Rise from the sword

Chapter 290 Actual combat training (the water content in this chapter is too high, please subscribe carefully)
"Contacted with the guerrillas here..."

"They are currently in a place called Xiaotuo Village."

At dawn, Zhang Dabiao received good news.

"it is good!"

The overjoyed Zhang Dabiao immediately ordered:
"Distribute all the weapons and equipment we seized last night to the guerrillas here. In addition, distribute some food to them. After being suppressed and beaten by the little devils for so long, they must be in short supply."

At this time, the situation of the guerrillas around the Huting stronghold was similar to the early days of the Xinyi Regiment. They were chased away by the little devils, and there was not even a long-term resident.

At that time, every day when I opened my eyes, I was on the way to transfer.

"Yes."

The leader of the reconnaissance platoon nodded, ordered more than a dozen people, took the weapons seized yesterday, and then used the ordinary mules accompanying the army to transport a batch of food supplies, preparing to follow the local guerrilla member to Xiaotuo Village.

Before leaving, the deputy platoon leader of the reconnaissance platoon asked Zhang Dabiao:

"Should we tell them our battle plan? Or..."

Telling the battle plan can boost the morale of the guerrillas here, but it may also let the devils know.

Zhang Dabiao narrowed his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"You just say that we only sent one company to support this time, and there are not many troops. By the way, let them not reveal the identity of our independent regiment and report the name of the 772 regiment."

The devils are very wary of the name of the Independence Regiment. If they know that they are here, they may make a lot of moves. In order to train the recruits in actual combat, Zhang Dabiao decided to hide his number.

After the deputy platoon leader of the reconnaissance platoon left, Zhang Dabiao gathered all the soldiers of the company and held a temporary pre-war meeting:
"In yesterday's battle, everyone performed very well and did not make serious mistakes, which is very good..."

The praise from the battalion commander made all the recruits overjoyed and their chests puffed up involuntarily.

After enlisting in the army, during the first month of training, the regimental commander rarely praised others, and according to the veterans, it was not easy to get compliments from the battalion commander.

Zhang Dabiao paused and raised his tone:

"but···"

"There is one problem that needs to be paid attention to. Although we have enough bullets now, we can't waste them casually. Not to mention that we need one bullet to destroy an enemy, but we can't have seven or eight soldiers in a squad shoot at the same enemy. We must pay attention to the division of labor. cooperation."

"On this point, the squad leaders must organize themselves well."

Zhang Dabiao keenly discovered the biggest problem that existed yesterday. He acted in units of squads. When an enemy was discovered, the recruits often shot at the enemy in a swarm, which was a waste of bullets.

The truth of this question caught Zhang Dabiao a little off guard. He really didn't expect to come here. In the past, the recruits would have no chance to shoot. At that time, they followed the battlefield with a red tasseled gun on their shoulders.

"Yes."

All the squad leaders responded one after another.

The recruits also began to bow their heads and reflect.

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"idiot···"

"Who? Who did it?"

In the Japanese stronghold that was attacked last night, a devil squadron leader from the Huting stronghold was waving a samurai sword in his hand and howling madly at the puppet soldiers.

In front of the shattered door of the stronghold that was bombed by grenades, there was a neat row of corpses. There were six of them. In this war-torn era where human lives are like nothing, it is naturally impossible for the corpses of the puppet soldiers to be treated like this by the ghost soldiers. .

In the hysterical howl of madness, the squadron leader continued to wave the katana with one hand, and with the other hand grabbed the neck of a second devil with a split head, and sprayed the second devil's face with ferocious saliva:
"Didn't you say that the guerrillas only have more than 50 people?"

"Where did the people who attacked the base yesterday come from?"

Through the surviving devils and puppet troops, as well as on-site investigations, the squadron leader easily estimated that there were about 100 people from the Eighth Route Army who attacked here, and they had sufficient weapons and equipment, including a large number of machine guns.

"Taijun."

"Taijun."

Hearing the translation from the translator on the side, Er Guizi panicked:
"This can't be the group of guerrillas hiding in the mountains. They can't have such equipment. They should be the regular army of the Eighth Route. Yes, this must be the regular army of the Eighth Route."

"The guerrillas have called for reinforcements."

"The only one in contact with the regular army is the captain of the guerrilla team. He is very defensive. I really can't find out about this."

"The Eighth Route Regular Army."

Repeating the sentence, the anger on the face of the leader of the ghost squadron disappeared instantly. He put away his samurai sword, put down the neck of the puppet army, and even smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Yoxi, yoxi, just in time, I am looking for them, no I thought I would come by myself!"

Obviously, the old devil was not sad and angry because of the casualties of six imperial troops. The hysterical howling was just because of his personal personality and preferences.

Suddenly, the captain of the ghost squadron looked at the second devil who was still kneeling on the ground:

"Immediately find out where this group of Eighth Route Regular Army came from! And find out where they are."

According to the direct order from Taiyuan, if Li Yunlong's troops of the independent regiment are found, they need to be reported to Taiyuan immediately.

"Yes, my lord."

The second devil, who was still kneeling on the ground, heaved a sigh of relief.

Patting his white-gloved hands, the leader of the Devil Squadron waved his hand and let his subordinates leave with the six devil corpses. During this period, he didn't have the slightest sad expression on his face, and was even a little happy all the time.

Seeing the devil leave, the second devil, who was kneeling just now, stood up suddenly, his face suddenly became ferocious, and he shouted at the people around him:

"Look at what?"

The crazy tone was carved out of a mold: "Hurry up and fix the house, and find a pit to bury these corpses. Anyone who is lazy today will not be paid at the end of the month."

He pointed to the corpses of the puppet soldiers who had been randomly piled up beside him.

"The stingy one."

"I don't have the ability, but I can imitate the temper of the Taijun."

The helpless Erguizi soldiers began to work cursing.

During their busy schedule, the group of two devils gradually changed from cursing and unwillingness to panic and fear.

"Hiss, did Eighth Route really do this? That regular army is so ruthless? They've all been beaten into a sieve."

A second ghost turned over the corpse on the ground, feeling his tongue trembling.

After fighting the guerrillas for so long, this is the first time they have seen such a way of death.Almost every second devil who died had at least three to five bullet holes. Mauser pointed bullets were so powerful that a hit was a complete penetrating wound.

"The food of this little devil is not so delicious."

Thinking that he might have to face such dense bullets in the future, the tongue of the other second devil also trembled.

Suddenly, bang bang bang... There was another explosion in the distance.

The ghosts who hadn't gone far, and the puppet soldiers who were already busy heard the sound, and all looked in the direction of the explosion...
"This seems to be the village where Huang Laizi and the others are stationed."

A puppet soldier muttered to himself.

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Day two.

Huting stronghold.

The previous arrogant devil squadron leader was lowering his head at this time, honestly reporting to his own team leader:

"Yesterday, the garrisons of the Imperial Association Army in two villages were attacked. The attacking force was about two squads. The opponent was equipped with a large number of machine guns and had sufficient ammunition. They were regular troops of the Eighth Route Army."

"According to the information lurking inside the guerrillas, the new Eighth Route Army came from a company of the 772nd Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, and their mission was to support the guerrillas."

"There is no artillery in the opponent's army."

"772 regiments."

"One company."

"No artillery equipped."

Hearing these pieces of information, the captain also breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that it is not Li Yunlong.

That's right, with such a long distance and all mountain roads, even if Li Yunlong wanted to send troops to support this side, he would not be able to get supplies. Besides, after defeating Oshima Suga's brigade, he himself might have suffered heavy losses.

Arrogance is arrogance, but the devil's captain is also very self-aware. If it is the reinforcements sent by the independent regiment more than 70 kilometers away, he will report it immediately and shrink his troops.

The opponent was a ruthless man who disabled a full-stacked brigade of a Type-A division, the strongest regiment in the Eighth Route Army, even if it suffered heavy losses, it would be very difficult for a second-tier division's defensive brigade to deal with it.

At this moment, a staff officer ran in from outside the door:
"Report, the Hosomura stronghold has been attacked, with about a company of troops..."

"idiot!"

Hearing this news, the captain of the ghost team slapped the table with a murderous tone: "A mere company dares to be so arrogant, and it doesn't take our imperial army seriously."

No wonder he was angry.

According to the organization, the strength of a company is roughly equivalent to two squads, which is a maximum of 120 people, and this strength dared to repeatedly attack his territory. This really made the captain feel that he was being contemptuous.

I have a brigade of more than 600 imperial troops here, and your eighth route army with a company dares to launch attacks everywhere, isn't it too courageous?
Do you really think that guerrilla warfare is invincible?Think the imperial army can't catch up with you?

"Order."

He immediately issued an order: "First, gather the second squadron and cavalry squad."

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Day [-].

"what happened?"

Looking at Shen Quan, who came back an hour later than the scheduled time, with blood on his face, and the troops behind him who obviously suffered heavy casualties, Sun Desheng, who was thinking about picking up the little devil's motorcycle, was a little puzzled.

"Did a fight with the little devil's team."

Shen Quan snorted, cursing: "The little devils dispersed the troops and divided them into small teams to act. After I attacked a puppet army garrison, I encountered a small devil's team ambushing me on the way."

"How about the casualties?"

Sun Desheng was not too surprised.

This matter was expected, and the little devil is not a fool, so he will definitely divide his troops to intercept it.

"Damn it."

"The little devil put up a stronghold and didn't support it, so he actually launched an ambush outside."

"It's a big loss."

Shen Quan continued to swear, with a gloomy expression:
"The first time I encountered a devil's ambush, the recruits moved a little slower and were too concentrated, and were bombarded by the little devil's grenade. Labor and management didn't bring mortars, so they were crushed and beaten by the little devil."

"More than 30 soldiers were injured or injured this time, and [-] soldiers died alone."

"Seventy percent of the recruits is a bit too much, and the combat effectiveness of the troops is relatively affected. The best situation should be that veterans and recruits account for half."

Having said this, Shen Quan's face was almost gloomy.

This mistake should not have been true, but the scene was chaotic at that time, and he was unable to quickly control the situation.

"More than 30 casualties."

Sun Desheng sighed a little, this is indeed a bit much.

Now the new companies of each battalion are organized by Dalian. A company has a full 150 people, but there are more than 30 people. This is also a fifth of the casualties, and more than one-tenth of the casualties.

However, in the case of an ambush by devils, only more than 30 casualties and only [-] soldiers were sacrificed, which is already very good.

and.

There were more than 30 casualties on Shen Quan's side, and the little devil's side must also feel bad. Who wouldn't fight back after being beaten?The Independent Regiment, even the recruits, are all screaming recruits.

Then he looked at the troops behind Shen Quan.

At this time, on the faces of all the new soldiers of this company, under the deep fatigue, their eyes were full of determination.

Obviously, after being ambushed just now and counterattacking before the battle, these soldiers have undergone a rebirth.

at the same time.

Inside the Tiger Pavilion stronghold.

The captain also looked at the report in his hand with a gloomy expression, his chest heaving violently.

"idiot···"

After being silent for a while, he slammed the report in his hand on the ground, howling angrily: "Trash, all of them are trash, a small team of Tangtang Empire ambushed a company of the Eighth Route Army, and 37 people were smashed."

"If it wasn't for the arrival of reinforcements later, I'm afraid they would have been wiped out by the enemy."

"Who is that captain?"

"let him···"

Originally, he wanted to say that he didn’t have to come back, he would kill himself by harakiri, but as a small captain, he still couldn’t bear it. He was a second-line division garrison brigade, and there was a shortage of qualified officers.Supplementation is also extremely difficult.

"Captain Ikeda is already broken..."

The staff officer who reported it replied weakly.

The devil's captain froze at the scene.

"Captain."

A squadron leader on the side quickly interjected:

"According to what the soldiers who escaped said, the Eighth Route Army we faced this time was very unusual. Not only was the firepower strong, the machine guns were almost universal to the squad, and there were enough bullets. Those Eighth Route Army soldiers were also elite veterans, quick to respond, and sharp in action. , shoot accurately, respond immediately when attacked, and dare to charge in combat."

"This company should come from its so-called main force."

"And the number is beyond our expectations, about 150 people. It is more than twice the strength of a small team. Facing the Eighth Route Army of this size, it is indeed a bit weak."

"This failure is largely due to mistakes in the application form."

"I suggest that we should operate as two small teams."

"Secondly, you don't need to be too angry. Although our imperial army suffered huge losses this time, the Eighth Route Army's losses are probably not much more."

Hearing these words, the devil's captain obviously looked a lot better.

"Just do as you say."

The devil captain nodded.

　Shit, I thought it was Sunday Mad, half an hour late for work...
　　This chapter is 4K, I will write a shorter chapter...o(╥﹏╥)o
　　
　
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