In the courtyard of the Sichuan Army Corps, Liao Mingyu was sitting in the middle of the main room, with a map of the western Yunnan border that he bought from the black market on the table.
He held a magnifying glass and carefully studied the terrain and routes of Nantianmen and the British Airfield. The primitive jungle in Myanmar is said to be a place where you can get lost even with a map.
After ten days of short training, these cannon fodders finally managed to learn some simple group tactics.
They can probably understand now what is alternate cover marching and what is a group assault in stages. What they lack is just a tacit understanding of cooperation among the team members. What Liao Mingyu handed over to them was the simplest but most practical group assault tactic of 3-3 system.
Different from the triangle formation of the Little Devils, the three-by-three group tactics emphasize the coordination between the groups, rather than three people fighting independently in a group. It is an extremely efficient squad assault formation.
An infantry squad is divided into three groups, with each group of three people forming a combat group. The three groups are dispersed and connected to each other. Each group is about 20 meters apart, and alternate cover can be achieved at any time during the march.
It can be in an inverted trapezoid shape to cooperate with cover, or it can be in a V-shaped arrow shape to disperse the assault.
Team members should not be too compact, because in the jungle, shells, grenades and other objects usually explode in trees, and shrapnel will spread downwards to cause damage. Spreading the formation can reduce casualties as much as possible.
There are also three-three formations that can maximize firepower in a short period of time and form crossfire.
Liao Mingyu recently spent a lot of money to buy 20 Sten submachine guns from the black market. It is said that an English officer secretly got them from the British army. He doesn't know how they ended up on the Zenda black market, along with more than 2,000 rounds. 9mm caliber pistol ammunition. In order to eat this batch of firearms and ammunition, Liao Mingyu spent a lot of money.
The Sten submachine gun has received a lot of notoriety. It has a very high failure rate, is prone to jamming, has weak bullet power, and is even prone to misfires. But it also has the advantages of low cost, small bullet dispersion, relatively good accuracy, and high rate of fire.
Although it can't be compared with Thomson, it's better to use bean bags as dry food at this time. It's good to have them. These 20 submachine guns were just distributed to the leaders of each combat group, further enhancing the firepower between the groups.
However, the day the gun was issued, Liao Mingyu requested that the bullets should never be loaded when there was no battle. Even if the gun was loaded, the muzzle should always be pointed down. Who knows if the rumors are true, otherwise an oolong incident would occur. There was no place to cry.
In addition to the Sten submachine gun, Liao Mingyu also bought some 7.92 bullets and 9mm bullets retailed on the black market. The consumption of submachine gun bullets is staggering. Without sufficient bullet supply, it cannot last a battle. There are also domestically made hand grenades and telescopes. Compasses and other supplies. Arm this force to the teeth as much as possible.
Now the 93 people were divided into 3 platoons by Liao Mingyu, with 30 people in each platoon, and 3 squads in each platoon, consisting of nine soldiers and a squad leader. If 20 submachine guns are issued, at least one or two automatic weapons will be ensured for each squad. In this way, the firepower of the squad will be greatly improved. It's just a machine gun, it's just a Czech type from Milong.
"Team members, the batch of food purchased last time is almost finished. Do we want to buy more this time?" Meng Fan came in and said in a hurry.
In the past ten days, Liao Mingyu changed his medicine three times, and the boy was almost recovered.
"Your legs are almost healed. You don't need a walking stick now?" Liao Mingyu put down the magnifying glass, raised his head and asked with a smile.
Patting his knees, Meng Fangli said proudly: "Hey, thanks to your high medical skills, Mr. Tuan, otherwise the young master would not be able to amputate his legs if he were left in the hands of that old veterinarian."
"Ah Qiu...!" Veterinarian Hao, who was still busy arranging the first aid kit next door, suddenly sneezed, wiped the snot hanging on his mouth, and muttered: "Who the hell are you swearing at?"...
Liao Mingyu stood up and checked his bandage. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he said: "Looking at the weather today, I'm afraid it's going to rain. Don't get wet, kid. If you get infected again, I won't care about you."
"Don't worry, everyone, this leg is now closer than my mother's. How can I still hold it dear?" Meng Fangliao said jokingly, and at the same time, he was deeply grateful for Liao Mingyu's concern.
Liao Mingyu turned around and walked to the door, lit a cigarette, and silently looked at the soldiers outside who were shouting slogans for training.
“It’s almost time”
"I'm sorry, why don't you buy some pork, balsamic vinegar, and white flour today? Let Snake Butt open a few cans of beef and make dumplings tonight. Let's stew the two old hens we bought two days ago as well."
"By the way, bring back two jars of soju. I'll drink two glasses with my brothers tonight!" Liao Mingyu said with his hands behind his back.
"Team members, let's...are we going to the opposite side?" How could Meng Fanlao, the monkey spirit, not guess the meaning of Liao Mingyu's words.
"Um"
"This time, you are no longer cannon fodder!" Liao Mingyu said firmly.
Meng Fan's body trembled, he took a deep breath, and gave a standard military salute to Liao Mingyu.
...In the evening, in the courtyard.
Snake Butt was making dumplings with a few soldiers who knew how to cook. His kitchen knife that had cut people was flying up and down on the chopping board, mincing the pieces of pork into fine minced meat.
"Cut the cabbage into smaller pieces. It's not good to cut it into such a big bag."
"The dough needs to be rolled out with force. If you don't use force, it won't be chewy and won't taste good." This snake butt is worthy of being a five-star chef in the Sichuan Army. He kept moving his hands and mouth.
On the chopping board next to it were a dozen cans of beef and two jars of soju. There is a big pot in the corner not far away. Two soldiers are adding firewood and adding fire. Two fat and tender old hens are stewed in it. Wow~ The charming fragrance of chicken soup can be smelled from half a Zenda away. So...the soldiers who had just returned from training were so greedy that they were so excited...
In the past few days, Yu Xiaoqing's soldiers also came to Chanda Town to organize a team, led by He Shuguang and Zhang Lixian for training.
But they don't have such a good life. They eat steamed buns and porridge three times a day, which is enough to keep them full. It's much better than boiling pumpkin in plain water. Meat or something like that is something they don't even dare to think about.
No, a group of Zhang Lixian's soldiers followed the smell of the Sichuan Legion's cooking and came to the gate of the Sichuan Legion's compound. They stared at other people's rice bowls like beggars and couldn't drive them away.
"Go, go, you idiots, go back and forth wherever you want. If you want to eat meat, you have no life."
"Who told you not to come to our Sichuan Army earlier? Now you regret coming? No way."
Kang Ya said to the group of soldiers at the door with a arrogant attitude. That mean look really made him want to be beaten, but little did he know that more than half a month ago, he himself was the same as others.
"It's time to eat!"
Everyone was holding bowls and chopsticks in unison, and everyone filled a large bowl of cabbage and pork dumplings. The army was not so particular. Everyone sat on the ground in twos and threes. Those who couldn't squat in the courtyard went indoors or to the attic. The whole courtyard was packed with people.
Snake Butt and two soldiers were assigned to pour wine for the gentlemen. He was not happy with the pouring, so he picked up the jar and started drinking.
"Everyone eats the dumplings first, and then drinks chicken soup after the dumplings. There are also white flour steamed buns and canned beef. It's delicious to eat them with chicken soup."
"Okay!" Everyone cheered.
Liao Mingyu also sat with everyone. He held a bowl of wine in his hand and called for everyone to start eating: "Snake butt, watch the pot. Don't finish all the food. Leave a portion for the brothers on guard!"
"I heard you, Captain!"
"Yao Ma, you Sichuan monkey, why are you stealing my wine? Stop, you little bastard, I will torture you to death!" Milong and Yao Ma went crazy again.
"Grrrrrr...hiccup, cough...cough cough!"
"Oh, it's not spicy, baby, drink it slowly, why are you in such a hurry?" The veterinarian ran over and patted him on the back distressedly. Look at this kid drinking chicken soup and choking so much that his nose and tears come out.
"My home! It's on the Songhua River in Northeast China~"
"My parents are there!"
Milong raised his head, with tears in his eyes, and sang songs from his hometown. This meal of dumplings reminded him of his hometown far in the north.
Wiping away his tears, Milong shouted: "Oh, God is so indebted to me. Such a strong wind has made my eyes narrow."
Everyone was silent...
No one laughed at his lame excuse. They were all the same, coming from all over the world, and they also missed their hometown.
"Bros!"
Liao Mingyu stood up at this time and said to everyone: "Follow me well. When this war is over, I will take you home!" After that, he drank a bowl of wine in his hand.
Everyone looked at him with determination in their eyes. After more than half a month of contact, everyone has fully recognized this leader who loves to laugh but also loves to curse. He is full of courage and cruel methods, but also He loves his soldiers like his own son, and has no airs about being a commander at all. He trains with them, eats with them, and even takes care of and treats the wounded with his own hands. He is good at everything, but he likes to scold his mother.
The group leader is now their backbone. They dare to do whatever the group leader tells them to do.
They are no longer unwanted cannon fodder. They also have their own beliefs!
…
The meal was finished quickly, God changed his face, a few muffled thunder struck, and it started to rain heavily...
"You want me to come. Who the hell doesn't want to come? What kid doesn't want to come?"
Milong excitedly took off his clothes and stood in the rain to take a bath, and even performed a duet in his mouth.
"Hey, it's numb, come here and give me a back rub."
"Who are you?" Kaname turned away angrily, not even wanting to look at him.
"You are my father! Come on, come on, rub your son's back." Milong shouted shamelessly, taking advantage of the wine to let himself go in the rain.
He was really embarrassed to say this, but he smiled and didn't think it was a big deal. He rolled up his sleeves and walked over: "If you want it, I'll rub it for you."
"Hey, that's right. Come on, give your son a good rub."
"You son of a bitch, you better put on your pants and swing them around. What a show?"
"Then you put on your clothes for me." Milong said in a fake accent.
"Put on your fairy board!"
Haha... Everyone looked at the two people making mad noises in the rain, holding their stomachs and bursting into laughter.
These two are really a perfect match. Liao Mingyu couldn't help but smile and shook his head. Looking at these cute iron fools with slow eyes, he felt a trace of pity in his heart.
They will go to the battlefield tomorrow. I don’t know how many soldiers will be buried in the exotic jungle opposite there forever in this battle...
