"Boss Hu, why don't you let the second row fight head-on here?"
Luo Fugui looked unwilling, his eyes bulged, and his voice became louder.
"Aren't you number one in the group? I'll help you!"
"I... I swear to God... I didn't say that! How many soldiers do I have?"
Hu Yi no longer paid attention to the crying bear and shifted his gaze: "Tian Sanqi, you are on the right wing of the second platoon. Exit the village and move at least 300 meters north. You are allowed to retreat but not advance."
Looking at the green fields in the north of the village, Tian Sanqi was unhappy. The right wing was obviously not suitable for the enemy to encircle it. There was probably nothing else to do except firing long-range shots: "Captain, I want to attack from the front."
"I'm sorry, but you're the worst platoon leader. Start with the reserve team."
Tian Sanqi was stunned on the spot, and he ran over, not knowing that this was Luo Fugui's shameless line. Thinking of the last battle when he failed to hold on to the second platoon, he had nothing to refute, holding the rifle with a sharp bayonet in his right hand.
"Before Ma Liang comes back, I will lead a platoon to take charge of the left wing. We are expected to fight until the main force of the Japanese arrives. Don't just stand there, make arrangements quickly."
After Hu Yi finished speaking, he turned around and left, and so did Tian Sanqi, leaving the Crying Bear speechless and alone, bathing in the desolate morning glow. It was cold even without wind, and it was chilly up there.
There was another idiot who didn't even blink. Wang Baoku didn't understand. Wasn't this just a fight with the Japanese? The Third Platoon had so few people in the front? This could only be considered a squad, right? How much did the Ninth Company Commander dislike this Platoon Leader Luo? However, this Platoon Leader Luo was even more destructive. He actually shirked responsibility as soon as he opened his mouth. Where was the honor of a soldier? The Ninth Company was really in trouble!
…
The intersection at the west end of Xinghua Village is not a small area. Even if the medical soldier He Gensheng and Wang Baoku from the third company are added, there are only eleven people in the third platoon of the ninth company. Is it possible to stop the Japanese head-on
Wang Xiaosan advised Xiong: "Mule, please accept my condolences. At least you still have my flower machine!"
Xiao Hongying scolded Xiong: "You deserve it! You are just a boaster. This time, count on me to kill the Japanese squad leader!"
Waste said: "Platoon leader, the company commander didn't tell us to hold on, right? Can't we just fight an opening and then retreat?"
Li Xiang was calmly adjusting the grenade launcher, Tang Dagou was curled up in the corner with his gun in his arms, and Xu Xiao was ready to go: "Sergeant, where is the machine gun stand?" The more ignorant one is, the less afraid of trouble.
He sighed, "Boss Hu, Boss Hu... You are forcing me... What else do I have on hand besides a few idiots?"
Wang Baoku reminded: "Isn't it time to set up the position?"
“Shut up!” Xiong’s face darkened, and he found his target with a belly full of grievances: “This is what you, the unlucky guy, did! Do you think fighting is just about putting up guns and firing your guns? All of you in the third company were rescued by Boss Hu and me, what qualifications do you have to butt in? Damn it, how many shovels and pickaxes do you have in your company? And you’re still telling me to set up positions? Arrangement... Arrangement... cough cough... uh…” Halfway through his anger, Xiong’s expression suddenly changed, and his tone subconsciously changed to a strange tone: “There’s still some time... It’s time to set up! Damn it... The Japs only have a front squad…”
This change in tone... was so severe that Tang Dagou couldn't bear to listen any longer and had to open his lazy eyes. Although he was not an old man from the Ninth Company, he already knew what kind of person this bear was. What the hell was he saying
He was so tall that when he stood up, the ground and walls shook. He put his hands on his fat waist, his back was against the glow of the sunset, and he raised his ugly face with a fierce look in his eyes, looking west fiercely. In an instant, he looked like a great general, with an iron-blooded demeanor and a backbone of steel. He looked like the smallest of all the other mountains. He was as brilliant as Marshal Tianpeng who had descended to the earth, and shocked all the idiots.
"Who am I? I'm a machine gunner! What am I afraid of?"
"…" These idiots don't say anything. Do you feel guilty? Just act it out yourself!
"Come on, follow me, the platoon leader, to set up the position." Xiong supported himself on the low wall, climbed over it to the west, and walked into the open field.
"Are you possessed by a ghost? Where are you going? If you want to run, you have to go east!"
After walking through more than a hundred meters of farmland and more than a hundred meters of wasteland, Xiong stopped and said to Li Xiang who had caught up with him, "Just think of yourself as a small artilleryman of the Japanese army coming from the west. What position do you choose? Let's see."
Li Xiang became the first person to understand Luo Fugui's intention. He continued to walk westward without hesitation, looking back from time to time to check the distance, considering the best shooting range, the best angle, considering cover, avoiding trees (because the grenade launcher has a high shooting angle), carefully choosing his position, and soon began to raise his hand to point out positions one by one.
Luo Fugui is not a half-baked person. After following Hu Yi until now, he has not only become a professional machine gunner, but his tactical skills, although not as good as Ma Liang's, are also not comparable to ordinary people. He knows in his heart that once the battle starts, the Japanese vanguard squad will not be able to face the front in full force, and will at least send a squad to attack the flank. The terrain in the north is not suitable for outflanking and there is the second platoon there. The Japanese are expected to go around to the south and will sooner or later run into the first platoon on the left wing. No matter whether the first platoon is commanded by Hu Lao Da or Ma Liang, none of the Japanese squads will be in good condition, so the flank is not one of his concerns.
Therefore, the Japanese forces that the third platoon should be facing head-on should be two squads, twenty or so infantrymen, two light machine gun groups, and one or two grenade launchers; among them, Luo Fugui is most afraid of the grenade launchers that can blow him into a dog, so this bear has to help the Japanese arrange their positions in advance, so that the Japanese grenade launchers will appear in the desired positions, so that they don't have to look for them or guess after the battle starts. What a sinister intention.
But the battlefield was quite wide. Li Xiang pointed out more than a dozen possible locations. Some of them were behind dense bushes. This was not difficult to deal with. He had Wu Shitou, an engineer who always had a shovel in his hand, and a few garlics to help him. Chop it! Chop it into pieces so that no one could hide.
The remaining positions were all pits, which was difficult to deal with. It was too late to fill them now. Unexpectedly, such an unsolvable problem did not stump the hero Luo. He pushed Wang Baoku into a shallow pit that could be used as a grenade launcher on the spot: "Take off your pants and pull them out for me!"
"ah?"
"Bullshit! Do I need to teach you how to poop? I'm telling you the rest. Whether you have poop or not, find a hole to squat in. Be careful not to poop in a pile, but in a line, or even better, in a big piece! Except for the one that Li Xiang wants to leave behind." Then the bear untied his own belt and called his follower, "Xiao He, come on, follow the squad leader and poop in that big hole together!"
In a blink of an eye, all the soldiers in the third platoon of the ninth company were squatting, leaving only Li Xiang standing at the position he was most satisfied with. He was hesitant, not wanting to place grenades at this position, because this position might be reached by other devils first, and then given to the grenade launcher, and it was not safe to place booby traps. So, Li Xiang took this position as the starting point, walked back step by step, and carefully measured the distance. With the target located in advance, he had a high probability of hitting the target!
All the idiots were having a very comfortable poop, except Comrade Wang Baoku, who was in a very complicated mood. He was suffering from painful constipation and gasping for breath. He would never forget this poop for the rest of his life.
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The morning sun finally jumped out of the eastern mountain with great effort, the sunset turned to blue, and the sunlight illuminated the east wall.
To the west of Xinghua Village, a Czech light machine gun was mounted on a low wall. Luo Fugui sat at the foot of the wall, squinting in the sun. Yi Er was lying on the wall to the right of the machine gun, lazily holding a few machine gun magazines; Xu Xiao was sitting cross-legged on the wall to the left of the machine gun, looking up with excess energy, watching the clouds in the sky change.
More than ten meters to the right of the machine gun position, Xiao Hongying stepped on the pile of rags and stuck her head out above the corner, holding up her sergeant's telescope and continuously observing to the west. Wu Shitou sat next to the garbage pile under her, happily eating a dry steamed bun; more than ten meters to the right of the observation position, Li Xiang half-knelt behind a large millstone and stuck his head out, simulating aiming at the 'fishing' position to the west over and over again. Waste temporarily became Li Xiang's assistant, impatiently accompanying Li Xiang in doing simulated shooting actions.
More than ten meters to the right of the grenade launcher, Tang Dagou and Wang Xiaosan were huddled in the corner, whispering and mocking each other. The four points were a little further back, and Wang Baoku came to He Gensheng's side. He didn't know where he should be, so he asked He Gensheng helplessly: "Why don't you put the machine gun in the middle but on the left?"
He Gensheng smiled shyly, "Machine guns attract attention. Once a fight starts, bullets and shells will all head for the machine guns. If we put them in the middle, people will be killed. So we put them at one end, and after a while, we move them to the other end. We switch positions back and forth, and both ends are machine gun positions. The girl is the observation position, and the big dog is the cover position. Even though there are only a few people in the third row, we have all the rules. Conversely, the Japs are the same."
Holding the telescope, Xiao Hongying's voice suddenly brightened: "Ma Liang is back! It seems that the Japanese are here!"
"Fuck, come and see!" Luo Fugui had no choice but to stand up. Without even shaking off the dust, he tore open his broken gong and shouted, "Get your weapons! Hit the devils when you see them! No matter how far they are, let them move over here slowly. Only when they come over calmly will he be able to find a good nest."
Soon, several exhausted figures ran into the west village entrance in a panic. The leader was Ma Liang, whose eyes were bloodshot. His military uniform was soaked with sweat and stained with mud. His empty water bottle occasionally made a sound with his steps. He answered Xiao Hongying's question with heavy breath, "Three miles at most! The search team is ahead! The two squadrons are behind, and it is estimated that there is about three quarters of a mile to go."
After he finished speaking, he pulled out Wu Shitou's water bottle from behind his waist, tilted his sweaty neck back and gulped down the water.
Luo Fugui shouted, "Do you know how many small artillery pieces the leading team brought?"
Ma Liang put down the kettle and took a breath, regaining some of his spirits: "One. Where's the company commander? Hey? Are you fighting the front?"
"Go out of the village to the south, and your row will belong to Boss Hu." Luo Fugui was not in the mood to answer the second question.
It was only then that Ma Liang noticed a unfamiliar face. He half-bent over and rubbed his painful thigh, and greeted him casually: "You are the king of the third company..."
"Wang Baoku." Wang Baoku's expression was very dull. He was still surprised. How could Ma Liang complete this reconnaissance mission? How close was he to the devil? Did he even remember the small cannons
Ma Liang gave him a tired smile, then waved his hands to his subordinates who were about to fall to the ground: "Don't rest here! Let's go!" When passing by Luo Fugui, he said casually: "If you can't stand it, you have to send someone to deliver a notice! Don't sell me out!"
"You can come if you want! Do you think I am willing?"
Ma Liang went far south, but his last laugh still came back...