"Ha... I really admire Captain Liao's sharp tongue. I will send a small team across the river to investigate. If it is like what Yu thinks, I will not hesitate to launch an attack on Nantianmen! When the time comes, You will know that the so-called fortress and fortress in your mouth is nothing more than an empty shell.”
Yu Xiaoqing raised her head and said. He was very confident in his judgment. He thought he knew the Japanese very well. How could they use such tactics? Most importantly, he wanted to use this military operation to gain face in front of Liao Mingyu.
"Then what if your idea is wrong, my Master Yu."
Liao Mingyu was a little helpless. Could this guy be so desperate for his life just to fight for a breath? The key is the soldiers under my command, their lives are innocent.
"No more gossip, I just hope that your Sichuan Army Corps can cooperate with my Yu Division by then. Attack Nantianmen as soon as possible and complete the task of opening up the Yunnan-Myanmar Highway!"
Yu Xiaoqing frowned and said the last sentence. He didn't want to stay here any longer. This Liao Mingyu wouldn't be able to do anything without getting angry with him.
"Okay, we are friendly forces after all. At least the artillery support is in place."
Liao Mingyu said haha, forget it, it’s hard to persuade him to die. He was not prepared to continue to stop Yu Xiaoqing's behavior.
Because for the stubborn Yu Xiaoqing, he couldn't persuade her, and he didn't bother to persuade her. Only when he gets a bloody blow can he listen to other people's opinions.
"That's it, farewell!" After saying that, Yu Xiaoqing turned around and left, followed closely by the soldiers of Yu Division.
Looking at Yu Xiaoqing walking away, Liao Mingyu sneered in his heart. Since you are so confident, let me teach you a lesson. It's just a pity that the investigation team is destined to never return.
"Hey, these grandsons always end up like an anticlimax. Yu Xiaoqing is really a pushover, catching people and sending them to death! Who gave him the courage?"
Meng Fanglia said angrily. He really couldn't understand this Master Yu who had high ambitions but low abilities.
"Haha, it's probably Liang Jingru..."
"Is it really this Commander Liang again? Leader, please tell me, who is this Commander Liang?"
"Uh... ok, let's go back. By the way, send a report to Zhao Gongming and tell him that I have another batch of supplies arriving recently, so that he can prepare to deliver them as soon as possible."
Liao Mingyu decisively changed the topic. After giving the instructions, he led the people back to the flag-sacrifice slope.
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The little devils became much more honest after being punished in the morning. During the day, they basically did not dare to build positions as arrogantly as in the past. They could only work like pangolins in the ground.
The Takeuchi Mountains were also re-planned, allowing Japanese soldiers to dig tunnels during the day and build fortifications at night. Observers on the top of the mountain constantly monitored the movements of the Sichuan Army. If there is any sign of trouble, sound the alarm, and the little devil will burrow into the ground like a frightened rat.
As time goes by, the artillery battalion of the Sichuan Army will fire several shots at the Japanese army positions from time to time every day. A few shots in the morning and a few shots at noon. Even in the early morning, the Sichuan Army soldiers who could not sleep would give them a lullaby.
Every day, Yu Xiaoqing would stand on the battlefield and watch the roaring artillery fire on the flag slope, but he would sneer at it.
A waste of shells, a waste of energy. What's the point of doing this? There are so many artillery shells, why not save them for actual attack? Are you confused?
But the Japanese didn't think so at the moment. The shelling from time to time every day made them frightened. Not only the occasional casualties, the construction project of the entire fortress had become extremely slow.
The most important thing is that a certain petty captain can't sleep.
For this reason, the Takeuchi Mountains have been roaring for several nights. Already suffering from neurasthenia, the most difficult thing for him to do every night is to sleep.
But those Chinese people were ruthless. The sound of artillery fire sounded at two or three o'clock in the morning. The huge explosion made him unable to sleep well for several days. Every time I finally fell asleep, I was instantly awakened by the deafening sound of artillery fire. Takeuchi was so angry that he broke several teacups in succession.
"If they fire again tonight, let our artillery fight back. If we can't sleep, they won't be able to sleep either!"
Takeuchi roared viciously at the chief of staff. It's unbearable, it's too bullying!
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"Hey, what's going on? My ears have been buzzing for the past two days, and I can't hear clearly anymore."
Early the next morning, Long Wenwen pushed open the door and entered the headquarters, covering his ears and sighing to himself.
"You made your own ears and eyes. Is it so easy to be an artilleryman? You don't even know that any veteran artilleryman who has been working for several years is not deaf. Then don't really become a "deaf deputy commander" "Come out."
Meng Fanxiao said with a cheeky smile while flipping through the documents. In the past two days, Long Wenwen basically stayed with Krupp, and his presence was always indispensable when firing cannons. He already regarded himself as an artilleryman.
"Chief of Staff Meng, are you talking to the deputy leader like this? Why don't you bring the tea?" Long Wenwen sat down on the chair carelessly, putting his legs on the table and shaking non-stop.
"Have a rest. I don't want to see you, young master. You can do it yourself and have enough food and clothing." Meng Fan rolled his eyes at him and ignored him.
At this time, Xing Fuquan brought a cup of hot water and handed it to Long Wenwen.
"Deputy Dragon, drink some water."
"Oh, little Fuzi is still sensible, unlike some second-rate guy whose butt is stuck to the stool and can't move." Long Wenwen took it with a smile, not forgetting to turn around and insult Meng.
"Old Xing, if you still spoil him, this grandson is just like dog meat. His face changes at will."
Xing Fuquan smiled and said nothing. With his introverted personality, he never liked joking, but he enjoyed watching the old brothers bickering.
"Tsk... By the way, where did the group go today?" Long Wenwen drank water and asked them both.
"The regiment commander took the first battalion for training. I heard that the new supplementary regiment arrived today, and there are quite a lot of things happening in the east of the town. The new officers are also making a fuss, hoping that the regiment commander will assign them positions. The leader has a headache right now." Xing Fuquan replied with a smile.
"Hey, the more than a thousand people in the first battalion have been suffering again in the past two days. You don't know that every night when Ayi comes back, he looks like he's running away." Meng Fanliao said with gloating.
"I'm sorry, don't be happy here. In two days it will be the turn of the Second Battalion. I hope you can still be so relaxed."
Long Wenwen leaned on the chair with his head in his arms and lectured to him leisurely. Our leader has too many tricks. There are plenty of ways to mess with these guys.
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