Liang Jian: Lao Li, I'm really not a military expert

When Lin Zhenhua heard about the system's reward, he was a little confused. What on earth was the rotten egg fruit? He grew up in the countryside and was considered knowledgeable, but he didn't even know there was such a tree. There are really all kinds of wonders in the world.

Considering that the system had warned him that the smell of rotten egg fruit was too strong, he stayed in the system space for the time being and began to think about his next move.

"Captain Lin, we have to find a way to replenish some ammunition. We only have 3000 rifle bullets, 200 pistol bullets, 200 machine gun bullets, 38 cantaloupe grenades, 22 mortar shells, 5000 Type infantry gun shells, and submachine gun bullets. If we run into a large force of the devils, our ammunition will be used up in two battles at most."

Listening to Lu Xiaohai's report, Lin Zhenhua took out the captured Japanese map and started searching on it. He found that there were no small Japanese strongholds nearby. Even a large stronghold could not be taken down by their hundred or so people. For a moment, he felt a little melancholy.

"Third Platoon Leader, I've heard about this. Arrange it so that the soldiers can use it sparingly. Let's go back to Lijiazhuang first. We still have 60,000 to 70,000 rounds of ammunition and 200 to 300 artillery shells in reserve there."

"Notify the comrades to speed up their pace. Do not return to Changbao Cave tonight. March back to Lijiazhuang overnight!"

Under Lin Zhenhua's command, the squad began a forced march and rushed back to the soldier cave as quickly as possible, carrying half a month's worth of dry food, and marched all night with horses and torches.

The outskirts of Motianling.

Ono Taro looked at Lin Zhenhua and the slight footprints they left behind, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Our opponents are very cunning. If we hadn't acted quickly and arrived here in time, these slight traces they left behind would soon be covered by the melting snow! Hirata-kun, do you think we should go into the mountains now, or wait until tomorrow morning?"

Kojiro Hirata looked at the sky, then used a telescope to carefully observe the snow in the forest, and replied cautiously: "Mr. Ono, according to the situation in the forest, we should rest for one night and pursue tomorrow. But I have a hunch that our opponent is less than a day's journey away from us. If we camp tonight, we may lose the opponent's trace again, resulting in the failure of the mission!"

Ono Taro put down the map in his hand and said hesitantly, "Hirata-kun, my idea is similar to yours, but if we venture into the mountains, non-combat casualties will be very serious. By then, the only warriors who can really fight are at most a small team. With such a small force, can we really catch the enemy?"

Hirata Kojiro understood Ono Taro's concerns. In order to boost his confidence, he told him a piece of intelligence he had just received: "Ono-kun, the imperial intelligence personnel have recruited several gangs of bandits in Luliang Mountain. We can definitely seek their help. They are very familiar with the topography of the mountain. As long as the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army is in the mountain, they will definitely leave traces. With the help of those bandits, we can completely hold on to the enemy tightly, and then seek support from the air force to completely destroy the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army!"

The huge temptation and the help from the outside world made Taro Ono make up his mind. He left a squad of Japanese soldiers to guard the vehicles and the wounded, and led a team of 100 people into the mountains to pursue Lin Zhenhua.

After a forced march all night, Yamamoto's special forces arrived at Motianling an hour after Ono Taro left. When he saw the remaining wounded Japanese soldiers and a squad of Japanese soldiers and learned about the situation, Yamamoto Ikki did not pursue them directly, but instead notified the team to rest for a night.

"Notify them that we must bring enough dry food for seven days this time and discard unnecessary baggage. Tomorrow morning at five o'clock, we will enter the mountains to catch up with Ono's squadron!"

At this time, Lin Zhenhua's troops in Luliang Mountain were walking on the slippery snow with torches. If they were not careful, they might fall. In desperation, they could only tie each other with ropes so that even if something went wrong, they could be rescued in time.

"Captain Lin, we have been walking for more than four hours. Let's take a break! It's dark at night and the road is slippery. We have only climbed two hills. If we want to get out of Luliang Mountain, we still have to climb six hills."

Lin Zhenhua responded with a heavy breath: "We must hold on no matter how difficult it is. The Japanese fighter plane crashed in this area. Their search team will arrive soon. Once they find any traces of us entering the mountain, they will definitely send a large force to search for us. We must race against time now. Only in this way can we escape from the dangerous situation."

"Tell the comrades to hold on a little longer. Once we get over the hill, we'll cook and rest for two hours. The roads will be slippery at night, so everyone should be careful!"

Lin Zhenhua, leaning on a wooden stick, advanced with the main force. The wounded were left in Qingfeng Village, which greatly increased the team's marching speed.

"Captain Lin, I'll tell my comrades right now to make sure no one gets left behind!"

After marching silently for a day and a night, they would be out of Luliang Mountain by crossing another hill, and it would only be half a day's journey to Lijiazhuang. Looking at the tired figures of the soldiers, Lin Zhenhua informed everyone to take a rest. They would no longer march tonight, but would temporarily set up camp and establish a defensive position.

"Second Platoon Leader, build a defensive position immediately. You are also responsible for defending the left wing of the position. We heard gunshots coming from the forest before. We can be sure that they are the Japanese pursuers. They are at most half a day's journey away from us. We can rely on the terrain advantage to catch the Japanese off guard and kill the pursuers behind us. We must not bring danger to Lijiazhuang. By the way, see if we can use this opportunity to replenish some ammunition!"

"Third Platoon Leader, your platoon will be responsible for defending the right wing of the position, and the remaining two platoons will be responsible for defending the front. Set up all our light and heavy machine guns to form a cross-fire network and beat up those damned Japs!"

"Li Sanwa, hurry up and set up those two Type 92 infantry guns for me. If the Japs come, just bomb them. Save your shells and don't use them all up at once. We don't know how many Japs are coming yet, so take it easy!"

Wang Dazhu, the second platoon leader, looked at the snow-covered hilltop and knocked on it with his pickaxe, but it didn't budge. He said to Lin Zhenhua with a bitter face, "Captain Lin, there is no way to build a defensive position. The snow is frozen hard. Even the hoes we borrowed from the villagers can't move it. We can't just let everyone lie on the snow. If we do that, we will freeze to death!"

Lin Zhenhua picked up the pickaxe and hit it hard a few times. Some ice chips fell off the hard snow. This made him feel that his previous idea was a bit too naive. He had never encountered such a situation before. He looked at Wang Dazhu and asked curiously, "Second Platoon Leader, what did you do when you encountered such a thing before?"