The third company commander followed Zhang Cai towards Weizigou, riding a motorcycle and pulling grain.
The third company commander was sitting in the side bucket, shouting at the top of his lungs to Zhang Cai, who was sitting in the back seat, and drank a lot of cold air. "Zhang Cai, how far is Weizigou?"
Zhang Cai estimated the distance: "Company Commander, there are about five miles left. We will be there after passing through a ravine in front."
Speaking of this, Zhang Cai asked curiously: "Company Commander, where did we get this car? I just saw the wheels rising, but it didn't roll over. The quality of this car is also very good."
The company commander laughed and said: "You know what the hell, this is all caused by our commander. Since the very beginning of training, I have never seen anyone roll over."
Zhang Cai gestured with his thumb and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Awesome!"
"By the way, company commander, when can I be equipped with a gun?"
The soldier riding a motorcycle in front was named Liu Mang. According to him, his mother encountered gangsters when she gave birth to him, so she was named this way.
After hearing what the company commander and Zhang Cai said, he also interjected, "Want to touch a gun? Then you have to wait. It will probably take three months of recruit training, but I see that the commander has already built a training base in Nianpangou It should be soon."
As he said that, Zhang Cai looked enviously at Liu Mang who was carrying a long gun and driving a motorcycle: "Brother Liu, can I touch your gun?"
Liu hurriedly smiled and said: "Wait, after we finish distributing the food to the fellow villagers, I will withdraw the bullet, and you can touch it!"
Zhang Cai immediately laughed.
Guns are boys' favorite things, and they can finally touch them.
While chatting, there were about 120 people in a company, three people and one motorcycle, speeding along the mountain road.
When passing the ravine Zhang Cai mentioned, the company commander waved.
"stop!"
The company commander asked the convoy to stop. Looking at Zhang Cai: "Zhang Cai, is this valley usually so quiet?"
Zhang Cai didn't react: "No, all kinds of wild beasts are howling in the mountains."
Suddenly, the company commander hurriedly shouted: "Everyone get out of the car!"
"Take cover!"
He smartly sensed something was wrong.
Yes, how could a mountain full of wild beasts be so quiet?
Not even a bird chirping?
There is only one answer, that is, there is someone inside!
No matter who he is, as a qualified grassroots commander, he must respond.
In the mountains, Xiao Yuan Fei Er was looking into the ravine with a telescope.
"Baga! Which Chinese army is this? Why are you so alert!"
He cursed softly.
Yesterday, the grain collection team that was supposed to send a report failed to send a report and lost contact. The commander of the first army at the base camp was worried about his "nephew", so he sent a squadron out.
Xiao Yuan Fei Er was not happy to come. Why should the empire's outstanding captain be busy working for a second generation ancestor?
Besides, he is just a nephew, not a son. Why is he so anxious?
He was slandering endlessly, but after all, it was the n-level official who crushed him to death, so he set off.
Leading a squadron of 180 people towards Zhangjiacun.
However, when he had just walked into this ravine, he relied on the military qualities he had developed over the years and asked the sentry to go to the mountain to see if there was any danger around him.
The sentry reported that a motorcycle convoy was heading in this direction.
Xiao Yuan Fei Er quickly went up the mountain to observe, and found that there were only more than 120 people.
He was immediately excited.
Chance!
Motorcycle.
That's a motorcycle.
How could a group of Chinese troops have so many motorcycles?
If you own a motorcycle, do you still use your legs?
In fact, if these motorcycles are seized and brought back, he might be the major.
So, he wanted to lay an ambush. He knew the Chinese troops very well, and they were completely defeated at the first touch. In its view, these people were just here to deliver equipment. (It's not a typo.)
However, after lying in wait for so long, these Chinese people actually didn't get into his pocket, so Xiao Yuan Fei Er gave up on the spot.
Since the lucky battle can't be fought, let's have a head-on battle.
The soldiers of the Bigfoot Empire are not afraid of real challenges.
The 180-man squadron, under the command of Koumao Hiji, followed the battle formation and began to move towards the position of the third company as skirmishers.
Going down from the mountain is undoubtedly the easier side.
Speaking of skirmishing tactics, since the Franco-Prussian War, they have slowly begun to be learned by Western countries. As a country that is very good at learning, it is natural to adopt the doctrine.
On this point, our country has a strong say.
As we all know, foot pot chickens are a very strange nation.
It rarely has anything groundbreaking of its own, but it is also very good at learning. However, perhaps due to the perverted pride of the island nation, Japan does not directly use what it has learned from other countries.
Instead, they made some localized changes based on their own characteristics, which was as far as sending envoys to the Tang Dynasty back then, and as close as the organization and tactical training of the current army.
However, the third company commander saw a group of native monkeys coming down from the mountain through the telescope, and he instantly became excited.
Arrange your troops immediately.
"Platoon leader, immediately find a suitable place to build a machine gun position! Suppress the enemy."
The platoon commander hesitated for a moment: "Company commander, use a machine gun for upward attack?"
The third company commander immediately gave him a kick: "Do as I say. I only want you to suppress the enemy's firepower, but I don't have to ask you to kill people!"
Look, is this human language?
Don’t bullets cost money?
It was just fire suppression, but the third company commander dared to use such tactics to waste ammunition.
"Damn it, are bullets more valuable or the lives of our brothers? Are all the ideological lessons in vain?"
The platoon leader was scolded and went to build a machine gun position.
As mentioned before, Nie Li's army is now configured such that a platoon-level unit has a machine gun team and two light machine guns. In this state, the enemy who can absolutely suppress it will not be able to stand up.
There are six in a company. As long as the ammunition can keep up, they can't be killed.
"Second Platoon Commander, all grenade teams are under your command. We must reduce the number of troops by more than one-third before the enemy comes down the mountain!"
The second platoon leader learned the lesson from the platoon leader and did not dare to say anything else. Whatever the company commander said was what he said.
He said calmly: "Yes! I promise to complete the task."
A platoon now has five grenade launchers, and each grenade launcher has about eight artillery shells that can be carried at any time. In other words, the second platoon leader can now fire a total of 120 grenade launcher special shells.
If you are in a hurry, you can also fire grenades.
This firepower is unmatched in the Far East!
"Communications class, send a report to the commander, saying that we are fighting the enemy near Weizigou, requesting support!"
The communications squad leader said in a stunned tone: "Company commander, are we still calling for support? Isn't that a bit shameless!"
The company commander slapped his feet: "Get out of here and follow the order!"
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