"Oh, he's dressed like a commoner. Can he speak Chinese? If he can't, I'll kill him."
A man wearing silk clothes and carrying a tortoise box slung across his body was lying in the pile of corpses. If he hadn't been filling the corpses with guns, no one would have known that there was still a person alive here.
"Sir, please be merciful, please be merciful!"
"For what?"
Few people carrying guns these days are good people.
"The younger one works as a translator for the Imperial Army and the Japanese, but I don't do anything! I just make a living!"
"What's the name of the Japs you're leading?"
"My name is Kage Saiyaji."
"Tell him, let him behave his duty, will it never end? If he meets me again, I will beat him every time! I am from the 120th Division of the Eighth Route Army. If you want revenge, you can ask him to find me, Han Cheng!"
Then he let the translator go, because there were some messages that he needed to deliver, otherwise the hatred would not be on his head.
"Chief of Staff, why did you let this traitor go? We should shoot him!"
"You guys, if they don't look for me, how can we ambush them again? Clean up the battlefield quickly and go back to cook horsemeat! Oh, there are two mortars here!"
I finally saw a horse, but it was killed. What a pity.
"This time, those classes who suffered losses, write me a summary report! Give me a deep reflection on why we lost so many people in this battle where we could have reduced the losses! Every time we lose a person, we are equivalent to him.
All the bullets spent will be in vain, we must pay attention to it."
Death is always a bad thing, especially for this newly established army. They cannot just let them indulge in the aura of victory, but also let them know how much effort is wasted by sacrificing a comrade.
"That's not good, after all, this is our first victory."
"What happened the first time? More people will die in the future. If they don't remember this lesson, they will be the next to die!"
The battalion commander felt that this matter was a bit of a fuss, but Han Cheng felt that this matter must be taken seriously. After years of fighting, how many of these two hundred people would be left? At least now more than twenty people died at once, and they were swallowed up.
The Japanese have one hundred soldiers.
"Oh, it seems that Chief of Staff Han has gained a lot!"
"No, it's just a tragic victory. We captured a lot, but we also sacrificed a lot. It's so heartbreaking."
Han Cheng pointed at the pheasant neck machine gun and the two mortars. After all, wasn't that what they were there for?
"I need to keep some of these captured things to replenish my troops. For example, I have to keep half of these crooked weapons. You can just take all the remaining mortars and heavy machine guns."
The positioning of the troops must be accurate. Since we are determined to fight guerrillas, we must choose light equipment as much as possible. It is impossible to carry heavy things that will not be conducive to the transfer of troops. However, this basically eliminates the path to a frontal attack with the Japanese troops.
, no matter in terms of weapons and equipment or combat capabilities, the Japanese army was unable to resist.
"It's easy to say this. Just give me something if you are willing to give me something. I'm afraid you might have objections."
"We just want to keep some that we can use, and the rest should be distributed among the regiments. The other things look good, but I don't need them. For example, this Japanese heavy machine gun should be used by the regiment.
"
"Have you sewn the armbands with your unit numbers on your sleeves?"
"Is that thing really sewn?"
Han Cheng actually knew about this and originally thought he could receive a new set of military uniforms. Later, he found out that the new military uniforms were not given to the troops who already had uniforms, but to other new troops. He just shipped a batch of armbands and left the rest.
Those at the bottom still wear the previous earth-gray military uniforms, and the new yellow-green uniforms are for other troops.
"That's not true. Chiang Kai-shek is not very generous."
He Zuo Bai was very happy. He thought he could get some new clothes to wear, but there were no new clothes, so he was given a batch of armbands with Eight Routes written on them, and he had to sew them on himself.
"Okay, whatever you say is what it is."
Not all the clothes worn by the Eighth Route Army are gray and blue, because there are also yellow-green military uniforms of the National Army, and there are also special German gray military uniforms. However, this is the Eighth Route Army, and the troops provided with the most abundant yellow are also
Green military uniforms, clothes like that in Germany are rarely given. (Information comes from Baidu Encyclopedia)
"Okay, I'll just count the numbers and send them directly to the group."
"Okay, I'm going to have a good rest. I have something to do tomorrow."
It was actually already night when I came back, but I couldn't fall asleep as I was tossing and turning in bed, with the gun still shooting in my head. The battle lasted very short, and it was over in less than half an hour. But the smell of blood was too strong.
, Han Cheng felt sick in his heart, but he couldn't vomit it out.
But this is something we must adapt to in the future. As for the shadow in my heart, there is no shadow at all. On the contrary, I am very excited. I can't sleep at night because of the excitement. As for other people, it is not so good. The squad leader is racking his brains to summarize,
Exchange combat experiences with other comrades, because they will definitely talk about it tomorrow.
"Our marksmanship is far inferior to that of the Japanese. Among the more than twenty comrades who died, less than half were directly hit on the head. I can only say that it is really good."
"We'll just take advantage of the fact that our bullets are more powerful. Look at the corpse. There isn't a single good hole in it. There are holes all over it."
"Okay, what's more, you can't just point to one question and get away with it!"
Just an explanation is definitely not enough, and even they themselves can't explain it.
"Is that a problem with our ammunition? Because every time we shoot, there is a lot of black smoke, which makes the eyes unbearable."
"You are a bit pushy. Don't look at the smoke of our bullets, but there are many bullets! You have seen when we can use so many bullets to go out to fight, that is, now, we have experienced a rich man! We
Comparing the number of bullets we carry with those of the little Jaap, we can see that, except for the little Jaap’s, we have more ammunition.”
"That's not the problem. It's a matter of our attack method. The heaviest casualties were those who outflanked, accounting for more than 70% of the people. Because there are no bunkers in the open, it is difficult to withstand firepower."
"We shouldn't have stood and fired at that time. You see, the Japanese used a kneeling position to shoot when encountering an enemy attack. Their machine gunners were still lying down and preparing to shoot. What does this prove? It proves that it is so stable. We have always been
I was shooting while standing, my hands were too unstable, and the target was still small when I squatted down..."
The room here gradually became lively. The problems were found out one after another, and they became more and more enthusiastic. Then they talked about the battle they fought during the day, and then they felt that they could indeed avoid a lot of casualties.