Under the fierce attack of the New 2nd Regiment and the 772nd Regiment like wolves and tigers, the panicked Japanese were retreating steadily. Some people even turned around and fled towards Lujiazhuang, completely disrupting the originally unsustainable formation.
Exposing your back to the enemy in battle is a taboo and a fatal danger. Doing so will only make you a living target. It's a pity that these small-time logistics personnel who usually lack training do not understand this.
Facing nearly two thousand well-trained Eighth Route Army soldiers, they could only survive by cutting off their tails. The little devils wished they had more legs at this time, and they all ran like wild dogs on the loose.
After getting rid of the last threatening grenade soldier, Zhao Gang carried Mosin Nagant on his shoulders. In this battle, he killed seven Japs.
After scanning the chaotic battlefield, he stopped charging and shouted to the soldiers of the New Second Regiment around him:
"Just drive the Japs into the village! Don't push the enemy too hard. Don't chase the poor bandits! Everyone, don't enter Lujiazhuang!"
"Zhang Dabiao! Don't rush too fast! The commando team is going to be out of touch with the main force!"
Because of the distance, the pursuit did not last long. After leaving more than 700 corpses behind, the Japanese returned to the somewhat complex village in disgrace.
After all the soldiers had gathered at a safe location, the two regiment leaders calmly walked from the original field command post to a bunker 700 meters away from Lujiazhuang.
This position has exceeded the range of all the enemy's weapons and is absolutely safe.
Seeing that his own tactics were executed perfectly, Li Yunlong took out a broken fan he found somewhere and fanned himself very pretentiously.
"Blind Cheng, although I am no longer your old squad leader, I still have to nag you some things. You can't fight with all your strength. You, the 772nd Regiment, just can't adapt."
"You, please learn from me. What does it mean to prescribe the right medicine according to the eight classics? The current situation of the devils is called the six things. It is not a disaster from heaven and earth. It can be overcome."
Just as Li Yunlong was dressing up, political commissar Zhao came back from the front line after integrating his troops.
Originally, he wanted to discuss the specific arrangements for the next attack with the two captains, but as soon as he came back, he heard his partner showing off his new knowledge.
It would be fine if everything was correct, but it was obviously half a bottle of water and he still had to carry it out and dangle it, which made his face instantly full of black lines.
"I'm talking about Lao Li, do you really want everyone to know how many days you have watched Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Sun Tzu's Art of War?"
"What you just said was only the second half of the sentence. Do you know what the first half is? If you have that free time, why not calm down and think more about how to fight next? Why are you pretending to be Zhuge Liang here?"
Captain Li Da, who was interrupted from casting a spell, was not embarrassed. He smiled cheekily and replied very bachelorly:
"I don't know. I am a half-way monk with two swords. Compared with you, Old Zhao, I am definitely far behind."
"But Military Advisor Zhao, I wonder if you have any good ideas so that the troops can reduce losses in the upcoming street battles."
Cheng Xiazi was originally in the front row eating melon online. Seeing the two people in front of him noisily, he wanted to take out a handful of peanuts. I have known Li Yunlong for so long, but this is the first time I have seen a political commissar make him feel defeated.
But when it came to business, he controlled his expression and stepped forward to participate in the discussion. After all, the 772nd Group had been stumped by this problem before.
Originally, Li Yunlong was just joking, but he didn't expect that the other party actually thought of a solution.
It was indeed Zhao Gang's first time to participate in a large-scale battle, but he had read many books and had a rich reserve of tactics, and he had seen many examples of similar tactics. In a sense, the two managers of the new second regiment have a lot of clever ideas for fighting.
Political Commissar Zhao closed his eyes and felt the direction of the wind, and then said to everyone present:
"Napoleon said that kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. Judging from the current weather and wind direction, the best way is of course to attack with fire."
"The strength of our two regiments is more than enough to surround Lujiazhuang. We don't need to talk about humanity with the Japanese, we can just start a fire and be done."
After hearing this tactic, Li Yunlong and Cheng Xiazi were a little ashamed.
Originally, one of them wanted to advance steadily and gradually, and the other planned to open the way with mortar grenades. But now it pales in comparison to Zhao Gang's tactics.
The two of them raised their thumbs up at the same time to express their approval, and said silently in their hearts: "The man of culture is really shady. You must not mess with this person in the future."
The rest of the story has no twists and turns, and the Japanese have no chance to resist.
Because Lujiazhuang is close to mountains and forests, most of the houses in the village are mainly made of wooden structures. In addition, the Japanese need fuel for cooking, so almost every household here has a pile of firewood.
Using the cover of darkness, the soldiers crawled to a safe location, lit torches one by one and threw them in front of the house. There are no ordinary people here, so setting fires has no psychological burden at all.
After dozens of minutes, the fire became stronger and stronger due to the wind.
Amidst the double torture of smoke and fire, the Japanese finally gave up their defense and ran out of the house.
In these small days of being responsible for logistics, they don't have the will of the furry bear soldiers in "Stalingrad", and they don't have the courage to fight the enemy even if they are on fire.
Naturally, the Eighth Route Army soldiers waiting outside would not be polite to these Japanese who dared to escape from Lujiazhuang. The barrage of rifles and light machine guns directly helped them return to the sea of fire and be cremated.
With the blessing of the northwest wind, the ashes of these beasts were blown away without any chance of polluting the environment.
At the same time, the engineers sent by Cheng Xiazi along the Yuci line also successfully completed their mission.
Under the cover of two companies of soldiers, they successively blew up six railway bridges from Lujiazhuang to Yuci, dismantled all the rails, put up sleepers and burned them.
After all the Japanese were burned cleanly, the 772nd Regiment and the New Second Regiment used the small river south of the village to put out the fire. The wind was a bit strong in the second half of the night, and the fire was likely to burn into the mountains.
Immediately afterwards, the soldiers destroyed all facilities such as the water supply room, boardwalk room, and signal lights in the station. Zhang Dabiao also found an unexpected harvest in the ammunition depot, where there were a large number of weapons and ammunition.
These include Arisaka rifle bullets, melon grenades, grenade-specific grenades, etc. If these supplies were kept in the past, Cheng Xiazi and Li Yunlong would have been fighting over each other.
But now both of their regiments have changed their equipment to a good degree. Except for some new recruits, few soldiers are still using Japanese weapons.
However, the two regiment leaders still discussed and divided the weapons and ammunition equally. Even if your own regiment doesn't need it, you can still take it back to the base area and distribute it to local troops. It would be a pity to blow it up.
Just as the two regiment commanders were counting ammunition losses and casualties, the portable phones they carried suddenly rang at the same time.
Along with the heartbreaking male voice, Li Yunlong also heard the panting of the war horse, and the sound was gradually becoming clearer.
"All channel calls! All channel calls! This is Yangquan Shinao Mountain. Please come to reinforcements from all friendly forces with spare capacity!"
"A tribute to my favorite full-band jammer"
This request for help lasted for a full five minutes and seemed to be beyond the reception range.
(End of chapter)
