Chapter 2 Streamlight (Three Parts)

"Hahahaha" The two schools of students around laughed in unison, looking at Zhang Songling who was inexplicably surprised, and felt full of sympathy.

It is said that Yan Baolin is a rough man, but he expected that under this man's seemingly rude appearance, he actually had a delicate heart. He first came to Zhang Songling's original box cannon. The so-called tactical battle is simply a trick.

As the leader of the first study group and the captain of the entire military brigade, "Lao Yan" was also embarrassed by Yan Baolin's little abacus. He glared at the latter fiercely and whispered to the insult.

"I know that the Fourteenth Styles in the South are not as good as the original German long-skinned box, but this Southern Style is different." Yan Baolin was a little awe of Chen Hui, struggled for a moment, and explained loudly, "This is what I seized from a Japanese man. There are silver blocks embedded under the handle of the gun, and there are the names of outstanding graduates of the Japanese Army University and the president at that time."

"Excellent graduate of Army University." The students around were stunned for a moment, lowered their heads and looked at the handle of the turtle box carefully. Sure enough, under the discolored guardrail, they saw a small black metal vaguely with words such as "Army University" and a distinct Japanese name, Wada Yaji.

In this way, the pistols have a bit more collection value. They may be sold at a high price in foreign concessions in Shanghai, Tianjin and other places. However, in the eyes of many veterans on the battlefield, their value is still uncommon than the Changmeng box. Shortly after the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, the latter's value has soared due to the arms embargo of the European powers on China. Especially this long-range barrel-long barrel has an accurate range of more than 150 meters. The gun holster is placed in the gun handle and can be turned into a shoulder-fired rifle. It is impossible to buy it below 300 yuan. That thing is just before the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, the National Government specially imported a batch and sent it to enrich the personal bodyguards of officials at all levels. Unless there is a fierce battle at the division level and above between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, everyone will not even have the chance to seize it.

"I, I'll add this." Yan Baolin hesitated for a moment when he saw that no one around him supported him, gritted his teeth and took out a short knife with a sheath from under his clothes, and placed it side by side with the turtle box. "I lost the battle and used it to cut my stomach. His former owner was also a Zhongzuo. Last time he had a meeting in Jinnan, someone else exchanged it with me, but I was not willing to do so."

Licha has fought with the Japanese devils for so many years, and most of the students present are familiar with this item. Usually, when the Japanese officers are defeated, they will use this thing to solve themselves when they have no way to break through. Especially in the first two years of the war, almost officers of the Major or above level will make this choice at the end of the day, and it is difficult to capture them alive on the battlefield.

A commemorative gun for outstanding graduates of the Army University, and a sperm of the Japanese devils. This guy named Yan seems to have fought many bad battles. In connection with the story behind the two weapons, the students' eyes at Yan Baolin were finally kinder, and they were also looking forward to seeing how Zhang Songling responded.

With dozens of eyes watching, Zhang Songling pushed the turtle box and the ribs outward, and said with a smile: "My two box cannons are Spanish goods, which are harder to buy than the original German ones, and in addition."

He paused deliberately, and he continued to smile and add, "You have seen my combat plan. When fighting against the Japanese, they will not be able to gain such an advantage."

"Boom,." A kind-hearted laughter broke out around him. All the students looked at Yan Baolin and shook their heads. This guy was so smart. He said he wanted to bet with others, but he had cleaned his trump card in advance. However, he himself could consider the solution in a tit-for-tat way and occupied an invincible place from the beginning.

"This, this" Hearing the laughter around, Yan Baolin's face finally began to turn red. He muttered embarrassedly for a long time, but he could not resist the temptation of Changmiaozi. He gritted his teeth again, looked at Zhang Songling's eyes and said, "The bet remains unchanged. I am a Japanese devil. You are the Eighth Route Army. You can not follow the previous plan of your group. You can fight whatever you want. How about it, do you dare to bet with me once?"

Before Zhang Songling could speak, a sound of encouragement immediately sounded around him, "Betting, bet with him, Fatty, we all serve as your adviser."

"Bet, bet with him, fat man, we will definitely stand on your side."

"Okay." Zhang Songling was also a little competitive by the other party. He nodded slightly, then stretched out a hand and added with a smile, "It's not interesting to play with the two of us. Just let me and our group be one party. You can take the people in your group as staff, and we will do a sand table deduction in our two groups, and the other students present will be referees."

"Okay." Yan Baolin stretched out his palm excitedly, snatched Zhang Songling's palm in the air, and then quickly turned his head to Chen Hui, the leader of the study group, and the "captain"

"This, it's not good." Team leader Chen Hui is an old party member and has a strong organizational principle. He turned his head a little and responded hesitantly.

"The bet is just a gimmick, and we are also trying to learn together and promote each other." Yan Baolin's speech immediately became flexible, and he made excuses for himself without changing his expression.

"Yes, everyone is trying to promote each other and master the teaching content flexibly." He is not the only smart person, and the students watching the fun around him also loudly helped.

"Then let's move as quickly as possible and don't delay evening self-study." Team leader Chen Hui immediately followed the boat, took out a dagger, and began to dig soil on the ground.

Seeing this, all the students understood it. They took out their own tools, took the initiative to draw materials on the spot, and helped build a simple sand table next to the green gauze tent.

The fire was high. Soon, a huge and fine sand table appeared at everyone's feet. It was built completely according to the assumptions in the exercises. The mountains, rivers, roads, and woods were all vividly built. Yan Baolin grabbed a few handfuls of sorghum leaves and placed them on the top of the mountain to serve as the Japanese army. Zhang Songling and his team members cut a few sorghum poles without ears and cut them into small pieces to serve as the Eighth Route Army.

Other students who watched the fun automatically acted as referees. With the knowledge learned in class, they were responsible for specifically evaluating the phased results and losses of both offense and defense. With the order of the referee who was temporarily elected, the deduction officially began. Under the deployment of Zhang Songling, the offensive party quickly expanded its formation. The defense party was discussed by Yan Baolin, Chen Hui and others, and based on the habits of the Japanese, they began to build various defensive facilities.

After a few minutes of preparation time, the main battalion of the Eighth Route Army took the lead in launching an attack. Two infantry companies serving as the main attack mission crossed cover and advanced layer by layer. In a blink of an eye, they attacked the first position where the "Japanese invaders" Kobayashi Squadron was located. Yan Baolin, Chen Hui and others used all their strength to organize their Japanese squadrons to give full play to their firepower advantages and kill and injured the attackers from a long distance. The two sides fought hard to solve, and smoke filled the gunpowder. In a blink of an eye, the battlefield situation entered a stalemate, and the casualties of soldiers began to rise in a straight line.

"Capital Commander Zhang, Battalion Commander Zhang, you still have two companies, and there are still two companies that haven't moved." Among the students who served as referees, many of them were too involved and couldn't help but give Zhang Songling a loud voice.

However, Zhang Songling turned a deaf ear to everyone's reminders. The two main attacking infantry companies continued to move back and forth in the enemy's positions. The front line grew longer and longer, and the more it was stretched, and there were huge gaps between each platoon, and even to individual squads.

Suddenly, Yan Baolin felt despised. He picked up a few sorghum leaves and was about to take the initiative. Chen Hui, who was temporarily pulled over to act as a staff officer, quickly stretched out his hand to stop his reckless behavior. At the same time, he pointed at the left and right positions of the attacking side outside the trench with his other hand, reminding him to be cautious.

It was two areas with concentrated troops, with a scale of about one and a half platoons each, with more than 150 meters apart from each other, and was roughly the same as the trench of the defensive party. If Yan Baolin attacked rashly, he would be sandwiched between these three rows of eight platoons and could not advance or retreat. The few platoons of soldiers who were continuing to move around took the opportunity to charge and directly seize the first trench.

"Fatty, really a good thing." Yan Baolin immediately discovered the problem, wiped the sweat from his head, and muttered quietly. This is the sand table deduction. Both the offense and defense can see the opponent's arrangements clearly. If he is in the real battlefield, he will be deceived and will not even have the chance to renege.

"The tough battles he has fought with the Japanese are no less than you." Captain Chen Hui glanced at him and whispered. If it was a competition between Yan Baolin and Zhang Songling, he would not care about winning or losing, but now the entire study group has been dragged into a bet by Yan Baolin. Once it loses too ugly, the captain's face will have no place to put.

"I know, this is challenging." Yan Baolin didn't understand Chen Hui's difficulties at all. He quickly fiddled with sorghum leaves and adjusted the deployment. Several machine gun teams quickly concentrated and launched a strike at the attacking party. Another team of "aggressive men" followed closely behind the machine gun team and was ready. At the same time, another team of soldiers was transferred out from the second trench to strengthen the defensive power of the first trench at a designated location.

"Be careful of the artillery." Chen Hui slapped him in anger and protested loudly. Zhang Songling's group's plan just now had demonstrated their idea of ​​using infantry cannons to strike firepower points. Yan Baolin actually dared to concentrate firepower. Didn't he deliberately send the machine gunners to the other party's muzzle?

As soon as the words were finished, the two Jinzao styles 13, which were set as "Eighth Route Army" but had been silent before, had already shown their power, smashing a string of shells to the most concentrated position of the machine gun. Five of the nine crooked hands were directly declared out by the referee, and the remaining four were also weakened to half due to the large number of machine gunners.

"Don't the captain tell you not to underestimate the enemy, why are you still?" The staff of the "Japanese Army" were inexplicably angry and turned their heads and accused him loudly. Yan Baolin, as the commander, turned his ears and turned a deaf ear to this. He pushed several sorghum leaves behind the other machine gun team forward from the left and right sides, and directly pushed them to the "Eighth Route Army" closest to him, "Resistance, you're dead."

The shells exploded and the smoke of gunpowders had not dissipated. The Japanese soldiers rushed to the Eighth Route Army with a bayonet rifle. This was not the Japanese tactics. It was clearly the roles were completely altered. The referees frowned, but they had to admit that Yan Baolin's move was very beautiful and completely caught the attacker off guard.

"I still have eleven shells in my hand." In a anxious gaze, Zhang Songling sneered and reminded that the rapid movement of straw in his hand would represent the landing point of the shell, spreading to the left and right sides of the trench along the previous shelling position.

"What does this mean? Those two brothers will give it to the Japanese." The referees were stunned for a moment, their eyes full of confusion, but soon, they began to suck in air conditioning. After a whole round of artillery attacks, there were nearly three or four squads of firepower blanks on the Japanese position. In addition to the one and a half platoons that were fighting against the Japanese army, there were at least three to four squads of Eighth Route soldiers nearby, so they could take the opportunity to pounce over and tear open the gap in the position.

"I can kill you, and then turn around and kill you back." Yan Baolin said with anger and shouted.

"The machine gun platoon pushes forward, the grenade launcher team follows up, the third platoon, the fourth platoon and the second company one platoon, one platoon, one platoon, one platoon, one platoon, one platoon, one platoon, and one platoon, one platoon, and one platoon applies for a phased evaluation." Zhang Songling ignored his threat at all and handed over the power to the onlookers. Then, he quickly dispatched the team and formed a backward scissor along the breakthrough.

"The Eighth Route Army Special Battalion suffered heavy damage, with two-thirds of its troops losing combat power, and the Japanese squad losing one-quarter of its attacking loss, weakening its combat effectiveness and greatly reducing its morale. You can choose to continue attacking forward or retreat quickly." The students around were experts, and quickly gave the results of the evaluation of this stage.

Continuing the attack, Zhang Songling had two complete companies as reserve teams. After the "Japanese army" attacked, they would definitely send meat into the tiger's mouth. If they turned back, the Eighth Route Army combat blocks squeezed along the way were just waiting for their work. The situation instantly became extremely unfavorable to the defense. Yan Baolin had no choice but to transfer out the reserve team and the hidden firepower in his hands one by one, trying to regain the position and block the gap. Since Zhang Songling's group was in the name of precise calculation, how could he get what he wanted? Countless back moves were used one after another, not only did they kill the defenders' counterattacks in the bud, but even the two 92 styles hidden in the inner ring position were directly seized by continuous rapid attacks.

In a blink of an eye, the "Japanese" was smashed by the position and was covered with holes. The combat teams that were in place in advance cooperated with each other to get close to the "Japanese" command center to wipe out the "Japanese soldiers" they encountered along the way as soon as possible. Yan Baolin had a lot of tricks and had no chance to use them. He was sweating all over. He raised the last sorghum leaf and protested loudly, "You, you, there was no such fast attack in the plan just now, you, you, you, your plan just now."

"All plans must be adjusted according to the actual situation of the opponent." Zhang Songling smiled and shrugged, then packed the two "infantry companies" that had not been put into the battlefield together and moved them away from the sand table. "I believe that the battle can be declared over and apply for the referee team to make a final evaluation."
Chapter completed!