Liang Jian: Developing alone, I really don’t want to be a handsome man

While talking, Li Yunlong quickly snatched the wine bowl from Ding Wei's hand.

"You old boy, you search like this every time! You can't let me drink it once!"

Ding Wei couldn't help complaining.

Chapter 19

As night fell, the moonlight in the early morning fell on the earth, paving the ground with a layer of silver.

Fang Yu led nine rows of people on a starry night journey!

"We belong to four platoons after the ninth platoon."

"Cyclops, I appoint you as a platoon leader to lead three squads. A squad has 11 people overtime, and a platoon has 35 people plus the chief and deputy platoon leaders..."

"Cyclops, you appoint the deputy platoon leader and the three squad leaders yourself!"

"Wang Dakui! You are the platoon leader of the second platoon, and you have three squads under your jurisdiction. There are 35 people in total including the chief and deputy platoon leaders!"

"Wang Chengzhu, you are the leader of the third platoon, and the third platoon also belongs to the artillery platoon. As long as you are responsible for protecting your Type 41 75mm small mountain gun..."

"Black Whirlwind! You are the leader of the fourth platoon, and the fourth platoon is the same, with a full staff of 35 people. The fourth platoon is mainly the machine gun platoon. The ten Czech light machine guns and two Maxim heavy machine guns are protected by your fourth platoon."

Fang Yu arranged one by one.

Wang Dakui and Wang Chengzhu were originally the old people Fang Yu brought out from the independent regiment, a sharpshooter and a sharpshooter, so it was not a problem for them to serve as the second and third platoon leaders.

Most of the more than 150 people in the ninth row are the old subordinates of Cyclops, so the position of the leader of this row must be reserved for him.

As for that Hei Xuanfeng is also a member of the bandits in Heiyunzhai. He is tall and mighty, and he is good at using machine guns.

A platoon is full of 35 people, and four platoons have a total of 140 people.

The remaining dozen or so were directly incorporated into his security squad by Fang Yu.

Now the ninth platoon has two standard infantry platoons, an artillery platoon, a machine gun platoon and a guard squad.

"Platoon leader, what shall we call from now on..."

"The people below call us platoon leader, and we call you platoon leader..."

"This... this sounds a little weird..."

"Platoon leader, why don't I call you... the old platoon leader?"

Wang Chengzhu, the leader of the third row, scratched his head and said with a silly smile.

"Platoon leader, I think this is indeed a problem..."

"Otherwise, let's call you the company commander!"

"Anyway, we do have the strength of a company now!"

Wang Dakui, the leader of the second row, couldn't help but nodded.

"That won't work."

"The group leader only gave me a platoon number before."

"How can I call the company commander casually."

"Then when our ninth platoon has the strength of a regiment, won't you still call me regimental commander?"

"Isn't this Yue Zu acting on his behalf?"

"Change your name as you like."

Fang Yu said while leading the crowd on the march.

"Platoon leader, why don't we call you the boss?"

"That's what we call it around here!"

The four-row long black whirlwind smiled, and the body carrying the Maxim heavy machine gun trembled three times.

This guy is worthy of calling himself Black Whirlwind... Not much else to say, his body shape is indeed about the same as that of Black Whirlwind Li Kui. He has a big waist and a round waist, and it is not troublesome to carry a Maxim heavy machine gun weighing hundreds of catties...

And still march as usual!

"The head of the family?"

"What has become of this..."

"I'm pulling you into the Eighth Route Army, not in your Heiyunzhai..."

Fang Yu smiled wryly.

"Otherwise... just call him Dashuai?"

"This name sounds resounding and recognizable. More importantly, the address is just a code name, so don't care too much..."

"Big guy!"

"Master Fang!"

"Hi handsome!"

Cyclops shook the Thompson submachine gun in front of him, and then said excitedly.

"That's a good name!"

"Great handsome, handsome, sounds very majestic!"

"Platoon leader... bah... no... now called the commander..."

"Marshal, I don't think there is any problem with this title!"

Wang Dakui, the leader of the second row, said excitedly.

"Is it a little...too high-profile?"

Fang Yu has always been a relatively low-key person, he likes to be steady...

"Not high-profile! Not high-profile at all!"

"What's so high-profile about this? Marshal, you said it's just a title, mainly for recognition!"

"Master, it's settled."

"By the way, Commander, what's the next battle plan?"

Rows of long one-eyed dragons stared at their lonely eyes.

"The first row and the second row are infantry platoons, and charge with me later."

"The third row is the artillery platoon, the pillars. Later, you will be responsible for firing the artillery outside, intimidating the enemy as much as possible and creating pressure on them."

"The other three platoons dispatched two squads of troops to fight forward with our first and second platoons, and directly attacked the puppet cavalry battalion in Wanjia Town. After all, the third platoon only has one cannon, and it is enough to leave one squad for guarding. .”

"As for the fourth row... Black Whirlwind, then you will directly bring the ten Czech light machine guns in the fourth row to charge along with the first row and the second row to provide fire suppression."

"The other two Maxim heavy machine guns are mounted on the periphery to shoot at the fleeing enemies."

"The guard squad will act with me!"

Fang Yu's eyes swept across the surrounding area, and then he secretly shouted.

Starting at two o'clock in the morning, after two hours of rapid march, they arrived at Wanjia Town!

It's pitch black right now, and everyone is still sleeping soundly...

At the gate of the puppet cavalry camp, two sentries were yawning listlessly, with sleepy faces.

Holding a broadsword, Fang Yu started from the side and came to the two sentinels...

Fang Yu cut one throat with one knife.

The one-eyed dragon on the other side directly twisted the other's neck.

After the sentinel was killed, he quietly entered the puppet army's position.

In their sleep, many soldiers from the cavalry battalion of the puppet army were captured.

The previous work went well.

Seeing that almost a company of puppet troops has almost given up resistance.

At this time, a puppet army who came out to pee in the middle of the night suddenly found them.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

After he roared, Fang Yu shot him dead.

But now the alarm has also been raised.

The puppet troops of the captured company were also a little restless when they heard the sirens.

"Whoever dares to move! Labor and management will kill anyone!"

"Lao-capital's machine guns don't have eyes!"

The four rows of long black whirlwinds roared, and then pressed the trigger of the Czech light machine gun, and half of the shuttle bullets were fired directly, hitting the ground, and dust was flying.

Those captured puppet soldiers suddenly panicked...

"Black Whirlwind! Just leave three light machine guns aimed at them."

"Anyone who makes a change, don't need to report and shoot directly!"

"Others! Call labor and management!"

Fang Yu roared, and then the Thompson submachine gun in his hand began to shoot indiscriminately...

At the same time, Wang Chengzhu operated the only 75mm caliber small mountain gun in the ninth row and began to fire shells...

boom!

boom!

boom!

Three consecutive shells were fired, precisely hitting the core position of the cavalry battalion of the puppet army.

Those puppet soldiers who had just woken up hadn't fully opened their sleepy eyes, and then fell asleep again...

This time I lie down, and I can't wake up again.

At the end of the artillery battle, seven or eight Thomson submachine guns and seven Czech light machine guns began to spray flames, completely bewildering the puppet cavalry who tried to resist.

Chapter 20

"Damn Hippy! Where's the fucking?"

"what happened!"

"Has the investigation been clear?"

Li Cong, commander of the Cavalry Battalion under the Eighth Mixed Brigade of the Puppet Imperial Army, had just crawled out of the gentle nest at this moment, and was still in a state of ignorance.

In the room, the woman's screams could be vaguely heard.

"Battalion Commander, it seems...it seems to be Route 8..."

"I saw the costumes on them..."

"Battalion Commander, based on the equipment of the 8th Route, such a dense sound of machine guns and guns...at least...at least the 8th Route of a regiment is attacking us!"

"Battalion Commander, what should we do? Fight them!"

A company commander of the cavalry battalion gritted his teeth.

Snapped……

Loud big mouth came.

Li Cong, commander of the cavalry battalion of the puppet army, was shaking with anger.

"I was attacked at night by a regiment from the 8th Route. You hit me! Hit me with a hammer!"

"Leave a company of soldiers behind! Everyone else, give labor and management a retreat! Withdraw from Wanjia Town!"

"Where there is life, there is hope!"

"And damn it, help the devils to fight the 8th road? Labor and capital can't do this kind of thing!"