"Brother, be careful! There must be heavy Japanese troops guarding this place. Our few troops are gone, but..." Qi Guangyuan hurriedly advised.
How could Qi Guangyuan not know the location Liu Lang pointed to?
These days, the various headquarters of the Eighth Division have been thoroughly explored by members of the Special Forces Brigade of the Independent Regiment. Although he does not know what a special brigade is, Qi Guangyuan is still impressed by the skills of the dozen or so strangely dressed scouts.
Very admirable.
After finishing the battle with the 4th Brigade and waiting for the 8th Division to attack, he specifically called Liu Lang and asked the independent regiment scout who reported to Tang Yongming to send him a battle report without disturbing others.
At the same time, he strengthened the security around the regiment headquarters.
As a result, the guy named Niu Er lurked in the mountains near his regiment headquarters for nearly 8 hours. He waited for an opportunity when all the guards relaxed, knocked one out, put on the uniform of the 29th Army, and sneaked into the tunnel.
Commander Qi was so angry that he locked up the guard platoon leader for half a day.
Such a terrifying guy, how could the information they obtained be wrong?
There was clearly a temporary base for the Japanese heavy artillery brigade, and there was a brigade of nearly a thousand infantrymen stationed there.
"Hey, I'm afraid Nishi Yiichi is thinking about how to take advantage of my serious injury to attack Luo Wenyu in one fell swoop. When he attacks with all his strength, the defense will naturally relax. What's more, Lieutenant General Nishi Yiichi
You will soon know what special operations are." Liu Lang smiled proudly.
Seeing Liu Lang's expression, Qi Guangyuan knew that he was determined, otherwise he would not have risked his military morale by pretending to die to deceive the Japanese, and said: "What about Chief of Staff Yu? How is he doing?"
It’s just a regiment leader pretending to be dead. It’s hard for Qi Guangyuan to believe that these two people did this at the same time. That’s a bit too exaggerated. Is Kong Ming still alive?
"Xiancheng!" Liu Lang's face darkened, "He was shot by a kid from a distance, but luckily, it didn't hurt his vitals. The bullet has been taken out. He is recuperating next door right now.
The problem is not big, but we won’t be able to go to the battlefield in the short term.”
"Then what do you need from my 288th and 289th regiments? We still have 2,400 people, and we can at least spare 1,000 people to cooperate with you in fighting." Although Qi Guangyuan said this with some sadness, the expression on his face was also firm.
The 29th Army, a local army that is not affiliated with the Central Army and is similar to a warlord, is much more flexible than the Central Army in terms of organization. In order to enhance its strength, the 29th Army has a strength of up to 60,000 troops, and a regiment-level organization.
Much larger than Liu Lang's 1,500-man independent regiment, the two regiments originally had more than 5,000 troops. After eight days, the total strength was only one regiment, with a casualty rate as high as 50%. How could Qi Guangyuan do this?
Not heartbroken?
Now, just listening to what Liu Lang said, nearly half of the remaining 2,400 people still had to support Liu Lang's seemingly impossible action. It was hard for Liu Lang not to appreciate the trust in this.
Liu Lang was moved, but shook his head and said: "I accept what I mean, but if the Japanese army remains calm now, the attack in the afternoon will become crazier. What the brothers of the 29th Army have to do is continue to defend the position.
No matter how many casualties we pay, we must fight to the death, and even if we change, we must make the Japanese invaders fearful and make them deploy their troops. At that time, our opportunity will come."
"Okay, then I will go back and take charge of the regiment headquarters now. Don't worry, as long as I, Qi Guangyuan, am here, the Japanese army will never think of me taking the blame. The last 2,400 people of our 288th and 289th regiments are ready to die for justice." Qi Guangyuan is also a cheerful person.
He gave Liu Lang a farewell military salute, turned around and left.
He raised his hand in return and watched Qi Guangyuan leave. Liu Lang looked coldly and ordered: "Chi Dakui, order Ling Hong and the others to start taking action according to the original order. I want the Japanese invaders to know what pain is."
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Mo Xiaomao and Chen Dafa have been lurking on a hill for more than twenty-four hours. There, they are only 500 meters away from the Japanese Eighth Artillery Regiment stationed in the valley. Even the nearest gun to them is only 200 meters away.
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Without a scope, they could almost clearly see the busy figure of the Japanese army and the barking sounds from time to time. Mo Mao Mao, who already understood a lot of Japanese, knew that it was them giving orders, and the brief peace was about to be overturned.
Break, a new round of bombardment is about to begin.
Mo Mao Mao aimed the gun muzzle wrapped in dead leaves into the distance. 800 meters away was the headquarters of the Eighth Artillery Regiment. In twenty-four hours, Mo Mao Mao had already aimed at the man with the rank of Colonel.
I walked out of the headquarters and looked at the Japanese officers on the battlefield ten miles away at least ten times.
In other words, as long as he pulled the trigger, he would have at least seven or eight chances to kill the unsuspecting artillery regiment captain.
But Mo Xiaomao did not do that. The commander once said that killing an important target is important, but strategy is more important. All military operations must serve strategy. Before receiving the order to start the operation, the two of them
All the sniper team has to do is hide.
Until an order is received, whether it is to retreat or attack, they must obey the order.
They had been lying in the bushes for twenty-four hours, and the Japanese patrols passed at least five meters in front of them four times. The camouflage uniforms with camouflage nets and branches covered completely deceived the eyes of the Japanese soldiers.
, they never dreamed that someone in this world would try to take a fancy to their captain from a distance of 800 meters, at least not in China.
Mo Xiaomao glanced three meters to his side with the corner of his eye. That was where his fire support, Big Chen, was hiding. Chen Dafa, who had his face covered with oil paint and shrank his head under the bushes, hid very carefully. If it weren't for
Mo Xiaomao knew where he was, but had no idea that there was a 1.95-meter-tall strong man hiding in the bushes.
As if sensing Mo Mao Mao's gaze, Chen Yunfa opened his eyes, made a safe gesture to Mo Mao Mao with his curled hand, and then continued to close his eyes.
Even Mo Xiaomao had to admire this guy's tenacity. From yesterday to now, this 1.95-meter-tall guy didn't seem to move much except for moving his fingers to keep his joints flexible when night came, just like
A hibernating bear.
In fact, Mo Xiaomao knew that he had moved, but as slowly as a snail. Unless someone kept their eyes on him for ten minutes, you would never know that big man like a dead branch.
The child has moved.
He moved not because he couldn't hold on, but to remove the stiffness in his joints and muscles and prepare for an attack that could be launched at any time. Every stiffness in the muscles may cause the bullet in the gun chamber to deviate unpredictably.
Chen Yunfa's talent is that even if he reaches future generations, he can still reach the standard of excellence.
Suddenly, Mo Maomao opened his eyes wide.
A red object suddenly rose in the sky. It was blown by the mountain wind and rose slowly into the sky. It could be seen from a radius of ten miles.
Mo Xiaomao knew that it was a Kongming Lantern made of red skin, a masterpiece of the wisdom of the Chinese ancestors.
There are two big characters on the Kongming Lantern "Kaiqian". If Mo Xiaomao didn't have a scope, he would not be able to see clearly. Of course, even if the Japanese have good eyesight, it will be in vain.
Only the special forces know that the red color has only one meaning: open fire, kill the little devils, find the biggest one and beat them, and hurt them.