Chapter 2: Cross-flow (Twelve Middle School)

The last few words were harsh and the officers who were rubbing their hands below immediately calmed down. No one dared to say anything more irrelevant. As veterans who once fought with Japanese devils with big blades on the Great Wall, they were definitely not greedy for life and death. However, the heroic sacrifice in the bloody battle with Japanese devils is completely different from the military law being executed because of bragging. The former shines vigorously for thousands of years, while the latter will only make their children and grandchildren unable to raise their heads in front of the villagers.

"He didn't mean to tell us two of us on purpose." Fang Guoqiang was also shocked by the words of Captain Qi. He had just arrived in a completely unfamiliar environment. His vigilance was far more serious than usual. He secretly pulled the corner of Zhang Songling's clothes and implicitly reminded the latter to be vigilant and never jump into the trap carefully arranged by the Kuomintang diehards because of a moment of enthusiasm.

It’s a pity that his movements were too lighter. Zhang Songling didn’t notice them at all, so he walked to the simple map with great strides. He looked up and took out a white cloth covered with marks from his pocket and directly covered the map tightly.

"What do you want to do too much," "It's so too much, I didn't even say hello, so I just covered the map of our regiment commander." "What is the drawing on that white cloth? He won't pull off the bed sheet." In an instant, a sound of criticism rang out below. Almost all the officers of the 93rd Regiment, including a few who once had a good impression of Zhang Songling, couldn't help but frown quietly. It was too rude and too rude, and I simply didn't understand the way to advance and retreat. Commander Qi asked you to speak first because you volunteered to take the lead, rather than really wanting to listen to your fingers. In terms of the specific arrangement of troops, which one of them is not better than you, and which one is not enough to be your preacher.

"This is a simple topographic map of the battlefield drawn based on the clues provided by local herders and observations with my own eyes." In a noisy discussion, Zhang Songling turned around and explained with a smile: "The two red lines in the innermost part are the ring defensive positions arranged by Eryu for the last time. Outwards are two hundred meters, one hundred and fifty meters, one hundred and fifty meters contour lines, triangles represent woods, squares represent rocks, fine ink dots represent sand, and fine crosses represent bushes. Well, add to the sentence, the height I mentioned just now is relative height, not absolute altitude, and the contour lines are one every fifty meters, and the specific error should not exceed ten percent."

"Buzz,." The discussion below suddenly became louder, and then quickly stopped like a mouth blocked by an invisible hand. As the saying goes, experts will know if there is any. Seeing this temporary map, even those who were most dissatisfied with Zhang Songling, even those who were most dissatisfied with Zhang Songling quietly put away the look of reticence on their faces, and replaced it with unconcealed surprise and admiration.

Due to the long war, the Chinese governments have been unable to manage the outside world. At this moment, the National Revolutionary Army, not to mention the topographic and topographic maps of a nameless mound on the grassland, even the ordinary geographical maps used by Commander Qi had to be seized from the Japanese. They could only be allowed to take a rough look at the commander, and they could not serve as a specific reference for combat. Although the method was a bit rough, the method of the temporary hand-painted by Zhang Songling used contour lines and physical objects to directly put the terrain details of the entire battlefield directly under everyone's noses. Wherever it is steep and difficult to move, where the slope is smooth, where it is easy to defend and hide, where it can be hidden, and if you look carefully for a moment, you can basically do it.

"I am worthy of being the optimistic person of the old brigade commander, but I still possess such a skill." An officer in the captain's uniform turned his head and muttered to his colleagues in a very small voice.

"No matter how you say that they have also received two treasure trove medals. If there were no real guys at all, Sun Lianzhong would have put so much effort into cultivating him." The colleagues beside him nodded, and the conversation was filled with emotion.

"Not that. With this ability to draw maps, it will be a hot commodity wherever you go. When fighting, the one who is the commander-in-chief saves his strength."

"From the map, we can see that the offensive route chosen by Captain Qi in Bai Tian is indeed the smallest slope and the widest terrain on the entire earth mountain." Although the attitude of the people below had already made a big turn of 180 degrees, Zhang Songling was still in the same shape, and continued to add it with a slow and clear voice. "So, tomorrow morning, I will continue to launch a strong attack from the same area. I roughly estimated that the slope of this area is about 17 degrees, which is not too steep, but if you want to fully utilize the speed advantage of the war horse, you must use this oblique tangent angle."

While talking, he took out a charcoal strip from his pocket and drew a long line of contours with the sparse contour lines and at the same time, there were relatively few obstacles. "Let the cavalry lead the horses to walk here first. It is about 300 meters away from the Japanese position, and suddenly launched a sprint towards the southeast. In this way, the difficulty of the war horses sprint will be much lower, but the distance will be stretched to about 700 meters at the same time. With the negative impact of the terrain, the entire sprint process will take about two minutes. If the Japanese are allowed to concentrate their firepower to intercept, the cavalry will have no self-protection power within these two minutes."

All the discussion disappeared again. Even if the officers who had been through the battle formation could not understand the twists and turns of contours and messy identifiers on the map, they knew what the black line that Zhang Songling finally added with carbon strips meant. It was an absolute road to death. After the attack was launched, the cavalry of the Black Stone Guerrillas would follow this road and attack the Japanese invaders' positions. Above them, there were dozens of light and heavy machine guns, spitting out sinful fire snakes.

In two minutes, the crooked handle can fire 240 bullets, and the Type 92 heavy machine gun can easily fire more than 800 rounds, and more than a dozen light and heavy machine guns are enough to make the cavalry's way forward become a river full of bullets. If friendly forces do not cooperate well during this period, or deliberately do not cooperate, no one of the Blackstone guerrilla cavalry will survive.

The night wind blowing in from the window was very cold, and the officers' breathing was frozen and turned into thick and long white smoke. Everyone did not expect that Zhang Songling was so determined to arrange the attack. What was even more unexpected was that the Tujiao guerrillas believed in themselves so much and handed the lives of all the cavalry to their hands without reservation. This trust made their shoulders and hearts feel extremely heavy, so heavy that they could hardly breathe normally. At this moment, they just wanted to stand up, and pulled the clothes on their chests towards the two guerrilla commanders, telling each other that the blood here was still hot. You can go with confidence, as long as I have a breath, they will definitely not allow the Japanese to shoot at you.

"According to the above situation, I need friendly forces to provide the following cooperation." Zhang Songling's next request was definitely suspected of being overestimated. However, no one stood up, including the most kind leader Qi and the most unkind Lu Xiaogui, for accusing him of not knowing how to advance or retreat, nor did anyone question his request. The guerrillas have handed over the back to you. As a robe, how could you have the shame to continue to pick on the nitpicking? The only thing you can do is raise your weapon and firmly protect his back until your blood is dry until you can no longer open your eyes.

"If the attack goes smoothly, the cavalry will cut in from the Japanese position two minutes after the attack is launched." At this moment, Zhang Songling's figure looked steady, which was very inconsistent with his real age. "Due to the number of people and the speed of the war horses, the cavalry's own strength alone will definitely not be able to continue to expand the results of the battle. Therefore, if possible, I hope that the suicide squad can lurk in this position before the attack is launched."

With his fingers, he marked a point in a forest on the map. Zhang Songling continued to confidently add, "When the war horses rushed forward, most of the Japanese's attention would inevitably be attracted by the cavalry. If the suicide squad chose the right opportunity to attack, he would definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort."

The smoke and dust from horse hooves covered the sky and the sun. The Japanese stared at the red eyes and aimed at the galloping war horses and shot wildly. At this moment, more than two hundred figures suddenly rushed out of the woods, holding box cannons in one hand and ghost-headed swords in the other hand. In an instant, they slapped the Japanese positions like a torrent, smashing the entire position into pieces.

Without closing your eyes, all the officers could see similar scenes. The one who finally gave Eryu Squadron a fatal blow was not the guerrilla cavalry that first launched the attack, but the 93rd Regiment itself. According to Zhang Fatty Zi's plan, even if all the guerrilla cavalry fell under the gun of the Japanese, and the suicide squad holding a big knife still had plenty of time and opportunity to complete the final mission.

Fatty Zhang was not ignorant of advancing and retreating, but in his heart, from the very beginning, he placed the Black Stone Guerrillas as a supporting role. He never thought of taking over the main points, but instead did his best to eliminate the Japanese who were guarding the help of the earthen mountain.

"Papapapapapapapa." I don't know who took the lead and applauded Zhang Songling. In an instant, warm applause rang in the conference room, like the waves of pine trees. The officers of the 93rd Regiment blushed and their eyes blushed, giving the respect from the heart without reservation to the person who was nearly half younger than themselves in the previous map, and to this former Lieutenant Colonel of the National Revolutionary Army and the current captain of the Communist guerrillas.
Chapter completed!