Chapter 3 Storm (No. 1 Middle School)

After making up his mind to turn a blind eye, Fang Guoqiang had no need to stay on the observation deck. He took the telescope from his chest and stuffed it into the sentry's hand, and asked him to say thank you to Company Commander Sun for himself, turned around, and left.

Before his feet touched the ground, a familiar voice suddenly came from his ears, "Sir Fang, where are you going? Why don't you watch it? The Japanese have not killed them yet."

Fang Guoqiang turned his head in surprise and happened to see a round face, Shao Yong, the staff officer of the 93rd Regiment. He had met him at a meeting last night. He was as fat as a steamed bun, which made people unforgettable as long as they were just a glance.

"Oh, Staff Shao, I was shocked. I won't look at it anymore, I won't look at it anymore. Anyway, the Japanese are already cooked ducks, so there is nothing to see." While pondering the other party's purpose, Fang Guoqiang responded with a smile, "I'll go back and arrange a hot meal for my brothers. I'm so anxious to set off in the morning, so they ate a few pieces of dried cheese."

"Sir Fang is right now." Hearing this, Shao Yong immediately protested loudly, reached out and pulled Fang Guoqiang's sleeve, refusing to let go. "Brothers are sacrificing their lives in front of us. Our 93rd Regiment can ignore their food. You don't have to work hard. The kitchen has already started slaughtering sheep. Today, you Black Stone Guerrillas, including the recruits who just arrived last night, are all left for the celebration banquet. No one is allowed to leave before they drink and lie down."

"This?" Fang Guoqiang couldn't stand the other party's enthusiasm and shook his head repeatedly, "It's not good, there are hundreds of people, and you Captain Qi may have something else to do later."

"What else can there be, what is more important than celebrating the brothers," Shao Yong waved his arm vigorously, interrupting Fang Guoqiang's words, and then quickly grabbed the corner of the latter's clothes tightly, as if he was about to fly away as soon as he let go. "You can't leave, you can't leave. If you leave, our leader will have to deal with me."

"Yes, Chief Fang, you can't leave without even drinking the celebratory wine." Sun Yunqi, the commander of the cannon company, came over at some time and loudly helped Fatty Shao stay guests. "Today's battle, thanks to your guerrillas! If you Captain Zhang hadn't led the cavalry to smash the Japanese's iron barrel formation, I wouldn't know how many brothers would lie on the hillside in front."

"Yes, yes, this battle can be won, your guerrillas will be the first to win." Fatty Shao took Fang Guoqiang's hand and said in a constant manner as if the Yellow River had broken the hole. "Yesterday, our 93rd Regiment fought all day, but he couldn't take down the Japanese's position. Your guerrilla cavalry took less than ten minutes to cut over Eryu's last military flag! Shao asked himself that there were many battles, and this was the first time in his life with such a straightforward and neat way of fighting."

"One minute and forty seconds." Sun Yunqi corrected loudly next to him, "The first five minutes were the artillery fire and the suspicious soldiers distracted the Japanese. It only took about one minute and forty seconds from the appearance to the attack on the Japanese's position. The rest of the time was to chase the Japanese and chop off their heads. Tsk tsk, it was so fucking satisfying. I looked at them with the cannon glasses, and I wanted to fly over and kill them together."

"It was Captain Qi who went up in time. If he hadn't led the suicide squad to kill from the front in time, it would have been impossible for the guerrilla cavalry to eliminate the Japanese so quickly." He was very embarrassed by the praises of the two. Fang Guoqiang quickly waved his hand to be modest, but in his heart, he felt as if he had drunk hundreds of kilograms of honey, and even his blood turned sweet.

In less than two minutes, the war horse from Zhang Fatty to Zhao Tianlong broke through the Japanese defense line. It took less than two minutes in total. As a member of this team, Fang Guoqiang had no reason not to be proud of his brothers, not to mention that the price paid by the guerrillas was unexpectedly small. Almost everyone, including Fang Guoqiang, originally thought that even if they could successfully break into the Japanese position, the guerrillas might be beaten into a remnant soldier. Who would have expected that Zhang Fatty actually came up with the idea of ​​using war horses as a mobile bunker, and only paid the price of more than a dozen casualties to create a brilliant victory.

There will definitely not be more than fifteen people. Through the high-power telescope, Fang Guoqiang has counted the figures that continue to chase the Japanese on the horse's back. The remaining people are the essence of the guerrillas. With them, no matter how many difficulties they encounter, it is not scary. As long as you get a relatively stable supply of materials and a few months of rest, with these elites of the hundred battles as the backbone, the Blackstone guerrillas will soon be able to restore the scale of their heyday and go further in terms of combat effectiveness.

Just as he was thinking angrily, he heard the fat staff member Shao Yong shouting loudly: "Captain Qi can lead the suicide squad to kill in time, because the cavalry brothers disrupted the Japanese's formation first. So, we must drink this wine. After drinking, I have to ask Chief Fang for advice. What methods did your Eighth Route Army use to cultivate such a powerful cavalry."

"Yes, I remember someone told me that the cavalry had withdrawn from the stage of history." Sun Yunqi turned around and looked at the battlefield a few times, shaking his head while continuing to flatter the guerrillas. "I'll let him come over and see what a real cavalry is. Let such a powerful attack power exit the stage. It's nonsense, unless the official's head is kicked by a donkey."

"That is a military view that is currently popular in the West." When talking about military theory, Fang Guoqiang's mind quickly returned to normal from drunkenness, smiled and explained in a low voice, "I think the reason for this military view is that Western countries have achieved semi-mechanization and have enough tanks to complete the charge. In the East, especially in countries like ours, where industrial manufacturing capabilities are seriously backward, cavalry can still play a very important role in a short period of time, if they can get the full cooperation of artillery and infantry."

The second half of the sentence was just summarized by him, based on the short and fierce annihilation battle in front of him. Staff Shao and Sun Yunqi heard it, their eyes lit up again, and they nodded and whispered: "Yes, as long as the cannons can keep up, the attack power of the cavalry is no less than that of the Japanese tanks."

"We don't have as many food as you want to make food. We don't have that many roads here, and we can't build enough cars and tanks. Of course, the world of cavalry did not expect this before. We just yelled with books. Now it seems that it's better to have no books than to believe in books."
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