows that you have not lost your blood. And the guy in front of him has full potential as a puppet soldier. It's just that during this period, the Japanese had no intention of recruiting the puppet troops. After two years of entering the stalemate stage, all kinds of evil spirits and monsters emerged.
"Let me tell you your grades and positions first." A sneer appeared on Wen San's lips. He wanted to see what kind of people these people were.
"I am Chen Liren, former deputy battalion commander of the 112th Division."
"Zhang Minggui, former company commander of the 112th Division."
"Zhou Xiaotian, platoon leader."
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Several people reported their identities one after another. Wen San really didn't expect that there was actually a deputy battalion commander here.
"You guys, please stand aside and line up." Wen San glanced at the five people who revealed their identities. The leader was Chen Liren, who looked quite cunning and looked like a ruffian.
The five of them had no doubt that he was there, but they stood in a row obediently. I thought Wen San would arrange corresponding positions for them. After all, this unit is not simple at first glance. Wen San is full of atmosphere, and he looks like a high-ranking commander.
Seeing the expectant looks in the five people's eyes, Wen San sneered, turned to the row of Tintin cats and said sternly, "Disarm them!"
"Disarm? Why? You are not our superior commander!" When Chen Liren heard this, he immediately quit and shouted anxiously.
"Just because you saw the Japanese and fled without firing a shot, this is enough. To put it more seriously, you are deserters! If you dare to disobey orders, I can shoot you on the spot!"
Wen San's voice was fierce, and his soldiers stared at the five of them like wolves and tigers.
This momentum is extremely domineering.
Before the others could continue to argue, Tintin Maoer quickly stepped forward and faithfully carried out Wen San's order. As soon as he moved, several guns were pointed at the five people, and the other soldiers rushed forward and directly captured all five people led by Chen Liren. Their weapons were confiscated.
Several people wanted to defend themselves, but Wen San didn't bother to listen to what they had to say. Instead, he spread the word to other defeated soldiers. A group of defeated soldiers saw that several officers had been captured. No one dared to say a word of objection. They walked over obediently and stood there haphazardly.
Seeing their sloppy appearance, Wen San felt very uncomfortable. These guys didn't look like hard-blooded soldiers. They were all seasoned. The battlefield survivability is definitely much better than others, but when it comes to desperate situations, it is not very useful.
"Everyone line up and count!" Wen San shouted. All the bodies were shocked, obviously frightened by Wen San's momentum.
Everyone stood in two rows, looking relaxed. After counting, there were quite a few people, there were actually 63. If five officers are added, there are 68 people.
"The personnel were dispersed and assigned to each squad. If anyone dares to disobey orders, the squad leader will deal with me severely. If anyone dares to disobey orders on the battlefield and does not obey the command, the squad leader will immediately enforce battlefield discipline." Wen San's words are true. ruthless.
This is equivalent to giving the platoon leaders of each squad the power of life and death. Anyone who disobeys the command can be killed on the spot.
Wen San didn't believe it. This still couldn't scare these old fritters. In essence, maybe they are not that bad, but they just have superiors who are greedy for life and afraid of death. Naturally, they follow suit and become slippery.
Such soldiers can easily play a bad role in the army. If the battle is slightly unfavorable, they will find ways to hide behind or even run away immediately. A serious blow to the combat confidence of the soldiers.
"Follow your orders! Don't worry, company commander, as long as they come under my men and they dare to run away, I will be the first to kill them!" Liu Dazhu shouted loudly. His tall and thick physique is still very threatening.
There are five platoons under Wen San, the artillery platoon has only two squads, and the others are all three squads. There is no problem in digesting this small amount of troops. There are just a few more people in a class.
