Chapter 22: A Dog Will Always Eat Shit

"Hahaha, it's true that a dog can't change its nature. Sakata, the old devil, is still so cowardly after suffering a loss once."

Behind a bunker on the front line, Li Yunlong took a telescope and saw the Japanese army pulling wires under a small hill.

A communication antenna was soon erected on the hill, and Sakata's temporary command post was built.

This scene made Li Yunlong overjoyed, as happy as if he had eaten bee shit.

He really couldn't understand why Sakata Nobutsu had the arrogance to openly face his position when he had lost so many soldiers.

"Sakata, Sakata, Kong Erlangzi's weapon was countered by your head. Whether I can continue to be the head of the regiment depends on whether the brigade commander wants your head to be a chamber pot."

In fact, Sakata had his own reasons for setting up the command post so close to the front line.

First of all, he believed that the Eighth Route Army defense force on the opposite side no longer had heavy firepower.

Even if some ammunition was hidden, this position was beyond the range of their 60mm mortars, and it was safe for him to set up his command post here.

Secondly, in his stereotype, he was the attacker and the other side was the defender.

In the case of no superiority in weapons, supplies and individual soldier quality, it was the limit for the commander of the other side to hold on, how could he attack.

Finally, in this blocking battle, the Japanese locust army's brother country warriors were a little frustrated, and the fighting will of the troops was not as high as when they just started the sweep.

He built the command post in a place where all brother country soldiers could see it, just to tell his warriors that their commander was with them.

Unfortunately, Sakata Nobutsu never expected that his opponent was a man who would seize every opportunity on the battlefield.

And the subordinates of this man were a group of hungry wolves.

Li Yunlong said to Hu Zi, the guard beside him: "Go and call Wang Chengzhu to me."

Soon a man with a big head and a round face ran over from a distance. It was Wang Chengzhu, the best gunner of the New 1st Regiment.

"Report to the regiment commander, Wang Chengzhu is waiting for instructions."

Li Yunlong put down the telescope, but still stared at the battlefield, and said to him without turning his head: "Come here."

After Wang Chengzhu came closer, Li Yunlong pointed at the battlefield and handed him the telescope in his hand.

"Do you see the tent on the hillside? The tent must be the headquarters of the little devils."

"Putting the headquarters so close is not only a slap in my face, but also a disdain for the artillery of our New First Regiment."

"The mortar I asked Director Huang for was not for giving birth, you have to take it out."

Hearing Li Yunlong say this, although he knew that the regiment commander was provoking him, he was still very angry.

"Can your gun reach it?"

As we all know, if someone gives you a thumbs up, he may not be praising you, but may want to shoot you.

As the person with the highest level of mathematics in the New First Regiment, Wang Chengzhu raised his right arm to make it perpendicular to his body.

He then raised his thumb, closed his left eye, and aimed his right eye to the left of his thumb at the target.

Then keep the body in all positions, close the right eye and open the left eye.

Multiply the distance of the object seen by the two eyes by 10, and you will get the approximate distance of the measured target.

As a senior artilleryman, he often encounters mortars without sights, and the eye-jumping method is a helpless choice.

"Captain, the distance is too far, it's out of range."

After Wang Chengzhu's visual inspection, the Japanese command post is more than two kilometers away from here, and his 60mm mortar can't reach there.

"This little Japanese is cunning enough to set the command post out of our range. How about, think of a way to shoot him."

Wang Chengzhu squinted his eyes and calculated the distance in his mind.

"Captain, it would be great if my cannon was still there. Send my cannon to the logistics department to exchange. If we want to fight now, we have to advance 500 meters."

"How dare you say that? Didn't I exchange six mortars for you? Stop talking nonsense. I'll send you to the position you want. Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am."

Seeing that Wang Chengzhu was hesitant, Li Yunlong said to him, "Why are you so fussy? If you have something to say, just say it."

"Captain, we only have two shells left!"

In fact, it's not Wang Chengzhu's fault.

Whether it's attacking or defending, his task is always the heaviest.

Not only do he have to keep an eye on the enemy's light and heavy machine gun fire points, but he also has to deal with the enemy's grenade launchers and mortars. When he's free, he has to help the infantry share the pressure.

Every time he just finished firing, he had to move with the mortar. Often, he would hear Li Yunlong's shouting before he stopped for a few seconds.

Zhuzi, you f**king heavy machine gun, you blind man, blow up that grenade launcher for me.

Wang Chengzhu dared to say with a clear conscience that not a single shell was wasted, and his shells were timely rain for the troops.

Li Yunlong was furious when he saw Wang Chengzhu being cautious and shrinking his neck to be scolded.

He understood the truth, but he still had to scold him.

"What did you say? Damn, you prodigal son, why don't you save some money? Do you think my family runs a military factory?"

After scolding Wang Chengzhu, Li Yunlong knew the principle of using both hard and soft methods, and he should not be too nervous before the war.

"Hehe, after the war, I will reward you with half a pound of sweet potato cake. And then I will personally take you to the logistics department to find Director Huang to ask for a long-range and thick cannon."

"However, you have to think carefully about how to destroy the enemy's headquarters with two shells!"

"Let me tell you, if we can't hit it, not to mention the sweet potatoes, we will all die here. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I will complete the mission!"

Wang Chengzhu saluted straight and then returned to the rear of the position.

Li Yunlong returned to the command room and prepared to hold a pre-war combat meeting.

He needed to decide with the three battalion commanders on the specific attack route, firepower preparation, the selection of the first wave of attack teams, and the arrangement of the two wings.

Although the battalion commanders of the new regiment had not studied systematically, and the regiment commander himself was a rough man.

But they had rich practical experience, and they were cadres of other troops before they were formed into a regiment.

In the front-line troops of this era, the cadres of the Eighth Route Army were never lazy, but were all good players.

They were often able to quickly familiarize themselves with the environment, had a strong sense of battlefield, and could seize the ever-changing opportunities.

Only in this way could they survive in the cracks in the enemy-occupied areas and sometimes win with more. For them, pre-war meetings only take a few minutes at most.

After the meeting, the battalion commanders conveyed the specific combat arrangements, including the preparations for unexpected situations.

Li Yunlong found Zhang Dabiao to ask about the commandos.

"Zhang Dabiao, how are the commandos preparing?"

No matter which country's armed forces, commandos often suffer the most casualties.

They are the sharp knives that tear open the enemy's body, the scouts that find out the distribution of enemy personnel, and the shields that protect their comrades.

Not all soldiers are qualified to rush out of the trench bunkers and fight the enemy as soon as possible as a sharp knife.

This kind of stab mission is to select the people with the best physical fitness and the highest fighting will in the company.

It is a warrior who can defeat a force several times larger than itself with a small force and clear obstacles for the main force to complete the task.

"Captain, just watch. We are not as good as the Japanese in terms of firearms. But in terms of hand-to-hand combat, we Chinese are their ancestors! Today we are going to teach the Japanese a lesson and teach them how to honor their grandfathers."

"Haha, you have to show the momentum of the big knife team back then and chop off a few more Japanese heads to make me proud."

"Five hundred meters ahead, the troops will attack five hundred meters forward. Hold there and buy time for the artillery!"