On this ancient land of the Central Plains, Zhaozhuang Village is in front, bathing in the sunshine of early spring.
Long Fanzhang was a little excited. He took his squad and the theater liaison officer, followed Captain Geng, and walked quickly from the west of the village into the Eighth Route Army headquarters in the village.
"Report, this is Commander Long, the friendly guerrilla leader!" Captain Geng's voice made the four people dressed as civilians who were sitting at the table in the room turn their heads.
"Oh, are you the Commander Long that your superiors mentioned? You are finally here." A man in his thirties stood up and extended his hand enthusiastically.
Long Fanzhang took off his white gloves and reached out to shake Captain Yang's hand.
"Commander Long, please take a seat!" Seeing that the other three did not stand up to shake hands with this man, Captain Yang hesitated and immediately pointed to the bench next to him.
After speaking, he turned over the tea cup that was upside down on the table, poured boiling water on it, pushed it to the edge of the table, and stood directly next to Hu Yi.
Then he pointed at the three and introduced them respectively: "This is Battalion Commander Hu of the Independent Regiment,"
"This is Battalion Commander Gao Yidao..."
"This is Battalion Commander Wang Peng..."
Long Fanzhang was stunned for a moment, he was just beating up a bandit... Three battalion commanders came?
Look at these people, none of them are wearing military uniforms. There is only one table and four stools in the room. There is no radio station, and there is not even a document for recording... Is this an armed work force... or a guerrilla force from the Eighth Route Army?
He had seen a lot of unorganized Eighth Route Army independent regiments, independent battalions, independent brigades, and independent detachments. He was not surprised.
Judging from the few people in front of me, they should not be fuel-efficient lamps.
Commander Long did not show any pretense, and handed over his hands to the three battalion commanders who were sitting there with a bad look on their faces: "Hello, three battalion commanders, I, Long Fanzhang, I am in enemy-occupied territory this time. I hope you will give me your advice!"
The words were spoken tepidly, neither artificial nor warm.
Captain Yang didn't talk nonsense: "Well, that's the case. Commander Long came here to fight guerrillas with us. It has been approved by his superiors. The superiors meant that we are friendly forces and should cooperate more. As for how to fight, the superiors did not give clear instructions. It’s just a principle, to cause chaos in enemy-occupied areas!”
Hu Yi looked at Long Fanzhang with an expressionless face.
Gao Yidao had a dark face, but his heart was filled with joy. Hehe, national army guerrillas? What kind of bullshit is that? In the past few years, they deliberately created friction with the Eighth Route Army every year and launched large-scale sieges on my base area several times! They even sent troops to besiege Yan'an. Now you come here and you still want me to cooperate? Hehe, if it weren't for the sake of fighting Japanese invaders, it would be weird if I didn't stab you in the back!
Wang Peng saw that Hu Yi and Gao Yida didn't move their swords, so naturally he didn't feel good about it either.
When Long Fanzhang saw this scene, he was not surprised and smiled slightly: "Haha, I think you brothers may have prejudices against me. I am a straightforward person. We are all soldiers. If I offend anyone, please forgive me. Please forgive me. As for the past grievances and grudges, put them aside for now. The ultimate goal of everything is to drive the Japanese out of China... How about that?"
Gao Yidao was stunned for a moment. This man's words were a bit evil. You, a little commander... dare to speak arrogant words to drive the Japanese out of China? We don’t have time to talk to him about these nonsense slogans: “The devils are coming here right now. If you really want to fight the devils, then everyone will fight the devils with real swords and guns. Of course, if you want to cause trouble, we will Just wait and see..."
Long Huanzhang was stunned for a moment. They all said that they would not hit the smiling person with their hands, but this person actually spoke so disrespectfully that he was speechless!
Captain Yang didn't have a good impression of the National Army, but since his superiors arranged for them to come over, they naturally had their considerations in mind. He immediately gave Gao Yidao, who was sitting opposite, a wink, meaning that just now we were still discussing how to send the National Army guerrillas over. When the team takes the blame, everyone comes to your door, so you have to give them a good look, right?
Hu Yi, who was sitting on the side, understood the virtues of Gao Yidao. After so many years in the Independent Regiment, the two of them were still incompatible. Since the national army was willing to take the blame, it was of course the best. He didn't waste any words and pointed directly. Map on the table: "According to the information we received, the troops dispatched by the Japanese this time are not many, just more than half a squadron, two armored vehicles, three motorcycles, and more than one company of security forces. If we include the bandit security forces in the north, The total strength of the army is more than 2,000!"
Long Huanzhang saw that the battalion commander surnamed Hu did not mention the past and directly talked about the situation of the Japanese. He did not pretend to be pretentious and turned his attention to the map.
...
South of the village.
Wan Dao watched the teams leaving one after another carefully, and the blood in his heart was ignited again: "Li Xiang, can you help me get a rifle?"
Li Xiang was stunned for a moment: "You want a rifle? Why don't you go find Big Dog? There is no shortage of guns in the team?"
Wan Baoxi felt a little embarrassed: "Big Dog said that I just surrendered, so I have to investigate..."
Li Xiang thought for a moment: "Okay, I'll lend you a gun first. I said you'd better shoot grenades with me later."
"The grenade is not very powerful. It's almost like throwing a grenade. It's not interesting. When you get the mortar grenades that day, you can use both hands to open your eyes..."
The last person walking out from the yard with Hu Yi was an officer wearing a straight uniform of the national army.
All the soldiers were surprised.
Tiedan bumped Ma Liang next to him with his arm: "Who is that guy from?"
"I didn't even see this guy when I came out of the yard not long ago, so I don't know."
"Didn't you arrange the outpost? Where did this national army officer come from?"
...
The bandits originally just speculated that the Eighth Route Army was together with the national army.
The original plan was to impersonate the national army, but Hu Yi did not expect that the national army actually came this time.
The plan is very simple. The bandits have said that if they attack, they will only shoot into the sky, so that the Eighth Route Army can also relax.
If you even believe what the bandits say, you will suffer big losses sooner or later!
Who knows what those bandits are planning to do? Now that there are more soldiers, guns, and bullets, it’s really easy to use these devils to sacrifice the flag!
The first two or three motorcycles slowly turned to the north, with no intention of going to the three dismantled cannon plume positions.
The Japanese lieutenant who led the team was not a fool. He dared to attack one or two thousand bandits. He was not arrogant enough to attack the enemy with more than half of his squadron.
The lieutenant's idea is very simple. Even if it is an offensive and sweep, the bandits and security forces must be at the front!
Seeing that the turret in front was not far away.
The Japanese sergeant sitting in the sidecar immediately raised his machine gun and carefully observed the situation in the gun tower.
A large group of Imperial Army soldiers were sitting or lying down, basking in the spring sunshine.
Seeing the motorcycle approaching and the convoy of cars behind them bringing up bursts of dust, the Imperial Army soldiers quickly stood up and lined up to greet them.
Jun then turned around and looked at the nearby village not far away. The windy wilderness was desolate.
The motorcycle drove directly into the open space outside the turret.
Wang Sanzhu, who was in the turret, was waiting with an interpreter. He walked to the motorcycle, saluted and said: "Taijun... you have to make the decision for me..."
The traitor translator next to him quickly translated what Wang Sanzhu said into the language of birds. After hearing this, the Japanese Army Cao was stunned. One or two thousand of your men were defeated. How can you make the decision?
You lost your face by yourself, of course you have to pick it up yourself!
However, it was not his turn to make the decision yet. The sergeant looked calm and did not answer at all. He just put the truck on his back and stood by the roadside with a bow, waiting for the lieutenant sitting in the car behind him to come over and make battle arrangements.
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