The lean warrior is named Wang Zhisheng, and he was selected from the team in Wangjiazhuang District, Licheng County.
There is not much else in Wangjiazhuang but there are a lot of stones. Before the Japanese came, it was a stone quarry. There were not many people who grew crops, and every household was breaking stones. Most of the stone mills, stone tables, stone tablets, etc. were made from
Came from Wangjiazhuang.
After the Japanese invaded, Wangjiazhuang took advantage of its strengths. In addition to continuing to produce stone products to supply the troops and fellow villagers, it also produced its own stone mines.
It's just that Wang Zhisheng is a bit unprofessional. He doesn't just crush rocks and create landmines like others.
What he often talks about is: "It's so tiring to make landmines out of stones. You may not be able to explode them after working for a long time! There are so many landmines in the Japanese army. Can't you just touch them and use them?"
Wang Zhisheng was talking about the landmines planted by the Japanese on the side of the traffic line near the red zone to prevent guerrillas from robbing the railway lines.
The captain retorted: "How many of you can you touch? Who can't talk?"
In the end, Wang Zhisheng actually did this. He would definitely be able to bring back a few landmines every once in a while, which was much faster than making landmines through local methods.
Later, when the captain saw that Wang Zhisheng went out several times without bringing back any landmines, he was a little surprised: "Wang Zhisheng, the market has been bad recently?"
"Where!" Wang Zhisheng replied: "I was thinking, if I touch the mines and bring them back, don't I have to bury them in the ground to blow up the Japanese? Isn't it tiring to bring them back? So let's touch them and bury them until the Japanese are gone.
It’s at your doorstep, and the time saved can save you a few more burials!”
At first, the captain thought Wang Zhisheng was bragging. Who knows if he has buried it or not? It just depends on his mouth!
Later, I got news that the Japanese were always killed and injured by their own landmines during this period, which made people panic. Only then did I know that Wang Zhisheng was not lying.
The short soldier's name was Liu Dazuo and he was a martial arts student in the troupe. Things like somersaults, climbing high and low were commonplace.
Liu Dazuo was originally asking for work in enemy-occupied areas. Once when he was performing for the puppet army, the puppet battalion commander went to the backstage to touch Hua Dan. Liu Dazuo couldn't hold back for a while and chopped down several of them with his machete. He took advantage of the darkness of the night.
When he was injured, he hid and sometimes rushed out to kill him. To this day, there is still a scar on his stomach from the 38-year-old Gai.
While Wang Xuexin was flipping through the roster and listening to Hu Zi's report, he felt a little strange in his heart.
"Hu Zi, these recruits are not bad!" Wang Xuexin said: "Everyone has two skills!"
"That's right!" Huzi replied proudly: "Isn't this based on the reputation of the platoon leader?"
"My name? How do you say it?" Wang Xuexin asked puzzledly.
Huzi happily came up and explained: "Platoon leader, the news about your beating of Xue Quxu last time has spread! There is also the matter of beating Shanmaozi! So when we talk about the need to recruit more soldiers, the county brigade and the district squadron,
Everyone is vying to come. But we don’t have many people in line, so don’t we have to compete? This is the result!”
Wang Xuexin nodded with satisfaction. This may be the so-called celebrity effect.
Although Wang Xuexin doesn't care about this very much, who wouldn't be happy if he could recruit a few good soldiers?
Because today's task was to build anti-slope fortifications, Wang Xuexin didn't have time to learn more about it, so he took a quick look and led his troops up the mountain.
Li Yunlong stopped at the top of Houshan Mountain and cursed: "Damn it, this little Northeastern man really has some ink in his belly. If he were an ordinary person, how would he think of leaving such a good terrain to the Japanese and then go into the mountain caves himself?
Drill! Even if I thought about it, I wouldn’t dare to do it! Others are trying to be condescending, but he is condescending!”
The monk looked down with a skeptical attitude and muttered: "Is it okay to fight like this? What if the Japanese throw grenades at our position?"
Li Yunlong turned around and slapped the monk on the head: "Do you have a short memory or something? Do you still remember the battle in Li Jiapo?"
The monk remembered it as soon as Li Yunlong reminded him.
In the First Battle of Lijiapo, the Independent Regiment faced the Yamazaki Brigade "from above". To prevent the Japanese from throwing hand grenades, it was very simple, just pile up the other side of the fortification with earth.
Thinking of this, the monk felt a little depressed. Xiao Dongbei had already thought up a way and used it, but he was still stupid and couldn't get together.
In fact, Li Yunlong was embarrassed to say that if he hadn't had the experience of the Li Jiapo battle, he probably wouldn't have been able to understand Wang Xuexin's anti-slope tactic.
"That's why it is said that 'water has no permanent potential, and soldiers have no permanent shape'!" Zhao Gang sighed.
"What kind of situation?" Li Yunlong asked, rubbing his head.
"When using troops, we must adopt flexible strategies and tactics according to changes in the enemy's situation!" Zhao Gang explained: "You cannot stick to the rules and stick to one type of tactics!"
"Isn't it clear?" Li Yunlong raised his chin in dissatisfaction: "I'm both elegant and powerful, so I'm not tired!"
Zhao Gang could only smile bitterly.
What Li Yunlong valued was the ink in Xiao Dongbei's belly, but the ink in Zhao Gang's belly was the object of contempt.
At this time, Wang Xuexin came up with his troops carrying hoes, shovels and the like.
Li Yunlong hurriedly waved his hands and shouted from afar: "Xiao Dongbei, here it is!"
When Wang Xuexin came closer, Li Yunlong waved his hand and said: "This land will be left to you. You have the final say on your tactics. I, the leader of the regiment, will not argue with you. I will do whatever you say!"
"There's more!" Zhao Gang shouted to more than ten meters away: "Old Wu!"
The instructor who was organizing the troops responded and ran over.
Zhao Gang explained: "The leader specifically told us to record our thoughts and processes in detail while we were working, so that we can better apply the tactics to other positions. Not many of our troops are literate, so instructor Wu temporarily used it as a document to complete the records.
Work!"
"Yes!" the instructor stood up and responded: "Make sure to complete the task!"
Then he walked up to Wang Xuexin, shook hands with Wang Xuexin cheerfully, took out his notebook and pen, got ready, and said: "Comrade Wang Xuexin, where do we start?"
Wang Xuexin said "Uh"... I'm really not used to this.
Usually the instructor stands on top talking about this and that, while the soldiers take notes below with small notebooks.
Suddenly it turned into asking Wang Xuexin to tell the instructor to remember it. This role changed a bit quickly!
The instructor seemed to have seen through Wang Xuexin's thoughts. He pushed up his glasses and said: "Don't be restrained. If you have any ideas, just say it... Just treat me as a clerk. We are the Eighth Route Army. We do not engage in bureaucracy. Cadres
They are the same as soldiers, but their responsibilities are different. So don’t have any psychological burden..."
Li Yunlong's jaw nearly dropped when he heard these words. He secretly pulled Zhao Gang aside: "Old Zhao, do you really want the instructor to be suitable for writing documents? I haven't even started memorizing yet, but I've already got into ideological work!
How should Xiao Dongbei handle such a document?"
Zhao Gang sighed helplessly: "I'll go talk to him. He's just used to thinking about work and he hasn't come back to his senses yet!"