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

Lin Zhenhua led everyone to put down their work and after ten days, they finally produced eight rockets. At this time, the food reserves in Lijiazhuang were running out, with only ten days of food left. Even if they ate sparingly, they could only last for half a month at most. Lin Zhenhua knew in his heart that he must lead the team out to snatch food from the Japanese and solve the food crisis in the base.

Li Sanwa spent nine days in total and finally returned to Lijiazhuang in the evening. He had no time to eat and hurried to report: "Captain Lin, after my investigation in the past few days, it is more reliable for us to attack the Xujia Town artillery tower. There is a company of puppet troops stationed inside, not even a single Japanese soldier!"

"This stronghold is not very big. There is only a three-story artillery tower inside, and two bunkers below. There is a trench dug outside with water inside. There is a drawbridge above. There is a sentry on the top of the artillery tower, and a three-person checkpoint set up on the periphery."

"Also, the Japanese used Yushuling to transport supplies to the Japanese troops in various strongholds. Here, I found several Japanese transport teams, which were resupplied every two days."

Listening to Li Sanwa's story, Lin Zhenhua's eyes rolled. He already had an idea in his mind. He immediately called everyone to a meeting and planned to go out tomorrow to get a batch of supplies back.

"Comrades, we are now very short of food. We only have ten days' worth of food left. Tomorrow we will go out with five days' worth of dry food. I have arranged for the kitchen team to prepare it. The food saved can help the people left behind in Lijiazhuang hold out for a longer period of time."

"Our first target is the artillery tower in Xujia Town. I plan to disguise myself as a Japanese soldier, enter the tower, and resolve the battle as quickly as possible. We have previously seized the equipment of the Japanese soldier Yamamoto's special forces. After these days of repairs, there are 24 sets that can be used. This time, we will take all of them with us, and also take a squad of Japanese soldiers' clothes. When we go out, we will wear the Japanese soldiers' clothes and carry their equipment. Even the Japanese soldiers can be easily deceived by us!"

"These days, the Japanese planes have not stopped flying in the sky. If we wear the Japanese clothes and walk on the road in a swaggering manner, it will be very safe and can also speed up the march."

"This time, the first, second, and third platoons will follow me. The fourth platoon will stay behind. The fifth platoon will continue military production. The medical team will send two people to follow us. The production of medicines cannot be stopped. We must bring more medicines when we go out. We will set off at five o'clock tomorrow morning. All troops must be prepared in advance!"

After a brief explanation, people in Lijiazhuang became busy, organizing the ammunition and placing it on the carriage. This time, they planned to take away all the horses in Lijiazhuang. After all, they had to transport the spoils of war. Without the help of the carriage, they would not be able to get back much by carrying it on their shoulders or hands.

Early the next morning, Lin Zhenhua led three platoons to set off. After two days, they arrived at the outskirts of the Xujia Town artillery tower. After a simple meal of dry food, Lin Zhenhua let the soldiers rest for an hour and planned to launch an attack on the stronghold.

"Comrades, I will lead 23 soldiers to pretend to be members of the special forces and enter the artillery tower. All of us are equipped with the enemy's submachine guns. After the battle breaks out, you must occupy the suspension bridge as soon as possible. The artillery squad must suppress the puppet army's bunkers with firepower as soon as possible. Never let the puppet army's bunkers have a chance to open fire!"

"Li Sanwa, you have to shoot accurately and don't hurt our own people. Wang Dazhu, the rest of the people are under your command. As soon as we start a firefight with the puppet army, you must launch an attack and never give the puppet army time to react!"

Lin Zhenhua has already put on the uniform of the Japanese special forces. He is entering the tiger's den alone and has to be a lone hero. In fact, he has no experience in military command. In the word, he is reckless. The people under him are similar to him and still have a lot to learn in this regard. This is a good opportunity to give them training.

Lin Zhenhua led three squads of soldiers, disguised as Yamamoto's special forces, and swaggered to the Xujia Town artillery tower stronghold. The puppet army company commander Zhao Dabao had already discovered this strange group of devils. He quickly ordered his men to lower the drawbridge, walked out of the stronghold and asked, "Taijun, where are you from? Why have I never seen you before?"

Lin Zhenhua replied in Japanese: "Baga Yalu! We are the Yamamoto Special Forces, I am the team leader Hirata Ikki, call your highest officer over, I need his help with something important!"

Seeing the confused look on the puppet army company commander Zhao Dabao's face, Lin Zhenhua remembered that this guy couldn't understand the Japanese language at all. He repeated it in Chinese and finally made Zhao Dabao understand what he meant.

At first, Zhao Dabao was skeptical about the people in front of him, wondering if someone was pretending to be a Japanese soldier. After all, he had never seen Japanese soldiers dressed like that before. However, after seeing the submachine guns they were carrying, he gave up the idea. The submachine guns and melon grenades on these people could not be fake. The Japanese language spoken by the leading Japanese soldier also sounded real. The stiff tone was completely different from the tone used by people in China. This made him sure that the group of Japanese soldiers in front of him were definitely not pretending to be Eighth Route Army soldiers.

"Master, if you have anything to ask, just tell me. I will do whatever I can!"

Lin Zhenhua patted Zhao Dabao on the shoulder and said seriously: "Let's go to the turret first. It's not safe outside!"

"Taijun, please come in!"

Under the guidance of Zhao Dabao, Lin Zhenhua and his party came to the artillery tower. Lin Zhenhua waved his hand and asked the soldiers to hurry to the second and third floors of the artillery tower, and even the top floor was not spared.

Zhao Dabao had no doubts about Lin Zhenhua's behavior, because the Japanese had never truly trusted them. No matter which time the Japanese came to station there, they were always like this.

"You can rest assured, Master. We are loyal to you! The Eighth Route Army tried to break through our artillery tower, but we beat them back. We killed and injured hundreds of them, and even received praise from Noda Nakataku."

Lin Zhenhua had no intention of arguing with Zhao Dabao. When he was sure that the soldiers were in place, he put his hand on the submachine gun, pointed the muzzle directly at Zhao Dabao, and said sinisterly: "Zhao Dabao, I am the Tubalu you are talking about. Do you want to surrender or fight to the end? Give me a clear answer!"

"But I have to make it clear to you in advance. If you behave yourself, I will spare your life. If you resist, don't blame me for being ruthless. What I have in my hand is not a fire stick, but the famous Thompson submachine gun. You guys are not enough for my one volley of bullets! I'll give you three seconds to think about it. Life or death is entirely up to you!"