Under the dark night, on the highway, lights appeared in the distance, like fireflies in summer, flickering.
As the convoy approached, Ding Wei finally saw clearly the vehicles driving in the distance.
He put down the telescope and said, "Comrade leader, your eyes can almost catch up with the telescope. How do you plan to deal with them? It seems that they are reinforcements from Chuliang."
"The team is yours, you decide." Xu San was self-aware and knew that he could do just fine in commanding a small battle involving dozens of people, but he was a complete amateur at such a large-scale battle involving 1,800 people.
Ding Wei pondered for a moment and had a preliminary plan in mind, "There are not many people. I plan to close the door and beat the dogs, put them in the grain depot and then beat them. This can avoid casualties. But before that, we still need to occupy the arsenal." .”
Ding Wei looked at Xu San, as if asking for his opinion.
Xu San smiled bitterly, "Captain Ding, what are you looking at me for? You are the commander."
"You are more familiar with the situation in Chuliang than I am, and your opinion is very important." Ding Wei said solemnly.
"Well," Xu San pondered for a moment, "The arsenal is not that easy to capture. There is a squadron of troops over there, and the light and dark firepower points are arranged very cleverly. It can't be as easy as the grain depot. Once you mobilize your whole body, once you hit It's going to be a brutal battle, and our ammunition will never last until dawn."
Ding Wei nodded and felt that Xu San was right, ammunition was a big problem.
The New Regiment is not poor among the Eighth Route Army, but it is not rich either. If it really engages in a firefight with the enemy in the arsenal, the fighting intensity will be very high, and their ammunition reserves will definitely not last for two hours.
One of the reasons why Ding Wei wanted to occupy the arsenal was to supply ammunition.
"What about the part we occupy? As long as we can replenish ammunition."
Xu San took out the simple map again and spread it on the ground. "This is a simple map of the arsenal. We can sneak attack here first. After occupying this area, we will knock down the wall connecting the grain depot. This will open up the arsenal." Passages to warehouses and grain depots. But I don’t know exactly what equipment is stored in the warehouses in this area.”
Ding Wei looked at the map, "That's okay, as long as there are supplies, our new group will be confident to hold on until dawn."
Xu San pointed to the two areas deep in the arsenal and continued, "The cement here and here is provided by my factory. It has been manipulated. It can be easily destroyed by direct shelling if possible."
Ding Wei smiled bitterly, "Artillery bombardment is impossible. In order to rush the march, we did not bring heavy firepower, but we can arrange blasters if necessary."
"There are no guns, no cannons. The enemy built them for me. Don't forget, this is an arsenal. How can there be no cannons? There are indeed no heavy artillery, but light artillery such as mortars and grenades should be easy to find. .”
After Xu San finished speaking, he pointed to a large area in the deepest part, "And here. This should be a gunpowder workshop, but it was blown up by you once before, so the defense here can be said to be airtight. If you can blow up this place, Yeah, that’s definitely a big news.”
After Ding Wei silently wrote down all the important locations on the map, he had a preliminary plan in mind, and then pressed PTT to start the call.
This time he called the two regiments surrounding Chu Liang, asking them to put pressure on Chu Liang's defenders. They must not let Chu Liang's large troops rush to help.
Xu San put away the map and stood up, straightening his clothes, "The Japs' car should be arriving soon. I'll go out and meet them."
The door of the grain depot opened again, and Xu San trotted to the checkpoint to pick up his gun, waiting for the arrival of Japanese reinforcements.
After a while, led by a jeep, four military trucks parked at the entrance of the grain depot. Then the canvas cover of the truck was lifted, and the Japanese soldiers filed down one by one and lined up neatly in front of the truck, waiting. Next order.
72 ordinary Japanese soldiers, one captain and two second lieutenants, apparently a small team.
After Xu San glanced at him, he immediately walked to the Japanese captain and saluted, "Captain."
The captain raised his head proudly and glanced at Xu San, and then said, "I am Fuyuan Qiandao. Now, I will take over the defense here."
"Hi!" Xu San lowered his head and responded as expected, and then asked, "Excuse me, Mr. Fuyuan, do you have any official documents?"
Fuyuan Qiandao raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at Xu San, "Are you very responsible?"
"The situation is tense, don't dare to relax." Xu San lowered his head and said with humility in his tone.
Fuyuan Qiandao nodded slightly in appreciation, then turned around and took out an official letter from the jeep and handed it to Xu San.
When Xu San took the document, Fuyuan Qiandao asked with a smile, "What would happen to you if I didn't bring the official document?"
Xu San lowered his head and looked at the document, but did not answer. He just read it quickly and returned it to Fuyuan.
Standing at attention, waiting for orders, he was full of energy. Perhaps because he was slightly taller than the average height of the Japanese, Xu San looked energetic and very pleasing to the eye at this moment.
Fuyuan Qiandao was very satisfied. He patted Xu San on the shoulder and said, "You are very good! What's your name?"
"Jia Teng Ying!" Xu San made up a random name.
"As sharp as a falcon, what a good name." Fuyuan Qiandao praised, "Open the door, I want to take a look first."
"Hi!"
Xu San trotted to the post, pulled the handle, and at the same time silently winked at Ding Wei, who was peering through the crack in the door.
The door was opened again, and Fuyuan Qiandao and the two second lieutenants entered the grain depot.
Xu San followed and slowly closed the door.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Fuyuan Qiandao looked back at Xu San, "Jia Teng-kun, there is no need to close the door."
Xu San smiled strangely, "Some things are not convenient for outsiders to see, so it's better to close the door."
"Nani?" Fuyuan Qiandao was confused. He wanted to ask in detail, but he found that a gun had been pressed against his back.
He didn't yell because he knew that if he yelled, the gun behind him would definitely fire immediately.
Fuyuan Qiandao stared at Xu San, "Who are you?"
Xu San took out his cannon box and asked in a joking tone while playing with it, "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is whether Mr. Fuyuan wants to die or live."
By this moment, Fuyuan Qiandao already knew that the grain depot had been occupied by the Eighth Route Army, and now he had become a turtle in a jar, ready to be slaughtered.
Being loyal to the emperor is the mantra of the Japanese. When these Japanese are really asked to shout slogans and die generously, they will still hesitate. Just like now, Fuyuan Qiandao will think that his death is of no value at all, so after thinking twice, , said, "I want to live." (End of chapter)
