Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Kazuki Yamamoto held a white pawn and hesitated for a long time, put down the pawn and smiled wryly: "General, you have won!"

Shinozuka Yoshio said with a smile: "Yamamoto-kun, don't take a victory or loss too seriously. The imperial soldiers can win, and lose even more. One or two failures will not affect your final victory. Remember , don’t be paralyzed by hatred and humiliation.”

"Yes, thank you General for teaching me!"

As soon as Kazuki Yamamoto's voice fell, the intelligence agent walked in, "Report!"

"Come in."

"Hi! Your Excellency, Commander, the information about the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army has been sorted out."

"Read it!" Yoshio Shinozuka glanced at Kazuki Yamamoto and said calmly.

"Hi!" The Japanese military intelligence officer picked up the intelligence document and read: "Li Yunlong, head of the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, age unknown, preliminarily estimated to be less than 30 years old, appearance unknown, extremely low level of intelligence, possibly blind, military exploits: eliminated The Yamazaki Brigade destroyed the headquarters of the Sakata United Brigade and attacked the observation group.

The Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army has a strength of about 1000 people. It is an unorganized miscellaneous force. It has a small group of lone wolf commandos. The number of commandos is temporarily unknown. It once attacked Wanjia Town.

According to relevant information, the independent regiment's squad is similar in nature to Yamamoto Osamu's special forces. The general's attack this time may be the work of this Eighth Route Army commando. "

After reading the information, Kazuki Yamamoto fell silent. He still underestimated his opponent. Originally, he only regarded this Eighth Route Army team as an ordinary guerrilla team, but now it seems that if this Eighth Route Army team is left alone, it will be a big problem. This small team will bring countless troubles and dangers to the Japanese army.

In the admiration of Kazuki Yamamoto, Yoshio Shinozuka perfectly embodies the calmness and calmness that a commander should have. From the moment the intelligence officer reads the information to the time the intelligence is completely read, Yoshio Shinozuka's expression is the same It's as calm as water, and I can't see any thoughts in my heart.

"Go down!"

Yoshio Shinozuka called the intelligence agent back, and dropped his last sunspot in silence. A circle of sunspots formed, and Bai Zi completely lost his vitality.

"Yamamoto-kun, the Eighth Route Army in Jinzhong has been too rampant recently. I have already reported the information. The commander-in-chief ordered a big raid on Jinzhong around this winter. I made a battle plan, I call it the No. A battle plan, Yamamoto-kun has dealt with the independent regiment many times, and even fought against the small team of the independent regiment, I would like to hear your suggestion on my battle plan. "

"All ears!"

"First, the Eighth Route Army has been entrenched in Jinzhong for many years. We have repeatedly raided but failed to uproot them. This time, the plan I made was to lead the Eighth Route Army headquarters. There is an old Chinese saying that captures the thief first. The Eighth Route Army's grasp of radio is extremely limited. This time, I found specialized personnel to use radio direction finding technology to directly lock the specific position of the Eighth Route Army headquarters and destroy the command system of the Eighth Route Army headquarters in the first place. This point requires Yamamoto-kun to attack again.

Second, in this big sweep, we must follow the commander-in-chief's three-light policy, burn them all, kill them all, and rob them all. The Eighth Route Army has always believed that they are fish and the people are like water. Let's drain the water they depend on to see if they still survive How can I survive.

Thirdly, I have specifically confessed to the [-]th Brigade and sent heavy troops to besiege the Independent Regiment. Sakata, the commander of the [-]th Brigade, died in the hands of Li Yunlong, and Yamazaki Zhihei was also killed by the Independent Regiment. The forces behind him are still waiting for us To avenge him!This time, the Independent Regiment must be completely wiped out. "

At the end, Yoshio Shinozuka, who prided himself on being calm, could not help but tinge coldness and anger in his tone.

"Yamamoto-kun, do you have any suggestions for my No. A battle plan?"

Yamamoto thought for a while and said bluntly: "General, just now you were teaching me not to be paralyzed by hatred and humiliation, but with all due respect, your plan has already taken on the color of personal revanchism."

Shinozuka Yoshio's words were a bit reprimanded, and said: "Yamamoto-kun, don't forget, this is to wash away your shame! The blood on my arm has not been drained, how can I forget the shame in my heart. Do you understand? ?”

"Hi!" Yamamoto had nothing to say. In his heart, why didn't he want to tear the independent regiment, Li Yunlong, and Han Feng's commando into pieces.

However, the majestic Lieutenant General Yoshio Shinozuka regarded a small independent regiment as a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh. old devil.

This time, Yoshio Shinozuka made up his mind to take revenge, and Li Yunlong was about to enjoy the treatment of the boss of the Eighth Route Army.

It’s just a small regiment leader, but he was actually missed by a lieutenant general commander of the Japanese army. I really don’t know if Lao Li would laugh and brag everywhere when he knew this situation: Look, my head is about to catch up. The boss's head is gone.

Of course, Lao Li won't know all this. Lao Li is worrying these days!Why worry? The worrying winter is coming again. When this winter comes, the life of the team becomes sad again. The team is growing day by day, but the food and supplies in the regiment are getting stretched day by day.

Lao Li is not mature, and his temper is also impatient. He is in a bad mood when he is worried, especially his partner Zhao Gang has caught a cold these days and fell ill. Li Yunlong's shoulder.

Now Li Yunlong has finally realized the happiness of having a good political commissar. When Zhao Gang was in good health, except for fighting, he would scold this and that one day, carry a bottle of wine and look for drinking buddies, lazily Bask in the sun and live as comfortably as his mother's landlord Lao Cai all day.

But now Zhao Gang fell ill all of a sudden, coupled with the lack of resources in the regiment headquarters, Li Yunlong was busy with all kinds of chores, and he couldn't sort out his ideas.

Only in front of Zhao Gang, Li Yunlong pretended to be okay: "Old Zhao, don't worry! That is, with our old Li here, what can happen? Isn't it just something wrong with Sesame Mung Bean! You Just rest assured and have a good rest, I am still waiting for a good old Zhao to teach me how to learn Chinese culture!"

Who would have thought that the deputy head of Xing would find Zhao Gang within a few days, and cried out: "Political commissar! You should think of a way! The head of the group has a bad temper these days, and he will scold whoever he catches!"

"Old Xing, what's the matter? What happened?"

"Political commissar, the supplies in the regiment are no longer enough for the soldiers to survive the winter. Once you fall ill, all the miscellaneous affairs of the regiment leader for the past few days will fall on the head of the regiment leader. When the regiment leader is upset, his temper will become bad. Let's help the leader find a way!"

200 Han Feng's Idea

The winter in Jindi is bitingly cold and icy. It doesn’t have to be deep winter, but at the beginning, people who can be blown by the cold wind will shiver. If you don’t wear more cotton-padded clothes, A pair of gloves, and soon you will find that your body and hands are not your own, only stiffness.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army must be the most frost-resistant group. When the bears with fat and thick fur were so cold that they had to hibernate in their burrows, they wore worn-out thin shirts and gritted their teeth in the cold wind. You have to fight to the death with severe cold.

Some fighters lost their fight and closed their eyes in silence.

In the cruel age, a few people froze to death in the cold winter, it was normal for Sheila.

Han Feng has been feeling a lot in the past few days. There is some straw covered with a light quilt, and the body is rolled up, which is the environment for sleeping, but how can it keep out the cold?Many soldiers fell ill because of this, the same problem as political commissar Zhao Gang committed a cold!

Han Feng wanted to do something, but he was helpless. The current difficult situation of the Eighth Route Army was by no means something that Han Feng could change. He was powerless. This was the truest portrayal of the current situation.

When Han Feng went to see Zhao Gang, he heard Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang talking before entering the door.

Li Yunlong said: "Old Zhao! You can recuperate at ease! I am the only one in this group!"

Zhao Gang said: "Old Li, how long are you going to keep it from me?"

"Who, who the hell dares to report me?"

"Old Li, don't swear at others. I know everything about the situation in the regiment. I am the political commissar of the independent regiment. How can you not let me know about these things?"

Li Yunlong knew that he couldn't hide the matter, and said with a wry smile: "Old Zhao, you are still sick! How can I bother you with such a shit."

Zhao Gang's eyes turned hot, he knew that this was not a fart, but a major issue related to whether the soldiers of the independent regiment could survive this winter, but Li Yunlong was afraid that he would worry about it, so he would make his illness worse, so he carried it all on his shoulders.

What kind of comrade-in-arms is this!An unexplainable warm current flows through every blood of Zhao Gang.

"Lao Li, I'm sorry, it's because I'm too weak. I fell ill before I was doing well. Now all the affairs of the regiment fall on your shoulders. You have worked hard."

"Don't fart your motherfuckers. I don't have any other knowledge. When I was young, my parents told me that anyone can be disrespectful, but people must be respected. Why? That's all Qu Xingxia, I'm still waiting for your old Zhao to recover, pointing at my nose and scolding me to remind me!"

Li Yunlong was talking, and when he got emotional, he habitually took out a handful of shredded tobacco from his pocket, but there was no paper roll, so he looked around, pulled Zhao Gang's notebook over and tore a page, and then went on his own. Rolled up the tobacco.

Zhao Gang stared and said, "Why did you tear up my notebook again?"

"Isn't it just a few pages of paper? When I beat the devil, I will pay you back ten copies." Li Yunlong didn't take it seriously. He lit a match and ignited the cigarettes he made himself. The room was filled with the choking smell of smoke, and Zhao Gang was suffering from the cold, so he couldn't help coughing.

Li Yunlong quickly extinguished the cigarette, "I'm sorry, Lao Zhao, I forgot about this."

"You smoke it! It's just a little bit of smoke. No matter how weak my body is, I can bear it. It will make you feel better if you smoke it.

"Ugh"

"There is a lack of supplies in the regiment, and it's not a problem to sigh, we have to find a way."

Li Yunlong scolded: "What can I do, the little devil has become a coward for so long, and he hasn't shown his face for so long. Without the little devil doing a side job, the hard life of our independent group can't be improved."