Liang Jian: I have a canteen

"Li Yunlong's independent group is currently being repaired and is currently at this location." The boss pointed on the map as he spoke.

The two commanders hurried over to have a look, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not too far, and the road is easy to walk, and it seems that Li Yunlong's current position seems to be arranged by the boss in advance.

"The range of Type [-] is eight kilometers," Xiang Tianmin said.

"But it's inconvenient to move, and it's a heavy artillery, so it needs to be checked after moving."

"Compared with other heavy artillery, the Nine-Nine Type is much simpler to assemble, and the cavalry company of the Independent Regiment has newly captured a lot of curved hippopotamuses, and some of the original Mongolian horses have been withdrawn to pull this Nine-Nine Type." The boss said.

"The horses that retreated from the cavalry company were also war horses?" Yang Chengwu asked.

"Correct!"

"It's fucking extravagant, if it's me, I can't bear it."

"The cavalry has a long training period and cannot quickly form combat effectiveness. Li Yunlong is right to do so. Moreover, Mongolian horses have good endurance. They are more suitable for fast delivery of supplies than curved hippopotamuses, and are less affected by the terrain." Xiang Tianmin said.

"However, although these eight kilometers seem quite far, compared to the front lines of our two divisions, they are too short, and he only has one." Yang Chengwu muttered softly.

Xiang Tianmin looked at Yang Chengwu's dissatisfied look, and said sarcastically, "Hehe~ I said, Lao Yang, you have been the head of the division for a long time, so you won't have a poor life? If there are fewer guns, you won't fight. ?”

"Where is it? Doesn't the presence of artillery reduce the casualties of the soldiers?" Yang Chengwu explained, "I mean, you know."

As he spoke, he scratched his head, expressing that he was not good at expressing himself.

"Good steel needs to be used sharply. Although there are few guns, as long as they are fired accurately, they can turn the tide of the battle at critical moments. A few days ago, head Zu Lin listened to Li Yunlong's live broadcast here. Although I didn't hear it with my own ears. , but that battle is also very worthy of our study. For example, Li Yunlong's artillery and infantry coordinated very well, the infantry charged, and the artillery accurately hit the firepower point."

"I know this, Ji Ting also told me, and this time I also plan to use this tactic in drilling Jingjing coal mines, but we don't have good scouts in our first division, so I dare not use it rashly, I am really afraid that an accidental error will be reported Now, the shells fell on one's own heads."

Xiang Tianmin patted Yang Chengwu's shoulder, "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of death? We have persisted in the [-]-mile long march, and now we are afraid of this little difficulty? Let's not talk about our small cannons, or say Let’s talk about Li Yunlong’s ninety-nine styles, should you use it first, or should I use it first?”

Yang Chengwu pondered, frowned, and began to deduce the changes in the battle situation. It took about 10 minutes before he said, "I will need heavy artillery to cover the central bunker group around midnight the next day. If there are more than a dozen heavy artillery rounds plus my own mortar Cannons are definitely the fastest way to take down shaft coal mines."

The bosses all sat down at this meeting, drinking tea and listening to the two chatting about some tactical issues.

Listen, listen, when I suddenly heard that Yang Chengwu wanted more than a dozen shells from Li Yunlong, he couldn't help laughing, "Hehe, the dozen or so shells probably killed Li Yunlong! He left behind in the seizure report." Twenty rounds, you knocked out half of his family this time, do you think he can do it?"

"At least five shots! Otherwise, facing the bunker group, we can only take human lives!" Yang Chengwu gritted his teeth, and stared at the boss.

"Hey~" The boss sighed, he knew that Yang Chengwu was absolutely not exaggerating, but the Eighth Route Army was poor and did not have enough guns, not to mention the heavy firepower of heavy artillery, now seeing Yang Chengwu's true feelings revealed, his heart also followed He softened, hesitated for a moment, and said, "How about I just order him to hit you with ten rounds!"

"No need!" Yang Chengwu said stubbornly, "I know that you, boss, left these twenty shells for Li Yunlong, there must be other meanings. We only need five shells for one division, and the rest will be reserved for other brother troops. We One district is the big brother of many districts, since it is a big brother, it must look like a big brother.”

The boss nodded, very satisfied with Yang Chengwu's attitude.

As for saying that he has any deep meaning, that is absolutely nonsense.

The Type 105 and [-]mm shells were left behind by his shameless stalker Li Yunlong.

Xiang Tianmin also fell into hesitation at this moment, because the timing of the artillery fire he needed conflicted with the first division, but as a veteran soldier and commander, he quickly adjusted his tactics.

After sorting out his thoughts, Xiang Tianmin looked at the boss and asked tentatively, "Although there are many bunkers closed by the lady, they are too scattered. It may be a waste to bombard them with heavy artillery. If possible, I would like to use Commissar Zhao to let him Command my battery."

"Are there enough shell tubes?" The boss asked with a smile.

"Eh, it doesn't matter if it's enough! My artillery company has less than fifty shells in total, and some of the shells don't know what guns are used for. Only thirty or so rounds can be used."

"It seems that you all know the news of Zhao Gang's accurate shooting?"

Yang Chengwu and Xiang Tianmin nodded together.

"Okay, this is no problem! Temporary secondment, I will talk to Li Yunlong later."

The cannonballers solved it, but the shells are still a problem. Thirty or so shells seem to be a lot, but this number is gone. You must know that Li Yunlong used nearly two hundred shells when he was in the transport team. Although this number is very watery, there is always one hundred.

Thinking of his poor family background, Xiang Tianmin immediately said to the boss with a bitter face, "Cannonballs, [-] Artillery, and mortars are all fine."

"I'm gone. He Li Yunlong almost emptied the shells of the [-]nd Artillery here before he joined the transport team. In the end, relying on his cavalry's fast battery, he ran away after moving. I sent someone to come back. As a result, after chasing for a long time, I couldn't even see a pony tail." The boss said helplessly.

Seeing the boss crying poor, Xiang Tianmin turned his head to look at Yang Chengwu, "Big Brother, support some shells, this is a tactic I specially adjusted for you, don't cry poor with me!"

"You take all the ninety-two guns, thirteen or four rounds in total. Mortars." Yang Chengwu thought about it, "I can only give you 10 rounds for the mortars."

"Thank you!"

"Actually, there should be quite a few [-]nd Artillery shells in the Independent Regiment. When you get the walkie-talkie, you can exchange it with other weapons, so that Zhao just took it with him when he went." The boss reminded.

"How many hairs does he have?" Xiang Tianmin asked.

"To be conservative now, there are a hundred rounds."

The corner of Xiang Tianmin's eyes twitched, "How much money does his independent group have?"

"I want to know too!" The boss finally couldn't help but also swear, because Li Yunlong always likes to hide and hide good things tightly, so the boss doesn't know how many independent groups he has now. combat power. (end of this chapter)