I really came here to fight against Japan

Chapter 409: Retreating and Exploring the Cliff

The Japanese squadron leader said: "Captain, I didn't expect the Eighth Route Army to be so cunning.

It turned out that the troops had already been ambushed on the back cliff of Lijiaopo.

When our men were halfway down, they began to fire fiercely.

A squad of the Imperial Army was destroyed on the spot.

I was also injured by their sniper because I was in the front to provide command and cover. "

"Bakayalu, you... forget it, you should go down and rest first. I will avenge you."

Now Yamazaki has finally lost his usual arrogance and has begun to consider his own way out.

He thought silently: Why not wait for the plane from Taiyuan to come to support me, and then I will take the opportunity to break out.

Although he might be ordered to retire early by the military because of this, it is better than dying here!

When the telegraph soldier came to report to him again that the Taiyuan troops had not come out yet.

The idea of ​​breaking out popped up in Yamazaki's mind again.

"Where is the gunfire coming from?" Ding Wei also asked this question when he heard the gunshots.

"Captain, there must have been gunfire coming from behind Lijiapo."

Song Wenwan: "Captain Ding, is there something going on behind Lijiapo?"

Ding Wei: "It's okay, there are cliffs behind, I left a platoon there.

Not only did I arrange a light machine gun, but the soldiers in that platoon were all equipped with semi-automatic rifles."

Song Wenwan thought about it and it made sense. More than 30 semi-automatic guns, plus a light machine gun, this equipment was already very powerful.

You should know that the power of three semi-automatic rifles is comparable to that of a light machine gun.

Even if we were to fight the Japanese in the field on flat ground, one or two squads might not be enough to defeat them.

What's more, these Japanese devils were sliding down from the cliff, making them perfect sitting ducks.

After a while, the platoon's communicator came running over to report to Ding Wei.

"Captain, the Japanese soldiers at Lijiapo just now tried to slide down the cliff.

Our platoon leader waited until the Japs were halfway down before letting us fire.

Commander, those semi-automatic rifles are so useful. They fire like light machine guns.

As a result, eleven Japanese soldiers were killed on the spot, and four were frightened and let go of the ropes, and fell to their deaths. "

Ding Wei: "Have you confirmed that all those who fell are dead? Don't pretend to be dead in the middle of the night. It would be bad if it scared the villagers."

The communicator said: "Don't worry, Commander. We have replenished the guns of the fallen Japanese soldiers one by one.

Make sure we don’t give these little devils a chance to be captured.”

What the correspondent said at the beginning was quite good, but what he said later cannot be known to outsiders.

Ding Wei said embarrassedly: "Commander Song, I am sorry that I did not teach you well."

Song Wenwan: "Comrade Lao Ding... Hey, don't glare at me first.

I am a war zone commander, and I call you Comrade Lao Ding, and you still refuse to do it?"

The communications soldier didn't know Song Wenwan, and when he saw him and his commander glaring at each other, he immediately refused to do his job.

He glared at her and was about to push Song Wenwan.

"Who are you? How dare you stare at our leader? Are you uncomfortable?"

Ding Wei quickly grabbed the soldier, turned around and smiled, and spoke softly to Song Wenwan.

"Okay, my great God of Wealth Song, if you have anything to say, just tell me."

Song Wenwan said, "Okay, Lao Ding, your ability to lead troops is no worse than Li Yunlong's.

You have only formed a new regiment for about a month, and your subordinates already know to protect you."

Ding Wei: "Commander Song, please don't compare me with Li Yunlong.

I did go to a private school for a few years, and I graduated from the calligraphy class in Hubei, Henan and Anhui."

Song Wenwan: "You two have this matter, why haven't I heard Li Yunlong mention it?"

Ding Wei: "Li Yunlong would brag about how he taught me how to shoot.

I just want to give him face because he used to be my squad leader.

Who knows this guy? He never mentioned this matter again, and I don’t want to mention it either.”

Song Wenwan: "Since he has attended a study class, why can't he recognize words well now?"

Ding Wei asked the soldiers to move away and explained to Song Wenwan in a low voice.

"Not long after the calligraphy class started, Li Yunlong was selected by the division commander to serve as his guard for half a year.

So at that time, Li Yunlong's cultural courses were taught by our old leader himself."

Song Wenwan: "Isn't that good? Our old leader is very knowledgeable.

He went to university abroad, so it would be easy for him to teach Li Yunlong."

Ding Wei: “I can’t teach you.”

Song Wenwan widened her eyes: Is this what I imagined?

Ding Wei: "Or in other words, no matter how we teach, Li Yunlong just can't learn.

Once taught how to fight, Li Yunlong learned very quickly, otherwise he would not have become a regiment commander so early.

But at that time, no one could teach Li Yunlong clearly about cultural subjects.

So, we didn’t mention it anymore.”

Song Wenwan thought about it and agreed: Although Li Yunlong was not very good, it did damage the reputation of the teacher.

However, Li Yunlong's fighting skills were naturally learned from his teacher.

No wonder the teacher always says a few good words for Li Yunlong.

It turns out that he is also Li Yunlong's, half teacher.

Of course, he had only learned half of the knowledge of literature and martial arts.

Li Yunlong also had some self-awareness, so he was naturally embarrassed to tell everyone that he was the teacher's student.

After chatting about trivial things, it’s time to talk about business, so let the little soldier go back first.

Ask him to tell their platoon leader to continue monitoring the situation in the back of Lijiaopo.

If the Japanese make any unusual movements, report to the regiment headquarters immediately.

Song Wenwan asked, "How are you going to fight?"

Ding Wei said: "I have to see how strong the Japanese's defense is."

Then Ding Wei asked the soldiers of the New 1st Regiment to tie a straw man wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army to a wooden stick and slowly move it forward.

It was like the Eighth Route Army soldiers were crawling on the top of the slope.

In less than half a minute, the Japs responded with rifle and machine gun fire.

Ding Wei and Song Wenwan took a look at the straw men that had been taken down.

Their military caps and the front of their uniforms were torn by bullets.

Ding Wei angrily said: "Damn the Japs, luckily they used dummies.

Otherwise, I would have destroyed two companies of soldiers in this time.

The tortoise shell of the Yamazaki Brigade is quite strong. I can't even get to the top of the slope, so how can I fight?"

A soldier suddenly said to Ding Wei: "Captain, the wind direction is good today."

Ding Wei was stunned, and then suddenly he was overjoyed.

"Hahaha, Commander Song, look at me, how could I have forgotten the special skills of the old Red Army?

Oh, this is an old soldier, old comrade, judging from your age, you must be a veteran of the Red Army, right? "

"Reporting to the commander, I am a newly transferred member of the New First Regiment, Niu Dashui, a platoon leader of the Third Company of the Second Battalion.

I did participate in the Long March, but I was in the New Red Army, originally from the First Army..."

Ding Wei was delighted when he heard this, and he said, "I see, I was also there in the battle against the First Army.

But we are comrades now, and it's time for you to let go of your burden.

Tell me, what do you think about this battle now? "

Niu Dashui: "Captain, I remember that when you used to fight us, you particularly liked to use smoke attacks.

It’s the kind that has chili peppers and firewood added to it, and then the flavor is particularly strong.”