General Jiang looked at the map, nodded slightly and said: "Yes! The analysis is very reasonable. He is indeed a professional in air defense. He has taken into account the flight conditions of enemy aircraft. The problem is that there is not enough time to organize air defense firepower. How to solve this problem? ?”
At this time, Zhou Wen stood up and asked: "Report to the commander-in-chief, we are considering using the two machine gun companies of our volunteer army to form an air defense ambush circle. Our two companies have a total of 36 German MG13 machine guns, special tripods and ring sights for anti-aircraft shooting." They are all fully equipped and have been conducting anti-aircraft shooting training for more than half a year in Shanxi. Under the command of Lieutenant Mo and others, they should be able to complete the mission."
"What? 36 MG13 machine guns, which can also shoot in the air. Aren't these 36 anti-aircraft machine guns?"
General Jiang was greatly surprised. He knew about the German MG13 machine guns. He had previously planned to purchase a batch for the 19th Route Army, but later had to cancel it due to its high price and logistical pressure.
We must know that the performance of the MG13 machine gun is indeed very good. The key is its high versatility. It can be carried by a single person as a light machine gun, and with a tripod it can be a heavy machine gun. If the tripod is raised and equipped with a ring sight, it can be an anti-aircraft machine gun. It is simply a multi-purpose gun.
But this gun has a flaw for the Chinese army, that is, the rate of fire is too fast. If you use the burst mode and hold the trigger, 75 rounds of bullets in the saddle-shaped drum can be fired in 6 seconds, and the bullets are consumed. If it is too large, it will bring logistical and financial pressure, and the general army really cannot afford it.
General Jiang is also a decisive person. Although he knows that Zhou Wen's troops have so many good preparations, it is still unknown how effective they will be. Anyway, there is no other choice now. He can only treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor. Better than nothing, right?
But he wanted to test the ridiculously young colonel in front of him again, and said to Zhou Wen with a smile: "I agree with your plan, Xiao Zhou, this matter is important, do you dare to issue a military order?"
Zhou Wen chuckled and said: "Commander-in-Chief, hehe... I'm afraid... the military order is not easy to establish. In fact, we are just taking a gamble. It would be best if the Japanese can come. If they can't come, we won't lose anything. Anyway The military train only arrived this evening, so we organize manpower to transport the things away overnight so they can't blow them up. Their plane won't come today, so we'll just wait by the Huangpu River early tomorrow morning."
Just kidding, what kind of military order is there? It’s not like the Japanese have roundworms in their stomachs. What if the plane doesn’t come? I am not a fool.
Admiral Jiang pointed at Zhou Wen with a smile and said: "Slippery! Okay, time is tight, just do it this way. If you need any support, just tell Lao Dai."
Although he said this, he was very satisfied with Zhou Wen in his heart. He was a steady person and very smart, not the kind of reckless man who patted his chest and pretended to be a hero.
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Friends Watanabe was tortured so much today. Seeing the team leader being tortured into such a miserable state, he finally had to give in and confess. He himself had long since given up any hope of luck. Anyway, he would feel relieved after confessing earlier. Since he had decided not to To suffer that crime, there was no need to think about the Empire and the Emperor, so his confession was more proactive than the other two.
But when I was put into the truck, shaken all the way to an unknown place, and then dragged out of the car, I started to feel scared. He knew that it was impossible to treat spies as prisoners of war after they were caught. Most of them ended up being shot, but after waiting for a long time, no one paid attention. Cold sweat was already pouring from his head wearing a black hood.
I don't know how long it took, and I was put into the truck again. Then there was another long journey. I was thinking about whether I was going to the execution ground. The last trace of luck was slowly disappearing. I just felt that my mouth was dry and my mouth was dry. I was very thirsty, and when I thought about saying goodbye to this world and thinking about my relatives in my hometown, tears flowed down unknowingly.
Friends Watanabe was actually a college student a year ago, and his real experience as a spy was less than a month. Most of the time before that was spent studying and training. If it weren't for the hasty start of this war, he would have been sent overseas. There were too many intelligence teams and a lack of professionals who were proficient in radio transmission, so they assigned a group of rookies with little experience in intelligence work to various teams.
Anyway, according to the team leader, China does not have much counter-espionage capabilities now. Newbies to intelligence organizations like them can study while working in China, just like a graduation internship, as long as you don’t jump out on the street and say you are As a Japanese spy, no one can discover you.
Alas... Hope is beautiful, but reality is cruel.
Friends Watanabe didn't want to blame the team leader. After all, the team leader did teach him a lot of knowledge. After a month of getting along with him, his attitude was considered amiable and he usually greeted the new recruits. Unlike other superiors who always punished recruits corporally.
However, friend Watanabe just doesn't want to die. He is not married yet, and is still a virgin. He has never tasted what a woman is like. Now he is going to be shot. The more Watanabe thinks about it, the more he feels wronged and wants to die. There were more and more tears, and if it hadn't been for her mouth being gagged, she would have burst into tears.
Now it's all coming to an end...
Just when Watanabe's friend was still feeling sad, he didn't realize that the car had stopped, and then someone grabbed him by the collar and got out of the car. He was dragged for a while, and then he was pressed into a chair and sat down. The hood was lifted, and the rag that blocked his mouth was taken out. The strong light stimulated his eyes to squint. After a while of adapting, he could clearly see that this place looked like a classroom, because there was a picture hanging on one wall. blackboard.
Then he saw an officer sitting across from him, a face that was so familiar that he couldn't forget it even when he was old or dead, a face that he thought was devilish.
Zhou Wen looked at him and said with a smile: "Are you afraid of pain or death?"
Watanabe's friend's heart twitched again. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at the officer, but there was a wave of hope in his heart. His heart began to beat violently, and he was silent... and then bravely He raised his head and said to the smiling face that did not bring any warmth: "I'm afraid!"
Zhou Wen was still smiling, but there was no trace of contempt or ridicule in his eyes. Instead, there was a kind of encouragement and appreciation. He said, "It's okay to be afraid. Everyone is afraid. There's nothing to be embarrassed to say. If one day I fall in In the hands of the enemy, I will also be afraid and frightened, this is human nature."
Zhou Wen walked over as he spoke, took out the short knife tied to his leg, and cut off the rope tied to his body in the uneasy eyes of Watanabe's friend. The short knife in his hand jumped back and forth as if it was stuck in his palm, dancing into pieces of knife flowers.
Zhou Wen continued: "I'm not pretentious, nor will I discuss life with you. I just need you to send a telegram according to the original password. Of course, as long as you send the telegram according to my content, I guarantee that you will not feel pain." , will not die."
