Chapter 120

The sacrifice of close comrades in the army made Li Wei’s psychological burden very much. If he could remind other comrades, or if everyone was more careful, there might not be such tragic casualties. In contrast, Li Wei was more willing to accept the result of death in the confrontation between McDonalds and the Japanese.

The first company instructor and even the second battalion instructor were observing Li Wei's condition, and he said a few words to Li Wei from time to time to let him go of his burden. He was familiar with this kind of work instructor and instructor who relieved psychological pressure. Soon Li Wei felt a little better. In the war years, the phenomenon of comrades sacrificing at any time had to be accepted by people.

But Li Wei could no longer remain silent. He wanted to take revenge, and he still remembered some useful things in his mind.

Modern tactics!

For example, modern tactical gestures have been promoted, and the risk of making a sound to attract the enemy's attention is directly avoided during combat, and the effect is to greatly reduce the casualty rate of battlefield exposure.

During the training process every day, Li Wei communicated with Lei Long, the squad leader of the third squad, although Lei Squad leader was not well-educated and did not have much theoretical experience, but he directly fought in cruel practical combat. His practical experience was extremely rich. Li Wei's theory quickly won the resonance of the squad leader Lei and was immediately transformed into practical training. After seeing the effects of the squad, other classes quickly learned as if they were like this. The soldiers of each class were no longer just a pure attack method, but also used mutual attack methods, which greatly improved the combat capabilities of the entire class.

On September 22, 1940, the sun sets, and the fire clouds in the horizon bring the last glory of the day. The evening breeze blows away the heat during the day, bringing the meaning of coldness.

"Old Li! Old Li! Open the door, I am Old Zhao!" President Zhao of the Farmers Association of Shangzhuang knocked on the door of a farmer's house.

"Here's here! Ah. President Zhao, I'm so sorry. I just squinted for a while, and I squinted a little." A farmer dressed in a landlord opened the door.

"Oh my uncle, it's time? Lao Li, are you ready?" President Zhao of the Farmers Association grabbed a sweat towel and wiped his sweat, looking anxious.

"Okay, okay. Let's go now!" The farmer Lao Li was about to explain to the wife at home, but was pulled directly by President Zhao of the Farmers Association and left. "What are you saying? Let's talk about it when you come back, hurry up, follow me, Battalion Wu and the others of the Second Battalion want you to lead the way."

Only a woman in the yard was left behind and shouting far from behind: "Children's father, be careful. Come back early!"

"I understand! Go back to the house quickly, it's windy!" The two figures were already in the darkness.

"Hurry up, it's too late, I'm so anxious." President Zhao of the Farmers Association walked away like windy as he wiped his sweat.

The Third Regiment attacked Dongtuan Fort, and was not familiar with the enemy's terrain. It was also an attack at night, so it was especially necessary for local people who were familiar with the terrain to lead the combat troops into the combat position. Lao Zhao, the chairman of the peasant association in Shangzhuang Village, near Dongtuan Fort, personally brought a commoner's guide to the second battalion. The other guides had already set off with the peasant association landlords.

"Yes!" Farmer Lao Li also fanned the wind with a sweat towel.

"You must take the Second Battalion in the right place. Don't take the wrong ones, otherwise I won't forgive you. If you miss the battle, you must be responsible."

"Well! Don't worry, I can touch the terrain there with my eyes closed." Farmer Lao Li nodded.

"Forget it, forget it, Lao Li. You can perform better today. You must give the old and young men in our village a face." said President Zhao of the Farmers Association.

"Yes!" Farmer Lao Li responded quietly.

While the two of them were walking away in the last ray of sunlight, several sneaky figures appeared in the woods on the roadside. Their clothes were no different from those of the local farmers and ordinary people. Apart from their stubborn actions and extremely careful steps, they even thought they were rushing with the two people in front.

President Zhao of the Farmers Association and Lao Li, a farmer, rushed to the road and did not notice that anyone was quietly following him.

"When the fight starts, don't move forward too far. War is the business of the soldiers. Don't go up and join in the fun. Be careful yourself, your family still needs to count on you."

Farmer Lao Li was about to answer. Suddenly, he was covered with a soft thing and said, "Um!" He was about to shout out, but was fainted by a sweet smell. He fell to the ground and his body was immediately held by several hands and carried to the side. Another person continued to follow President Zhao.

The few people who covered Lao Li's hands and feet were very fast, and they carried Lao Li into the woods at once, but the local people who quietly replaced Lao Li's position had already walked away with President Zhao of the Farmers Association.

President Zhao of the Farmers Association did not realize that the person following him had been transferred at all. The last sound of farmer Lao Li being covered was heard by him as a response.

The sky was completely dark, and the dark clouds in the sky occasionally blocked the moonlight. President Zhao almost relied on the unique traces of the blurred road surface and rushed to the road. If he could usually wear lanterns or torches, but today the Eighth Route Army had a major operation, they could not reveal their whereabouts.

The person following President Zhao tried to pull out the dagger in his hand and hit the killer several times, but in the end he still held back and continued to pretend to be a farmer Lao Li. It was dark and it was almost difficult to tell the appearance of a person.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high and the night is high!" Li Wei looked at the moon in the sky gradually being blocked by the black clouds, and he would occasionally reach out to see his five fingers.

All the soldiers in the ground had white towels tied on their right arms, lined up neatly, waiting to set off at any time.

"Why haven't you come yet?" The second battalion commander Wu Ergou paced back and forth anxiously with the armed gun in his hand, holding the military cap on his forehead.

"Here you come!" The camp instructor pointed at the two figures hurried from afar, "Old Zhao, why did you come?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm late! You are all ready, and you have brought you people, so let's go immediately." Chairman Zhao of the Farmers Association greeted him from afar. He saw that the Second Battalion had already lined up.

"Okay, let's go quickly." The second battalion commander seemed to have taken stimulants, and everything was ready. Only the guide was the east wind.

"Old Li, just take the second battalion commander and the others out. I'm going to the fourth battalion." President Zhao of the Farmers Association said directly without looking back. Until now, he did not realize that the farmer Lao Li had been transferred. The soldiers of the Second Battalion who saw this Xibei Goods clearly thought that this person was their guide.

As soon as President Zhao of the Farmers Association finished speaking, he heard a few whirlpools in the distance. Several shining signal flares flew into the sky, and the battle began in the distance.

When he turned around, his eyes swept past the fake old Li, but he was a little surprised why Old Li suddenly became a little stronger. Before he could even arouse suspicion, he was attracted by the sound of fried beans in the distance. From time to time, dull explosions came from under his feet with a slight tremor on the ground.

"Ah, it's starting, I'm going to take a step first." President Zhao, who was also in charge of another task, directly pushed the person behind him to the second battalion commander. He left after a few words.

"Let's go slowly!" The instructor of the second battalion waved his hand to watch President Zhao of the Farmers Association disappear into the darkness.

"Line! Let's go!" the second battalion commander shouted at the same time.

Under the leadership of the fake old Li, the second camp followed.

When the signal flare flew into the sky, the outside of Laiyuan City was like the sound of firecrackers on New Year's Eve, and there was almost no sound, dense and loud. On the outside of Shangzhuang, the first battalion of the Third Regiment borrowed mortars from the Second Regiment of the Third Division and bombarded the Japanese stronghold in Shangzhuang.

The gunshot sounded like a sudden eruption. The Japanese position on the west side of Mantou Mountain in Dongtuan Fort, which was quiet the moment before, suddenly seemed to have a pot.

The fire that explodes from time to time will reflect the figures of the Eighth Route Army soldiers who are not as concealed as possible, and will immediately attract a string of bullets to sweep over from different angles.

Several searchlights were opened from the Japanese bunker and shot towards the battlefield. Any warriors who were illuminated by the light would immediately lose their vision by the strong light, and then several blood fountains appeared on their bodies and fell down.

The Japanese in the stronghold saw countless Eighth Route Army coming under the lights. They were already scared and pushed open the shooting hole, and each fire point was firing.

Located in the southwest of Dongtuan Fort, a bunker with flames was often blown up by soldiers rushing over to death with cluster grenades. The dense wire mesh was also torn apart by scattered grenades.

The Eighth Route Army attacked suddenly, and the Japanese should have been in a hurry.

In order to deal with the deep ditch, the engineer squad at the Third Camp brought door panels or wooden rafts removed from local people on the ditch. Teams of soldiers rushed up immediately as soon as the firepower point in front was lifted off.

"My soldiers, my soldiers!~~~~~ knock those lights off for me and knock him off." The third battalion commander watched with tears in his eyes as half of the platoon fell directly in front of the enemy's firepower point, and jumped up in a hurry. Before eight o'clock in the evening, his several companies touched the black and quietly cut off the enemy's subway wire and deer fort, killing several sentries. But he didn't know why he was discovered and started to fuck him all at once.

"This battle is not easy to fight. The troops suffered too much casualties, and the Japanese seemed to be prepared." The instructor of the Third Battalion frowned and watched closely on the battlefield. The Eighth Route Army soldiers would die almost every step forward.

The third battalion commander jumped up in anger and shouted: "Come on, knock off those bird lights for me and let him shine a lot. Hurry up, knock him off."

After a while, in the intensive shooting, there were always a few sharpshooters among the Eighth Route Army soldiers. A few Japanese guns were killed by the lights. The pressure of the Eighth Route Army suddenly became much less, but tracer bullets from time to time would illuminate the entire battlefield.
Chapter completed!