Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Chapter 150 The tactics still depend on Zhao Gang.

 Under the fierce attack of the New Second Regiment and the 772nd Regiment like wolves and tigers, the panicked Japanese were retreating steadily. Some people even turned around and fled towards Lujiazhuang, completely disrupting the originally unsustainable formation.

　　Exposing your back to the enemy in battle is a taboo and a fatal danger. Doing so will only make you a living target. It's a pity that these small-time logistics personnel who usually lack training do not understand this.

Facing nearly two thousand well-trained Eighth Route Army soldiers, they could only survive by cutting off their tails. The little devils wished they had more legs at this time, and they all ran like wild dogs on the loose.

After taking care of the last threatening grenadier, Zhao Gang carried Mosin Nagant on his shoulders. In this battle, he killed seven Japs.

Scanning around the chaotic battlefield, he stopped charging and shouted to the soldiers of the New Second Regiment around him:

 “Just drive the Japanese into the village! Don’t push the enemy too hard. Don’t chase the enemy! No one can enter Lujiazhuang!”

"Zhang Dabiao! Don't rush too fast! The commando team is going to be out of touch with the main force!"

 Because of the distance, the pursuit did not last long. After leaving more than 700 corpses behind, the Japanese returned to the somewhat complex village in disgrace.

After all the soldiers had gathered at a safe location, the two regiment leaders calmly walked from the original field command post to a bunker 700 meters away from Lujiazhuang.

 This position is beyond the range of all the enemy's weapons and is absolutely safe.

Seeing that his own tactics were executed perfectly, Li Yunlong took out a broken fan he found somewhere and fanned himself very pretentiously.

"Blind Cheng, although I am no longer your old squad leader, I still have to nag you some things. You can't fight with all your strength. You, the 772nd Regiment, just can't adapt."

"You, please learn from me, what it means to prescribe the right medicine according to the Eight Meridians. The current situation of the devils is called the six things. It is not a disaster from heaven and earth, it can be overcome."

Just when Li Yunlong was dressing up, political commissar Zhao came back from the front line after integrating his troops.

Originally, he wanted to discuss the specific arrangements for the next attack with the two captains, but as soon as he came back, he heard his partner showing off his new knowledge.

It would be fine if everything was correct, but it was obviously half a bottle of water and he still had to carry it out and dangle it, which made his face instantly full of black lines.

“I said, Lao Li, do you really want everyone to know that you have watched Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Sun Tzu’s Art of War for how many days?”

“What you just said was only the second half of the sentence. Do you know what the first half is? If you have some spare time, why not calm down and think more about how to fight next? Why are you pretending to be Zhuge Liang here?”

 Captain Li was not embarrassed when his spellcasting was interrupted. He smiled cheekily and replied very bachelorly:

“I don’t know. I’m a half-way monk with two swords, but I’m definitely far behind you, Lao Zhao.”

“But Military Advisor Zhao, I wonder what you have to say so that the troops can reduce their losses in the following street battles.”

 Cheng Xiazi was originally in the front row eating melon online. Seeing the two people in front of him noisily, he wanted to take out a handful of peanuts. I have known Li Yunlong for so long, but this is the first time I have seen a political commissar make him feel defeated.

But when it came to business, he controlled his expression and stepped forward to participate in the discussion. After all, the 772nd Regiment had been stumped by this issue before.

Originally, Li Yunlong was just joking, but he didn't expect that the other party actually thought of a solution.

It is indeed Zhao Gang's first time to participate in a large-scale battle, but he has read a lot of books and has abundant tactical reserves, and he has read many similar tactical examples. In a sense, the two managers of the new second regiment have a lot of clever ideas for fighting.

Political Commissar Zhao felt the wind direction with his eyes closed, and then said to everyone present:

“Napoleon said that kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. Judging from the current weather and wind direction, the best method is of course to attack with fire.”

"Our two regiments have more than enough troops to surround Lujiazhuang. We don't need to talk about humanity with the Japanese, we can just fire them up." After hearing this tactic, both Li Yunlong and Cheng Xiazi were a little ashamed.

Originally, one of them wanted to advance steadily and gradually, and the other planned to open the way with mortar grenades. But now it pales in comparison to Zhao Gang's tactics.

The two of them raised their thumbs up at the same time to express their approval, and said silently in their hearts: "Educated people are really dirty. Don't mess with this person in the future."

The rest of the story has no twists and turns, and the Japanese have no chance to resist.

Since Lujiazhuang is close to mountains and forests, most of the houses in the village are mainly made of wooden structures. In addition, the Japanese need fuel for cooking, so almost every household here has a pile of firewood.

The soldiers used the cover of darkness to crawl to a safe location, lit torches one by one and threw them in front of the house. There are no ordinary people here, so setting fires has no psychological burden at all.

 A few dozen minutes later, the fire was getting stronger and stronger due to the wind.

Amidst the double torment of thick smoke and fire, the Japanese finally gave up their defense and ran out of the house.

These little days of being responsible for logistics, they don’t have the will of the furry bear soldiers in "Stalingrad", and they don’t have the courage to fight the enemy even if they are on fire.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers waiting outside would naturally not be polite to the Japanese who dared to escape from Lujiazhuang. The barrage of rifles and light machine guns directly helped them return to the sea of ​​​​fire and be cremated.

 With the blessing of the northwest wind, the ashes of these animals were blown away without any chance of polluting the environment.

At the same time, the engineers sent by Cheng Xiazi along the Yuci line also successfully completed their tasks.

Under the cover of two companies of soldiers, they blew up six railway bridges from Lujiazhuang to Yuci one after another, dismantled all the rails, put up sleepers and burned them.

 After all the Japanese were burned cleanly, the 772nd Regiment and the New Second Regiment used the small river south of the village to put out the fire. The wind was a bit strong in the second half of the night, and the fire was likely to burn into the mountains.

 Following this, the soldiers destroyed all facilities such as the water supply room, boardwalk room, and signal lights in the station. Zhang Dabiao also found an unexpected harvest in the ammunition depot, where there were a large number of weapons and ammunition.

 It includes Arisaka rifle bullets, melon grenades, grenade-specific grenades, etc. If these supplies were kept in the past, Cheng Xiazi and Li Yunlong would have been fighting over each other.

 But now both of their regiments have changed their equipment to a good degree. Except for some new recruits, few soldiers are still using Japanese weapons.

However, the two regiment leaders still discussed and divided the weapons and ammunition equally. Even if your own regiment doesn't need it, you can still take it back to the base area and distribute it to local troops. It would be a pity to blow it up.

Just as the two regiment commanders were counting ammunition losses and casualties, the portable phones they carried suddenly rang at the same time.

Along with the heartbreaking male voice, Li Yunlong also heard the panting of the war horse, and the sound was gradually becoming clearer.

“All channel calls! All channel calls! This is Yangquan Shinao Mountain, friendly forces with spare capacity please come quickly for reinforcements!”

 “A tribute to my favorite full-band jammer”

This request for help lasted for a full five minutes and seemed to be beyond the reception range.

 (End of this chapter)