Rise from the sword

Chapter 536 Where Are Your Soldiers?

early june.

There is a village called Lijia Village near Song County.

"Platoon leader, Lijia Village ahead..."

In the narrow carriageway, a platoon of independent regiments was marching.

After reorganization, the platoon of the independent regiment had returned to its normal size at this time, with a total of 70 people in the entire platoon, divided into five squads.

Three infantry squads, two firepower squads.

Equipped with two 60mm mortars, two recoilless guns, two large-caliber heavy machine guns, three general-purpose machine guns, ten submachine guns, and fifty new semi-automatic rifles.There were also ten large mules carrying equipment and supplies.

Of course, this is a standard preparation, and there will be different configurations depending on the task.

At this time, this platoon was responsible for recruiting migrant workers along with grassroots cadres.

Since it is recruiting, it is natural to show strength and financial resources. In this era of war and hunger, with guns and cannons in your hands, you can feed people well, and you are a conscientious employer.

So each platoon was equipped with full firepower, and they also brought three more big mules, carrying cooking utensils such as canned grain and meat, and temporarily formed a cooking squad.

But as soon as this platoon reached its destination, it discovered a problem.

"Guo Kui's troops have taken control of Li Family Village?"

Hearing the scouting fighter's report, the platoon leader was a little surprised.

Of course, it was just a little surprise.

When the troops develop their bases here, they will definitely encounter obstacles from the local forces. They were mentally prepared at the beginning, but what he didn't expect was that this group of people actually sent troops to various villages and towns to control the people.

Who came up with the idea?

Thank you so much.

They are worried that they will not have the opportunity to contact the soldiers of those divisions!
"Notice to go on."

The platoon leader waved his hand:
"Beside the village, find an open space to camp. Let's bury the pot and cook."

"Yes."

The 70-man platoon sprang into action.

Trotted in line to the side of the village and town, found an open space, first built a simple position, set up mortars, heavy machine guns, and placed a defensive posture.

Then build a stove and set up five large pots. At this time, the pots carried by each row are special large iron pots, produced by Pingan County Iron and Steel Factory, with large capacity and high quality.

After a while, the aroma of rice, corn, and canned pork diffused.

The fragrance moves with the wind and floats over the entire Lijia Village.

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"Listen to me."

In Li's Village, a group leader with a greasy face waved the shell gun in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice:
"No one is allowed to work anywhere on the Eighth Road, but I will stay in the village honestly. Anyone who dares to go is collaborating with the enemy."

"Immediately found and shot, relatives and family members will also be implicated."

Accompanied by the commander's words, a group of soldiers around him raised their guns with bayonets in their hands.

In front of the head of the regiment, the faces of the gathered villagers of Lijia Village, who were gathered together, suddenly changed their expressions.

It is the beginning of June, which is the busy season of farming. A large part of the annual harvest depends on this period. If we don’t let the village out now, it will kill people, but the guns in the hands of this group of soldiers and the sentence of collaborating The common people dare not speak too much.

This group of people really dare to kill people.

They could only think about it, planning to sneak out to work in the fields at night.

In order to match the atmosphere, the security chief next to the battalion commander also repeated hoarsely:
"Listen clearly, you are not allowed to leave the village during this time, and you are not allowed to participate in the recruitment of those eight-way workers, just stay at home."

"otherwise···"

As he said that, Bao Zhang raised the pipe in his hand, was stunned for a moment, and finally failed to speak harshly.

After all, it is not a gun and has no deterrent effect.

Looking at the howling head of his family, and looking at the ordinary people who bowed their heads and dared not speak, a group of ordinary soldiers with the same yellow and emaciated faces behind were a little dissatisfied and muttered:

"Now it's Xia Zhong, and we don't want people to go out. How can we live?"

"Yeah, we won't have anything to eat by then."

Their division is stationed here, and the military and political department allocates logistics supplies in name, but in fact, the little French currency they get can't buy anything at all, let alone most of them are embezzled by the division commander and battalion commander.

So what they eat and use depends on local collection.

These ordinary people are their parents. Although they usually don't have enough to eat and their teeth are smashed when they eat, these years, the war is raging, and it is good to have a bite of food.

Doing it like this now won't cut off their livelihood.

But the one who spoke was the head of the regiment, who was valued by the division commander and was his confidant. They dared not say anything, so they could only lower their heads and mutter silently.

At this moment, a communications soldier ran over and reported to the battalion commander:

"Regimental Commander, the Eighth Route Army was found 700 meters to the left of the village."

"what?"

The head of the group who was still arrogant suddenly changed his face.

He didn't expect that Tubalu would actually send troops to the village.

As a confidant of the division commander, he was highly valued. He knew very well that the group of Eighth Route Army who came this time had advanced weapons and equipment, all kinds of cannons and machine guns, and were extremely powerful. They would definitely not be opponents in a fight.

"how many people?"

The head of the group asked quickly.

700 meters, it is too late to retreat, and Lijia Village is a large village with a large population. Once he retreats and hands it over to Tuba Road, the commander may kill him.

"About 70 people."

The soldier replied.

Hearing that there were only 70 people, the head of the group did not relax even a little bit.

There are only more than 3000 people in the whole division. How many people can he have in a regiment?
Just over 700.

And the equipment is very poor. The machine guns are all retired old goods, and the rifling is good. Some of them can't be used at all.

As for the cannon?
Is this something that his group can have?

Now he has brought a battalion, just 200 people, and in a fight, he is definitely not the opponent of this gang.

Even if the opponent has only 70 people, but the opponent has artillery and heavy machine guns, the difference in firepower between the two sides is at least ten times.He was sure that as long as the other party charged, he would be gone.

"Establish a blocking position immediately."

The leader's tone was flustered, and he even stuttered:
"Put the gun up for me... No, put the gun away, no one is allowed to take the gun."

Originally, he wanted to use a gun to intimidate the group of eight people who came over, but after thinking about it carefully, no matter what, he couldn't beat them, even if they sneaked in and ambushed, they couldn't beat them. The gap between the two sides was too big.

This deterrence is meaningless.

Even if he was on full alert, the other party would not hesitate if he wanted to do something.

If he didn't want to do anything at first, but his gun went off and the other party hit him, it would be a big injustice, so he quickly asked his subordinates to put away their guns to avoid accidents.

After making preparations and preparing to retreat at any time, the head of the regiment hid in the village, holding up his binoculars and watching the Tuba Road approaching in the distance.

"What are they doing?"

After waiting for a while, looking at the group of Tubalu who had established a position outside the village, the head of the regiment was puzzled.

Say they plan to surround him.

This group of eight roads only occupied the east of the village, more than 300 meters away from Lijia Village, and there was only one position, and the deployment of troops was very concentrated. It was very easy for him to retreat.

This also made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Tubalu didn't seem to have any intention of forcibly approaching the village. As the teacher said, this group of people would not take the initiative to initiate conflicts.

Seeing that it seemed to be safe, the regiment leader boldly observed this group of 'enemies'.

"Is this preventing us from attacking?"

Looking at the simple circular defensive position, the regiment leader thought in his heart.

After all, he is a regiment leader. Although he is a free-paying guy, he still has basic eyesight. He can see at a glance that the eight-way position in front of him is just a temporary defensive position.

It made him feel more at ease.

Of course, more jealous.

Because he saw two mortars, two heavy machine guns, and three light machine guns.There are a lot of tricks, and boxes of bullets and shells.This firepower is comparable to his entire regiment.

He continued to look at the Eighth Route Army in the distance.

Half an hour later, when they saw the group of eight roads digging holes and burying stoves next to their positions, and setting up five cauldrons, their eyes widened, and they didn't know what expression to show for a while.

What are these guys planning to do?

Are you here for a picnic?

Moreover, the weight of these five cauldrons obviously exceeded the level of 70 people, and even adding him to a battalion was more than enough.

Amid the doubts of the regiment leader, all kinds of aromas spread over the surface. The fragrance of rice and cornmeal, as well as the mellow aroma of meat, immediately made the preserved fruit soldiers hiding in the village swallow their saliva again and again.

"Rice, cornmeal, and meat..."

A group of sallow-faced and emaciated soldiers had already smelled the smell from their noses, and they were all drooling, their eyes were all staring at the Eighth Route position in the distance, and they didn't notice that the guns in their hands dropped.

Of course, the people in Lijia Village are also drooling.

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the other side.

On the position of the independent regiment.

After more than half an hour of busy work, most of the food in the five big pots has been cooked. At this time, a group of soldiers are spreading cakes. The classic meal of the independent regiment, corn white flour cakes, are stuffed with canned pork.

Looking at the Guoguo soldiers leaning out from the position in the distance, the platoon leader smiled slightly, and said to a soldier beside him:
"Go and deliver a message."

"Just to say, we are all friendly troops, and we all want to fight the devils and drive the little devils out of China, so we invite the soldiers on the opposite side to have a meal together."

"Yes."

The warrior nodded.

Just when he was about to set off, the platoon leader stopped the soldier and said:
"Take all these tinned meat pies."

"Remember to have a tough tone, the tougher the better, preferably like the tone of the leader giving orders."

These meat pies were originally prepared for the preserved fruit soldiers and the people of Lijia Village.

As the first meal in the regiment, canned pork pancakes are liked by almost every soldier, and it is easy to eat fifteen a day.

But those who came to Song County were all fighters who had been at least half a year old.

That is to say, fighters who have eaten independent gang food for more than half a year.

It is really hard to say that I will continue to like any kind of food after eating it for half a year, every day, even when I am full.

What's more, the regiment now has more food. With the expansion of the farm, there are fresh chickens, ducks and fishes raised in the base area. Coupled with the priority supply to the troops, the soldiers are not only in good health, but also start to be picky.

Canned food is always canned food, even the canned food produced by the system cannot compare with the taste of fresh meat.

Of course, you can't say you can't eat canned pork pie, you can only say that you can't like it.In the case of choice, soldiers will definitely eat rice and vegetables instead of canned meat pancakes with corn flour.

Putting down his weapon and holding a pile of freshly baked canned meatloaf, the soldier walked to the distant fruit position.

During the period, the platoon leader ordered the troops to turn the mortar muzzles and heavy machine guns slightly. Although they still did not aim at the preserved fruit troops in Lijia Village, the difference was not too big.

Information transfer was smooth.

Seeing the soldiers of the Independent Regiment approaching, especially the bosom full of cornmeal and dried fruit, there was a commotion at first, and everyone could think of what they were doing here. In addition, the other party did not carry a weapon, a group of people are watching you I and I see that in your situation, let the other party walk into the position.

The soldiers of the independent regiment first distributed the meatloaf to the position, and then passed the news to the regiment leader smoothly.

At first, the group leader wanted to refuse.

I'm afraid the meal will not be good.

But facing the turned mortars and heavy machine guns, and the tone of the other party's ordering abruptly, he hesitated for a moment, but he was timid and agreed.

If you don't agree, what can you do if the other party fires.

The high-level officials of both sides agreed, and soon, the outside became lively.

More than 100 miscellaneous division soldiers, who were already hungry, rushed over with bowls on their shoulders. Under the command of a squad leader of the independent regiment, they received meat pies, white flour rice, and canned meat fried bacon.

"Eat whatever you want, it's enough."

"Call after eating."

"The same goes for meat, eat whatever you want, as long as you have enough."

Amidst the shouts of the deputy platoon leader, a group of miscellaneous fighters descended like hungry dogs, their faces buried in the bowl, and they crazily planed food into the bowl. After licking the rice bowl clean, they began to eat meatloaf.

A bowl of plain rice with canned meat, plus a piece of meat pie, the soldiers of the miscellaneous division also had a half-full meal. While queuing up for the second meal, the two sides also became active.

"Do you eat this every day?"

A miscellaneous division soldier wiped the corner of his mouth and asked enviously.

The surrounding miscellaneous division soldiers also looked over.

They all want to ask this question, and they really want to know the answer. If they can eat meat and white rice every day, and they can be full every meal, and there is as much meat as white rice, then they are too happy.

Even death is worth it.

"Eat this every day?"

He glanced at the canned meat cooking in the cauldron with some distaste, and the deputy platoon leader who was questioned spoke with distaste.

At this time, what they brought was ordinary canned braised pork.

It is mainly composed of thigh meat with skin, the meat inside is fatty and oily, and it is full of oil after a bite, and the soup is also oily. It is recognized by the group as the most unpalatable canned food.

Because this thing is too greasy,

And he's a veteran.

I have been in the army for nearly a year, three months as a recruit, plus eight months of actual combat career.In other words, I ate independent gang food for more than eleven months.

Unless he is very hungry, he really doesn't want to eat this stuff.

This canned pork, not to mention the army and the construction brigade, even the common people in the base areas are not very popular, and they don't like it, but there are so many of it.

But these words immediately let the soldiers of the Miscellaneous Division around him breathe a sigh of relief.

The disgusted tone made them think that the deputy platoon leader denied it.

"This can is full of oil, and there is too little lean meat. Can you not get tired of eating this every day?"

The deputy platoon leader continued, as if recalling:
"Canned beef is delicious. It tastes good and has a chewy texture. Canned fish is also good, but fresh meat is still delicious. Pork, chicken, beef, fresh meat is much better than canned meat, and eggs, duck eggs... ···”

"It's a pity, the conditions outside are poor, so we can only eat as we please, unlike the camp where we can eat whatever we want."

Gulu... Hearing the deputy platoon leader's words, the soldiers of the Miscellaneous Division swallowed their throats in unison.

Hearing this tone, it seems that the eight-way team not only has all kinds of canned meat, but also fresh chicken, duck and fish to eat casually.

This is too happy.

They looked at the soldiers of the independent regiment who were eating leisurely, and they were more than half convinced in their hearts.

The relationship between the two parties gradually warmed up in such a friendly atmosphere, and finally all the miscellaneous card masters came over for dinner, including the team leader, who came over reluctantly.

After the meal was full, the soldiers of the Independence Regiment continued to prepare meals for the people of Lijia Village.

The rest, under the leadership of the platoon leader, almost forced the motley crew to organize a 'good' exercise.

During the period, the independent map showed semi-automatic rifles, submachine guns, general-purpose machine guns, large-caliber heavy machine guns, and mortars. The firepower was several times more terrifying than expected, and the regiment leader felt grateful.

Thanks to the lack of toughness at the time, otherwise...
During the communication, the understanding between the two sides has been further improved.

"Gua Wazi, is this your one-month military salary?"

During the exchange, the two villagers met. As the saying goes, when a fellow meets a fellow, both of them have tears in their eyes. During the chat between the two, the fighter of the miscellaneous division knew the rank of the soldier of the independent regiment.

Food stamps are issued on a regular basis every month, and they are never deducted.

Immediately, his eyes turned red with envy.

Then this news was quickly passed to the ears of every miscellaneous division fighter.

Taking advantage of the trend, the fellows of the independent regiment invited the fellows of the miscellaneous divisions to join the independent regiment.

"Is this okay?"

"Why not? We are all in the Republic of China team. I am a unit of the No.18 Army. What's wrong?"

At this moment, the head of the miscellaneous division already felt that something was wrong. Tubalu seemed to be digging his corner, and he didn't even need the other party to dig it. The corner had already started to collapse by itself.

All of them voluntarily joined the Eighth Route Army.

"Questions?"

Looking at the smiling Tubalu platoon leader, and the looming heavy machine guns and mortars facing his guards, the platoon leader swallowed his saliva and said in a difficult tone:
"No problem, no problem, we are all one family, so what's the problem?"

That afternoon, the head of the regiment left Lijiazhuang with his five confidant soldiers in mourning, while the platoon leader of the independent regiment returned to Song County with a platoon of 70 people, 190 five recruits, and more than 300 ordinary people. base.

at night.

Miscellaneous division resident.

The division commander looked at his confidant, the head of the third regiment, and the dozen or so soldiers behind him, his eyes widened:
"Where are your soldiers?"

More than 700 people from the third regiment were dispatched today. According to the plan, half of them were stationed in various villages to prevent people from the Tuba Road from recruiting laborers, and the rest formed patrol teams to patrol the division headquarters and various villages.

Why did so few people come back?
"Master, this is the entire strength of our regiment."

The head of the third regiment cried out directly, and that tone could be said to make the listener cry.

at the same time.

Song County.

Kong Jie is listening to the report:
"Today, we recruited [-] ordinary people to join the construction team, and [-] people asked to join our army's preserved fruit troops."

"Hey hey, not bad."

Director Kong Da is very satisfied with this data:
"Continue tomorrow."

"Continue tomorrow!"

"Better step up."

　Don't talk about water... this is a side story, just write it casually.

　　Of course, I admit that this chapter is watery.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)