Chapter 2: Hengli (Eleventh Middle School)

"Why did the 93rd Regiment get mixed up with the 93rd Regiment so quickly? Did the military division leaders agree? " Fang Guoqiang was a little anxious when he heard this, widened his eyes and asked loudly. On the afternoon before departure, the military division commander Su Xing once told him in person that the 93rd Regiment and Zhou Heikang Independent Battalion currently have attempts to annex the Black Stone Guerrillas, hoping that he and Zhang Songling can support each other and overcome difficulties together. Now, before he arrived at Lamagou, Zhang Songling has pulled the team down the mountain. If the 93rd and Zhou Heikang Independent Battalion jointly stabbed the knife in the back, who should bear the responsibility?

"The Eryu Squadron didn't know why, but suddenly drove towards the Heishizhai. If he had to join Kawada Kyosaki and wanted to destroy him, it would be very difficult." Xiao Zheng, deputy of the Second Squadron, responded loudly without thinking, "Before going down the mountain, the captain had sent a telegram to the military sub-district, and Commander Su and the others did not express their objection."

Not expressing opposition does not mean that the military sub-district agrees. Fang Guoqiang was so anxious that he wanted to give up his wings. Now he flew to Zhang Songling. The little fat man was still too simple and always underestimated the shamelessness of the Kuomintang diehards. If the enemy was in front of him, those guys would not have been slurs, last winter, there would not have been so many comrades in Shanxi who died innocently.

The two platoon leaders who came with Fang Guoqiang were not as vigilant as the former. What they were more worried about was whether the team could help the guerrillas after they rushed over. "This time we didn't bring guns, we only brought two small mortars, and rushed to the battlefield empty-handed."

"Where is the mortar? Hurry up and tie it to my horse's back. Eryu Squadron is a reinforcement squadron. There are so many light and heavy machine guns that are countless. At this critical moment, if the captain has one more gun in his hand, we will have one more chance of winning." Zheng Xiaobao did not directly answer the other party's question, his eyes were bright and he swept straight to the Type 97 Infantry Crank Cannon on the back of the soldiers. Although this thing has a little lethality, its range is long enough, its firing rate is fast enough, and it is easy to move and conceal. It just happened to be used to smash the Japanese machine gun positions. In order to ensure the smooth completion of this combat mission, the guerrillas had pushed the only two Type 97 in their hands to the front line. Now, with the two balls brought by Political Commissar Fang, it can definitely catch the Japanese off guard.

"Here." The two platoon leaders knew the reason for the military situation, and it was not a pity that Zheng Xiaobao was reckless. They called several brothers who were responsible for carrying the 97-type gun body and shell along the way, and together with them, they hung the gun body and shell bag on the horse's back.

"If you carry the cannon, don't hang a cannon bag. If you carry the cannon bag, don't hang a cannon again. It's only about 40 pounds, but the dead are not able to get rid of it. It's much more tiring than carrying a living person." Zheng Xiaobao was not polite, and greeted loudly to correct the mistakes of the new recruits.

"Bump up" refers to an entry-level riding skill. A qualified rider must be able to achieve the ups and downs of the horse's back, and his body will also rise and fall like a boat. In this way, the movements of the person and the horse will be coordinated and synchronized, saving the physical strength of the war horse to the greatest extent and reducing the rider's physical energy to the greatest extent. However, cargo without intelligence cannot do this. Therefore, for war horses, carrying a living person is much easier than carrying "dead things", unless the body of the living person on the saddle is as stiff as a corpse. In that case, the result is that the horse will be tired and disabled before it is exhausted.

Both platoon leaders were veterans specially selected by the military sub-district. Knowing that Zheng Xiaobao was right, they followed suit. When the traffic officer Lao He saw this scene, he was afraid that everyone would think that the guerrillas were bullied, so he coughed a few times and explained with a smile: "Don't worry about no guns available. When the cavalry charges, they usually only carry a saber. The 38-large hood they left are all used, so they can definitely be used by copying them."

After hearing Lao He's words, Zheng Xiaobao suddenly realized that he was a little too rough. He also smiled and added loudly: "Don't worry about guns. You can borrow them from our cavalry or pick them up on the battlefield. From 8 o'clock this morning, the 93rd Regiment has been fighting with the Eryu Squadron for more than ten hours, pushing the Japanese from the flat ground to the mountain buns, and throwing weapons everywhere along the way."

"The combat effectiveness of the 93rd Regiment is so strong." Fang Guoqiang did not expect that the Jinsui Army was on the front line, instead of forcing Zhang Songling to lead the guerrillas to walk on the road for them. He was stunned and asked loudly.

"The 93rd Regiment is the old foundation of General Fu Zuoyi's business. He asked our Eighth Route Army for training two years ago. Of course, there is no way to say the combat effectiveness." Zheng Xiaobao grew up in the guerrillas and had very simple thoughts. He basically said whatever he had. "But Eryu Squadron is also a hard bone. It is said to be a squadron, but in fact there are five squadrons below, and the number of machine guns and small cannons in his hands is far more than ours."

A small team of the Japanese army was roughly the same as that of one of the Eighth Route Army's platoons. The five teams were five platoons, which was almost half a battalion. The Japanese army's individual training level and the quality of the lower-level officers were far superior to the Kuomintang and the Communist Party of China in this era. Therefore, no wonder the 93rd Regiment could not eat this group of Japanese devils alone with its own strength, and also had to help last week's Black Carbon Independent Battalion and Black Stone Guerrilla Brigade.

Thinking of this reason, Fang Guoqiang's anxiety in his heart slightly relieved. He pulled Xiao Zheng's sleeve and asked loudly again, "Since the Eryu Squadron has been pushed to the top of the mountain, they are surrounded and starved to death. Why should we be so anxious to launch a general attack? On the 93rd Regiment, do not care about the life or death of the brothers and soldiers?"

"Kawada Kantaki Brigade of Heishizhai has already been driven out of the city and is not on the same path as you. The Japanese and puppet troops of Xing'an Garrison Command are said to be coming here at any time. The Jinsui Army arranged Zhou Heikang's independent battalion to be responsible for the halfway attack, but it is hard to say whether they can block these two groups of enemies." Zheng Xiaobao thought for a while and explained loudly.

Upon hearing this, Fang Guoqiang frowned even deeper, and blurted out his questions, "Zhou Heichang's independent battalion is responsible for blocking the enemy's reinforcements, they, haven't they just accepted the adaptation not long ago."

"The 93rd Regiment can no longer draw more power, and if Kawata Kwanaki goes out and rescues the Okuyu Squadron at any cost, the role Zhou Heikang team can only delay the arrival of reinforcements. Regardless of the strength of the combat, it is impossible to completely isolate the Kawata brigade from the main battlefield." Zheng Xiaobao looked at Fang Guoqiang in surprise. It was very strange that such a simple truth was that the new political commissar had no idea at all.

"There is no danger on the grassland. Even if the Japanese cannot break through Zhou Heichang's blocking position, they can just go around in a big circle and rescue Eryu for the last time. Unless Zhou He also sacrificed his life, he would not hesitate to entangle the Kawata brigade in a desperate manner." The traffic officer Lao He was experienced and guessed that Fang Guoqiang had not yet figured out the difference between the geographical situation on the grassland and the Central Plains, so he walked forward and added in a low voice.

Fang Guoqiang looked up and looked around. In the setting sun, most areas were flat. The only few ups and downs in his vision were only two or three hundred meters away from the flat ground. The area was very small, so you could easily bypass it with a little effort.

As an old guerrilla with rich combat experience, he immediately understood the necessity and urgency of ending the battle as soon as possible. He nodded to Zheng Xiaobao and said loudly: "I understand. Go and send cannons to Captain Zhang. I will take the soldiers and do my best to go through it."

"I will leave three good horses for you. If you have any difficulties, you can send someone to contact the captain at any time." Zheng Xiaobao nodded, and then quickly turned his face to the brothers who came with him. "Xiao Wang, Xiao Qin, you two stay and lead the way for the political commissar. The others will immediately take Xiaopao and return with me."

As he spoke, he flew onto his mount, raised his hands to give a gift to Fang Guoqiang, and then rode his horse's heads and drove away along the path when he came.

"There are more than 60 miles away from Sidaoliang." The trafficman Lao He rushed to Fang Guoqiang and added loudly, "Since we are working on the 93rd Regiment and the Japanese devils, we should not encounter any horse thieves and puppet troops nearby. Let's stop to cook now, and hurry up after dinner. We should be able to arrive at the battlefield in the second half of the night."

"On the way we came, no trace of the Japanese and puppet troops was found." Xiao Wang and Xiao Qin were about the same age as Zheng Xiaobao, and they were also very enthusiastic in their words and actions. "There are two hidden stakes set up by independent camps in the middle. If there is any abnormality, they should be able to issue a warning in time."

"Then stop cooking. Everyone grabs a few pieces of dry food from their backpacks and chews them while walking." Fang Guoqiang waved his hand decisively and made a decision resolutely, "Just rush over one step earlier, the captain will have more chances of winning."

After saying that, he jumped onto the back of a war horse, twisted his body, and shouted at all the recruits, "Brothers, you can kill the little devils soon. Everyone should work harder. The Kuomintang army can beat this group of devils to nowhere to escape. We can't delay and embarrass the Eighth Route Army."

"Don't worry, political commissar, these two steps are nothing? I've been tired all morning." A soldier in the team responded with a smile.

"That's right, political commissar, just give orders. We will serve as soldiers and eat food, which is not the only day for this?" The others straightened their bodies and agreed loudly.
Chapter completed!