"Captain, please leave the task of approaching the bombardment to me! I promise to complete the task, and you stay here to command the entire team's attack!" Liu Shiqiang did not expect that Gao Jianwu would personally lead the team to take on the most dangerous task. Straight-backed and determined to fight.
"Needless to say, execute the order! You will be the first to fire, and we will attack later!" Gao Jianwu stepped forward and patted Liu Shiqiang on the shoulder, and said easily, "We are fighting on the 8th route. There is no commander hiding behind to command."
"Besides, I studied in Japan and am an expert in gunplay. I can knock down a little devil's tower in at most three rounds. Let's compete to see who can knock off the little devil's turtle shell first."
The assembled three artillery crew members of a detachment were initially timid when they heard that they were going to attack at close range.
But seeing that the captain was leading the team in person, everyone like Liu Shiqiang started to get excited.
It's really different to follow Route 8. The captain is not afraid of death. As a soldier, they are afraid of a ball.
Everyone is used to the styles and routines of the commanders in their respective armies.
Most of the officers talk a lot but don't do much. Of course, they are afraid of death and tiredness.
Now Gao Jianwu, as the captain, follows everyone to the most dangerous places without saying a word.
Although he didn't say a word, a kind of life-and-death atmosphere began to form naturally in the team.
Although everyone hadn't even had time to change out of their bandit clothes, but with a commander who wasn't afraid of death, everyone accepted it even if they risked their lives.
This sounds simple to say, but in addition to the 8th Army, how many other teams in the Shanxi-Sui Army and Central Army can do this?
Around the extreme range of the searchlight, Gao Jianwu led the team to move behind a mound of soil near the woods on the west side, and crawled on the ground to observe the enemy's situation.
"Sir, you'd better step back. It's too dangerous here. Don't worry, even if you're not here, we will fight to the death to complete the mission." An old gunner in his forties beside Gao Jianwu advised him in a low voice.
"Lao Wu, we don't want to call you "Sir" in our team. You can call me Captain Gao, Captain or Lao Gao, but this one sounds harsh, like scolding me." Gao Jianwu still remembered this veteran from the Northwest Army. The gunner's name is Wu Ge. During training, he was among the top three in the team and he shot very accurately.
"Lao Wu, even though I'm younger than you, you may not be better at sex than me. I've learned it professionally." Gao Jianwu said, raising his thumb and starting to measure the distance. "If you don't believe it, let's compare the distance measurement and see who can shoot more accurately later."
"Everyone counts, brothers. We have three cannons, and I will personally command one. After we build the bunker later, let's see who is the most accurate. The first one to knock off the tortoise shell of the little devil. Whoever loses later will be treated to a drink. No cheating allowed." Skin!"
Gao Jianwu's words instantly aroused the desire of the gunners of the three gun squads to compete for victory. It didn't matter whether they had money or not. They were basically alone and spent the money they got. The key was that they couldn't afford to lose this person.
Now that the guerrillas under Gao Jianwu have gained some wealth by fighting local tycoons, they have given everyone some benefits. Regardless of the difference between officers and soldiers, the per capita subsidy is 1 ocean per month. Oceans are relatively valuable these days. You can buy white wine like sweet potato souvenir. More than ten kilograms.
But now three artillery squads are concentrated here, with more than 10 people, and more than ten kilograms of liquor is enough for one meal.
Gao Jianwu stood in position, looked at the flickering light on the bunker in the distance, stretched out his right hand, aimed at the bunker, then used his left eye and right eye respectively to count the number of crenellations in the bunker through the tip of his thumb, and calculated the throughput The distance between the two eyes is different.
After repeatedly reviewing the approximate distance, Gao Jianwu felt that this location was suitable, so he took a mortar team and began to wander around to select suitable artillery positions.
It is impossible for 3 cannons to be crowded together, as this is likely to be taken out by the Japanese with one shot.
Don't underestimate the enemy's reaction ability. For a squadron-level guard unit like this, expect the enemy to be lenient. If the artillery squad is strengthened, it will not only have 81mm mortars and 90mm mortars, they may even be strengthened. Two Type 92 infantry guns!
The advantage now is that Gao Jianwu and the others are in the dark, the Japanese are passively beaten, and six mortars have the advantage of artillery fire.
However, the rapid counterattack of the Japs in extreme situations must be taken into account, otherwise everyone will have to retreat in vain if they lose the advantage of artillery fire.
Because there is no artillery support, even if a detachment of infantry can break through the gate, under the double blow of the bunker and Japanese bombardment, how long it can survive depends on luck.
Of the three infantry detachments, Gao Jianwu only brought one detachment and an artillery squad to attack the prisoner-of-war camp, and the other two detachments arranged for resistance.
"Distance 685, No. 3 charge, density 15.1, direction 14!" General Gao Jian set the target for shooting at Zhu Yuan. Ding Yong, the gunner of the artillery team next to him, was still a little unconvinced.
But after several retests, he found that he was not as confident as Gao Jianwu.
"Captain, where did you learn this artillery skill?" Ding Yong asked cautiously.
"I studied at Dongyang Zhenwu School for a while, and it was okay. Old Ding, which army were you originally in?" Gao Jianwu was lying there waiting for Liu Shiqiang to launch an attack. He had nothing to do for a while.
"I worked in the Jinsui Army for two years. The team broke up last year. I didn't want to go back, so I just made a living in Heiyun Village." Ding Yong said with some embarrassment.
"Why don't you want to go back?"
"Why else? When there is a war, the officers are faster than the other, and a small team of Japanese soldiers can chase us as a company or even a battalion. Usually, the officers hug us first, and it is difficult for the brothers to have enough food. Come on, I really have nothing left to do." Ding Yong shook his head.
"It's not like now, when the captain eats from the same pot as us, and he is also at the forefront of the battle. Moreover," Ding Yong paused.
"The captain's background should be quite big. Our equipment is so good, but not all of it can be saved by Mr. Xie."
Gao Jianwu was stunned, originally thinking that he had done it without anyone noticing.
Who would have thought that in the eyes of these discerning people at the bottom, there would already be many flaws.
Gao Jianwu thought about it and suddenly felt a little stupid. These people who had fought so many battles with Xie Baoqing and Xie Baoqing had no idea what their family background was. Some of them hid their weapons when they were desperate.
That is to say, the two of us have not exchanged information yet. Heiyun Village thinks that these extra weapons are brought by Route 8, while Gao Jianwu's old team members think that they were seized from Heiyun Village.
It was a strange combination of circumstances, but now it is over.
Gao Jianwu was secretly vigilant.
"Fortunately, it's a little related." Gao Jianwu said casually.
"I'm just saying that there are so many equipments that ordinary people can't get." Ding Yong chatted without taking the upcoming battle seriously. The people around him were also infected by the two men's calm expressions and slowly relaxed.
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To the east, the most nervous person on the entire battlefield was none other than Liu Shiqiang.
Although he had already preset the three mortars he had commanded early and aimed at the bunker and the heavy machine gun position at the gate, the thought of the captain approaching and ambush at the front made Liu Shiqiang feel like he was holding up a mountain on his shoulders.
This was his first time participating in a battle as a member of the 8th team. He never imagined that the top officer of the entire team would be at the forefront!
Such courage has deeply impressed Liu Shiqiang, a man who usually thinks very highly of himself. You must know that if he had not been in the unlucky Northeastern Army, given his qualifications, it would be common for him to be a battalion commander or regiment commander.
Therefore, Liu Shiqiang, an idler, is looked down upon.
If it weren't for Xie Baoqing's usual courtesy after taking him in, Liu Shiqiang would have recovered enough and ran away.
However, in Heiyun Village, Liu Shiqiang also liked to go alone with a few brothers. He hated the Japanese the most, so every time he led the team down the mountain, he would kill the Japanese if he could.
But when he met Gao Jianwu, Liu Shiqiang slowly saw another new world.
Whether it was Gao Jianwu's daily training setting an example or being at the forefront of this battle, Liu Shiqiang felt that there was indeed a big difference in the 8-way.
The huge sense of responsibility forced him to be 100% serious, although it was estimated that it would take four or five rounds to kill the Japanese bunker.
But in his heart, Liu Shiqiang hopes to complete the mission in two or three rounds, so that he can have time to clean up the enemy's exposed artillery fire and reduce the danger to the captain!
This unprecedented feeling of fighting side by side caused Liu Shiqiang's adrenal glands to begin to rapidly divide.
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