The wind seems to have dropped a lot.
Quickly build defenses based on the gun towers.
Xiong Ertian was very satisfied with the well-trained military quality of the imperial army.
I stood on the top of the turret and looked around with a telescope for a long time, but I didn't feel anything was wrong.
He knew very well that in the endless stretches of green gauze tents, countless eyes were watching the warriors expanding the trenches.
If poison gas bombs weren't expensive and difficult to make, everyone on Tubal Road would have died here this time.
When he thought of the tragic situation after his men's death, he couldn't help but shudder in his heart as he was used to seeing countless people killed in strong winds and waves.
The afternoon sun is even more intense.
The two black buttons on the front of the gray military cap were burned by the sun.
The sun shone quietly on Hu Yi, and he didn't feel hot at all.
Under the curved brim of his hat, with black eyebrows and thin red eyes, Hu Yi looked at the dark-faced, sturdy soldier standing opposite with his patched military uniform.
The muddy sweat on the soldier's cheek reflected the sunlight, and he looked at Hu Yi with sharp eyes: "Self-regiment guard camp? You have more than a thousand people and you have the nerve to call it a camp?"
Hu Yi's eyesight didn't seem to be very good, and everything he saw was blurry.
Liu Yuanqing actually asked someone to wash his eyes with lime water. Can that lime water wash his eyes?
Moreover, they claimed that drinking lime water can alleviate poisoning, and then forced them to spit out the lime water and burn their throats!
So much so that now nearly half of the people in the Ninth Battalion speak with hoarse voices.
From time to time, he raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes: "Most of the team are guerrilla militiamen from the third column."
"Guerrillas? Militia? You, more than a thousand men, dare to stop a Japanese motorized brigade of equal strength!" The burly soldier looked at the battalion commander surnamed Hu who spoke in a strange voice with an expression of disbelief.
The enemy was facing a formidable enemy. The two of them said nothing more, and the topic immediately turned to the Japanese who were defending the fort.
soon.
The burly soldiers began to draw situation diagrams with bayonets in the sorghum fields.
Hu Yi used sorghum poles to thrust into the ground from time to time.
The rough surface of the enemy's situation on the ground slowly turned into a three-dimensional sand table.
The commanders of the main regiment were unconsciously surrounded by a circle.
Everyone unanimously remained quiet.
Listen carefully to the deduction between the deputy division commander and the guard battalion commander from the Allied Autonomous Army.
Or sporadic gunshots could be heard from time to time in the distance from the direction of the Japanese gun towers.
Everyone thought that the deputy commander was discussing combat plans with the commander and chief of staff at the headquarters.
Many new terms and terms on the battlefield seem unheard of, but they seem to have been seen in books when studying.
The battalion commander surnamed Hu said that he seemed to be taking an offensive against the Japanese who were in a favorable location and had infantry artillery and mortars!
The commanders nearby finally began to whisper: "With our small arms and legs, we are fighting a positional battle with the Japanese? We are completely overestimating our capabilities."
"Fifth company commander, why can't you open up the situation? Didn't we just launch a wave of attacks on the Japanese?
"Can that be considered an attack just now? We concentrated our superior forces on a surprise attack on the Japanese, right?"
"That's right, at most it's just an enemy station and a nuisance to me."
"Didn't you see that the Japanese were beaten away by us?"
"Run? I'm glad you can explain it. The Japanese are right over the turret. They want to take advantage of the open space."
"Hey, have you noticed the friendly troops? I think their eyes are redder than rabbit eyes. It seems that most of the soldiers have pinkeye."
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. They were poison gas bombed by the Japanese."
The battle plan drawn up by Hu Yi was not complicated.
Since the Japanese chose to stick to their guns, they had two possibilities. One was to take advantage of the open space to take advantage of their strengths and wait for work.
The second is to stand firm and wait for help.
The girl with pigtails was sitting on the sorghum field, chewing on sorghum poles.
Quietly looking at Hu Yi and the deputy commander of the third division.
I originally thought that I would have to wait until dark to find the fox, but I didn't expect that the fox heard that someone was attacking the Japanese here, and quickly sent a correspondent to contact them.
She had been sitting here for a long time, but there was no news about Madman Yang or Zhang Xiaodao.
The fox is fine.
She now wants to know how Mad Mad Dog Yang and the others are doing now.
I am very worried that the reconnaissance company I finally organized will be severely damaged.
The high-spirited pigtails drooped silently, and another correspondent trotted over to report the situation.
Seeing Xiao Hongying, she shook her head and spoke proactively without waiting for a question: "There is no news about the sheep or dogs you mentioned."
Without stopping at all, he ran towards the headquarters where a circle of people surrounded him.
Not long after, the correspondent came back and stopped when he passed Xiao Hongying's position: "I didn't find the corpse of the Japanese with a towel on his new arm."
Xiao Hongying raised her head: "Thank you"
Seeing the rifle with a scope on Xiaohong's back, the correspondent hesitated to move: "Can I ask you a question?"
"you say."
"Are you really the instructor?"
The girl raised her head again: "You don't believe it?"
"I believe you," the correspondent said, turning around and preparing to run away: "If you were the instructor, why didn't I see you there to listen to the deputy commander discussing tactics with your battalion commander?"
"Hmph..." Xiao Hongying curled her lips and smiled contemptuously: "What the fox can do, I can do it."
"You can really boast. Hey, girl, you called your battalion commander a fox. Isn't he angry?"
"Girl, you're not the one calling me, you're a bad correspondent and you're not good enough!" Facing these main regiment soldiers whose equipment was not as good as that of the Ninth Battalion, her heart was full of pride.
The correspondent scratched his head in embarrassment and finally turned around and ran into the green gauze tent.
The proud expression on Xiao Hongying's face disappeared, and her brows furrowed.
At this moment, we must find a way to find Crazy Yang’s big dogs Li Laosan and Zhang Xiaodao.
She was indeed very worried about whether Madman Yang could come back smoothly!
Did Zhang Xiaodao really rush into the enemy pile?
It would be fine if it was Liu Yuanqing who could speak the Japanese bird language, so she wouldn't be too worried.
But Zhang Xiaodao is a young boy who can even sing with a dialect accent, how can he possibly sneak into the Japs crowd?
But Liu Yuanqing said that Zhang Xiaodao was a sniper. Maybe he could really sneak into the enemy group.
I was worried about success and failure and broke another sorghum.
A guard at the headquarters next to him finally couldn't help but warned the little girl: "Hey, I told you three times, if you break the sorghum again, I will sue your battalion commander!"
Xiao Hongying raised her beautiful, melancholy eyes and stared at the guard, making her heart tremble.
After a long while, the guard finally couldn't help it: "Hey, why are you looking at me like this?"
After tearing open the hard skin of the sorghum stalk, the girl bit off a piece of sorghum stalk and chewed a few mouthfuls: "It's so sweet! Do you want to try it?"
"I don't want to ruin the crops."
"Auntie, I want to go to the front line. What do you think?"
"Hey, your battalion commander said that if you dare to run, let me break your legs."
"Then let me ask you, if I don't go to the front line, how can I know where those guys are?"
"Don't tell me these useless things. If you want to go to the turret, there is no way." The guard turned back to the instructor, with a look of contempt on his face: "You, a little girl, can be an instructor, I will always I think your Autonomous Army Battalion Commander Hu is blind."
Xiao Hongying was stunned for a moment: "Then tell me, why can't I be an instructor?"
"You said you are an instructor, but you have been sitting here for a long time, and there is not even a single person to report to you. The war is about to begin, and you are not with your team, but you came to the intersection to inquire about information. You are an instructor. What should I do?" The guard looked proud and took care of Xiao Hongying up and down: "Look at your little arms and legs. In addition to being able to write a few words, if you carry a rifle and walk three miles, you will be out of breath. Son."
(End of chapter)
