Chapter 2: Cross-flow (Twelve chapters)

The "Regiment Commander" jumped up and tried to persuade Lao Qi to take back Cheng Ming. However, when Zhang Songling, who was standing beside Lao Qi, opened his mouth in vain, but he couldn't say a word afterwards. In the combat plan just now, Fatty Zhang was obviously planning to lead the cavalry to step on the formation. The captain of the 8th Route Army of the Tujiao put life and death aside. No matter how thick-skinned they were, they could not persuade their regiment commander to hide behind the team in front of each other.

"If you have suggestions on combat plans, you can speak freely. There is no need to talk too much about other things." The regiment commander Lao Qi had long expected someone to dissuade him, so he raised his eyebrows and emphasized again.

"Yes." The officers agreed with red eyes, and then began to supplement the combat plan proposed by Zhang Songling based on their previous combat experience and the current real situation of the 93rd Regiment. Some of the opinions were very realistic. After soliciting Zhang Songling's opinion, the regiment commander Lao Qi added it as specific implementation details to the combat plan. Some suggestions were purely superfluous, or simply to show the attitude of the proposer's active participation. The regiment commander Lao Qi was not angry, and encouraged a few words with a smile, and then asked others to continue speaking.

Everyone worked together and quickly added the entire combat plan to an easy-to-execute at any time. The regiment commander Lao Qi saw that the temperature was almost done, and announced the end of the discussion time. Then he led all the officers present to sort out the completed plan from beginning to end, striving to engrave it firmly in his heart. Finally, he cleared his throat and said loudly: "Where should everyone be in the place where everyone here should be and what they do tomorrow morning, and I must have remembered it clearly. I won't talk too much. After going down, I immediately started to prepare. At about six o'clock, we will meet on time on the position and have a meeting."

"Salvation of loyalty to the country, and death will be without regrets." The officers stood up in unison, responded loudly, then packed up their luggage and trotted away from the command center.

Fang Guoqiang also shouted a slogan with everyone, moved his legs, and walked out the door dizzyly. Many things I heard and saw tonight were inconsistent with his past experience, which made him feel very uncomfortable. He seemed to be dreaming with his eyes open. None of the things that were happening around him were real, but he could not wake himself up, so he could only watch, not participate, and could not really be outside.

"Stop, stop." He didn't want the nightmare to continue. While silently chanting in his heart, he stuffed his left index finger into his mouth and bit it hard. "Well." The violent pain made him groan, but the dream in front of him failed to dissipate as he wished. On the contrary, everything seemed to be accelerating suddenly, running towards him more and more quickly and unwilling to see the tragic ending.

"What's wrong, generous," Zhang Songling, who was walking in front, heard a muffled groan, turned around in surprise, and asked with concern with the nickname he used to join the army by train.

"No, nothing," Fang Guoqiang stopped instinctively, raised his hand, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and covered it up with difficulty, "Just now, I was a little sleepy just now, so I bit my finger."

"You are so powerful when you bite yourself, but you are really there." Zhang Songling's eyes were quickly attracted by the other party's bloody fingers, and he was stunned and laughed and cried.

Fang Guoqiang was embarrassed by laughter, put his finger in his pants pocket, rubbed it a few times, and then explained embarrassedly: "After walking all day, I can't help but feel confused, so I can't control my concentration."

"Yes, you have walked at least a hundred miles all day long." Zhang Songling was very considerate of others' difficulties, put away his smile, and took the initiative to find a way for Fang Guoqiang, "Let's do this, go to bed quickly after returning to the camp, and I will send someone to wake you up before departure."

"No need, no need, I'll find a place to grab a piece of snow and wipe it." Fang Guoqiang smiled and waved his hands repeatedly. What was happening in front of him must be a dream. In his previous dreams, Zhang Songling was still the little white fat man who was shorter than him. Now, the little white fat man at that time has become a big black fat man, and he has reached a foot high.

It's not a dream, he must do something. Even if he can't change the combat plan he has already decided, he should at least remind Zhang Songling to be on guard. Thinking of this, Fang Guoqiang quickly turned his head and looked around, and then said in a very low voice: "You are really so relieved about the 93rd Regiment. You must know that before this, they were still thinking of annexing the guerrillas."

"They have not completely given up on this idea yet." Zhang Songling nodded gently first, then shook his head slightly, "But I believe that when we fight the Japanese devils, they will not attack us behind us. Otherwise, not only will they not be able to explain to the military sub-district, but they will not be able to speak up with the brothers under the 93rd Regiment."

At this moment, Fang Guoqiang finally felt how stubborn Zhang Songling was. He gritted his teeth and continued to persuade him, "But, they may have done it on purpose."

"Borrowing a knife to kill people, right? I believe they won't." Before he finished speaking, Zhang Songling quickly interrupted, "Lao Qi is a real soldier, a real soldier, and he doesn't want to play this game. Besides, even if there is a problem with the cooperation between the two sides, the Japanese may not be able to do anything about us. The cavalry has an absolute speed advantage. As long as they rush up, their initiative will be completely in our own hands. People who have never done targeted exercises cannot grasp the rhythm of the battlefield at all."

"Well, that!" Fang Guoqiang's big blinking eyes were full of confusion. He could not understand why Zhang Songling was so confident in Lao Qi's character, nor why he was so confident in the cavalry raid tactics he had just formulated. According to the current popular military theory, after the machine gun appeared, it was a historical necessity for the cavalry to withdraw from the battlefield. Fang Guoqiang, who had no relevant experience, could not imagine how the Black Stone Guerrilla cavalry could rush to the enemy and raise the sword in his hand high under the firepower of more than a dozen machine guns.

Zhang Songling completely saw Fang Guoqiang's expression, knew what this person was worried about, thought about it, and explained in a voice that only he and the other party could hear: "Some politicians in the upper class of the Jinsui Army tried to create friction, but there were only two reasons. First, use this method to express their feelings to some people in the National Government. Second, after the Japanese were driven away, the Jinsui Army made preparations for the exclusive possession of the grassland outside the border. Lao Qi of the 93rd Regiment was a soldier and could not be generalized with those politicians. He wanted to annex us before, and what he wanted to do was to quickly strengthen the combat effectiveness of the 93rd Regiment. After all, our Black Stone Guerrillas used to be The record is there, and holding such a team in hand is an irresistible temptation to any surrounding forces. However, soldiers have military rules. Whether they use force to force us to join, or use money to buy and win over, as long as things are done in the end, others will feel that it is understandable. If he uses the Japanese to make our guerrillas a blank air, he will not be able to get anything except the reputation of killing people with a knife. Instead, it is very likely that the hearts of his brothers under his command will be dismissed because of this matter. In the end, they will be betrayal and even the leader will not be able to take a steadfast position."

"This" Fang Guoqiang blinked his eyes, still confused. Zhang Songling's second half of the words had already involved the rules of the warlords in this era. He could not understand it for a while, with only working and fighting experience in the guerrillas. However, Zhang Songling's words immediately relaxed his mood, and he became cheered up again, taking quick steps.

"The Eryu Squadron has become the last of its strength." Perhaps it was to make Fang Guo feel at ease, and it was also really determined that this point. When he spoke these words, Zhang Songling's face always had a confident luster that made people feel stable after seeing it. "Although it is a strengthening squadron, the total strength is still less than 200. The 93rd Regiment and our two families have concentrated ten times the strength and fought with it for a whole day. Even if the individual combat capabilities of the two sides are different, we The five casualties on the side were only replaced by the Japanese. Eryu can continue to fight so far, at most there are only 50 or 60 left. With 50 or 60 people, you can hold such a large circular position. You can calculate how long each Japanese person has to be responsible for on average. As long as the time is good, when our cavalry rushed to the edge of the trenches, the enemies they have to face are probably only a very small part. The Japanese soldiers in other areas have no time to come to support them."

"This" Fang Guoqiang could not question Zhang Songling's description, so he could only choose to believe it temporarily, "Then what should I do? Just lead the recruits to clean up the battlefield."

"What subject do you know in Anti-Japanese University? How many types of artillery use are you?" Zhang Songling did not immediately answer Fang Guoqiang's latest question, but turned his head and asked in a low voice.

"I was in the crash course of guerrilla cadres, only in teams, not subjects. Overall, I focused on infantry command." Fang Guoqiang thought for a while and responded hesitantly, "However, I can ride a horse and also learned the eight-style breaking styles of the Northwest Army. As for artillery, it is mainly mountain cannons and mortars, but it is limited to theory, and live ammunition has only fired a few shots."

"It's enough to know how to use mountain cannons and mortars. I only need you to communicate with the artillery company of the 93rd Regiment, and you don't need to fire yourself." Zhang Songling was very satisfied with the answer given by Fang Guoqiang. He patted the latter's shoulder hard and said in a low voice: "In this battle, in addition to the earliest doubts of military plans, the cooperation of artillery is the most critical. I have arranged the first squadron of Zhang Laozheng to command our four 97 light mortars. I will leave it to you on the 93rd Regiment. The effect I hope to see is that the shells open the way for war horses, and the smoke and dust that explodes can completely block the Japanese's sight, making it impossible for them to exert the power of the machine gun at all."

"Yes." Fang Guoqiang immediately felt the pressure from his shoulders, thought for a while, and focused his head at Zhang Songling and Zheng.

When he returned to the temporary resident of the guerrillas, Zhang Songling called the cadres to have a meeting. While introducing the new political commissar to everyone, he assigned tasks according to the latest and complete combat plan. Fang Guoqiang was a new arrival and looked at the situation of the Black Stone Guerrillas, so he couldn't even talk. He could only listen quietly next to him and secretly observe the performance of the cadres present.

Everyone is almost different from his colleagues in the army. Compared with the good men in Yanzhao, the men outside the border have obviously darker skin, and the edges on their faces are clearer. They speak rudely and sound very much. They sound like quarrels in their ears, but when your eyes meet his eyes, you can see the undisguised kindness and sincerity inside.

Everyone seemed to have no objection to Zhang Songling's volunteer to take the lead. Some people even arrogantly said that the 93rd Regiment's suicide squad was not needed to follow up. The cavalry of the Black Stone Guerrillas could still use their horses to stomp Eryu's head to pieces.

"Last time we had about 100 people, and we didn't suffer any losses against the two Japanese and a puppet army. This time we fought against Eryu Squadron face to face, we didn't believe that we could have a gutter and a boat capsized." As if we were eager to prove it to Fang Guoqiang, the new political commissar, someone loudly quoted his previous record.

"It doesn't matter. The 93rd Regiment beats them. Let's fight us. First rush up and kill all the Japanese. The suicide squad of the 93rd Regiment can't even drink the soup, and they are anxious to death." Someone came up with tricks that did not violate the previous combat plan, but could show off his might, and slapped the table and shouted.

This kind of ignoring the discipline of the venue is not only rare among the Eighth Route Army troops within the pass, but even in the Kuomintang army, it must be severely punished. However, Zhang Songling was very accommodating to everyone, as if the more noisy the more lively he was, it could show his broad mind.

"There is no such thing as an elite army." Fang Guoqiang was very disappointed with everyone's performance, and his brows frowned unconsciously. However, before he could figure out how to make his own opinions tactfully, the entire meeting was over. The cadres who received the task stood up in a panic, neither applauding nor shouting slogans, and in a blink of an eye, they left cleanly.

"Yeah, yeah." Although I knew that this was not the time when I emphasized discipline at this critical moment, Fang Guoqiang still coughed and walked towards Zhang Songling, whispering, "Captain Zhang, has our guerrilla team been doing this for meetings? I can feel that everyone's morale is very high, but compared with the 93rd Regiment, I always feel a little confused, one is a little bit different from the regular soldiers."

"It's almost like this. They're used to it, and I'm used to it." Zhang Songling smiled and nodded, responding generously, "Anyway, when they officially get angry with the Japanese, they won't be lazy or sloppy. It's not a big deal to relax in front of me."

"Hmm, ummm." Hearing this, Fang Guoqiang's cough immediately became louder, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his stomach. What is nothing big? Organizing and discipline are the guarantee of the combat effectiveness of a unit. The order during the meeting was not even as good as the Kuomintang. How could he expect this unit to continue to win battles? Fatty Zhang is too judging by achievements.

"You have just arrived, and you may not be used to it." Zhang Songling gently patted Fang Guoqiang behind the back to show comfort. "It will be better slowly. Everyone's real situation is definitely not what they see on the surface. Hi, I can't explain it clearly if I say a few words to this kind of thing. In short, let's fight the battle before us first, and then talk about other things slowly."
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