Costume Mountains and Rivers

Shen Peinan's headquarters was built on the south slope and east foot of Hulu Mountain. There is a large open space in front of it, and the gentle hillside is further down. With this construction method, the movement of the enemy troops on both sides of the mountain can be seen at a glance, and from bottom to top Only a high hill can be seen, and the headquarters is hidden in the dense forest.

When Mo Qinghe arrived, he found that the tactics this time were different from the previous ones. Shen Peinan deliberately restrained the troops and did not show the momentum to rush down the mountain, but organized the main force into a huge circle, and the engineers dug trenches and built fortifications at the edge of the open space , making a gesture to lure the enemy into the depths.

This defensive-for-offensive layout took advantage of a flaw. The little Japanese soldiers were strong and strong, but the encircling front was stretched too long, and the depth was obviously insufficient. This hot potato has been coveted for a long time, and they will not give up easily. When they can't bear it and rush into the firepower range, the enemy will be clear and the enemy will be hidden, and the shells will be fired. Taking advantage of the terrain, one will hit one, and ten will fight ten. When the enemy's soldiers are exhausted, the soldiers will dive down from a high place like a flood, tearing a gap and breaking through!

However, this kind of deployment is passive, and it is completely forced. It has been nearly half a month after being besieged, and the bullets provided by individual soldiers have dropped from 150 to one third of the original. A head-to-head charge with heavy weapons such as airplanes and cannons would be death.

Forced by the situation, every bullet must exert its maximum value!

According to the original plan, a death squad of the third division under Shen Peinan lay in ambush in the woods on the mountainside for a whole night. At [-]:[-] in the morning, the charge horn sounded on time. They raided the Japanese garrison in one go, destroyed the outpost, and started the first battle with their shell guns.

The death squads were quickly annihilated by the fierce sniping. At the same time, dozens of howitzers on the top of the mountain opened fire suddenly, and shells exploded in the center of the Japanese camp!This inexplicable sneak attack drove the Japanese soldiers crazy. Just as they rushed to fight back, hundreds of landmines buried under the valley road exploded, and the heavy-fire sniper point ambushed at the foot of the mountain also started a fierce attack. .

At the national army position on the top of Calabash Mountain, Mo Qinghe followed Sun Jicheng's order and had just spread out the team at the designated position when he was summoned back with a password.

In the early morning light, he hurried into the compound of the general headquarters. The last secret meeting of the generals of the national army had just ended, the door was wide open, and the officers came out one after another.Mo Qinghe got permission, and rushed in a few steps, but saw Shen Peinan standing by the table, already changed into combat uniform, admiring the two Japanese sabers on the shelf as if nothing had happened.

"Report!" Mo Qinghe put his heels together and gave a military salute, "Military seat, are you looking for me?"

Hearing the sound, Shen Peinan's frowning brows relaxed, and he turned around and nodded at him: "It's just in time, the good stuff at the bottom of the box, I'm not even willing to give it to the commander of the war zone, you pick one back and use it as a command knife."

"Don't tell me, the knives made by Little Japan are better than those made by our own military factory."

His tone was gentle, and Mo Qinghe let out a sigh of relief, changing his attitude when they were alone.

The two sabers are both made in the style of samurai swords, with black shark skin handles with intricate gold decorations, and Japanese characters engraved on the swords.Mo Qinghe took out a handle casually, and the gleaming blade came out of the sheath with a cold metallic smell.

As soon as he held it in his hand, Mo Qinghe immediately felt the difference. This knife was cold, heavy, and elastic. It was completely different from the ones seized from the hands of Japanese officials in the past. He couldn't help admiring: "Good guy, have you seen blood?"

Shen Peinan didn't answer, pulled out the other handle, turned around abruptly, stood up with his feet back and forth, grasped the handle of the knife tightly with both hands and slashed down in the air, the point of the knife was facing Mo Qinghe.

"I've seen blood, there are dozens if not hundreds, Chinese and Japanese." He squinted his eyes, staring at the sharp point of the knife, "Xiao Mo, I taught you how to shoot and ride. I can trust you, but I don’t know if you can fight a bayonet with a little devil with your fancy fists and embroidered legs?”

"Hand-to-hand combat is the basic quality of a professional soldier. At the last moment, it can achieve the glory of a soldier." Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly drew his knife and swept it horizontally. The sharp blade went straight to Mo Qinghe's neck. He held the saber to block, the two sabers collided, and only heard the sound of clang. He was shocked by the force of the saber and took a step back, his tiger's mouth tingling slightly.

Mo Qinghe steadied her footsteps, put on a defensive posture hastily, and said in astonishment: "When is it so you want to teach me how to use a knife?"

Shen Peinan ignored him, frowned, and approached again and again with bows left and right, Mo Qinghe retreated while dodging, knocking over several chairs, and with a bang, the two knives were firmly connected together, and he used all his strength to eat Nai Li vigorously raised the knife to block, clenching his teeth tightly, his arm strength was not as strong as Shen Peinan's, the knife was getting lower and lower, the back of the knife was sticking to his face, and he was about to be wiped on his neck by one point, Mo Qinghe's forehead was full of blue veins , short in stature, the saber suddenly dropped from his hand, and rolled several times on the ground.

He was so frightened that he half-kneeled and took a few breaths, cursing, "What's wrong with you, the front line is all messed up, you still have fucking time to play with this..."

Shen Peinan walked up to him, looked down at him from a high position, and said indifferently: "Xiao Mo, if you command 2000 people, you can say whatever you want. When you have 4 to [-] people, one day you will even command a group of dozens of people." Wan's group army, you must learn not to show your emotions, even if you are anxious to hang yourself, you can't let people see it."

He leaned over to pick up the knife, threw it to Mo Qinghe, suddenly changed his face, and roared: "Come again!"

Mo Qinghe turned over and stood up like a kite, holding the knife in both hands, stabilizing the lower body, his chest heaved and heaved, and he followed it seriously. He saw the corners of Shen Peinan's mouth twitching slightly, and there was murderous intent in his eyes. He knew Shen Peinan too well. Knowing that Shen Peinan is not as calm as he appears, he is nervous. He is just as worried about the success or failure of this decisive battle as he is. This kind of nervousness cannot be expressed in front of his subordinates. When it has accumulated to a certain extent, it can only be vented with sweat and fighting. One two!

Mo Qinghe gritted his teeth and nodded. He was not used to this narrow long knife, so he simply held it with one hand and used it as a Chinese-style sword. Even stabbing at his face and wrists, Shen Peinan was stronger than him, his muscles were as tight as a leopard's, and his saber skills were domineering and fierce. Every time he slashed, he tried his best, but when he got close to the vital point, he quickly stopped, Mo Qinghe was at a disadvantage, dropped the saber a few times, scrambled and hid for a while, and gradually touched the doorway, the two sides would not give in to each other, sweating profusely, staring at each other like trapped animals , There was almost a fierce light in his eyes.

The sound of cannons outside the window became more and more violent, and the location of the firing point was getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain, but the room was silent, except for the metal sound of two sabers colliding, the sound of moving footsteps, and one or two muffled groans. There was a knock at the door, and Shen Peinan's chief of staff pushed the door open and yelled, "Oh ancestor, how did this hit you?"

Mo Qinghe was slashing at Shen Peinan's shoulder with a knife, but was interrupted by an outsider, unable to hold back the momentum, her footsteps swayed, and with a bang, she cut off a corner of the long mahogany table, and then stood still.

Shen Peinan glared at him: "Look at something, do you guys have money to pay for it?"

Mo Qinghe wiped off her sweat and felt that her whole body was invigorated. The impatience she felt just now had completely subsided. She thought that in the future, she would also need to strengthen close combat practice in the team, which would not only improve the physical fitness of the soldiers, but also He could still calm the fire, so he picked up his military uniform jacket and put it on his body, and responded with a smile: "The Central Army is very rich, and the military seat doesn't care about such a small amount of money."

Shen Peinan put the saber back into its sheath, put the saber on the shelf, and said to the staff: "How is it?"

The staff officer nodded, and said in a low voice: "The [-] Regiment stood firm, with more than half of the casualties, it's almost overwhelmed."

Shen Peinan snorted coldly from his nose, and asked back: "Can't stand it?"

"Regardless of casualties, even if there is not one left, give me another 10 minutes. When this battle is over, I will make up for all the lost manpower and ammunition!" Shen Peinan looked at his watch, "The First Division where?"

"It's already gone down the mountain, and there's no news yet. The radio station can't be contacted."

Shen Peinan supported the table, tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously, and waved his hand for a long time. He was always decisive in the battle, and the staff retreated. Although Mo Qinghe didn't fully understand, he had already noticed that Nanpo was attacking from the front. The price was too high, and such a bewildered style of play was not in line with Shen Peinan's style, so he vaguely guessed that there was another reason for this arrangement.Seeing his doubts, Shen Peinan walked up to the topographic map hanging on the wall, clenched his right hand and put it on the south slope, but slid his left hand down along the east foot, drew a circle, and went around to the side and rear of Little Japan!

Mo Qinghe stared at his right fist, her heart skipped a beat: "You mean a feint?"

Shen Peinan smiled: "Smart."

He picked up a pen and explained while gesticulating like he was leading a student. Mo Qinghe immediately understood that the troops sent to the south slope are just to lure the enemy by deceiving defeat, and to make the illusion of fighting with all their strength to attract the enemy's firepower. The real purpose was to attack the east and attack the west. While the soldiers at the southern foot were desperately guarding their positions, another army broke through from the small road and took advantage of the weakness of the Japanese army's insufficient depth to airborne behind the enemy.

This is exactly as Mo Qinghe expected, but what he didn't expect was that Shen Peinan really dared to bet that if he used this trick, it meant that the main force of the national army in the mountains and all the commanders, including himself, had become bait .

In other words, the key to victory lies in whether the firepower of the main force at the southern foot can provide enough time for the team that secretly descended from the eastern foot to go around the enemy's rear, and then attack from both sides!

"I'm fed up with protracted battles with him. If you want to bet, you can bet a big game!" Shen Peinan's eyes lit up. Mo Qinghe's shoulder, lowered his head and asked him: "Do you regret not leaving?"

There was a faint man's sweat in the room, Mo Qinghe met his gaze, and smiled slyly: "It's right, I also like to play like this."

The two were discussing tactics at the headquarters. On the short hill opposite, Japanese Lieutenant General Shinnosuke Okazaki was holding up a telescope and observing the rising smoke and artillery fire from the southern foot of Calabash Mountain, his face flushed with excitement.

Okazaki is short and strong. He is a well-known power supremacist. It is said that his ancestors were samurai. He strictly abides by the professional ethics of soldiers in training soldiers and commanding battles. From a tactical point of view, he is a bit brainy, but he wins in Vigorous and stubborn, once caught by him, it is like a crocodile gnashing its teeth, and will never give up until the fish dies.

Okazaki, like all Japanese military officers, has been harassed by the Eighth Route Army for the past few years, and he thinks it is a shame to the soldiers. However, he suffered a big loss at the hands of this group of low-level troops in the last battle Therefore, he was aggrieved and wanted to fight to the death with Shen Peinan's regular troops. He observed the movement of the national army and thought that they were purely a battle of trapped beasts. It's time to serve His Majesty the Emperor!He wants to eat up this American-style national army in one go, and save face for Great Japan!

He had originally planned to launch a general attack these two days, but Shen Peinan would have taken the lead, anyway, holding the binoculars, he sneered in his heart, the confrontation had lasted long enough, and he had run out of patience, so why not treat the attack as a defense, completely Destroy this army!

He made a decisive decision and gave the order to attack with all his strength.Immediately, rows of Japanese soldiers in yellow dungaree military uniforms and steel helmets assembled in the valley, flooding up the hills like flood gates!

The battle lasted for almost two hours, and the handover of short-handed soldiers was close to intense heat. The Maxim heavy machine gun sprayed flames, sweeping down rows of Japanese soldiers trying to rush up like beans, and the national army performing guard missions on the mountainside. Soldiers from the [-]rd and [-]nd Regiment were scattered in the trenches, throwing grenades out in bundles. The artillery shells opened the way, followed by machine guns. Half of the hillside was blown into a piece of scorched earth, and the bullets blasted out strands of sand and dust. However, the Japanese soldiers' offensive became more and more The more fierce it became, the group of short soldiers in yellow tweed uniforms seemed to have no fear at all. They pushed forward in the morning mist with difficulty, the soldiers in front were swept down, and the soldiers behind them made up.

Shen Peinan's round was originally intended to lure the enemy up the mountain, and did not defend with all his strength. Soon, the firepower points of the national army halfway up the mountain were removed one by one, and the casualties became more and more serious. The machine gunner died, and the battalion commander rushed to make up for it. The head of the regiment stared at the watch over and over again, sweating on his forehead, and just as the pointer pointed to the predetermined position, he breathed a sigh of relief and shouted: "Everyone retreat! Go up the mountain!"

At the same time, the compound of the national army general headquarters on the top of the mountain was in a mess. People from the communication team and the staff office took turns running to Shen Peinan's room. Hearing that the front line had retreated and the Japanese were frantically attacking the top of the mountain, Shen Peinan was satisfied. Smashing the table: "Okay, it's finally here!"

It was almost six o'clock in the morning, the sky was bright, and the weather seemed to be helping. The sun did not rise. The sky was a piece of rice paper with light ink, gray and damp. The Japanese planes did not dare to fly low. As soon as he emerged, he was attacked by heavy machine guns.

Mo Qinghe was detained at the command post, holding up his binoculars to enjoy himself. He heard the gunfire getting closer and closer, a red flare exploded in the air, and the little devil broke into the fire range of the high ground!

The soldiers of the national army at the top of the mountain were ordered to immediately cheer up. Taking the regiment as a unit, under the command of their respective commanders, light and heavy machine guns, earth cannons, mountain cannons, and bundles of grenades fell like rocks from the sky. The Japanese soldiers on the hillside opened fire!

The advantages of Shen Peinan's adoption of this kind of layout were immediately apparent. The Japanese soldiers charged frantically, but they couldn't even see the faces of the soldiers of the national army. Looking up the paper, they saw rows of bunkers that were swept away by bullets and smoked.For half an hour, the Japanese army was forced to not advance a step, and the corpses in yellow tweed uniforms piled up like a mountain.

Okazaki began to get anxious. He held up the binoculars in one hand and pressed the saber on his waist with the other. He was secretly surprised. He thought that Shen Peinan had run out of ammunition and food, but he didn't expect to hide so many belongings, this cunning old fox!

He was not the only one who had the same thought. The battle line was too close to the headquarters, the shells shook the ground slightly, and the roof kept falling dust. Mo Qinghe distinguished the movements of different weapons, and turned around to admire Shen Peinan: "Oh, what a surprise! Landlord!"

"No wonder they all cut their heads and ran to the Central Army. Hey, I know why the Jinsui Army keeps getting on with you all the time. This is jealousy!" He was happy, and looked at Shen Peinan with a smile, "Hey, we are working together this time." Fighting, after you finish fighting these small Japanese, share the spoils, you eat meat, and don’t forget to give us some soup, you all use American guns, and my people are still using Hanyang.”

Shen Peinan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he figured out why this gang of communists couldn't get a penny of military pay, and they were able to expand their army by 60 to [-] while fighting the Japanese. Putting down the binoculars, he bowed his head and kissed Mo Qinghe's face: "There are plenty of good things." , Captain Mo simply defected and followed me. In the future, we will give as many people as we want, and we will pay as much as we want. Don’t talk about soup, let’s eat hot and spicy food. Maybe we can marry two or three girls, two or three Once the year is over, I have a son..."

Mo Qinghe glared at him angrily: "Shut up!"

Shen Peinan thought it was funny for him to be obedient in the past, but now it's even more interesting to be arrogant, so he couldn't help laughing, hugged him, and kissed him hard on the face.

More and more Japanese soldiers were killed and wounded on the hillside. The enemy army began to change its strategy. Instead of attacking hard, it let the engineers build trenches in the rear. The soldiers hid in the trenches and advanced layer by layer. Now the national army disappeared. The idea was that the bullets couldn't find where they landed, not only couldn't stop the little Japanese devil's upward momentum, but was knocked out by several of the most powerful machine guns in a row.

The chief of staff came to report several times on the battle situation, and spread out the map to measure the distance between the two armies. Shen Peinan's face was not very good, and he asked in a low voice: "Is there any progress with the First Division?"

The chief of staff showed concern, "It's slower than expected, Donglu is also fighting, and we haven't made a breakthrough yet."

Shen Peinan frowned and pondered for a moment: "Wait a minute, tell Sun Jicheng that even if he fights with the devils and throws stones with bayonets, he will support me! When necessary, all go down the mountain to attack the Japanese army, leaving no one behind!"

Sun Jicheng led a special warfare team built by Shen Peinan with a lot of money. They were well-equipped, and all the soldiers were proficient in tactics.However, Shen Peinan knew in his heart that this battle seemed to be vigorous, but more than half of the ammunition reserves had been supplied to the breakout troops at Donglu, and the headquarters could not hold on for long.

Mo Qinghe was worried about the situation of the soldiers, said "I'll go out and have a look", and rushed out with her hands.

The situation on the front line was fairly safe. Soldiers hid behind their bunkers and fired. The air was filled with the smell of hot sulfur. They have never coexisted peacefully like they are now. The military uniforms in a trench are green and gray, with canine teeth intertwined in one place, and the cats are carrying boxes of ammunition to the front line.

Mo Qinghe groped all the way, and saw Sun Jicheng, who was sitting behind a bunker panting heavily, with a Czech light machine gun beside him, his face was covered with dust, his eyebrows were scorched and bald, and he lost the slightest bit of flair. .Mo Qinghe rolled over to his side and took off the kettle on his waist. Sun Jicheng's throat was full of ashes, he nodded gratefully, grabbed the kettle and poured it wildly, then raised his head, glanced behind Mo Qinghe, and suddenly blurted out: "Fuck!"

Shen Peinan appeared out of nowhere and scolded him with a black face: "You want to rebel, I dare to fuck you!"

Sun Jicheng was anxious: "Senior, what are you doing out here? I'll send someone to take you back to the headquarters. It's not safe here."

"It's okay, I know." Shen Peinan sat leaning against the stone wall, glanced at his watch, "how's it going?"

Sun Jicheng didn't have the strength to argue with him, nodded and said: "The good news is that more than 2000 little devils have died, and the corpses are so piled up that we can't see the way. rice, are all hidden in the trenches, we are running out of ammunition, and no one dares to shoot indiscriminately."

He took another sip of water and swallowed hard: "If they push another ten meters, it's okay, the headquarters must retreat!"

While talking, a Japanese soldier in the opposite trench straightened up and wanted to shoot, but before he could raise his gun, he was already beaten into a sieve, and Sun Jicheng shouted: "The military seat came to see us in person, brothers, stand up for me!" ! And those mud legs that are neither fancy nor useful, your regiment leader is here too!"

Mo Qinghe was so angry that he wanted to beat him up. Half of the steel helmet was exposed from behind the earthen wall not far away, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Captain!"

It was the voice of the Fourth Battalion Commander, and just at once, a stream of bullets was fired from the opposite side, sending dust flying from the earthen wall. Fortunately, he dodged quickly, otherwise he might end up in the same fate as the Japanese soldier.

Shen Peinan yelled at him harshly: "Back up, hold me back, use the machine gun if the shells run out, use the bayonet if the machine gun runs out! You can't even last three hours, I'll feed you for nothing! "

He said it easily, but he also knows that once the little devils break through into the range, they don't need to show their heads, and the bombs thrown by the baskets are enough to drink a pot here, let alone close hand-to-hand combat. He has always paid attention to combat training. A little devil can overwhelm two or three national troops with his bare hands. Without the terrain advantage and ammunition support, the tens of thousands of national troops in the mountains are a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

When his life was hanging by a thread, there was still no movement from the first division that had descended from the eastern foot of the mountain. Shen Peinan glanced at the eastern sky. There was only thick black smoke and red fire around him, and the signal flares were still on.

Mo Qinghe secretly grabbed Shen Peinan's hand, and rubbed his thumb against his palm, feeling damp and covered with cold sweat.

The fierce battle lasted for another ten minutes. A correspondent came up to Sun Jicheng. After hearing what he said, Sun Jicheng's expression changed suddenly, and he said, "Military seat, you should withdraw immediately. I will stand here!"

Shen Peinan understood the situation, without saying a word, he pulled Mo Qinghe and ran back. Just as he retreated to the rear, a series of grenades flew into the air from the Japanese positions