Rise from the sword

Chapter 7 The Happy Days of Gunner Wang Chengzhu
"Haha, God help, Sakata, the old devil's headquarters, is placed under the eyes of labor and management, without even covering it."

In the front line, at a deep earth and wood surrounding the fort, Li Yunlong, who was planning how to make Bantian die, raised his binoculars and looked at the Sakata command post that had been built in the distance. He was so happy that he almost jumped out of the bunker.

He really didn't expect that Bantian would erect the command post under a dirt slope and face his position head-on.

Sakata, next year labor and management promise to burn incense for you.

"Huzi, go and call Wang Chengzhu over," he ordered to the guard behind him.

When the guards walked away, Li Da Li put down the telescope and looked at the ring castle behind him.

The ring fort is built very deep. There are several layers of civil roofs on the top floor and wooden beams around the perimeter. It is a standard semi-buried civil fort. Even if the Guizi 105 heavy artillery hits directly, the internal safety can be guaranteed, so it is also stacked in the regiment. A place for ammunition reserves.

In the corner near the entrance, there is a place specially dug out for placing ammunition. Where are dozens of boxes of wooden ammunition boxes that are stained with soil and have obvious signs of long-term use. Different from the devil's ammo box, the wooden box is It is fixed with wooden wedges and has hemp ropes on both sides for easy handling.

At this moment, Li Yunlong actually felt a little lonely.

The Xinyi Regiment, a combat force of more than 400 people, plus auxiliary personnel, has a total of 600 people. An absolute main force of the Eighth Route Army, there are less than [-] boxes of spare ammunition left.

However, when looking at the two sides of the ring castle, he suddenly grinned, revealing two rows of happy white teeth.

On the left wall of the ring castle are forty boxes of Czech-style ammunition, neatly stacked on the edge of the wall, and on the right wall are forty boxes of Czech-style ammunition totaling [-] rounds.

Different from the pure wooden ammunition box made by the Eighth Route Army Arsenal, and different from Guizi's ammunition box fixed with iron nails, the weapon wooden box provided by Chen Fan looks very impressive.

High-quality walnut wooden box, the surface has been frosted, and has been soaked in grease for waterproofing. The outer layer is also coated with oil and waterproof paint, which is very comfortable to touch. The interior of the wooden box has a moisture-proof partition.Give full protection to ammunition.

The bag containing 60 German-made large tumor grenades was at Li Yunlong's feet. As for the two [-] mortars and [-] shells, they were piled on the earth platform in the center of the bunker, and the original map was also put away.

"Protect this mule well. Don't let the devil get hurt when we break out of the siege. This is a good animal, and Jin Gui is yours."

Satisfied glanced at the inside of the cover, Li Yunlong looked outside again, and instructed the soldiers of the transport platoon.

For the Eighth Route Army, which often needs to be transferred and marched, it is extremely important to transport animals well. The Eighth Route Army needs to change the station frequently, especially when the devils are encircling and suppressing, they are often either on the way to transfer or preparing to transfer.

A camel can transport tons of supplies anytime, anywhere, and the mules that are transferred between the mountains and forests are very important and can reduce the burden on the soldiers.

"Okay, head, you can rest assured. These twenty mules are my father from now on."

The platoon leader of the transportation platoon is called Lao Zhaotou. He is a veteran who has gone through the Long March. Because he was injured in previous battles, his body could not bear the high intensity of frontal combat, so he turned to the transportation platoon to use his rich combat experience. The distinguishing feature is that when he grinned, he could see a pair of white teeth missing a front tooth, revealing the wind when he spoke.

At this moment, he was gently combing the temple hair on the head of the mule he just got in his hands, and his eyes were full of love.

Zhao Tou, who is responsible for feeding the horses and mules in the regiment all the year round and transporting livestock, can see the difference of this batch of mules.

Where is this mule?This is clearly a well-trained fighter.

"Report, the gunner Wang Chengzhu is here to report." Before the old Zhao head led the mule to go far, the honest-looking Wang Chengzhu walked into the bunker.

"Come here." Li Yunlong didn't talk nonsense, he directly gave Wang Chengzhu the captured devil's telescope in his hand, then pointed to the command post of the Bantian Regiment in the distance, and said, "Look, that tent, your guns can reach it. Is it?"

"It's too far, it's beyond the range." After looking at the telescope, Wang Chengzhu shook his head after holding his thumb to measure the distance. The distance was more than two kilometers, and the 60 mortars in the regiment could not reach this distance.

"The tent is the devil's headquarters, this little devil deliberately, is there any way to kill him?" Li Yunlong tempted.

"500 meters, advance 500 meters, let's go." Wang Chengzhu squinted his eyes and looked at the tent in the distance.

"Okay, I'll send you to the position of 500 meters, are you sure?" Li Yunlong looked at Wang Chengzhu and said.

"Yes, but..." The first word, Wang Chengzhu, an old gunner who has been playing for nearly five years, said with a firm tone, and then his tone suddenly changed, becoming weak and cautious: "We only have two shells."

After speaking, Wang Chengzhu shrank his neck, lowered his head, and looked at the ground, ready to endure the maddening scolding of the regiment commander.

After working in the artillery of the new regiment for more than a year, Wang Chengzhu knew too well the temper of his regiment commander.

There are only two shells left, and I can't run away as a prodigal, even if each shell is fired after the commander's personal order, the machine gun is killed, and the grenade is shot. , not a single shell is wasted, if there is, it is wasted by the regiment commander, he is just a ruthless gunner.

It's a pity that the headmaster doesn't make sense.

However, he didn't dare to scold the head of the regiment. Although he scolded the regiment leader, he would not be recorded as a small shoe. Moreover, if he won the scolding, he would still have sweet potatoes burned, but the chance of winning was too small.As for the defense, it's useless, it can only make himself scolded even more ruthlessly.

After the head of the regiment scolded a few words, he explained after the anger subsided. I don't know if it would help. This gunner is really hard to do... Wang Chengzhu muttered in his heart.

"Haha, why are you shrinking your head, boy? I will scold you! Am I so unreasonable? In the previous attack of the devils, you eliminated at least five firepower points of the devils, and there are still two shells left. Very good"

Seeing Wang Chengzhu shivering and ready to be scolded, Li Yunlong smiled, showing two rows of big white teeth.

"Captain, are you alright?"

The head of his own group didn't scold anyone, and Wang Chengzhu suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

This is definitely not our leader...

"Are you fucking itchy..."

Li Yunlong's eyes jumped, ignoring Wang Chengzhu, but went straight to the earth platform in the middle of the fort, lifted the canvas covering it, and revealed the shells and mortars inside.

"Two new cannons, a hundred rounds of shells, you give me a good ponder, how will you hit the Devil's headquarters as soon as possible, the faster you move, the less casualties of our regiment will be." Finally, Li Yunlong said in a serious tone but with wild.

"This gun..."

Wang Chengzhu was stunned at the first moment when Li Yunlong lifted the canvas, and then rushed to the soil platform, picked up the two mortars, touched here and where, and then said:
"This gun is much better quality than the two 60 guns in our regiment. It is lighter in weight, uses much better steel, and has a longer range."

As a veteran gunner, after playing mortars for a few years, Wang Chengzhu could see at a glance that these mortars were good goods.

"Longer range? How far? Can the advancing distance be reduced, so it's better to hit the Guizi command post before the battle?" Li Yunlong's eyes lit up.

For a frontal attack, every second counts, and wasting more than ten seconds may lead to the failure of the battle. Attack 500 meters, and then build a temporary shelling position. Although the mortar can be loaded and unloaded quickly, it will take at least a few minutes from preparation to the end of the shelling.

"no"

Wang Chengzhu shook his head, looked at the gun in his hand, and said:
"The barrel of this gun is much longer than the old gun. If you shoot at the forefront of the position, the range is estimated to be enough, but this gun is different from the gun I used before, so it is not easy to use. It is two kilometers apart, I'm afraid it will take a few minutes. It takes ten shells to hit, and the enemy will have retreated long ago. In a short period of time, I can’t use this cannon proficiently, and it will take at least a few days.”

"Then use the old artillery, I will send you to the reserved location, you prepare, there are a hundred shells here, let your artillery squad bring all the shells, after the Devils headquarters are settled, the later Devils machine gun positions still need What about your gun?"

Li Yunlong's tone was a bit regretful: "This time, you can open up and fight"

"Yes." Wang Chengzhu's army was straight and respectful.

A hundred rounds of artillery shells, he has never fought such a rich battle. In the past, artillery guns were all buckled and roped. After a battle, at most a dozen shells were fired.After all, it is really difficult to replenish artillery shells. The arsenal in the rear produces more than a hundred shells a month, and after so many regiments are divided, plus the artillery company of the division headquarters, each regiment can be divided into at most a few shells.

Moreover, the quality of his mother is poor!

(End of this chapter)