Liang Jian: I have a canteen

The little Japanese was very stingy. The feed plate of a Type [-] heavy machine gun only had thirty bullets. It didn't take long for Xiao Honghuo to kill it. After helping her change it again, Xu San asked, "Where is Kurosaki?"

"About an hour ago, he said everything was fine here and went to find a place to sleep."

Kurosaki went to bed, which surprised Xu San, because Kurosaki is a soldier with a very important sense of responsibility. Although he is "retired" now, his habits engraved in his bones will not make him so relaxed.

And he should have gone to bed because he should have discovered that there was no one on the opposite side.

It was only a little over a kilometer away, so it wasn't a big problem for him to get across without disturbing the puppet troops.

Thinking of this, Xu San asked, "Has he disappeared for a while?"

Xiaohong pouted, raised her head, rolled her eyes a few times, and thought for a while before saying uncertainly, "It seems that around two o'clock, I wanted to find him, but ended up looking for him." He hasn't even arrived yet, do you have anything to do with him?"

"Yes!" Xu San nodded, "You can practice your guns here. The box of bullets here will be yours until dawn."

Looking at the box full of bullets, Xiaohong immediately hugged Xu San excitedly and kissed her hard, "Thank you, brother-in-law!"

Xu San was not polite about this, so he took him into his arms and began to take advantage of him.

Facing the two people who were not ashamed to show off in public, the puppet soldier, who was the deputy shooter, immediately turned back and pretended that I didn't see anything.

"I'm going to find Kurosaki. When the battle is over, my brother-in-law will love you properly." Xu San patted Xiaohong's butt with a lewd smile.

"Hmph!" Xiaohong snorted shyly, then grabbed the armrest of the [-] style again and continued to fire bullets.

With the help of Big Big Wolf's sense of smell, Xu San found Kurosaki in a small room used to store sundries not far from the position.

As soon as he entered the door, Kurosaki was already pointing a gun at him.

"It's me!" Xu San said lightly, then found a chair and sat down.

A faint light shone in through the window, fell on Xu San's body, and drew a faint shadow on the ground. The light and shadow were intertwined, and the black and white were distinct, making Xu San's figure look three parts sacred and seven parts mysterious.

Kurosaki put away the gun and said in a tone without much emotion, "Are they fighting again?"

Xu San said softly "Yeah!", looked up at Kurosaki who was sitting across from him, and continued, "Not only our side, Chu Liang's side is also fighting, and there are five regiments participating in the battle."

Kurosaki was silent, the expression on his face remained unchanged.

After a moment, he spoke, "Five regiments attacked Chuliang. They were able to defeat it, but they couldn't hold it. I really don't know what the Eighth Route Army's purpose was in wasting its troops like this?"

The bland inquiry made it impossible for Xu San, even though he had read countless people, to distinguish the true intention of his words.

However, Xu San still knew how to respond, so he told some things that had happened now as a test, "Judging from the current situation, the Eighth Route Army is still using its old tactics. They are calling for reinforcements, and they have achieved success. The Xiaoshan United Army in the early morning By that time they had been defeated and all the troops had withdrawn, and they would probably have gone far away by now."

"The combat effectiveness of the Koyama United Team is not as good as that of the Sakata-Sakata United Team. It is reasonable for them to fail." Kurosaki's words were still calm and calm, and he did not feel indignant at all because of the defeat of the Koyama United Team.

"Aren't you anxious? Aren't you worried about the new group coming?" Xu San looked at Kurosaki curiously and asked.

"Don't worry, the New Regiment won't attack. I found the New Regiment's position in the middle of the night. It went smoothly. There wasn't even a hidden sentry. When I reached the position, I found that the position had been evacuated. Only a few dozen scarecrows are left." "Haha, scarecrow, empty city strategy! This is a tactic often used by China."

"The Empty City Strategy? What an apt name. The wisdom of the Chinese people is indeed not simple."

It was a little brighter again, but the gunfire from the distance was still continuous. Xu San stood up, looked at Kurosaki, and said with a playful smile, "Let's go! We have been defending for so long, it's time to counterattack." For the sake of the empire’s hegemony, we will fight to the death to fight the Eighth Route Army back to our hometown this time.”

Kurosaki picked up the gun with a helpless smile on his face, "Is this kind of battle still necessary?"

"Why don't you fight? Don't forget, the best attack is the best defense!"

On August 21, at [-]:[-] in the morning, the Puppet [-]th Battalion stationed at the cement factory sounded the clarion call for counterattack. After half an hour of fierce fighting, they finally drove the [-]nd Battalion of the New [-]st Regiment from their position.

This battle was extremely brutal, with 27 casualties from the Puppet 79th Battalion and [-] Eighth Route Army soldiers killed.

After the battle, Xu San bit his pen and conceived the details of the battle in his mind, trying to make the battle as ups and downs as magnificent as possible without distortion, because what he was writing now was not a script, but a battle report.

Xiaohong's weak, boneless hands pressed on his shoulders, pressing them again and again.

The tingling feeling instantly interrupted Xu San's thoughts, but he did not blame it, but put down his pen with a look of enjoyment.

Xiao Hong leaned forward, pressed her body against Xu San's back, stuck her head out, and looked at the unfinished report seriously.

"Is the Fifth Battalion so powerful?"

"Of course not, these are all nonsense." Xu San said lightly, then leaned against the back of the chair, closed his eyes comfortably, and enjoyed Xiaohong's massage.

"What did you do last night?" Xiaohong asked.

"Go to Chu Liang's grain depot."

"There's a lot of food there, right?"

"More than 2000 tons."

"There are so many. If they are all taken away, our soldiers will not go hungry, right?"

"If we can't transport that much, it would be good if we can transport half of it. Moreover, at dawn, our advantage will be gone, and the Japanese reinforcements will follow. With the combat effectiveness of our troops, it is impossible to fight against the Japanese."

This was not the first time that Xiaohong heard Xu San say that the Japs were strong in combat and she was weak. Although what she said was true, it still made her feel uncomfortable.

The strength in his hand increased a bit, and Xu San grimaced in pain.

"You always boost the enemy's ambition and destroy your own prestige." Xiao Hong rambled, her tone full of dissatisfaction.

"What I said is all true, and I am not belittling or flattering at all. You must know that only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles. From last night to dawn today, all the battles on the Zhengtai line were sneak attacks, and there was no frontal hard steel. This shows that Our boss also knows this and will not use his own weaknesses to strengthen the enemy's strengths."

The old god Xu San was here, and his expressions were very precise. If Xiaohong hadn't been familiar with him, she would have thought that the cup-holder in front of her was a senior teacher of Whampoa Military Academy. (End of chapter)