The sun rises and the morning light shines.
A crowd of people were gathered at the gate of Datong City waiting to leave the city. Although this was an enemy-occupied area, life had to go on.
Even if the ruler changes, he must still live and survive.
Datong is the transportation center of Shanxi-Chasui-Sui and the intersection of Ping-Sui and Tong-Pu.
It is also an important storage and transshipment center for coal products in northern Shanxi and grain from Shanxi and Suizhou. Materials from Pingjin and Tianjin entering the interior of northern Shanxi are also distributed here.
Therefore, this is the economic center of northern Shanxi, and it is also the top priority of the Japanese defense.
Zheng Hu held the horse and hid in the crowd, watching the Japanese who were guarding the city gate unhurriedly. Those memories stained red by blood could not help but come to mind again.
After the fall of Datong, the Japanese committed countless tragedies in order to achieve their goal of ruling here, including five cases involving more than 1,000 people. More than 3,800 people were killed in xx city; more than 2,300 people were killed in xx county; more than 1,000 people were killed in xx city; more than 1,000 people were killed in xx city; more than 1,070 people were killed in xx east.
The statistical work of each of these misfortunes is basically reported to his leadership after the collection is completed.
Zheng Hu calmed down and tried not to think about these past things, for fear of affecting his subsequent command, because he hadn't fought such a big battle for a long time.
Our own guerrillas, plus brother troops, had almost a thousand people participating in the war this time.
The guerrilla department is not like the regular army. The more people there are, the more energy it takes to command. So this time he divided the more than 700 people he could command into three groups of different sizes.
He could not mobilize other brother troops. If he did not want to borrow artillery, he would not want the brother troops to participate.
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This is not because he is greedy for credit, but in this era of inconvenient communication, sending messages across twenty or thirty kilometers is a difficult task.
Moreover, this operation can be regarded as a blitzkrieg. From the moment he forced the train to stop to the end of the battle, he only had one hour at most, and this time also included the time to collect supplies.
As for killing or capturing the major general, that was only a secondary task in his plan.
At this moment, he looked at the city gate that had not been opened, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, because usually the city would open at about 7 o'clock, but today it was almost 9 o'clock, and the Japanese who were working for foreigners had not made any move yet.
After a long wait, finally at around nine o'clock, the Japs slowly opened the city gate and let people out of the city.
As the city gate opened, Zheng Hu led a gray horse and slowly walked through the city gate with the flow of people.
Looking back at the city wall full of vicissitudes of life, he got on his horse, waved his whip, and walked away.
Since the arrangements were made in advance, not much time was wasted in mobilizing in front of the station and assigning tasks. The general arrangement was completed at about 11 o'clock in Zhaojiawozi, which is already north of Ying County. The rest is The three groups of troops took action separately.
I checked the time, it was 11:20, and I had to hurry up because I had to go to the brother army in person.
At 1:30 in the afternoon, Zheng Hu arrived at Fukuhara Village as scheduled. The leader here, Qi Delong, was his old acquaintance. The two of them had cooperated a lot over the years.
I came here not for anything else, but for the guns!
Two "97-type" mortars and more than a dozen rounds of artillery shells.
Even though there are two mortars that can be seen everywhere on the battlefield, Zheng Hu doesn't have them. Although he has a 92 gun, direct-aiming artillery like the 92 gun is not suitable for this ambush.
The Type 97 mortar has various advantages such as curved trajectory, small dead zone, fast rate of fire, high power, light weight, and small size, and is particularly suitable for erecting in mountainous areas such as Daqiuling.
This time, in order to make the battle go smoothly, he came here to borrow the cannon.
Revolutionary comrades don't talk nonsense when they meet. Qi Delong greeted Zheng Hu immediately after seeing him, "Huzi, long time no see. I heard that you are planning to do something big? What, do you also have a brother's share?"
Qi Delong was yelling. Datong was fifty miles away from him. He knew that Zheng Hu was fine and would never risk his life to see him run away.
Zheng Hu didn't waste any time and directly explained his purpose: "Of course, didn't I think of you, brother, so I came here to borrow a cannon from you?"
"Borrowing cannons? No!" Upon hearing this, Qi Delong immediately shook his head like a rattle.
Just kidding, the labor and management only have two cannons with less than 10 shells. If they are lent to you, they will all be shot in one go.
Zheng Hu smiled, looked at Qi Delong with a look that had already seen through you, and then curled his lips: "I know you have two Nine-Seven Styles, don't make me cry. We fought at the cooperative end a year ago, and you still Two shots were fired."
Qi Delong rolled his eyes, "No, you are fooling me, that's a grenade!"
"Why are you lying with your eyes open? How can I not tell the difference between a grenade and a mortar? You think I'm stupid, just tell me in the room!"
"Okay!" Qi Delong said, leading Zheng Hu into the house.
After closing the door, Zheng Hu said: "Map!"
After the map was laid out, Zheng Hu explained his plan. After finishing speaking, Qi Delong smacked his mouth and said, "Good boy, Major General!"
"Are there any cannons this time?" Zheng Hu asked.
Regarding the major general's final itinerary, only four intelligence stations received accurate information, and only the Zheng Hu branch was the one who ultimately carried out the sniper mission.
Coupled with the slow transmission of information, Qi Delong only now knew that a major general had become Zheng Hu's target.
Qi Delong was forty years old. He was an old guerrilla and revolutionary. He could usually kill a second lieutenant and he would be happy for half the night. This time he had the opportunity to kill a major general, which made him want to participate.
Of course he knew exactly how much heavy firepower like mortars was in stock.
However, given his years of experience fighting the Japanese, he could certainly tell that his little inventory was not enough to fight this ambush, so he frowned and said, "Yes, but there are seven more shells left. This is not my brother." I’ll lie to you, I’ve used a lot of rounds to fight the Japanese these days.”
"You loser, you don't know how to save money!" Zheng Hu couldn't help but cursed when he heard that there were still seven rounds of artillery shells.
"Baimao family, brother, most of my men are from mud-legged backgrounds. It's good to be able to fire cannons, so it's just a waste." Qi Delong roared weakly.
Zheng Hu calculated it and found that although there were fewer shells, seven rounds should be enough, so he continued: "Okay, seven rounds are enough. Pack the cannons for me quickly. I want to take them away."
"I said, Zheng Hu, you came to my place just to rob me, right? When you came, you asked me to borrow the cannon. The labor and management haven't said yet whether I will lend it to you or not?"
Zheng Hu smiled and said, "How dare you say you don't want to borrow it?"
Zheng Hu also smiled and raised his hands: "I can borrow it, but I have conditions?"
"What are the conditions? Tell me quickly, labor and management are in a hurry!" Zheng Hu said pretending to be impatient.
"The person who fires the cannon must be one of my men!"
"no!"
"Why not? Don't even think about taking it away without my cannons."
Zheng Hu thought for a moment and said, "Okay, let's hurry up and get ready. Do I have to go back to check the layout now?"
After Qi Delong agreed, he called a young soldier: "Xiao Wang, go and assemble the team immediately, 200 people, take the best guys and labor to fight the Japanese!"
"Yes!" Xiao Wang saluted with a military salute and immediately went to assemble the team.
"Old Qi, what's going on? Just two Nine-Seven Styles and you need to bring 200 people?"
"You don't need to take care of the food, we will bring our own dry food!" Qi Delong said in an evasive manner.
Zheng Hu smiled. He had already calculated that Qi Delong would take part in the matter, so he had not arranged the task of blocking the enemy north of Ying County.
"Okay, this is what you said, bring your own food!"
"Uh..." Seeing Zheng Hu agreeing so readily, Qi Delong instantly realized that he seemed to have been plotted.
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