Chapter 2: Cross-flow (Thirteenth)

The fierce battle is imminent, and it is indeed not the time to purify military discipline. Fang Guoqiang sighed helplessly and nodded hesitantly. Before coming to the Blackstone Guerrillas, he had heard about the proud achievements of the Blackstone Guerrillas in the military sub-district. He thought that after he arrived, he could do something big, but he expected that it would be better to see him in person than to hear it. The scene he saw this night was really unbelievable.

The results reported by the Blackstone Guerrillas in the past are really not watery? How could a team with such a relaxed organizational discipline create so many glory? Think about the kind of orders he saw in the central government's direct troops, the clear order that the 93rd Regiment showed during the meeting, and the chaos and excitement of the guerrillas just now, Fang Guoqiang suddenly felt confused, but he could not find anyone to help him guide him. This is not a school, and he could discuss any problems with his classmates. This is not a military sub-district. Any disputes can be handed over to the superiors for arbitration and resolution. Here, he is the political commissar, and he is responsible for the matters related to organizational construction and the development direction of the team. If he himself is confused, don't expect that there are other sensible people.

Until the team began to regroup, Fang Guoqiang still failed to get rid of his loss and confusion. When Zhang Songling saw that he was haggard and thought that he was too tired of traveling continuously, he called the deputy Lao Hou of the first squadron and ordered the latter to accompany the political commissar to the artillery position, responsible for coordinating and communicating with the artillery company of the 93rd Regiment. Then he gave instructions to two soldiers who had just been assigned to Fang Guoqiang as guards, ordering them to protect the safety of the political commissar. Finally, he gently patted Fang Guoqiang on the shoulder and jumped onto the horse.

Such careful and considerate arrangements made Fang Guoqiang feel a little better while embarrassing. "Maybe what I saw before was superficial!" He sighed quietly, comforting himself in his heart, "Look at it carefully, it is indeed a bit hasty to draw a conclusion now."

With a fog in his mind, he came straight to the artillery position of the 93rd Regiment under the guidance of Lao Hou. Since 38th, the 93rd Regiment has been undergoing political training with other Fu Zuoyi's direct troops. Political cadres have been sent to the platoon level. Therefore, all departments are not unfamiliar with the position of political commissar and respect Fang Guoqiang as a major cadre of the guerrillas. In particular, Sun Yunqi, the commander of the artillery company, even specially transferred a high-power Soviet telescope for use by the commander of Fang to "command" the battle. (Note 1)

In front of outsiders, Fang Guoqiang could not do any more worrying things. He quickly said some thanks with a smile, then half-swered and half-placed the telescope, stood on the observation post specially established by the artillery position, and examined the entire battlefield situation.

It is almost six o'clock in the north. There is still no sign of whitening in the east. On the contrary, because the moon has fallen west, the surroundings are getting darker and darker. Only when the flare suddenly lights up can you see the outline of the hill not far ahead. Unknown wild trees are shaking by the night wind, like the beating shadows of the devils.

Most of the flares were fired by Japanese invaders entrenched on the top of the mountain. Occasionally, there were a few National Revolutionary Army surrounding the top of the mountain. Although there was no large-scale fire exchange throughout the night, both the offensive and defensive sides dared not relax their vigilance. Occasionally, they heard some movements, and the flares and tracer bullets greeted him, for fear that one side would launch a sneak attack with the cover of the night and caught him off guard.

"With such strict defense, is Fatty Zhang's plan possible?" Looking at the ghostly mountain top in the camera, Fang Guoqiang felt his lips slowly start to dry out, and his heart slowly moves to his throat. During the Hebei guerrillas, he had never participated in such a large-scale battle. A whole squadron of Japanese invaders, and a reinforcement squadron armed with teeth. In the first day of the battle, more than 300 people were killed or injured, but they failed to break into the opponent's position. Fatty Zhang brought about sixty cavalry, could he create miracles? How could he break through the firepower net woven by light and heavy machine guns, and why did he cross the death trap after death in the dark?

The harsh mechanical friction sound came from his feet, like a sharp knife, constantly torturing his eardrums. It was the sound made by the Su-made 76mm mountain cannon when it began to prepare for combat. It was very noisy. This cannon inherited the usual characteristics of Su-made weapons. It was bulky, strong, and had a huge lethality. Its effective range was as high as more than 8,000 meters, far exceeding the 92 and 97 styles equipped by the Eryu Squadron. In the previous battle, the latter was suppressed so that it could not be exerted at all.

"Please cheer me up. Although the Japanese have been blown up by us during the day, they will surely hide one or two guys who can save their lives." Sun Yunqi, the commander of the cannon company, was also very proud of his own record. With a somewhat show-off tone, he shouted loudly to his subordinates, "The commander said that after he found out, he would destroy it immediately without asking anyone for instructions."

"Yes." The four artillery teams responded at the same time, with each soldier's face full of unconcealed pride.

"From you, how far is the Japanese's position? If you find the Japanese firepower point, how long will it take to destroy it?" Fang Guoqiang was a little envious and bent down and asked Sun Yunqi very humbly. The Soviet aid supplies were all handed over to the Chongqing government to allocate, and the Eighth Route Army-level units did not have such powerful suppressive weapons.

"It's hard to say." Sun Yunqi thought for a while and responded very realistically, "If I find the Japanese Type 92 infantry gun, my four guns will launch a counterattack at the same time, and it will be effective within about five minutes. If it is a heavy machine gun or a Type 97 that can be carried on the shoulder at any time, it will be more troublesome. Basically, they don't know where to move to before I adjusted the gun."

"Then" Fang Guoqiang felt nervous again when he heard this. He hesitated for a moment and continued to ask, "How many artillery are left in the hands of the Eryu Squadron? I mean all artillery is included."

"We should have all taken down the 92nd Style." Sun Yunqi raised his head and responded with a smile, "Yesterday we started fighting with the Japanese devils. After the artillery gained an overwhelming advantage, the artillery team was forced to the mountain step by step. I found the wreckage of two infantry cannons on the battlefield. There should be no third one. After all, the opposite side is just a reinforcement squadron, and it cannot be better than the Japanese devils' brigade equipment."

"Where is the Type 97 small steel cannon, do you think the Japanese still have it?" Fang Guoqiang nodded, and then asked with concern.

The Japanese infantry artillery was generally only equipped at the first level of the brigade. Because the Eryu Squadron belongs to the reinforced squadron, it is barely qualified to be equipped with the Type 92. Fang Guoqiang is also very clear about this. However, the light and flexible Type 97 is non-standard equipment. This infantry curved artillery with a caliber weighs only more than 20 kilograms, which is very easy to carry. It may appear in various combat units of the Japanese army from the infantry corps, from the squadrons, or even in the squadrons.

"From the daytime battle, I don't know whether it was destroyed or not in the end. Anyway, I didn't find the body of such a cannon on the battlefield." Sun Yunqi slowly frowned and responded in a low voice.

Fang Guoqiang's heart continued to tighten, and his eyes went black. It was enough to launch a charge under the Japanese machine gun blockade. He actually had to face the bombardment of small steel cannons at the same time. This fat man Zhang really thought that he was still alive in the Middle Ages, and he would have to conquer the world with cavalry.

"But Chief Fang is worried. In the first few rounds, I will plow the Japanese positions first to ensure that the Japanese won't get the first move." Sun Yunqi keenly noticed Fang Guoqiang's nervousness, smiled, and comforted in a low voice.

A hot feeling surged up Fang Guoqiang's face again, which made him wake up quickly. What am I doing? How could I be embarrassed in front of the Kuomintang officers? I am worried about what it is. I said I was here to coordinate and communicate. If I have any objections, will the artillery really obey my command?!

The answer is obvious. Sun Yunqi is very polite to him, but he will not let an outsider point fingers. Fang Guoqiang himself was in a different place with the other party. The same is true for the atmosphere around him suddenly became awkward. The friction sound made by the gun handwheel was turning became more and more sour. He did not want to continue the previous topic. Fang Guoqiang smiled and nodded at Sun Yunqi. The telescope in his hand turned to the dark hill not far away. Dawn's footsteps were approaching. The outline of the mountain gradually became clear in the night, and the wild slanted by the wind was blown by the wind. The tree slowly revealed its figure, as well as the messy bushes and ugly and weird stones. Suddenly, on the edge of a forest, he vaguely saw a group of slowly moving objects. It was Fatty Zhang and the others. The outline of the people was not so big, and only war horses had such a conspicuous body shape. Fortunately, they were on the lower side of the woods and were not discovered by the Japanese. Heaven, how could Zhang's team be so long? Didn't he only bring sixty people? Why did it seem to fill the entire forest? Heaven, where did he find so many war horses?

No one could answer the question in his heart. Suddenly, the general attack began without warning. The four Su mountain cannons under his feet let out a deafening roar, blew the Japanese position facing the muzzle on the top of the mountain, which was facing the muzzle, and gravel flew everywhere.
Chapter completed!