Liang Jian: I have a canteen

In the early morning, the sky was gray, and it had been drizzling since late yesterday night.

The Second Battalion took advantage of this inconsequential reason and began to rest.

A fake fight is more tiring than a real fight. You have to consider the casualties, whether the acting is realistic, and how to avoid exposing any flaws.

Just three hours of sparse attacks in the first half of the night made Shi Zhijian mentally and physically exhausted. He felt that this battle was even more difficult than the battle at Duck dock.

Fortunately, it's raining, so we don't have to fight anymore.

The 3st Battalion has already captured the high ground, but the casualties are a bit heavy. There is still a big gap between the individual qualities of the Eighth Route Army and the Japanese during this period. Even if the battle damage is 1:[-], it is not easy. It can already be listed. He has become an elite, not to mention that he doesn't have heavy weapons to fight high with low.

After calming down, Ding Wei called Shi Zhijian to study the Japanese fortification structure together. Now the fortification map was no longer the crude sketch earlier, but a detailed drawing drawn after the first battalion captured the high ground.

The two people studied for a long time and finally came to the conclusion that if Xu San hadn't secretly drugged him, the price paid by the First Battalion to capture this highland might have been even higher.

A copy of the structural diagram was made, and together with the seized drugs, Ding Wei once again sent it to the headquarters.

The new regiment was short of medicine, but the other regiments were even more lacking. A lot was seized this time. Ding Wei could have concealed it, but he still chose to hand it over and let his superiors distribute these valuable medicines.

Shi Zhijian looked at the medicines that were sent away and said regretfully, "Captain, you are so willing!"

"What can I do if I don't want to give it up? There are too many! If I secret them all, my conscience will not be able to bear it. And didn't you find that someone deliberately made this box of medicines so full?"

Shi Zhijian scratched his head and raised his eyebrows, "It's a bit too much. These medicines are enough for a small team."

"There are 70 people in the Japanese infantry squad, so the ration of these medicines is obviously over the standard, so I guess these medicines were deliberately left for us by the group leaders?"

Shi Zhijian thought about it and realized that this was really what happened, "He poisoned the Japs and then left us the medicine. This group of comrades is very powerful. It was the same at Yawuwu. He just blended in with the Japs without being noticed." He sent the information out. By the way, did you think he was using the walkie-talkie at that time?"

"I don't know this either! The source of the walkie-talkie is an international friend, who was escorted here by Li Yunlong half a month ago! I guess he hadn't gotten the walkie-talkie at the duck dock yet." Ding Wei glanced at Shi Zhijian and said, "Don't It's just a wild guess. Even if you guess it right, it won't do us any good. Now we only need to think about how to capture the Chuliang grain depot."

Shi Zhijian naturally understood the meaning of Ding Wei's words.

After the two men discussed tactics for a while, Shi Zhijian said, "There is a lot of food in Chuliang. Even if we capture it, our regiment may not be able to transport even one-fifth of it. If it is all burned."

Lack of food and clothing is normal for the Eighth Route Army, and most of the Eighth Route Army are from farmers. If this was to be burned down like this, Shi Zhijian was afraid of affecting the mood of the soldiers.

"If we don't burn it, why don't we keep it for the Japanese? We can carry as much as we can carry. This is carrying food! I estimate that we can transport a quarter of it by discarding some unnecessary rags."

"Otherwise, let's send engineers to dig a hole nearby, hide the grain, and then dig it out later." Shi Zhijian suggested.

Ding Wei shook his head and rejected Shi Zhijian's plan, "We will withdraw after we attack the grain depot. We don't know when we will come back. If our defense zone remains unchanged, it will be more than 100 kilometers away from here, and there are so many Food cannot be transported back with a small force."

"If only we had a truck!"

"Trucks?" Ding Wei muttered, and then said uncertainly, "Li Yunlong may have trucks. I remember he seized four of them during the live broadcast. According to the kid's urine, he will definitely not hand them all over. He will probably hide them. Get up and take two cars.”

"Ah!" Shi Zhijian whispered, "A car is an important ordnance. If you fail to seize it, it will be a big crime to let your superiors know."

"Tch!" Ding Wei curled his lips disdainfully, "He dares to disobey orders on the battlefield, let alone one or two cars!" After saying that, he picked up the address book from the table, found Li Yunlong, and checked it again Communication time slot and channel.

After seeing this, Shi Zhijian asked tentatively, "Captain, do you want to ask Captain Li for help?"

"Well!" Ding Wei put down his address book and pondered for a moment, "I want to ask him for help, but you can't use a walkie-talkie for this!"

"What?"

"If it is used, then these grains will not be ours!"

Ding Wei made it very clear that he and Li Yunlong wanted to embezzle the food.

Medications can be turned in because they are life-saving items.

But this food made him think. After all, a regiment has more than 1000 mouths. Whether they are full or not will directly affect their combat effectiveness.

Shi Zhijian was not stupid. Ding Wei's words made him understand immediately, "Captain, what should we do?"

"I'll do what you say first! Dig the hole first, and then wait until the grain depot is laid. Well, we must keep this matter confidential."
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The light drizzle moistened the earth and suppressed the dust that should have been diffuse.

Xiaohong and Su Yuan, dressed in Tsing Yi, ran with Xu San on the school field. Judging from the casual attitude of the three, they could not tell that the cement field was now surrounded by the Eighth Route Army.

After running a few laps, Xiaohong begged out of breath, "Brother-in-law, let's take a break."

Xu San nodded and said, "Run three more laps!"

"One mile at a time, these three circles are three miles away!"

"Each mile of this circle is only 80 meters."

After running for another lap, Xiaohong's sides seemed to be filled with fire, but she could still plead in a charming and charming tone, "Brother-in-law~~~ I really can't run anymore. If you tire me out, If it breaks, there will be no one to take care of you at night~"

Xu San had been listening to this tune for a long time, so he was naturally immune to it. However, Su Yuan rarely heard it. At first glance, it was off-putting.

"There are still two laps~" Xu San slowed down and turned around to take a look, "Look, Yuanyuan is still persisting. As an elder, you should..."

At this moment, Su Yuan was already squatting on the ground, holding her left rib and speechless. In the blink of an eye, beads of sweat fell down.

Seeing such a situation, Xu San quickly stepped back and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Yuanyuan?"

Su Yuan's anger was so severe this time that the conductor was in so much pain that she could not speak.

Xiaohong also stopped, squatted next to Su Yuan, and asked, "Are you having menstruation?"

Xiao Hong's question made Su Yuan blush immediately, and he quickly gritted his teeth and said, "No~ no." (End of Chapter)