Malan Village is named after the villagers became rich by raising horses and every household has a horse stable.
But of course, after the Japanese came, there were no more horses... Anyone who kept horses would have lost everything after working hard for several years and then being taken away by the Japanese.
In fact, not only were there no horses, but all the villagers in the village had also fled. Only a few households were left, and there were only a few dozen people left in the village who made a living by farming or who were too old to walk.
At this time, when they saw the Japanese coming to sweep them away, they took their families and fled to the mountains early to hide from the limelight.
Wu Lei asked a platoon to continue collecting smoke in the sorghum field. After all, there was almost enough smoke at this time, and a lot of sorghum stalks had accumulated. They only needed to keep adding more.
The other two platoons were taken to Malan Village by Wu Lei.
The instructor felt a little guilty and asked Wu Lei: "Old Wu, should we report to the group leader?"
"Instructor, this is your fault!" Wu Lei replied while striding towards Malan Village: "It's not that I don't want to report it, it's that it's not accurate. Look at the sky..."
As he said that, Wu Lei pretended to look around at the sky and said: "Where are the planes? There is not even a ghost! What can we report? Could it be that the report said that Xiao Dongbei can tell fortunes and he can tell fortunes accurately?
Will the Japanese plane come?"
The soldiers burst into laughter.
At this point, the instructor was speechless. What Wu Lei said was quite reasonable. There was no guarantee whether something could be reported or not.
In fact, Wu Lei had other thoughts:
If we have to report this to the regiment leader, nothing will happen to the Seventh Company.
Although the leader usually seems to be very fair and always talks about "whoever pays the equipment gets it," but when he really wants to hide the equipment and take advantage of it, he can come up with a lot of lies.
All the equipment was "paid".
Wang Xuexin also feels the same way.
The equipment that Wang Xuexin had previously handed over from a Japanese reconnaissance platoon... If this principle is followed, then the 38 cover, bullets, grenades, machine guns, etc., everything belongs to the enemy's Ministry of Industry!
But Li Yunlong did Li Dachui’s job:
"I'm talking about Li Dachui, you are the enemy's Ministry of Industry. Not to mention the grenade launchers and machine guns, do you know how to use them?"
"Is there any chance I can use it?"
"What a waste if such good equipment is left in your hands for fun?"
"I guarantee that one day when you step into combat positions and need them, these equipments will still be yours!"
"You can pick whatever you want then. If you don't have it, come to me, Li Yunlong!"
So all the equipment that Wang Xuexin had surrendered was confiscated. The Sanba Gai in Wang Xuexin's hand was won in a bet with Li Yunlong.
Li Yunlong wants equipment that costs him his life. If I heard that there is such a thing as Japanese airdrops...
He would probably pat Wu Lei on the shoulder seriously and say sincerely: "Seventh company commander, this matter of releasing smoke is so important. The whole regiment is counting on the smoke to enter the village! You can't drop it for me at this time.
Chain! The Japanese airdrop... is easy to handle! Isn't it just a matter of putting up a few flags? I'll just go with the guard company!"
So the Japanese airdrop fell into Li Yunlong's pocket again, and he could give it to whomever he wanted. In the end, the First Battalion would definitely take advantage again.
Wu Lei is not stupid. This is a rare opportunity for them to make a comeback. It can even be said to be the only chance to make a comeback... In the rear, Japanese airdrops are rare. They haven't encountered them in several years! How can they just do it?
So let this duck fly away?
In order to unify the voice, Wu Lei summoned the troops as soon as he arrived at Malan Village and said: "Listen to me, we are here to cut sorghum stalks. By the way, we will see if there are any fellow villagers who have not evacuated. If we see
What or what I picked up...it's just a cow's tail swatting flies, just a coincidence, do you understand?"
"Understood!" the soldiers responded loudly.
Many of the soldiers were still holding old sleeves and even muskets, and they had long wanted to get something good. Now that they heard that there might be airdropped equipment from the Japs, who wouldn’t be excited to fight with their eyes open?
Palm!
Then Wu Lei took up the command with familiarity: "The first platoon is responsible for making the Japanese army flag, the second platoon is divided into three directions as a squad, and the highlights are highlighted. Be ready as soon as the Japanese plane comes, and keep an eye on it as soon as it is laid."
It's tight, find it and protect it as soon as possible! Do you understand?"
"Understood!" the soldiers responded loudly and energetically.
Wang Xuexin was a platoon leader, so he was responsible for making military flags in the village.
It is not difficult to make this plaster flag. I went to the home of a fellow villager and found a few pieces of white cloth and a few pieces of red clothing... Although the Eighth Route Army does not take any needles and threads from the masses, special circumstances still require special treatment, not to mention that the instructors are still there to take care of them.
He wrote down one by one in his small notebook:
The owner kicked in a door and it needs to be repaired.
The Xi family opened a box, broke a lock and took two pieces of clothes.
The Nan family borrowed a few boxes of needlework and a few pairs of scissors.
…
This whole thing is called knowing every detail and comparing every penny. He almost even recorded how much water he drank.
Wang Xuexin didn't care about the many things. He cut the white cloth into a square shape, cut the red cloth into a round shape and sewed it in the middle to form a plaster flag.
This is thanks to the fact that the plaster flag is simple enough. If it were a more complicated flag, I might not be able to make a few in a whole day.
Wu Lei took a look at the flag and was a little dissatisfied: "How did you do this? It's wrinkled and the color is wrong, but don't let it show..."
"Company Commander!" Wang Xuexin reminded: "We are here for the Japanese pilots to watch. They are flying in the sky, how can they stare at it like you? That's almost enough!"
When Wu Lei thought about it, he laughed "hehehe": "That's right! Okay, just do it like this, do more, and move quickly!"
After a while, more than a dozen noodles were made, all strung with bamboo poles and branches, and carried by more than a dozen soldiers and dispersed to every corner of the village.
When Wang Xuexin thought about it, he felt something was wrong, so he hurriedly found Wu Lei and said, "Company commander, we should light up cigarettes here too!"
Wu Lei immediately became anxious: "Wouldn't the pilot lose his sight if he lights up the cigarette?"
Wang Xuexin explained: "It's better if you can't see clearly. If the Japanese say on the radio that there's a lot of smoke, it's not obvious that we don't have smoke here. Just put out less cigarettes, and add some firecrackers, it will look like a war."
Looks like that!”
Wu Lei thought it right and immediately asked someone to make arrangements.
By the way, Wu Lei also ordered the third platoon who was letting off smoke in the direction of the battlefield: "You must use smoke to cover the Japs tightly. You must not let the Japs pilots discover Xue Quyuan Village. If you can't get the airdrop, you are the only one to ask!"
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"Yes!" Chen Jianguo, the deputy company commander in charge of commanding the third platoon, responded.
I muttered in my heart: Is this still unreasonable? Just let it be a good thing like picking up equipment if it doesn’t happen, and you still have to be responsible?