Three days ago.
To the north of Qixia Town, Dawan Village.
Han Yang, deputy battalion commander and first company commander of the independent battalion, returned from a meeting at the battalion headquarters and summoned deputy company commander Xia Dayi, company instructor Zhao Shihong and several platoon leaders such as Xu Wei, Feng Dali and others to his company headquarters for a meeting.
"Old Han, is there a combat mission?"
Xia Dayi asked as soon as he came in.
When Han Yang was still the platoon leader, Xia Dayi was his deputy platoon leader, so the two had a good relationship and didn't have so many worries when talking.
When Han Yang saw that everyone had arrived, he immediately nodded and said seriously:
"Yes, the battalion commander ordered that our company attack Qixia Town at 7 o'clock in the morning three days later!"
"What? Attack Qixia Town? Are we in the same company?"
What kind of military commander will lead what kind of troops.
Han Yang acted steadily, and his subordinates had the same style.
At this moment, when he heard that Qixia Town was about to be attacked, he did not jump three feet high, but was very shocked.
They almost exclaimed in unison.
"Yes, we are the only company to attack Qixia Town!
What, are you afraid? "
Han Yang smiled.
"Old Han, we are not afraid, we are just a little confused.
Although our first company is the absolute main force in the battalion, it is not impossible to capture Qixia Town, but the casualties of the soldiers may not be small.
Qixia Town is such a big town, so the Japs should have at least a squadron of troops stationed there, right?
The art of war says, "Ten encirclements". We have to use up to twice as many troops to attack the towns where the little devils have built strong fortifications. Isn't this too risky?
This Qixia Town is different from the Fuwan Town we attacked before!
Why didn't the battalion commander arrange for the second or third company to fight with us? "
Company instructor Zhao Shihong questioned.
"Instructor, since this is the battalion commander's order, then we just carry out the order. Where is there so much nonsense?"
Second platoon leader Feng Dali criticized him.
He was Yang Yuanshan's squad leader when he was the platoon leader of the New Regiment. Of course, he was Yang Yuanshan's supporter and resolutely carried out any of his orders.
As soon as he said these words, Zhao Shihong's face turned very ugly.
Xu Wei, the platoon leader next to him, quickly grabbed Feng Dali and said:
"Old Feng, what are you talking about? Why don't you apologize to the instructor quickly!"
He was a veteran and squad leader transferred from the troops left behind in his hometown. After entering the secret service camp, he was promoted to a platoon leader.
His ideological consciousness is much stronger than that of Feng Dali.
Seeing that his men were about to quarrel, Han Yang had to stand up and explain:
"Old Zhao, the mission given to us by the battalion commander this time is a feint attack. He is not rashly asking the soldiers to charge and die."
"Fake attack? Do we want to surround the point and call for reinforcements?"
Xia Dayi asked in surprise.
"good.
The battalion commander has a big plan!
His target is not the little Japs from the squadron in Qixia Town. He wants to eat all the little Japs’ reinforcements, and finally clean up Qixia Town..."
Han Yang sighed and synchronized Yang Yuanshan's plan with everyone.
Feng Dali can be regarded as Yang Yuanshan’s best admirer, clapping his hands and applauding:
"The battalion commander is really brave!
We can win another big victory. "
Xu Wei was a little worried:
"Deputy Battalion Commander, if the Japs come with too many reinforcements, can the Second and Third Companies withstand it?
Moreover, the little devils also have bombers, and those aerial bombs are so fierce!
Let's not wait until the time comes when we steal the chicken but lose the rice! "
"We don't have to worry about this, the battalion commander has his own arrangements.
The mission of our company is to build up momentum and pretend to attack Qixia Town so that the Japs can call for help. "
"Deputy battalion commander, just tell us how we will fight!"
Feng Dali jumped out and asked again.
"Originally, the battalion commander's plan was to first eat the little Japanese reinforcements, then encircle the whole battalion, close the net and capture Qixia Town.
But I don't want to do this!
That doesn't show the majesty of our first spy battalion as the absolute main force! "
Han Yang said with an unruly expression.
"Old Han, the plan of the battalion commander is inherently risky, so let's not make things more complicated, right?"
Zhao Shihong advised.
"It's not an extraneous incident. I just thought that once the kid reinforcements arrive to the battalion commander's satisfaction, I will immediately close the net and eat the kid in Qixia Town, and then go south to help Lao He and Lao Li to kill the kid reinforcements."
Han Yang waved his hand.
“But, do we have the strength?
If it were a night attack, it would be relatively easy for us to capture Qixia Town. Now if we want to encircle the area for reinforcements, we have to take the initiative to expose our firepower! "
Zhao Shihong still wanted to seek stability.
"So we have to play a smart battle. We must take the initiative to expose our strength and let the little devils ask for help, but we cannot attack Qixia Town in one go and make the little devils too desperate.
This is a test for us all the time.
But I have already pledged myself in front of the battalion commander that our company must complete this task! "
Han Yang's face was inevitably a little solemn. He seemed to understand why the battalion commander gave this task to his company.
He just felt that he was the most likely to complete this task. If the guards of Wei Dayong's group were to come and rush into the town with a single charge, it would be a disaster.
Now that what he said came to this point, everyone present understood that this battle was inevitable, and no one immediately raised any objections.
Afterwards, Han Yang had a discussion with several of his generals and carefully discussed the specific plan for the feint attack on Qixia Town. Then he assigned tasks to everyone and asked them to hurry up and prepare.
…
Instructor Zhao Shihong accepted Han Yang's mission and immediately asked a correspondent to call Hu Mancang, the militia captain of Dawan Village where they were stationed, to the company headquarters.
"Instructor Zhao, are you looking for me?"
Hu Mancang is a man in his thirties. He looks like a farmer and has strong hands. He is a good worker at first glance.
"Captain Hu, I called you this time because I have a combat mission. What do you think?"
Time was urgent, so Zhao Shihong got straight to the point.
"What? There's going to be a war? Okay!
Instructor Zhao, what do you need from our militia? Just ask! "
Hu Mancang's heart was pounding and his face was very excited.
Ever since he became the captain of the militia, he had followed the district team to destroy the railroad of the Japs, but he had never really fought in a serious battle.
"I need you to summon the militia teams from other nearby villages, bring guns, ammunition, shovels and hoes, and gather here. We need at least four to five hundred people this time. As for the specific combat mission, we will wait until the people arrive, Han The deputy battalion commander will make arrangements.
How about it? Having trouble? "
"No problem! I, Old Hu, know all the militia captains from these eight villages! I'll go find them right away!"
Hu Mancang walked away.
…
The next morning, nearly twenty militia teams, totaling more than 400 people, arrived at Dawan Village.
When Han Yang heard that the militiamen were coming, he quickly came out to greet them and exchange greetings with everyone.
Seeing that most of these people were wearing ordinary people's clothes, he immediately asked Zhao Shihong:
"Old Zhao, do we still have any spare military uniforms in our company? Take them out and give them to everyone!"
"Old Han, there are only one or two hundred items, which are not enough to share among so many people!"
Zhao Shihong frowned. He understood Han Yang's purpose. If the militia didn't change their uniforms, how could they pretend to be the main force?
"Then let the soldiers bring out a piece of their own clothes. After this battle is over, I will go to the camp to get new ones for them!"
Han Yang agreed.
"yes!"
Zhao Shihong nodded quickly and sent someone to make arrangements.
The military uniforms of the soldiers in the special agent battalion are always made from the military coats and trousers of the little devils, and then re-dyed and remade.
Since there were many wars, military uniforms were abundant.
On average, a new suit will be issued to the soldiers every one or two months, so now the soldiers are asked to contribute, and the soldiers have no objections.
Soon, hundreds of new or semi-new military uniforms were presented to the militia.
Seeing that the militiamen had done nothing, one of them received a gray military uniform of excellent quality, and they were all very excited.
There was inevitably a lot of discussion:
"The treatment of this main force is really good. We are here to help, and we also have military uniform leaders!"
"The quality of this military uniform is so good, look at how thick it is!"
"Yes, yes, it will last for three years!"
"Hey, tell me, are these military uniforms just lent to us? Are we going to have to pay them back after the war?"
"Of course you have to pay it back. Why are you helping the main force with some work, and you just want to get this nice military uniform? Are you, Mr. Wang, too shameless?"
"You are so fucking shameless! Isn't this what I'm asking?"
…
After hearing their discussion, Han Yang immediately stood up and said:
"Comrades, this military uniform is given to you by us!
You don’t have to pay it back after the war! "
As soon as he said this, the militiamen naturally started talking again, and everyone's face was filled with joy.
They all muttered in their hearts: The leader of the main force is so open and generous in his work! We are really here!
At this time, Han Yang saw that most of the guns they brought were old sleeves and homemade guns that could not be used on the table. Occasionally there were a few Hanyang-made and 38-type guns. He immediately ordered all the weapons in stock in the company to be sold out. Moved here.
There are more than 200 Sanba Dagai and dozens of Hanyang-made ones.
Seeing that the number of these guns was obviously not enough for one person, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Zhao Shihong also noticed this problem and quickly suggested:
"Old Han, why don't you send someone to the camp to get some? There will definitely be no shortage in the camp."
“Coming and going, most of the day was wasted, forget it.
Anyway, we don't expect the militiamen to play a big role, this is enough. "
Han Yang waved his hand.
Then he said loudly:
"Comrades, we invite you here to fight with us on the battlefield. If you are not afraid of death, just stand up and take the gun!"
As soon as he said this, the militiamen all stepped forward and shouted:
"None of us are afraid of death!"
Everyone's eyes were filled with excitement. When they saw those bright and beautiful guns, they wanted to pounce on them and grab them.
After hearing their answers, Han Yang couldn't help but touch his nose, knowing that he had said something stupid.
He rolled his eyes and could only point to a crooked-neck tree thirty meters away and ordered:
“Come on, a team of ten, come up and shoot with guns.
If you hit the crooked neck tree, you can get the gun, but if you don't hit it, you can't! "
Zhao Shihong couldn't help but whisper in his ear:
"Old Han, isn't this a waste of bullets?"
He didn't say it clearly, but Han Yang understood what he meant - it is estimated that many of these militiamen have never touched the 38 cover, and may not even be able to shoot.
Let them shoot, it's a complete waste of bullets!
Han Yang waved his hand:
"It's okay, it's just a matter of hundreds of bullets, our secret service camp has no shortage of bullets!"
Zhao Shihong was speechless when he heard this, and thought to himself: You learned well from the battalion commander!
This inhumane style is exactly the same as his!
When the militiamen saw that they could actually get a chance to practice target this time, they were all excited and eager to try their skills.
They kept talking:
"This main force is too generous. They actually allow each of us to take a shot!"
"Yes, this is my first opportunity to shoot a gun."
"It would be great if I could join the main force. Wouldn't it be possible to shoot every day?"
…
The next target shooting process is naturally difficult to describe, and most people's bullets don't know where they flew.
There are less than 200 people who can hit the crooked-necked tree!
These people were given priority and Han Yang looked at the discouraged militia members who had not received guns, and then ordered:
"There are more than a hundred guns here. Now keep shooting. Hit the crooked neck tree first, then take a gun and leave. When the last gun is taken, it's over!"
"What? Can you still fight?
Does this main force have so many bullets? "
The militiamen were shocked.
"Isn't this a waste of bullets?"
The militia captains were distressed.
"Old Han, isn't it necessary? We can keep these guns for now and use them as replacement weapons!"
Not only was Zhao Shihong's face twitching with distress, his liver also hurt.
"It's okay. Just think of it as shooting training for new recruits. It only takes a few hundred rounds of ammunition!"
Han Yang continued to make light remarks.
He thought to himself: After this battle, the battalion will definitely be expanded. By then, these militiamen will be the best reserve soldiers. Now asking them to do shooting training will simply rot in the pot. It is not a loss!
Not a loss!
…
With one operation as fierce as a tiger's, Han Yang's hundreds of guns were finally divided.
Then Han Yang asked deputy company commander Xia Dayi to bring more than a dozen platoon leaders over to organize and organize the militiamen, and then took them quietly towards the north of Qixia Town.
(End of chapter)
