Chapter three hundred and ninety first food crisis
At dawn, the quiet wilderness became noisy. Yang Ling opened his sleepy eyes and saw the reconnaissance companies of various troops setting off all the way, running towards the direction of people and gatherings.
Most of the brothers were still sleeping soundly, and the whole field was densely packed with people sleeping. The cooks who had gotten up early had already started setting up pots to cook, and the smoke was rising.
Although it has already entered summer, there is still a slight chill in the morning. Yang Ling is wrapped in a military blanket and goes to the cooking fire. The deputy battalion elder of the third battalion is sitting there with a hunched back and smoking.
He was smoking a dry cigarette. When he saw Yang Ling approaching, he hurriedly moved away.
"Has our reconnaissance platoon set off?" Yang Ling felt the heat coming from the campfire. While putting on his leggings again, he asked Lao Yanqiang about the situation of the reconnaissance unit.
The old smoker took a puff of his cigarette and said with a smile: "Vice Commander Yang, don't worry, they already set off an hour ago."
"So early?" Yang Ling was also stunned. The other reconnaissance units of the other brigades and regiments set off, but their reconnaissance platoons had already set off. This enthusiasm was too high.
Lao Yanqiang smiled and said: "The leader is this kid Wang Zikun. He can't wait to stab the kid in the den."
Yang Ling was filled with emotion when he heard that it was the student platoon leader Wang Zikun. This student, who had only joined the army in a hurry during the Battle of Nanjing, had grown into a qualified soldier in only half a year and was able to perform tasks independently.
Thinking back to the time when they first picked up the guns, their hands were shaking. This cruel war really made people grow up quickly. Yang Ling didn't know whether to be sad or happy. Countless people died and countless people grew up. They were all dead bones.
"Oh, time flies so fast. I don't know how many brothers will have to be sacrificed to drive this little devil out of China." The old smoker's weathered face was full of sadness.
Yang Ling patted him on the shoulder and said: "Come on, we used to be chased and beaten by the Japanese. Now we are chasing the Japanese and beating them. Isn't this getting better and better? We will always drive the Japanese out of China."
The old smoker smiled mockingly to himself, waved his hand and said, "I don't know if I'll be able to see that day with my old bones."
Seeing the stooped back of Lao Yanqiang, Yang Ling's nose felt a little sore, and he felt his faint sadness. He encouraged him and said: "Old company commander, you can't just give up. Brothers still need you to lead them to win the battle."
Woolen cloth."
"That's natural. If I don't see the little devil defeated by us, I won't rest in peace even if I die."
Both of them were lucky enough to survive from the bloody battlefield of the Battle of Songhu until now. Thinking of the many brothers who died along the way, they were relatively speechless and depressed while chatting.
The brothers also woke up one after another. Troops of various numbers gathered in this wilderness, and it was very lively with people and horses neighing.
"It's time to eat, it's time to eat." The cooking soldiers got up early to cook, and now they started shouting. After eating, they had to continue attacking in the direction of Renheji.
Yang Ling still queued up for meals with his brothers, but when it was his turn, he found that each brother only had a bowl of gruel and two white-flour buns. He frowned involuntarily and called the cooking squad leader to inquire about the situation.
"Sir Yang, are you looking for me?" The cooking squad leader trotted up to Yang Ling, a little frightened. After all, for him, the deputy captain was a visible and invisible commander.
Yang Ling pointed to the porridge and the only two steamed buns in the brothers' bowls and said: "Tell me, what's going on? The brothers are about to launch a pursuit operation. How can we fight if the brothers don't have enough to eat? What if the Japanese
If you slip away, you are responsible?!"
Although Yang Ling's voice was not loud, it was serious enough. The cooking squad leader also looked bitter and hurriedly explained: "Sir Yang, I was wronged. Please listen to my explanation."
"What do you say."
"Sir Yang, I won't lie to you. We have been without food for a day. If I hadn't been thrifty, the brothers wouldn't even have porridge today, let alone steamed buns."
Yang Ling frowned: "Why wasn't the food shortage reported to the regiment headquarters?"
"I went to the quartermaster of the regiment headquarters, and he told me that the truck transporting food was bombed by Japanese planes, and the food could not be transported. Now all the regiments are out of food. There is really no way to do this."
We are now in a critical period of fighting. A lack of food for the troops will greatly affect their combat effectiveness. Yang Ling did not dare to delay and hurriedly found the regiment leader Zhang Handuo to discuss countermeasures.
But now that all the troops have run out of food, the two of them are at odds with each other. Before they can figure out a countermeasure, brigade commander Zhou Zhidao's order for the troops to move out has been passed down.
"I've already asked. The situation in each brigade is similar. Some of them ran out of food last night and relied on picking up food discarded by the Japanese to fill their stomachs. Now that Japanese planes are bombing frequently, this food may not be delivered for a while. We have to
Think of a solution yourself." Zhang Handuo, the leader of the group, also knew that it is difficult for a woman to make a meal without rice.
Yang Ling sighed, they were considered to be troops of the Central Army, and now they were experiencing food shortages. Those local troops were not often hungry, but when things got to this point, they could only find a solution on their own.
"Let each battalion pay attention to collecting more food on the road. The best ones that can capture the Japanese are the best. If you can't capture it, ask the common people to buy it. But you must maintain discipline and cannot buy or sell by force. Once found, deal with it seriously!"
Zhang Handuo nodded and said, "That's the only way to do it."
Although the 74th Army and other units temporarily ran out of food due to the bombing of Japanese planes, their offensive was still fierce. After conquering Neihuang City, they quickly advanced, and their troops were directed at Renhe.
The Japanese troops have followed the orders of the 14th Division Commander Kenji Doihara to defend various key points and villages to delay the 74th Army's offensive speed, while their main force quickly rushed towards Lanfeng City on the west side.
Go and try to capture Lanfeng City by surprise and tear a hole in the encirclement.
Yang Ling and the others attacked westward along the Longhai line with thunderous momentum and began to pull out the points. They pulled out three strongholds in one morning and wiped out more than 400 Japanese troops. The brothers captured a lot and even captured two people.
A wounded Japanese soldier.
Yang Ling originally wanted to kill the two injured Japanese according to the old rules. After all, it would be a burden to carry them around, but was stopped in time by the regiment leader Zhang Handuo.
"Send them to the division headquarters and see if we can find out anything," Zhang Handuo waved to several brothers and tied up the injured Japanese soldier Wuhuada and took him away.
"Last time, someone saw us doing something. I don't know who stabbed the division headquarters. I was scolded by the master. I don't want to be scolded by the master again." Zhang Handuo smiled and said in a low voice: "Next.
Be more agile and kill them before they surrender."
Yang Ling looked at Zhang Handuo, who had a Chinese-style face, and suddenly realized that the normally serious regiment leader was also somewhat evil in his heart. He smiled and replied: "I promise not to give them a chance to surrender next time."