"How about..." Wang Xuexin asked Wu Lei: "Shall we go to the battalion commander for instructions?"
Wu Lei thought for a while and replied: "This method may not work yet. Let's burn a few piles of it first. If it is really useful, it will not be too late to report to the group leader!"
In fact, Wu Lei had a plan in mind.
It’s just a few piles of sorghum stalks. What a simple thing!
It takes just a few minutes and works immediately.
The battlefield is getting hot right now. If you use it as soon as possible, you can save a few more comrades.
If we follow the procedure and ask for instructions step by step, first the battalion commander, then the battalion commander will find the regiment commander, and then the regiment commander will give the approval... I'm afraid this wave of attacks will be over!
Isn't there a saying that goes, "Generals will not accept military orders abroad"?
We should use it flexibly, and those who can make the decision should make the decision first!
Wu Lei was right to think so. The Eighth Route Army's communication equipment was extremely backward, and company-level combat units were usually released and could not be recovered.
The reason why it cannot be taken back is because communication basically relies on two legs.
And the troops will not only fight in one place, they will guerrilla or move as needed, so if they send communications troops within half an hour to inform or issue orders, they often cannot find anyone, even if they find someone.
The orders are also outdated or inconsistent with actual war conditions.
This kind of backward communication gave each combat unit of the Eighth Route Army a great deal of autonomy, and at the same time, it also enabled all parts of the Eighth Route Army to form a higher degree of tacit understanding... It would not work without a tacit understanding. If we don't agree on everything first and wait for orders, then this
Stop fighting!
Therefore, the instructor had no objection, and immediately nodded and said: "I agree, let's try it first to see if it has any effect and then report back!"
With the instructor's support, Wu Lei no longer hesitated, and immediately ordered the sorghum stalks to be harvested. Afterwards, Wu Lei added: "If rabbits don't eat the grass around their nests, keep them far away from me!"
It goes without saying why this is the case. The sorghum fields nearby can provide cover for the Eighth Route Army soldiers, so fools would just cut them nearby!
At this time, the instructor asked Wu Lei with a smile: "How is it? Comrade Wang Xuexin, won't you embarrass us?"
"Don't say this too hastily!" Wu Lei replied: "Whether it is useful or not, we have to use it before we can decide!"
The instructor laughed and said, "You are such a bad-tempered person who refuses to admit defeat. How can you be so anxious if you think it's useless?"
Wu Lei is silent. There are three "stones" in his name, so he has been nicknamed "Shitou" since he was a child.
How could we, Stone, give in so quickly?
No matter what, you have to hold on!
Maybe the instructor will forget about it later and won’t mention it!
After a while, sorghum stalks arrived in piles, piled on top of each row, all piled in the open space in front of them, making them look like a hill.
After that, prepare some wet weeds and light the fire with Wu Lei's order.
This requires smoke rather than fire. As soon as the flames spread upward, they would be covered with wet weeds. Wang Xuexin also asked his soldiers to add chili peppers picked from the ground.
Unexpectedly, Wu Lei yelled when he saw it: "Xiao Dongbei, what have you done? What a good chili, how could it be burned like this!"
When Wang Xuexin was confused, he saw Wu Lei stepping forward and standing in front of the sorghum stalks, unbuttoning his crotch, peeing into the peppers and saying, "It's rare for a little devil to come here, so you have to add some ingredients to it, do you understand?"
Wang Xuexin couldn't laugh or cry, this company commander still teaches this?
The soldiers burst into laughter and followed suit one after another. The hundreds of spectacular waterfalls were just short of a competition...
After a while, the acrid thick smoke rolled away in the direction of Xueququan Village like cloud waves in the sky with the wind.
At this time, Li Yunlong was lying in the grass holding a telescope to observe the battle situation. He had killed and injured hundreds of people in several attacks and had not even touched the edge of the village. He was feeling angry when suddenly a burst of choking and slightly unpleasant smoke came towards his face.
Li Yunlong was coughing and crying again.
Li Yunlong subconsciously covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, looking for the direction of the smoke, and then yelled: "Who the hell is causing trouble? Why are you trying to kill me with so much smoke..."
Before he finished speaking, Li Yunlong was stunned. Then, regardless of his nose and tears, he punched the mound in front of him and laughed, "Hey, hey, hey, that's a good cigarette! Damn it!"
Why didn’t I think of..."
Unexpectedly, his mouth opened wide, and before he could finish speaking, he coughed violently again.
The Japanese commander stationed in Xue Ququan Village was Major Kazuo Takeda. He set up his headquarters in a sturdy earthen house in the center of the village.
Kazuo Takeda has always been dissatisfied with his position... He was originally a squadron leader of the Imperial Class A Division. After his right leg was injured in a battle, he was assigned to the rear and became a captain.
To Kazuo Takeda, this is a shame.
How can the excellent Imperial soldiers face these rabble at the rear?
They should fight against more powerful enemies on the frontal battlefield!
Although those enemies don't have much combat effectiveness, they are at least regular troops.
And these enemies in front of them... they are not even equipped with rifles, their firepower is pitifully weak, and they have almost no artillery fire that can be fired from a long distance.
Is this an army?
However, the information Takeda just received still surprised him:
"Takeda-kun! The reinforcements are blocked by enemy mines. You may need to stay longer than originally planned. Please save ammunition!"
Takeda Kazuo did not worry about his troops. He never paid attention to the enemies in front of him from beginning to end.
When he received the telegram, he was still thinking: "Landmines? What kind of mines can stop a brigade? Don't they have engineers? They are indeed ineffective rear troops!"
After thinking about it, Takeda ordered his subordinates to save ammunition. After all, he didn't know what it would take for the reinforcements to arrive, and his tone didn't seem to be that fast.
However, even without ammunition, Takeda believed that his troops could push the enemy back with bayonets.
Kazuo Takeda hopes... that he will perform as well as possible in this battle, letting everyone know that he can win any battle, so they will transfer him back to the battlefield.
Just when Takeda Kazuo recalled his glory when fighting on the battlefield and was intoxicated by humming a military song softly, a burst of choking smoke floated over and he had to stop his leisurely activities.
"What's going on?" Takeda Kazuo asked.
"Your Excellency, Major!" the staff officer came forward and reported: "The enemy released smoke outside the village. The soldiers reported that they could not even open their eyes!"
Takeda Kazuo was stunned for a moment, and then said: "So that's it, these cunning enemies!"
Then Takeda Kazuo ordered: "Bomb with artillery fire to prevent them from releasing smoke!"
"Yes!" the staff officer stepped forward to answer, turned around and conveyed the order.