Li Huanzhang led the soldiers with the miscellaneous captured guns, including the clothes stripped from the bandits. The common people carried the wounded along with the prisoners, and hurriedly left eastward along the path on the plain.
All the companies in the village gathered together.
There were still some people in the team who were slightly injured and bandaged but did not leave. They sat in the spring sunshine and maintained their formation. The dark crowd sat in the spring sunshine.
They were talking quietly in their respective companies, no one was making a loud noise, and the place was still buzzing. Occasionally, I looked up to see the correspondents and armed workers running back and forth in the village.
The devil is coming!
According to the usual practice in the past, as long as the Japanese knew that the Japanese were coming to raid, the team had to move. But today, the three battalion commanders seemed to have no intention of moving at all!
Wen Wuquan, a soldier of the 1st Battalion, was sitting in the ranks of Luo Fugui Company of the 9th Battalion, constantly looking around.
From time to time, he greeted his comrades in the company who were standing next to him.
Unfortunately, the platoon leader Tiedan opposite had no intention of letting him go back to the first company, and quietly told him that he must follow Li Xiang more, and he must learn the essentials of grenade and mortar shooting...
Promote him to platoon leader when you get back!
Wen Wuquan lowered his head to organize his equipment in the sun, deliberately letting the soldiers next to him see the shell gun on his shoulder.
According to Big Dog's platoon leader, the shell gun was useless on the battlefield, but he didn't believe it at all?
Since the big dog said it was useless, the responsibility of carrying the shell gun fell on him. When he heard that the Japanese were coming, he quickly took it out and pretended to wipe it.
Last night, bandits attacked the village in the north and killed more than a dozen bandits who entered the village. Unfortunately, he didn't recover any guns or bullets from the dead bandits!
When the bandits retreated, they took away most of the belongings from the corpses, and he didn't share the rest.
However, when chasing the group of bandits in the north of the village, he nervously shot and knocked down a bandit. When cleaning the battlefield, he told Big Dog that he had killed a bandit.
Big Dog was very happy, and with a wave of his hand, he stabbed the bandit who was seriously injured and could not be treated directly to the Queen of the West. Big Dog said that everything on the body belonged to him, and no one had any opinions on this. One of the national soldiers under Dog was very generous and gave him some bullets.
Therefore, he now had an unprecedented forty-three bullets in his bullet bag, and he had counted them several times.
Each small bag of the bullet belt contained five bullets, and it hit his chest heavily when he walked. This feeling made him very excited.
Eight of the bullets were round-nose pistol bullets. I felt a little regretful that I couldn't get ten rounds, otherwise I would have had the same number in each small bag!
Satisfied, I divided the bullets into nine parts. Unfortunately, there were not so many bridges, so I could only place them randomly in the bullet bag.
Some are envious of other comrades who have Japanese-style cowhide bullet boxes. Although they are hidden under their clothes and cannot be seen, the bulging clothes can tell what is hidden inside. ...
I heard Big Dog say that those guys are fools. How inconvenient is it to hide bullets in their clothes during battle?
Tie the two strips of cloth sewn on the bullet bag into a slip knot to prevent the bullets inside from being lost during the march.
All the rifle bullets were stuffed into the barrel one after another, and there was no problem with the caliber.
Occasionally I think of the bandit's eyes under the torch, helpless, panic, despair...
When the bayonet stabbed diagonally into the bandit's heart from the abdomen, the bandit finally howled and said to him: "Thank you..."
He still doesn't understand why the bandit said thank you.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look up at the platoon leader Tiedan next to me. There seemed to be tears hanging on the platoon leader's dirty face...
Tiedan was indeed very sad.
The company he brought over this time suffered more than 20 sacrifices and more than 30 minor or serious injuries, and the casualties were over half!
Even though the Independent Regiment had killed more than 100 bandit Huidaomen armed men and captured more than 200 prisoners, he still felt sorry for those comrades who had sacrificed their lives.
The soldiers are his brothers in life and death. Many of them have been trained by him since they joined the Eighth Route Army. Yesterday before dark and before the battle, they were still joking with him, saying that when they returned to the mountains, he would treat them to the most delicious barbecue in the mountains. , drink the strongest wine.
They even agreed to find a wife together after victory, have a dozen boys, and then join the army to fight the Japanese...
He closed the eyes of each corpse with his own hands, dug a big pit with an engineering shovel, shoveled the soil himself, and buried the fallen soldiers on a small slope in the south where they could get the sun. He buried all his comrades together. There was no coffin, just a wooden sign.
I heard from the soldiers of the Ninth Battalion that the feng shui here is not very good. After the victory, we will build a beautiful cemetery for them. It must be more magnificent than the cemetery of the richest landowner in these ten miles and eight towns!
War makes a soldier mature quickly. The soldiers did not show fear because of the sacrifice of their comrades. No one even deliberately mentioned the names of those comrades who sacrificed their lives.
Just like Camp Commander Hu, there is no smile on everyone's face, only unyielding perseverance!
A crow was croaking in the village, and Tiedan wanted to shoot the crow into powder.
The independent regiment has been expanded. Judging from the situation of the ninth battalion, he will definitely be the main company commander of the first battalion after he returns!
He is still the platoon leader and is temporarily under the command of Ma Liang.
In the plains, there is no need to train new recruits all day long. Unexpectedly, the Li Xiang Company of the Ninth Battalion turned out to be a grenade company...
Although there were only a few grenades, I heard that Lao Qin, who stayed behind, still had mortars. It was said that they didn't bring them because there were no shells.
I heard that two more mortars were seized this time, one in the 2nd Battalion and one in the 9th Battalion. They also had no shells.
Battalion Commander Hu was really good to the soldiers of the first company. He specially arranged for Ma Liang to take care of his platoon, and treated them equally with food, equipment and equipment.
If it weren't for Wen Wuquan's reputation, he wouldn't have even had a chance to touch the mortar hidden by Li Xiang, let alone listen to the formulas Wan Biaoxi said during the artillery training this morning.
After he came back, he wrote all the formulas in his notebook. He secretly vowed to get a mortar for the first battalion!
Wan Dao Xi was so popular in the Nine Camps that even the commander of the Second Battalion, Gao Yidao, personally gave him a captured watch this morning!
Battalion Commander Gao also told him not to let Battalion Commander Hu know...
Since Wan Baoxi found out that Hu Yi was once a member of the National Army and later defected to the Eighth Route Army, he thought that since everyone was a member of the National Army before, it would be good to work under Camp Commander Hu.
It was originally believed that the Eighth Route Army was short of guns and ammunition and had to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese for bayonets. After following the Eighth Route Army for several consecutive battles, I discovered that there were actually teams with strong combat capabilities in the Eighth Route Army.
The two battalion commanders Gao Yidao and Wang Peng actually charged into the battle with their bayonets straight. It seems that the rumor that the Eighth Route Army is not afraid of death is really not true!
A general is a soldier's courage... Sigh... What a pity... If those officers in the national army were so unafraid of death, would they be able to defeat the little Japs?
If I were the battalion commander, I would definitely not be so stupid. The bullets on the battlefield are not long-sighted.
To be honest, Battalion Commander Hu is like a regular army. I heard that he never orders his men to charge with bayonets drawn. Even if they attack, he never fights without confidence. He starts to rely on firepower to fight the enemy from two to three hundred meters away. suppress.
When he thought of the battlefield, he immediately thought of his fellow villagers who had fought to the death in Shandong, and he suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
Li Xiang, who was next to Wan Baoxi, asked: "Hey... Baoxi, I'm calling you, why are you so dumbfounded..."
Wan Shuoxi came back to his senses: "Hey, I was distracted. What did you just say?"
"Nothing else, I just want to ask about the specific personnel configuration of a mortar platoon in a battalion of the Chinese army..."
Wan Shouxian recalled his thoughts, looked at the large circle of heads around him, and thought for a while: "A general infantry regiment has a direct artillery company, equipped with six 82 mortars, and then each battalion is equipped with two more , three battalions with a total of six guns, a total of twelve guns.
A German Arms Regiment has a squad of fourteen people, an ordinary regiment has ten people, and an artillery platoon usually has thirty-three people, including the platoon leader, three squad leaders, a correspondent, an observer, plus a first gunner, a second gunner, and a third gunner. A standard base number of artillery shells is one One hundred and twenty rounds, eight and a half kilograms of artillery shells plus the box weighs more than a thousand kilograms. Even if the artillery shells are generally handled by the battalion transport platoon, they still have to be equipped with ten or eight ammunition handlers..."
Wan kept talking in detail, and people around him kept taking notes in large and small notebooks.
If you can't write a word, put a cross or a circle...
Wan Cai took the time to take a look at a certain soldier who was holding a pencil and taking notes very seriously. Most of the page on his lap was filled with circles or crosses... There were still a few holes in the paper...
It’s better not to remember it!
Wan Bashi suddenly remembered that when he first joined the artillery platoon, he had the intention of firing cannons without charging, but later on, it was completely different from what he had imagined.
Therefore, he had no intention of hiding anything. Besides, the use of mortars is not complicated. This is not a secret in itself. It would be fun if it could be used with infantry cannons!
He knows very well, and everyone who has been on the battlefield also knows that during a battle, the artillery platoon and the light and heavy machine gun men switch most frequently!
Every time you fight one or two battles, there will be a new crop of people...
In the national army, I don’t know when he was added to the artillery corps...
People often talk about being cannon fodder. In fact, those who engage in cannon fodder die the fastest!
No matter how well the officers protect the artillery, it is still the enemy's most important target!
All firepower will give priority to artillery, and even send small groups of elite troops to detour and attack at all costs. Therefore, artillery is the easiest to become cannon fodder!
Since they are willing to learn how to make artillery, Wan Pang is attentive, sympathetic, and admirable. They are real warriors!
However, the Japanese were about to attack, and now that the Eighth Route Army had no artillery shells, it was useless to tell him at this time.
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