In the autumn of 1942, the Independent Regiment sometimes gathered and sometimes dispersed, and became stronger and stronger in Northwest Shanxi. After staying in Shanxi Province for a long time, Li Yunlong unconsciously learned some of the stinginess of local rich men in Shanxi when doing business. Can't suffer.
When he convened a meeting of cadres above the platoon of the whole regiment, he said: "The cadres of the whole regiment, starting from me, must correct their attitudes, put down the airs of the regular army, and only think of themselves as... what is it? Yes, only think of themselves as Xiaoju Shanlin The king of the mountain, how does the king of the mountain live? Drinking in big bowls and eating meat in large pieces, the gold and silver are divided according to the scale. How did the wine, meat, gold and silver come from? By the way, they were robbed. If you don’t rob, you can be called the king of the mountain Why? Why do devils and traitors eat meat and drink? We have to drink Northwest Wind? We also have to eat meat and drink. If there are devils and traitors, we must have them. Going out alone, I don’t care how the battle is fought, the company platoon leader decides for himself. Hitting the camp, ambushing, digging traps, beating sap, kidnapping, anyway, as long as you are facing devils and traitors, I can explain clearly what you like to do, who For ordinary people, I will shoot him.” Zhao Gang hastened to add: “The commander is just making an analogy, not really telling you to become the king of the mountain. In fact, this is a popular way of saying guerrilla warfare. Comrades, you must correctly understand the meaning of the commander. " Li Yunlong glared at Zhao Gang dissatisfied, and then said: "There is only one principle, you can only take advantage and not suffer losses. We can't do business that loses money. Anyway, when the gun is fired, you have to get something back for me. I don’t care about food, I want everything, food, clothing, guns, ammunition, if I get too much, I don’t think too much, if I get too little, I’m not happy, if I don’t get it, I’m going to scold my mother. Of course, I also I don’t want everything, if you get me a Japanese girl, I don’t want…” The company platoon leaders roared with laughter. Xiuqin, director of the Women's Rescue Association of Zhaojiayu Village, walked in carrying a large bundle of military shoes that had just been made. Hearing Li Yunlong's vulgar words either advanced or retreated, he blushed.
Zhao Gang smoothed things over and said: "The meeting is over, the meeting is over, let's go back and prepare." Li Yunlong usually likes to swear, but he never said it in front of a lesbian. Today, Xiuqin is a little embarrassed to meet him.
Xiuqin has just turned 18, and girls in the mountains get married early, usually at the age of fifteen or sixteen. According to the eyes of the people in the mountains, the 18-year-old Xiuqin was about to enter the ranks of old girls. If it hadn't caught up with the war, how could the girl not be married at the age of 18. Although Xiuqin is not pretty, but Bi Jing is at the age of youth and radiance, with a bit of shyness on her flushed face, her words and gestures can bring a little bit of femininity to those men who are fighting on the battlefield all day long Warm atmosphere.
Zhao Gang said to Xiuqin solemnly: "Comrade Xiuqin, on behalf of the cadres and soldiers of the whole regiment, I would like to express my gratitude to all the women in the Zhaojiayu Women's Rescue Association. The military shoes you made are really helpful. We must kill more devils..."" Okay, okay, Lao Zhao, why are your routines the same every time? I can memorize them. The following words must be "never let the folks down on us." Isn't it? You intellectuals , it’s just too sour.” Li Yunlong interrupted Zhao Gang rudely.
Zhao Gang was also a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said, "Yes, yes, how about intellectuals and the masses of workers and peasants? Lao Li, do you really remember that I said the same thing every time?" "That's right, not a single word is bad, not to mention the comrades in other places, I'm tired of hearing it. Actually, can't you just speak plain words? Sister Xiuqin, you women make military shoes, and we men beat devils , just don’t be polite to anyone. The division of labor in the revolution is different. If you have anything to do, just tell us, if you can do it, if you can’t, I will do it in a different way. Isn’t that right? Miss Xiuqin?” Xiuqin said with a smile: “The head of the group still listens to what he’s talking about, we’re all family members, so why not be polite. The head of the group said, just talk about things, if you can do it, if you can’t do it You have to do it differently, don’t you?” Li Yunlong said carelessly: “Of course, once a man says something, it’s hard to follow him.” “Okay, let me tell you, the militiamen in the village have all fired guns, so why not Sending guns to Women’s Rescue Society? Everyone has a share in fighting devils, so why do women only make military shoes? Isn’t this looking down on women? I know that there are not many guns in the team, so everyone can’t send them out, but I am a cadre anyway. Can you just send me a branch?" Li Yunlong prevaricated: "Oh, how can I look down on women, I'm just afraid that if you don't know how to do it, you will beat yourself instead of a devil, so let's get you a piece of cloth next time you go to the city Come on, a woman is a woman, and fighting with a gun is a man's business, so why do you want a gun?" Xiuqin was upset: "The head of the regiment doesn't mean anything, he just fools people, and he is a man! Even women are inferior." Li Yunlong couldn't hold back Confused, he took out the Browning pistol that Chu Yunfei had given him, took out the magazine, and flicked his fingers a few times, and the yellow bullets jumped out of the magazine one by one. He spread the gun and bullets on the table with a clatter and said, "You press the bullets and load them again, and this gun will be yours."
Of course, we have always spit on one nail. Xiuqin pressed the bullet into the magazine unskillfully, then inserted the magazine, and pulled the casing to push the bullet into the chamber. She weighed the pistol happily and said: "That old crow's nest on the tree in the yard is really annoying, I'll go and shoot it down." Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang were so frightened that they both jumped up and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, this one The gun is yours, quickly turn off the safety, don't let it go..." Xiuqin said proudly: "My brother is the battalion commander of the 120th Division, and he taught me how to use the gun." Zhao Gang smiled gloatingly: "I wanted to I’m making things difficult for others, so I’m going to pay for it now?” Li Yunlong poked his neck and said, “What’s this? I’ll do what I say, otherwise I’m still a man? Xiuqin, there are only five bullets, so use them sparingly. There is no place to replenish the seed bullets, and they will be gone after firing. A gun without bullets is worthless, so you can give it to me when the time comes.” Xiuqin said, “Why should I give it to you again? This is my gun.” Zhao Gang exposed Said: "Don't listen to him, he still has a box of bombs." Li Yunlong sighed: "Everything is always a traitor." Xiuqin went out happily.
Zhao Gang looked at Xiuqin's back and said, "Lao Li, this girl has been a little bit wrong lately. Why does she keep running towards you? Maybe she has her eyes on you?" "Nonsense!" Li Yunlong looked at the map carefully and didn't go go with your heart.
In the evening, heavy snow fell from the sky, the northwest wind howled, and the sky and the earth became one piece. Li Yunlong brought the monk back from the village entrance after checking the sentry post, and saw a man standing at the gate of the courtyard with a thick layer of snow on his body. The monk didn't see who it was, so he instinctively pulled out his pistol and stood behind Li Yunlong, shouting, "Who?" "I thought it was a devil who had entered the village." Li Yunlong asked, "Is there anything wrong?" "I have something to report to the head of the regiment." Li Yunlong waved his hand carelessly and said, "Go to the political commissar, the Women's Rescue Association is not the case. I'll take care of it." Xiuqin went into the room with Li Yunlong without saying a word, and sat down on the edge of the kang.
Li Yunlong asked in surprise: "What's the matter with this girl? What's the matter now that you have the gun?" The monk was a little impatient, so he said indifferently: "Sister Xiuqin, we can talk about things tomorrow. The leader should go to bed." This sentence annoyed Xiuqin, she stood up abruptly and shouted at the monk: "The head of the group has not chased me away, and you caught up? I didn't come for you, so I want you to talk more?" Li Yunlong smoothed things over with a smile: "How can you talk to comrades in the local area like this? Comrade Xiuqin is talking to me. It's a business-to-business matter. What are you messing with? Go, go to sleep outside. Comrade Xiuqin, don't be as knowledgeable as him. He came out of the temple to return to vulgarity and doesn’t know the rules; tomorrow I will definitely criticize him.” The monk muttered, “Why does it look like you’ve taken gunpowder? You’re coming at me. If you have such a temper, how can you find your in-laws.” He climbed onto the kang outside , Covered his head with a quilt and went to sleep.
Li Yunlong has grown up so much, he has never sat and talked with a woman alone, and has no experience with women. In the purely masculine world of the army, there is no chance to deal with women. Occasionally, when he meets a more beautiful woman, he can't help but dream about it. When I am in a good mood, I also tell some nasty jokes with the men. Once when I was drinking, I even bragged about it. I made up a love story that was so vulgar that I said that there was a girl who was a good friend in my hometown. Kissed. Others asked: "What happened next?" He didn't dare to make it up because he didn't know what to do. He just prevaricates and says, "If I hadn't caught up with the Jute Riot, I would have become a Red Army soldier, and now that baby would have given birth to a whole kang. Even though we were full of sorghum flowers back then , but in our ten miles and eight villages, at any rate, they are also handsome young people, and they say that the matchmaker broke the threshold." Others said: "Listen to him, take the dream as real, he thinks he is Ximen Qing Now." Bragging is bragging, now that there is a girl sitting in front of him, Li Yunlong is a little stupid, and he is at a loss for a while, he pours a bowl of boiling water for Xiuqin, and stuffs a firewood into the kang cave, and he doesn't know what to do. It's time to do something.
Xiuqin sobbed suddenly, which startled Li Yunlong. He hurriedly asked: "What's wrong with you? Someone bullied you?" Xiuqin said sobbingly: "Chief, do you look down on me?" Where? Never." "Then why are the military shoes I made for you worn on the monk's feet?" Li Yunlong asked a little confused: "Which pair of shoes are you making? I don't know." "The words 'War to the End' are embroidered on the sole, and the peony flower is embroidered on the insole. I specially took it out of a bunch of shoes and handed it to you." Xiuqin wiped her tears with her sleeve, and ran outside. He took the pair of shoes from under the monk's kang and threw them on Li Yunlong's kang table.
Li Yunlong remembered, it seems that there is such a thing. He didn't care at the time, and gave the shoes to the monk. The monk threw away the old shoes and put the new shoes on his big black feet. Few of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army had socks, and they all wore shoes on bare feet. In addition, the monk never washed his feet, so the shoes became dirty and smelly after only half a day.
Li Yunlong slapped his head: "Oh, I said Xiuqin, why didn't you say so earlier, I'm really sorry." Xiuqin sniffed: "The soles of my shoes are worn out, how are you, just give it to that smelly monk, His dirty look deserves to wear such good shoes." Li Yunlong just apologized blindly.
Li Yunlong with fiery eyes, and said, "Commander, what do you think of me?" What about it?" Xiuqin said expectantly.
"Also...the shoes are well made...." Li Yunlong couldn't think of words.
"Captain, what's wrong with you? Why can't a five-foot-tall man even dare to lift his head up. My girls in the mountains are uneducated and don't understand all the twists and turns. They just go straight. Let me tell you clearly, Commander. I like you." Two patches of blush flew across Xiuqin's face.
Under Xiuqin's fiery gaze, Li Yunlong lost his balance. He blushed a little purple, panting heavily, and stammered: "Xiuqin, we are fighting now, I don't know when, I will..." Xiuqin covered his mouth and said : "Don't say inauspicious words. You are a hero, how can there be no wife around a hero? If you like me, I will be your wife. If you are tired and hungry, I will serve you. I will cook and wash for you. You are injured, I guard you, take care of you, and love you dearly. If there is something wrong with you...I will put on sackcloth and filial piety for you, I will keep you a widow for the rest of your life, and I will be your wife for the rest of your life. Xiuqin threw herself into Li Yunlong's arms with tears in her eyes.
Li Yunlong only felt a bang, his whole body seemed to be on fire, his head was dizzy as if he had drunk too much wine, the passion that had been sleeping for many years suddenly broke out, and his hand subconsciously reached for Xiuqin's clothes button... The monk outside coughed He groaned, as if he had climbed down from the kang, probably didn't find any shoes, so he simply ran out the door with bare feet.
There was the sound of urinating in the courtyard. A cold wind blows snowflakes into the house. Li Yunlong shivered, his mind suddenly cleared up. He was ashamed of his own gaffe, damn it, it's so daring, when is this? Can you still take care of this? Make people laugh. He pushed Xiuqin away, and said seriously: "Comrade Xiuqin, it's too late, you go back." Xiuqin, who was immersed in happiness, didn't pay attention to the change of Li Yunlong's expression at all, she just stood up obediently and helped Li Yunlong spread out Quilt, looked at Li Yunlong affectionately and said: "I'm leaving, you have to cover the quilt, don't freeze." Xiuqin left, Li Yunlong suffered from insomnia for the first time growing up.
A few days later, Zhao Gang walked into Li Yunlong's room angrily, and said to the monk, "Go out, I have something to talk to the head of the regiment." , Tell me, what did you do to Xiuqin? Let’s not say that I’m not finished with you today.” Li Yunlong understood as soon as he heard it, and immediately called out Qu, beating his chest and stamping his feet: “Heaven and earth conscience, I didn’t do anything.” Zhao Gang said "I didn't do anything, did I? Did you hug him?" Li Yunlong was discouraged, and whispered: "It's true, but I didn't do anything else?" Zhao Gang said: "Isn't that enough? The night before You still hug him, but the next day you pretend like nothing happened, and you don’t even pay attention to him, so you don’t consider his self-esteem? Xiuqin came to me to complain, if you don’t want to, don’t hug him. Xiuqin Said, life is yours, death is your ghost, you can figure it out, who told you to play with other girls?" "Is it so serious?" Li Yunlong panicked, grabbed Zhao Gang and said, " Old Zhao, you can’t leave your life alone, this time you’re going to have a big disaster.” Zhao Gang held back his smile, pretended to think about it and said, “Well, if you say you should marry a daughter-in-law, the girl is also sincere to you. , I think, in terms of conditions are not worse than yours, what is so great about you? You are not a prince or nobleman? You have mud legs. What is Xiuqin not good enough for you? In fact, you pretend to be serious on the surface, but your heart is like a cat scratching, isn't it?" Li Yunlong smiled bitterly: "Old Zhao, don't make fun of me. Our whole regiment is all bachelors, and I can't take the lead as the regiment leader."
"Now it's a war. Brothers live together, live together, die together, enjoy blessings together, and be together in difficulties. If you want to marry a wife, all the brothers in the regiment will marry each other. Otherwise, you can become monks together. I can't be special." Zhao Gang Don’t know whether to laugh or cry: “Oh, I’ve been making trouble for a long time. It’s a pity that you are also the head of the regiment, so you are so enlightened? You think you are a Liangshan hero? Even the Liangshan hero did not marry a wife together. Wu Song and Lu Zhishen are Single. It is true that comrades share weal and woe, but marrying a daughter-in-law can’t share weal and woe, or is it still a mess? We are the Eighth Route Army, not the king of the mountain. The organization stipulates that as long as the age and position are up to the standard, you can get married. Who is greedy It's useless. I just want to ask you a question, do you like Xiuqin?" "Yes." "That's enough, I'll be a witness. I'll tell the cook, Lao Wang, to take out the cans I seized last time. Add some cabbage and cook it in a pot, and have a wedding tonight. Is this okay?..." Li Yunlong sounded like a dream.
Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang did not expect that when they were bickering, Lieutenant General Youzuka Yoshio, the commander of the Japanese First Army in Shanxi, had decided to carry out a sneak attack on Zhaojiayu Village, the secret stronghold of Li Yunlong's independent regiment, based on inside information. Lieutenant General Youzuka Yoshio had been preparing for this sneak attack for a long time, and he showed his favorite trump card, an elite special agent team trained in Germany. The small Zhaojiayu Village is bound to endure a bloodbath.
Li Yunlong made a bit of a miscalculation this time. The Japanese army's sneak attack plan was formulated under extremely top-secret circumstances, and only Youzuka Yoshio himself and a few trusted staff members knew about it. Yoshio Youzuka knew the sensitivity of Li Yunlong's intelligence network too well. As a veteran Japanese general, he understood that any occupying force, no matter how professional its intelligence system, was always at a disadvantage. Because you are an occupying army after all, and you are in the enemy's territory. Everyone living on this land may be the enemy's intelligence personnel, including the puppet army that seems to be submissive on the surface. The level of top secret is inversely proportional to the number of people who know the secret. The Japanese secret service team set off from Taiyuan without any contact with the Japanese military strongholds along the way. They made a long-distance raid and went straight to this inconspicuous small mountain village in northwest Shanxi. This time, neither Li Yunlong's intelligence network nor the Kuomintang army's Chu Yunfei's intelligence network failed.
The special service team of the Japanese First Army in Shanxi is a newly formed special forces. It belongs to the regiment system of the Japanese army, which is equivalent to the regiment-level system of the Chinese army. Captain Kazuki Yamamoto graduated from the Imperial Army University, and most of his classmates are in the ranks of famous army generals, such as the famous Itagaki Seishiro and so on. Kazuki Yamamoto's military rank is the lowest among the graduates of the same period in mainland China. The reason is that Kazuki Yamamoto is not interested in large corps operations. His interest lies in the study of special operations, which is an emerging military discipline. In the First World War, it was not taken seriously by the military of various countries. In the 1930s, some soldiers who were interested in special operations appeared in the military academies of various military powers. Their theoretical basis was: Under the premise of acknowledging that great men make history, we must never ignore the possibility of small men making history. For example, Crown Prince Ferdinand of the Austro-Hungarian Empire was killed by a small Serbian figure in Sarajevo, which triggered the First World War. Can you say that a small figure cannot make history? When the balance is in a balanced state, the weight of an ant can cause the balance to tilt, so on the strategic balance, a surprise attack at a critical moment by a small army with special training, excellent equipment, and high combat quality will also cause Tilt the balance of strategy.
No wonder Kazuki Yamamoto was unable to be promoted to a general like his classmates. His research topics were too biased. But he has never regretted it. The Second World War is a broad stage for activities. His colleagues from the United States, Britain and Germany have already demonstrated their talents in the European battlefield, the North African battlefield, and the Pacific battlefield. What about blank? Agents are selected from various units. Must pass a variety of strict assessments, and the elimination rate is extremely high. In the special forces school in Berlin, Colonel Homann, the Germanic instructor who always looked down on Orientals, was surprised to find that these students from the Japanese archipelago had extremely rich practical experience, which was by no means something that could be learned in the classroom. The cadets proudly told the that they were all highly educated. In addition, the Japanese army had not stopped fighting since the Manchurian Incident in 1931. At that time, Mr. Hitler had not yet taken care of the German affairs.
Yamamoto looked down on the old, dead-headed officials in charge of ordnance production. Take a look at what weapons they equip the Japanese army with. There are five 38-type rifles loaded with ammunition. Every time a bullet is fired, you have to manually pull the bolt to eject the shell. Each team only has one light machine gun. The firepower is too poor. The theory of ordnance officials is that Japan is a resource-poor country. Equipping automatic firearms will increase the cost of combat. Based on the base of 150 rounds of ammunition carried by an individual soldier, a rifle for single-shot shooting may be able to support a day's combat. And the submachine gun used for continuous firing may not be able to withstand it for an hour. If only one million troops are equipped with submachine guns, then the existing resources, productivity, transportation capacity and logistics support system will be expanded tenfold. Such a high-cost war is not something Japan can afford.
Kazuki Yamamoto held the opposite view. He believed that Japan’s lack of resources is an objective fact. If it were not for this reason, Japan would not have needed to carry out this war. But the situation is different now. Since the Manchurian Incident in 1931, the three northeastern provinces of China It has become Japan's main base for resource supply and arms production. After the Marco Polo Bridge Incident in 1937 and the August 13 Incident in Shanghai, most of China's land and resources have fallen into Japanese hands. After the outbreak of the Pacific War in 1941, resource-rich Southeast Asian countries were also occupied by the Japanese army. So in such a vast occupied area, with such abundant resources and cheap labor, those old men have ulterior motives when they say that the resources are poor. Why don’t they adjust the arms production in time and provide better weapons and equipment for the troops? It should be noted that on the European battlefield at this time, the individual weapons of the major belligerent countries are mainly automatic firearms, not to mention the firepower of heavy weapons. The strength of an army should mainly be reflected in the strength of firepower.
Kazuki Yamamoto will never forget the Nomenkan Battle that he personally participated in in the Sino-Mongolian border area in 1939. It was a contest of steel, large-scale industrial production, will, and flesh and blood. At that time, General Zhukov, the commander of the First Army of the Soviet Army in the Far East, concentrated four tank brigades, three hundred aircraft and two hundred and fifty cannons. Roaring, aerial bombs and large-caliber artillery shells blew up the Japanese positions into a sea of flames. The intensity of fire strikes was unprecedented for Japanese soldiers. In the depths of the unobstructed Gobi, on a front more than ten kilometers wide, flying dust swept the earth, and thousands of T34 Soviet tanks came overwhelmingly, and the tracks of the tanks mercilessly crushed the Japanese soldiers. Spiritually and physically, the arrogant northward ambition of the Japanese Empire was buried in the desert of Mongolia, which was full of wind and sand. In this battle, more than 50,000 Japanese soldiers died in battle, while the Soviet army suffered less than 3 thousand casualties.
Nomenkan, a devilish name, it left a painful memory to Kazuki Yamamoto like a brand that can never be erased.
As a realist, Kazuki Yamamoto knew that he could not change the equipment of the Japanese army, but he still had the power to equip this small special force with less than a hundred people with advanced weapons. Each member of the secret service team is equipped with a German-made Ximasi MP38 submachine gun and a German-made 20-round shell pistol. Each combat team has 10 people and is equipped with two light machine guns. The individual firepower is satisfactory.
For this action, Kazuki Yamamoto was very disapproving. He thought Yoshio YoshioThe lieutenant general was a little impulsive. Although the Eighth Route Army was a unit with strong combat effectiveness in the entire China Army, in his eyes, this army composed of peasants who had never seen the world was simply not an army. They are dressed in rags like beggars, and they worry about winter. Their government doesn’t even issue cotton military uniforms. It’s considered first-class equipment to have a captured 38-style rifle. Most soldiers still use Qing court ministers in the late 19th century. Made in Hanyang, the product of the Hanyang Arsenal founded by Zhang Zhidong, the accuracy of this rifle is extremely poor, and jamming is common. Even with such inferior weapons, ammunition is extremely scarce, and each soldier can't close five bullets. Such an army dared to fight the imperial army, it was just a joke. What angered Kazuki Yamamoto the most was that Lieutenant General Youzuka Yoshio ordered his elite special agent team to attack a small regiment-level headquarters of this beggar army for a long distance. This is an insult to Kazuki Yamamoto. According to his idea, this special force should go to Chongqing to attack Chiang Kai-shek's official Qiu, and capture the bald chairman, or secretly land in Hawaii in a submarine, capture that old bastard MacArthur, and finally kill the US Pacific Fleet Commander, Mr. Youzuka is too emotional. Even if this Li Yunlong is a man of great powers, he has only made troubles in the county a few times and ambushed a transport team. At best, such a small man is a king of the mountain. Isn't this too embarrassing for him? If dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, the order must of course be carried out. Li Yunlong, a country bumpkin, never dreamed that he would become a big shot, and a well-armed and well-trained special forces raided from a long distance for him. This is simply a presidential treatment. At least it is an honor that can only be enjoyed by generals with heavy troops.
Supplement: There is an obvious error in the narrative in this chapter: the Battle of Nomonkan took place from June to September 1939, and the Soviet Union’s T-34 tanks were first produced in batches in January 1940, until the beginning of the Great Patriotic War Only over 1,000 were produced. The T-34 prototype T-32 was developed in 1939 and participated in the battle of Nomenkan for actual combat testing, but the number is very small, so it is impossible for thousands of T-34s to participate in this campaign.