Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated Chapter 22

Chapter 22 A dog can't change its habit of eating shit

“Hahaha, it's true that a dog can't change its habit of eating shit. Sakata, an old devil, has suffered a loss and still acts like a coward.”

Behind a bunker on the forward position, Li Yunlong held a telescope and saw the Japanese army pulling down a line on a hill.

Communication antennas were quickly erected on the hilltop, and Sakata's temporary command post was set up.

This scene made Li Yunlong overjoyed, as happy as eating bee poop.

He really couldn't figure out why Sakata Nobutsuru had already lost so many soldiers, why he was so arrogant that the command post was facing his position.

“Sakata, Bantian, Kong Erluzi's weapon was butted with your head. Whether I can continue to be the regiment commander depends on whether the brigade commander wants your head to be used as a chamber pot.”

In fact, Sakata had his own reasons for locating the command post so close to the forward position.

First of all, he believed that the Eighth Route Army defensive force on the opposite side no longer had heavy firepower.

Even if some ammunition is hidden, this location is beyond the range of their 60mm mortars. His command post is safe here.

Secondly, in his stereotype, he is the attacker and opposite is the defender.

In the case where weapons, supplies and individual quality of soldiers are not superior, the commander on the opposite side can only hold on to the limit, so how can he possibly attack.

In the end, in this blocking battle, the Japanese samurai, the younger brother of the Locust Army, suffered a slight setback, and the troops' fighting will was not as high as it was when the raid just started.

He established the command post in a place where all soldiers from his brother country could see it, just to tell his warriors that their commander was with them.

It's a pity that Nobutsu Sakata never expected that his opponent would be a man who would seize every opportunity on the battlefield.

And this man's subordinates are even more like a pack of hungry wild wolves.

Li Yunlong said to the guard Hu Zi beside him: "Go and call Wang Chengzhu over."

After a while, a man with a big head and a round face came running from a distance. It was Wang Chengzhu, the best gunner of the new regiment.

“Report to the leader, Wang Chengzhu is waiting for instructions.”

Li Yunlong put down the telescope, but still stared at the battlefield, and said to him without looking back: "Come here."

After Wang Chengzhu came closer, Li Yunlong pointed at the battlefield and handed him the telescope in his hand.

“Did you see the tent on the hillside? The tent must be the little devil's headquarters.”

“Bringing the headquarters so close is not just a slap in my face, Lao Li, but also a look down on our new artillery regiment.”

“The mortar I asked Director Huang for was not for laying cubs. It's up to you to say so.”

Hearing what Li Yunlong said, although he knew that the group leader was irritating him, he was still very angry.

“Is your cannon within reach?”

As we all know, if someone gives you a thumbs up, they are not necessarily complimenting you, they may be trying to **** you.

As the person with the highest level of mathematics in the new group, Wang Chengzhu raised his right arm so that it was perpendicular to his body.

Then he raised his thumb, closed his left eye, and aimed his right eye to the left side of the thumb, aiming at the target.

Keep the body's various postures unchanged, then close your right eye and open your left eye.

Multiply the distance between the objects seen by the two eyes by 10, which is the approximate distance of the target being measured.

As a senior artilleryman, he often encounters mortars without sights, so the eye-jumping method is a helpless choice.

“Commander, the distance is too far and it's beyond the range.”

After Wang Chengzhu's visual inspection, the Japanese command post was more than two kilometers away from here, and his 60mm mortar could not reach there.

"This little devil is cunning enough. He has set up the command post outside our range. What do you think, think of a way and give him a shot."

Wang Chengzhu squinted his eyes and calculated the distance in his mind.

“Commander, it would be great if my cannon is still there. You can send my cannon to the logistics department for replacement. If we want to fight now, we have to move forward five hundred meters.”

“You have the **** nerve to say, didn't I replace six mortars for you? Stop talking nonsense, I will send you to the position you want, are you sure?”

"Yes, there is." Seeing that Wang Chengzhu was worried, Li Yunlong said to him: "Why are you talking to your mother-in-law? Why do you write ink when you have something to say?"

“Commander, we only have two shells left!”

Actually, Wang Chengzhu is not to blame for this.

Whether it is attacking or defending, his task is always the heaviest.

Not only do you have to keep an eye on the enemy's light and heavy machine gun fire points, but you also have to deal with the enemy's grenade mortars. When you are free, you also have to help the infantry share the pressure.

Every time I have to carry the mortar and move it just after firing, I often hear Li Yunlong's shout before I stop for a few seconds.

Zhuzhu, you **** take out this heavy machine gun. Zhuzhu, you are blind and blow up that grenade for me.

Wang Chengzhu dared to say with conscience that not a single shell was wasted, and all his shells were timely rain for the troops.

Li Yunlong was furious when he saw Wang Chengzhu being cautious and hunching his neck in preparation for being scolded.

He understands everything, but he still has to scold.

"What are you talking about? Mother, you wasteful son, why don't you save some money? Do you think my family runs a military factory?"

After training Wang Chengzhu, Li Yunlong fully understood the principle of using both soft and hard sticks and sweet dates, and he should not let him be too nervous before the war.

"Hey, when the battle is over, I will reward you with half a catty of sweet potatoes for burning. And when the time comes, I will personally take you to the Logistics Department to ask Director Huang for a thick cannon that can shoot farther."

“But you have to think carefully about how to destroy the enemy's headquarters with two artillery shells!”

“I'm going to miss you if I say something ugly, let alone the sweet potatoes burning, we will all die here, do you understand?”

“Yes, I promise to complete the task!”

Wang Chengzhu saluted straightly and then returned to the rear of the position.

Li Yunlong returned to the command room and prepared to hold a pre-war combat meeting.

He needs to decide with the three battalion commanders the specific attack route, fire preparations, candidates for the first wave of attack teams, and arrange security on both wings.

Although the battalion commanders of the new regiment have not studied systematically, the regiment commander himself is also a rough guy.

But they have very rich actual combat experience, plus they were cadres of other units before they were formed into a regiment.

In this era of front-line troops, the cadres of the Eighth Route Army have never had a job, and they are all good players.

They can often become familiar with the environment quickly, have a strong sense of battlefield, and can seize ever-changing fighter opportunities.

Only in this way can we survive in the cracks in enemy-occupied areas, sometimes defeating the few with more. For them, a pre-war meeting can only be completed in a few minutes at most.

After the meeting, the battalion commanders conveyed the specific combat arrangements, including preparations for unexpected backup.

Li Yunlong went to Zhang Dabiao to ask about the commando team.

“Zhang Dabiao, how are the preparations of the commando team?”

No matter which country's armed forces it is, commandos often suffer the most casualties.

They are the sharp knives used by troops to tear open the enemy's body, the scouts who detect the distribution of enemy personnel, and the shields that protect their comrades.

　　Not all soldiers are qualified to rush out of trench bunkers as sharp swordsmen to fight with the enemy.

This kind of assault mission is to select the person with the best physical fitness and the highest fighting will among the company and platoon.

A warrior who can defeat a force several times his own with a small force and clear obstacles for the main force to complete its mission.

"Commander, please be optimistic. We are not as good as the little devils when it comes to firearms. But when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, we Chinese are his ancestors! Today we are going to teach the little devils how to behave and how to respect their grandfathers."

“Haha, you have to show off the momentum of the Blade Team back then and chop off a few more Japs' heads to make me look good.”

“Five hundred meters ahead, the troops attack five hundred meters forward. Hold there and buy time for the artillery!”

(End of this chapter)

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