The fields and mountains in winter look particularly empty. The northwest wind drilled into the mountains in the northwest of Shanxi, whistling sharply between the peaks and valleys, as if the exposed rocks were frozen and cracked. Everyone who was active outdoors seemed to have a pipe in his mouth, whistling white smoke. Li Yunlong ordered the scattered companies to conduct assassination training. There is no way to do this. The troops lack cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold, and people will freeze to death if they don't move around. Some companies only have one or two cotton coats, which can only be worn by sentries when they are on duty.
Li Yunlong thought that instead of letting the troops jump around in the cold, it is better to practice assassination, which not only sweats the body, but also improves the combat quality.
Zhao Gang, who only wore a single shirt, had a cold case, with a high fever of 39 degrees. When Li Yunlong was worried, he liked to scold the street. He scolded the sky, scolded the northwest wind and scolded the little devil, and his father and mother scolded God and the ancestors of the little devil. When Zhao Gang woke up from a coma and saw Li Yunlong swearing at the street, he apologized and said, "Old Li, the burden of my illness is placed on you. My body is too weak. Otherwise, I am a literati who is useless. Li Yunlong stared: "Where do you talk so much nonsense? Who doesn't have a headache? Why are literati useless? When I was young, my father told me that anyone can be disrespectful in this life, but a scholar must not be disrespectful. That is Wenquxing, isn't it? Ordinary people. In our village, my family is not the poorest. At least there are two acres of poor land. When the times are good, it’s no problem for the old family to have a full stomach. My father said that even if I die poor in this life, I should be allowed to study. The whole family I live frugally so that I can go to Mr. Private School to study. Unfortunately, after only three years of study, I caught up with the disaster year. I can’t afford to study even if I don’t have enough to eat ? I only learned " San Zi Jing" and "Hundred Family Surnames".You didn’t teach me how to live, I, Li Yunlong, still have a pot of mud in my head? I, Li Yunlong, burned high incense in my previous life, and when I met you, a great intellectual, shouldn’t I make offerings like a bodhisattva?” Zhao Gang weakly cursed : "You bastard, don't put a high hat on me..." "Look, look, how come you, a big intellectual, have learned to swear, you didn't learn from me, did you?" Zhao Gang opened his eyes and said: " We have to think of a way, if this continues we will be trapped to death. Cotton clothes are still a trivial matter, and it will be over after a while. The most serious problem is ammunition. Each person has less than five bullets, and a small-scale battle can be fought I'm sorry." Li Yunlong picked up Zhao Gang's notebook and wanted to tear it up for a cigarette.
Zhao Gang protested: "You don't touch my notebook, you will almost tear it all up." Li Yunlong snorted: "Stingy, a broken notebook is also a treasure. I will give you a new one in a few days, it is Japanese. " Zhao Gang's eyes lit up: "I know you're planning to attack the devil transport team again. Tell me, how are you going to fight this battle?" "First gather the first battalion and focus on the first battalion. The backbone is added to the first battalion and formed into a reinforced battalion. According to the reconnaissance report, the escort force of the devil transport team is generally a small team. I will use a reinforced battalion to serve as a small team. The strength of 10:1 should be no problem. Lao Zhao , tell me, how to fight this battle." Li Yunlong was playing tricks.
Zhao Gang said: "I know you're testing me. If I say so, I won't have anything to do with you as the head of the regiment. If I become the head of the regiment, can you be a political commissar? Well, as long as our regiment doesn't have a head now, I will The temporary acting head organized this ambush. First, our weakness is poor firepower and lack of ammunition. In terms of military strength, we and the Japanese army are 10:1. In terms of firepower, we may not even be 1:20 with the Japanese army. With such a strong firepower, let alone a reinforced battalion, even if the entire independent regiment went up, it would be nothing more than a bunch of live targets. After the leveling pass, the l15 division devoted all its troops to the situation where the ammunition was sufficient and the terrain was extremely favorable. The defensive Japanese army launched a sudden attack, and the regular field army against the second-rate supply troops was just a tie, with a casualty ratio of 1:1. Compared with the Battle of Pingxingguan, we did not have the capital of the 115th Division at that time. But it’s a big loss..." Li Yunlong slapped the table and smiled: "Good Zhao Gang, it seems that my position as regiment leader will not last long, have you been thinking about this position for a long time?" Zhao Gang followed his The train of thought continued: "Actually, I thought about it when you arranged for the troops to conduct assassination training. Look at the subjects you arranged, single-soldier stabbing, one-on-one, one-on-three pair stabbing, I guessed at that time, you plan to Fight a regular hand-to-hand combat at the right time and under the appropriate terrain conditions. The Japanese army is good at hand-to-hand combat, and assassination training is the most important in individual training. Their "Infantry Practice Code" stipulates more mechanically, and they must quit before hand-to-hand combat The bullets in the chamber. It is said that what they dislike most is the shooting of the Eighth Route Army in hand-to-hand combat. Not inferior to Japanese soldiers." Li Yunlong nodded: "Yes, I think so. In fact, from the perspective of Chinese martial arts, the Japanese infantry's two assassination techniques are simply not on the table. In terms of cold weapons, we Chinese are our ancestors. "
"During this assassination training, more than a hundred fighters in the whole regiment had practiced martial arts. They incorporated the routine of using the red-tasseled spear in martial arts into the assassination training. The monk is even more sinister. He designed a knife that can be placed on the tip of the toe. When the kick is kicked out, the knife will see blood. In the past, people in the martial arts would despise this kind of hidden weapon. Dealing with devils is not so particular now. Zhang Dabiao, the second company commander of the first battalion, came to me last time and said that the second company didn’t plan to practice assassination, but whether it would be successful if he practiced machetes. Pass the platoon leader and know some knife skills. I said yes, as long as you don’t need bullets, you can kill the Japanese devils. You can do it with an old woman’s awl and scissors. I didn’t expect that as soon as I said it, Erlian took out it like a magic trick. More than one hundred machetes have been prepared for a long time.” Zhao Gang went on to say, “Secondly, the choice of terrain is the key. First, a reinforced battalion is needed to quickly deploy from a hidden location. The Japanese army did not have time to organize firepower. Before counterattacking, rush up and twist with the enemy at lightning speed. The premise of this tactic is to shorten the impact distance as much as possible, preferably within 50 meters, so that you can rush up within a minute. Once you are with the enemy If they are twisted together, they can't help him if they don't want to fight the bayonet."
Li Yunlong said with a smile on his face: "Look, a complete set of combat plans has come out, Lao Zhao, you do good deeds to the end, and help me figure out where to choose an ambush?" Zhao Gang said: "Come on, don't False modesty, this is your battle plan, I just said it for you. Don’t be a fool, I knew what you wanted to do when you took the monks around the Yelang Valley a few days ago. The place was chosen well. That’s right, I think we can do it in Yelangyu.”
Li Yunlong shouted: "The one who knows me is Zhao Gang." "But I want to remind you, if the information is not accurate, the devil is not a squadron escorting the car, but a squadron or a large combat force. What should you do?" Li Yunlong said. : "Ancient swordsmen and masters met on narrow roads. Suppose the opponent is the best swordsman in the world. What should you do if you know that you are invincible? Should you turn around and run away or beg for mercy? Of course you can't back down, otherwise why should you be a swordsman? That's right, knowing that you are a swordsman Death requires the sword to be unsheathed. This is called bright sword. If you don’t have the courage, don’t be a swordsman. It’s not shameful to fall under the opponent’s sword. Lah. Our independent group should not be a coward, if the devils come to a small team, we will show our swords, and if we come to a large team, we will still show our swords."
The ground was covered with white snow, dry and hard, and the biting cold wind seemed to freeze people's brains, and even their thoughts were frozen. A few lone locust trees on the side of the road are under the attack of severe cold, and sometimes the sound of branches cracking can be heard, as if its limbs are broken under the bark. Occasionally, a thick branch is dropped to the ground by the cold wind, hitting the On the backs of the lurking warriors.
More than 400 fighters from a reinforced battalion lay motionless in the ditches on both sides of the road. They were covered with withered grass that was obtained in advance, so that they could not only keep out the cold but also achieve the effect of concealment. Li Yunlong saw the grass on the side of the road trembling slightly, and he knew it was the soldiers in single clothes shivering in the cold wind. The troops have been in the latent position for three hours, and Li Yunlong himself is so cold that the two rows of teeth are constantly clashing. In his own words, hearing this sounds like a machine gun. With an incoherent voice, he said to Zhao Gang, whose face was blue from the cold: "Old... old... Zhao... look at your... look... like his mother... like a blue-faced beast... It's..." Zhao Gang, who had just recovered from his illness, knew that it was time for another serious illness. But he insisted on participating in the battle, and he couldn't let people look at him as a political commissar who was born as an intellectual, and he couldn't even handle the cold, so why should he be a political commissar? He gritted his upper teeth and gritted his teeth and said back: "You...you still fucking...dammit me...you, you, your appearance...it's not much better than me...I'm not much better...where to go, like ...Like his mother ...hanging...shuang...shuang's wax gourd." Li Yunlong wanted to retaliate, but he couldn't utter a word after moving his mouth for a long time. He touched his belly through the unlined clothes and found that something was wrong with his hand , why is the belly hard? It seemed that all the internal organs were frozen together, he thought to himself, "Put on the armor, even the devil's bayonet can't get in."
The lookout post on the hill in front gave a signal, and finally they came. I don’t know how many people there are. Regardless of it, it’s the same anyway.
The Japanese army's car convoy appeared, with two crooked machine guns on the top of the driver's shed of the leading car. The compartments were full of Japanese soldiers with live ammunition, yellow tweed fur coats and fur caps. There were dozens of trucks full of soldiers... The Japanese trucks drove very slowly, and the front truck seemed to be cautiously searching. The singing of Japanese soldiers came along with the wind: "Looking into the distance under the morning glow, the ups and downs are so many mountains and rivers,Our elite army is majestic, and all the allies are well-off, full of glory, Kwantung Army. "
Zhao Gang, who knew some Japanese, changed his face and said softly: "This is the military song of the Kwantung Army, Lao Li, the situation has changed. This is not the Japanese army stationed in Shanxi, but the Kwantung Army that has just been transferred into the pass. There are two squadrons in strength. The comparison with our troops is almost one to one, do you want to do it?" Li Yunlong watched the approaching convoy, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins, do it! How can the enemy send his chest to the point of our bayonets? Withdraw the bayonet?" With a wave of Li Yunlong's hand, the monk detonated the pre-planted mines. With a bang, the first car was blown to pieces. Fragments of the car and broken limbs of Japanese soldiers fell from the sky, almost all falling on the hidden soldiers.
The withered grass on the roadside was lifted in an instant, and rows of sharp bayonets appeared. The troops rushed onto the road like a tide, and in an instant, the crowd in yellow uniforms and the crowd in gray uniforms were twisted together.
The well-trained soldiers of the Kwantung Army reacted quickly before the sudden blow. They howled and jumped out of the car one after another. On the ground, the well-trained and conventional Japanese soldiers never forgot to withdraw their bullets according to the "Infantry Practice Code" before hand-to-hand combat. After such a pause in the blink of an eye, dozens of Japanese soldiers slowed down a little, and were stabbed with bayonets from the Independence Regiment.
This is a head-to-head hand-to-hand combat. The two sides were red-hot, the clanging of bayonets, the muffled sound of the gun butt hitting the flesh, the screams of the dying, and the screams of murder... Two Japanese Zero fighter jets flew at a very low altitude. However, the Japanese driver found that the dense crowd on the road below was twisted together, mixed with gray and yellow. The pilot's grip on the machine gun's firing button was released, and the plane flew by.
According to the decision of the regiment party committee before the war: "The regiment leader and political commissar should stick to the command position and never be allowed to participate in hand-to-hand combat." This regulation was actually aimed at Li Yunlong, and Li Yunlong also solemnly expressed his position and resolutely abided by the decision of the regiment party committee. .
But as soon as the battle started, both he and the guards entered a state of excitement. Li Yunlong took off his military uniform with three swipes, grabbed the Guitou Dao and rushed forward bare-chested. The head of the regiment was shirtless, so the guards had no reason to wear clothes. The monk also threw off his clothes and rushed forward with his red-tasseled gun. Zhao Gang couldn't stop it in time. Seeing that the two had rushed into the enemy's formation, he couldn't hold back for a while, and rushed out together with his guard Xiao Zhang, carrying a pistol.
What a melee, the perfect combination of soldiers' will, courage and fighting skills. The famous division commander and future marshal of the 115th Division of the Eighth Route Army once concluded: "A unit that dares to see the red with a bayonet is an excellent unit."
The First Battalion of the Independent Regiment, wearing thin summer clothes and braving the biting cold wind, faced a powerful enemy with a desperate spirit, and took the lead in attacking with the opponent's strength in a tragic hand-to-hand battle. It is also rare on the Japanese battlefield.
Li Yunlong's first opponent was a Japanese sergeant. He didn't babble endlessly like other Japanese soldiers. His gloomy eyes fixed on Li Yunlong. The two looked at each other and walked around a few times. Perhaps the Japanese sergeant was wondering why the opponent made such a strange gesture. Li Yunlong held the saber in both hands, the blade was hanging down in front of his left leg, the back of the saber was facing the enemy, but the blade was facing him, almost touching his left leg. The Japanese sergeant couldn't imagine the mystery of meeting the enemy in this posture. He became impatient, and thrust all his strength into Li Yunlong's left rib with a bang. Li Yunlong didn't move, and the knife in his hand quickly went up with a click. , The heavy back of the knife smashed the rifle in the hands of the Japanese sergeant, and a thought flashed through the sergeant's mind: "It's broken, he accomplished two purposes with one movement. When he raised the knife and knocked the rifle away, the blade was already in place. ..." Before he had time to think about it, Li Yunlong swung his blade obliquely from right to left and from top to bottom with a 180° killing radius. Sergeant Cao flew two meters away, still glaring at Li Yunlong. Li Yunlong grinned happily. The Broadsword Team of Song Zheyuan's 29th Army is indeed an expert in swordsmanship. It is true that the more powerful the swordsmanship is, the simpler it is. This sword technique is the unique skill of Zhang Dabiao, the commander of the second company who once worked in the 29th Army Broadsword Team. Li Yunlong also learned it. This move is really powerful.
Monk Wei, who was born in Shaolin Temple, is not at all material to be a security guard. He left the responsibility of protecting the chief's safety to Java, and only cared about killing himself. His red-tasseled gun was modified by him. The red-tasseled tassel was more than two feet long, and the barrel was a two-centimeter-diameter white wax rod. This kind of weapon with a very classical style has the dual functions of a gun and a stick in traditional Chinese martial arts. In the hands of a monk who is proficient in Chinese martial arts, the lethality of this weapon is comparable to that of a 38-style rifle with a bayonet in the hands of a Japanese soldier. Incomparable.
The Japanese soldiers who advocate cold weapons have very keen eyesight, and the monk pierced two Japanese soldiers as soon as he appeared on the stage. They immediately realized that this opponent was unusual, and immediately came up and surrounded him with five Japanese soldiers. The five bayonets kept stabbing like a revolving lantern, and he didn't allow him to slow his hand at all. He suddenly fell on his back, and the Japanese soldiers hadn't woken up yet. Sweeping sticks, five Japanese soldiers fell down screaming. The strength of the white wax rod was so great that the bones of the five Japanese soldiers were all swept away. The Japanese soldiers outside the circle turned pale with fright and surrounded them one after another. The pole jumped and flew into the air. A foot had already kicked a Japanese soldier in the throat. The hidden weapon on the foot cut off the Japanese soldier's carotid artery. The Japanese soldiers were nailed to the ground, and the three Japanese soldiers did not dare to act rashly any more, and arranged a triangular formation back to back in order to protect themselves. The monk flicked the gun in his hand, and the red tassels more than two feet long swept the eyes of the two Japanese soldiers facing him like iron whisks. The tip of the gun flicked again, passing between the two heads and piercing the back of the Japanese soldier who was facing away from him. The monk was about to clean up the remaining two when he heard two gunshots, and the two Japanese soldiers responded. When he fell down, he looked back and saw that Zhao Gang was blowing with his gun raised. The monk said dissatisfiedly, "Commissar, can you save some bullets for your son?"
"If you want to fight with a bayonet, don't shoot. You see, the devils know how to behave. The bullets are gone. Don't let the devils laugh at our Eighth Route Army for not following the rules." Said: "Nonsense, why are there so many rules? As long as you can destroy the enemy." The monk rushed to the place where the fighting was fierce with a red-tasseled spear in his hand, and said in a low voice: "The political commissar is not bad at shooting, and the bullets within two or three meters are perfect... "Although Zhao Gang has participated in many battles, this is the first time he has encountered such a head-to-head hand-to-hand combat. He obviously lacks sufficient psychological preparation for such a tragic fight. The bloody scene in front of him shocked him. In his opinion, although the Japanese soldiers are generally short in height, almost every soldier is thick and stocky, with well-developed muscles, and their faces are full of well-nourished oil. A well-trained explosive force. In contrast, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army showed thin bodies and malnourished faces. The disparity in economic strength between the two countries was reflected in the quality of individual soldiers, which made Zhao Gang very sad. But Zhao Gang also discovered at the same time that the fighters of the independent regiment were indeed different from other troops. They had a common temperament, that is, they shot fiercely. Breaking, there is a kind of daring to fight the enemy desperately, as soon as the bayonet is drawn, the killer is painful, and rarely uses methods such as blocking to protect himself, and all moves are meant to die with the opponent. Zhao Gang saw soldiers being repeatedly stabbed by the enemy's bayonets during the fight, and some soldiers' abdomens had been cut open by the bayonets, and their purple intestines were hanging out of their bodies, but they still stabbed the enemy fiercely with the bayonets. A soldier who had been stabbed more than ten times and was covered in blood and flesh could no longer stand up. He was lying on the ground with a machete in both hands, and whenever he saw a foot wearing suede shoes, he would slash fiercely. Two Japanese soldiers were stabbing each other. All of them had their ankles cut off by him suddenly and fell down. Seeing that Zhao Gang's eyes were hot and his blood was rushing, he kept firing at the enemy with the shell gun, and the twenty rounds of bullets would be used up in an instant. If it weren't for the experienced guard Xiao Zhang who clicked the shells just The bayonet of a second lieutenant of the Japanese army might have stabbed Zhao Gang to death. Xiao Zhang emptied the magazine, and before he had time to change it, a Japanese soldier's bayonet stabbed him in the abdomen. At this moment, Zhao Gang's pistol fired again...
...Second company commander Zhang Dabiao is also a guy who gets excited when he smells blood. He is a soldier with a classic temperament, advocating cold weapons. Song Zheyuan's 29th Army is famous for having a machete in the battle sequence of the Kuomintang army. Due to poor equipment, its predecessor, the Northwest Army, had to focus on using machetes for close hand-to-hand combat. Among the training subjects of the army, knife training occupies a large proportion. In the 29th Army, those who are promoted from soldiers to officers must be soldiers who excel in swordsmanship.
During the battle at Xifengkou that year, Zhang Dabiao, the sergeant squad leader, chopped off the heads of four devils with a machete and was promoted to platoon leader. During the Marco Polo Bridge Incident in 1937, when fighting for the big iron bridge on the Yongding River, the He Jifeng Brigade of the 29th Army and the Kwantung Army fought hand-to-hand. Zhang Dabiao chopped down nine devils with a machete. Later, when the 29th Army retreated to the south, Zhang Dabiao deserted. He wanted to go home to settle down with his old mother. Unexpectedly, all the villages around his hometown were burned by the Japanese army, and his old mother was also burned to death. After Zhang Dabiao buried his mother, he stomped his feet and voted eight ways. From then on, his eyes turned red when he saw the Japanese.
When a landmine blew up the Kwantung Army's first truck into the sky, a blown Japanese steel helmet fell from a high altitude and hit Zhang Dabiao's forehead. The sharp edge of the helmet opened a hole in his forehead, blood flowed It flowed down my forehead, blurring my eyes. He has been fighting for many years, and he has never been injured. He has never seen other people bleed, but this time it was his own forehead bleeding, and he couldn't help being furious. He wiped his face with his sleeve indiscriminately a few times, and rushed forward with the machete in his hand.
A Japanese major who was sitting in the cab of the car opened the door and jumped down. Zhang Dabiao's blade flashed, and the head of the Japanese major flew several meters away. A Japanese soldier had just jumped out of the carriage and was still standing still. Zhang Dabiao went down with a knife. His right hand and the wooden butt of the 38-style rifle were all cut off and fell into the dust. The Japanese soldier howled with his broken arm in pain, and Zhang Dabiao swung his knife horizontally again. The tip of the knife fluttered across the Japanese soldier's neck, accurately severing the carotid artery, and blood spurted from the broken part of the artery. out.
Li Yunlong was rushing over with the ghost knife. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the rifle with the butt cut off, and cursed angrily: "Da Biao, you are such a prodigal son, what a good gun!" Let you ruin it, did you chop people or chop guns?" Zhang Dabiao rushed at another devil with a knife in his hand, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, leader, why does that dog's wrist look like it's made of tofu? I didn't Do you work hard?" Hand-to-hand combat is like a knockout match in sports competition. In less than ten minutes, most of the people on both sides fell down, and the survivors were all assassins. A Japanese officer in a yellow woolen uniform and the rank of lieutenant is still fighting trapped beasts. This lieutenant is of medium height, very strong, fair-skinned, with delicate features, very young but extremely brave, with a bayonet making him appear like a ghost, surrounded by several Eighth Route Army soldiers, he has no fear on his face, yelling , stabbing left and right, attacking frequently, several soldiers were stabbed by him. Li Yunlong was furious, and was about to charge upwards with a ghost knife in his hand. Zhang Dabiao rushed over to stop Li Yunlong and shouted: "Leader, give me some face and leave this shit to me..." His face was flushed , the blood is burning, and the eyes are shining brightly. This is a kind of excitement caused by suddenly meeting an evenly matched opponent. Li Yunlong waved his hand, Zhang Dabiao looked at the head of the regiment gratefully, raised his knife and rushed forward.
Zhao Gang ran over from a distance with a pistol in his hand, and saw Zhang Dabiao was confronting the Japanese lieutenant, and was about to fight with his gun, but was stopped by Li Yunlong: "Old Zhao, don't shoot, we are playing with cold weapons today, I, Li Yunlong I can't let the devil laugh at us for not following the rules." Zhao Gang said disdainfully: "What rules are you talking about with the devil? I think you are out of your mind and time is running out. Quickly shoot this devil and clean up the battlefield..." Li Yunlong stubbornly said Said: "No, hand-to-hand combat has the rules of hand-to-hand combat. I, Li Yunlong, will still hang out in this area in the future. I can't let the devils laugh at my troops for not being able to fight bayonets. It will damage my reputation. Now I am fighting alone, everyone. If Biao can’t do it again, I don’t believe that this is less than three heads and six arms.” The masters fight each other, and the outcome is only a hair’s breadth away. Zhang Dabiao and the Japanese lieutenant have passed five or six moves in the blink of an eye. The blade was scratched badly, and the uniform was soaked in blood. Zhang Dabiao's left flank and arm were cut several times by the bayonet, but the Japanese lieutenant didn't take advantage of it. His shoulder and arm were also bleeding, especially his face was cut horizontally from left to right by the blade. The mouth, even the nose is open. The machete and bayonet collided and splashed sparks, making a clanging metallic sound.
Li Yunlong spread his legs apart and watched the battle nonchalantly with a ghost knife in both hands, and commented: "This little devil is good at skills, has the drive to fight hard, and he is still a man. I said Da Biao, you are okay." If you can’t, just change people, don’t fucking occupy the latrine and don’t waste shit.” Zhang Dabiao swung the machete with a white light, and said in his mouth: “Leader, you rest first, don’t bother you, I will first To tease this kid for a while, you have to let him show his hands before he dies."
The monk held the red-tasseled gun and urged impatiently: "Hurry up, hurry up, you are trying to coax the child. This is just a few times for this bastard. The upper body is very tightly protected, and the lower body is completely exposed. Biao, why did you eat that knife? Why don’t you attack his lower body..." The monk’s voice fell silent, Zhang Dabiao sideways dodged the opponent’s stab, fell to the ground, and the machete brushed against the ground in a fan-like manner. The Japanese lieutenant suddenly screamed. His left foot, which was in the middle of a lunge, was chopped off at the ankle by a sharp machete. He lost his support and fell to the ground. Zhang Dabiao slashed his wrist like lightning, and the Japanese lieutenant's head and body were separated.
The hand-to-hand combat ended in ten minutes. The fields were strewn with bloody corpses, like an open-air slaughterhouse. The corpses of more than 300 soldiers of the Kwantung Army and more than 300 soldiers of the Eighth Route Army maintained their fighting postures during their lifetime.
It was as if time had frozen in an instant, leaving behind these tragic sculptures.
Xiao Zhang, Zhao Gang's guard, was stabbed in the abdomen, and his blue-purple intestines slipped out of his body. Zhao Gang hugged Xiao Zhang who was dying and shouted repeatedly: "Xiao Zhang, hold on a little longer, hold on..." His tears rolled down in strings, and he was so sad that he couldn't speak.
Li Yunlong looked around the battlefield of Chen Heng's corpse with a solemn face, and he was deeply impressed by the powerful combat effectiveness of the soldiers of the Kwantung Army. The Japanese lieutenant whose head and body had been separated was lying on the side of the ditch. Li Yunlong said to the monk: "Don't worry about the corpses of other devils. Let the devils collect the corpses by themselves. Don't take off the clothes of this lieutenant. Bury him properly. This dog The Japanese is a man, he just stabbed four of my fighters, mother, he is a master assassin, what a pity." The monk stared and expressed his dissatisfaction: "It's so cold that I can't bury my own people, I don't care. He..." Li Yunlong also rolled his eyes: "What do you know? Don't think you can fight twice. You are just a monk who has just returned to vulgarity, and you are not considered a soldier. This kid has kindness. I respect him if he is a real soldier. Hurry up and go." During the service, 358 people were killed in the First Battalion of the Independent Regiment, and only more than 30 survived. The Japanese army killed 371 people, and the two squadrons were wiped out. Yoshio Youzuka, the commander of the First Army of the Japanese Army stationed in Shanxi, was playing Go with his subordinates when he got the news. The Eighth Route Army, who looked like a beggar, dared to take the lead in attacking the first-class Kwantung Army troops. He vowed that one day he would cut off Li Yunlong's head with his own saber.
The Eighth Route Army headquarters sent an order to reward. Yan Xishan, the commander of the Second Theater of the Kuomintang Army, in addition to sending an order to commend him, also awarded Li Yunlong's regiment Dayang two thousand yuan. Chairman Jiang, who was far away in Chongqing, said to He Yingqin: "Go and find out, is this Li Tuanchang a student from Huangpu? Hey, the military rank should be a colonel. The Military and Political Department will consider it. Can you be promoted to a major general?" He Yingqin smiled wryly. He said: "Chairman, the Communist Party does not recognize military ranks. I heard that He Long of the 120th Division gave his lieutenant general's uniform to his groom..." Li Yunlong sent someone to Chu Yunfei to send a Japanese commander's sword and A pair of military binoculars, and a letter: "Brother Chu, we met in the county the day before yesterday. Brothers treated brothers well, not to mention big bowls of wine and big pieces of meat, and a gift of love guns as parting gifts. My brother is a poor man. The whole body, there is nothing to give back, and I am very panic. There is a way, and it is not indecent to come and go. Although the poor group said that they are swimming but not fighting, they have gained quite a lot recently. It is really difficult to make a small gift. I hope I will accept it with a smile. Brother Yunlong nodded."
Chu Yunfei sent someone to send 50,000 rounds of bullets, and wrote in the letter: "Brother Yunlong, I recently heard that your regiment wiped out two squadrons of the Kwantung Army with a battalion of troops, and none of the enemy officers and soldiers slipped through the net. The strength of combat power has been passed down in the second war zone. Tian Guang praised Jing Ke in the past and said: "A man of blood and bravery, his face is red when angry, a man with a brave pulse, his face is green when angry, and a man of bone courage, his face is white when angry. A man of bravery, his face does not change when he is angry. In Brother Yu's opinion, Brother Yunlong led his troops to take the lead in attacking a strong enemy with inferior equipment, and killed hundreds of enemies with his hands.
Supplement: The description in this chapter is more exciting, but compared with the actual combat, it is obviously more idealized.
The author seems to want to highlight the hero's courage and chivalrous spirit too much. Turning a modern war into an ancient war is a bit divorced from reality.
In terms of intelligence, it was a failure. I planned to deal with a small squad, but I ran into two squadrons, and the pre-war reconnaissance was not good.
From a tactical point of view, it would be a failure if there was no firepower preparation during the entire ambush. The ambush site is only about 50 meters away from the road, which is just the right time to use the power of the grenade. It is completely possible to ambush troops to fire a row of guns at the same time as the mine explodes, and then drop bombs while charging, supplemented by machine gun fire from the commanding heights for cover, to kill the enemy with maximum firepower, and then engage in hand-to-hand combat, which can effectively destroy the enemy. the enemy and reduce your own losses.
Relying entirely on hand-to-hand combat will suffer. For example, in the Dingdian battle carried out by the 344th Brigade, hand-to-hand combat began after the ambush started, resulting in heavy casualties. The results of such operations are usually criticized, because although there are captures, the casualties of the troops are too large to be worthwhile.
Hand-to-hand combat is an extremely brutal battle. Generally speaking, the casualty rate of both sides is basically 1:1. This requires soldiers not only to have good assassination skills, but also to have a strong psychological endurance, that is, a stable psychological quality. The Japanese army had strict assassination training and superb techniques, and soldiers were equipped with canvas protective belts to protect their abdomens. In the Chinese battlefield, the recruits of the Japanese army tried their best to carry out the assassination training of the living as far as possible to practice their courage. This gives their recruits an advantage in hand-to-hand combat. Three Japanese T-shaped soldiers can generally easily deal with 6 or 7 Chinese soldiers.
The assassination techniques of the Eighth Route Army were inferior to the Japanese army. On the one hand, they were not as strong as the opponents. On the other hand, the assassination techniques of the Chinese army were mainly derived from the Beiyang Army, which was not as simple and effective as the Japanese. Moreover, compared with the 38-style, the Hanyang-made gun body is shorter, the bayonet is shorter, and the quality of the bayonet is not as good as the opponent. The Eighth Route Army's assassination techniques were continuously improved on the basis of learning Japanese assassination techniques, and later basically reached the level of the Japanese army, and it was accompanied by the knack of shooting when fighting.