Bright Sword: Japs, times have changed

There was no means to intercept telegrams on the front battlefield, but this did not affect the Eighth Route Army's ability to obtain intelligence from the movements of the Japanese.

Independent regiment headquarters.

The team had just dispersed, and the only thing left in the regiment headquarters except for the communications squad was the guard company. With this team of less than a hundred people, Li Yunlong was still planning to go out and make some money.

Political Commissar Zhao Gang was firmly opposed to this, believing that Li Yunlong's move was too risky. He advised: "Captain Li, you are the military chief of the regiment. If anything goes wrong, the regiment will have to return to rescue you just after it has dispersed to develop."

Hearing this, Li Yunlong looked disdainfully at Zhao Gang, the scholar-like political commissar who had just joined the independent regiment, and said, "Don't try to judge me by my own strength, kid. Back then, when we fought in Hubei, Henan, and Anhui, I fought five times in a row and nothing happened. If we go out and attack one or two strongholds, what else can go wrong?"

Ever since the brigade commander took away half of a cavalry battalion, Li Yunlong has been thinking about finding another opportunity. He can't just stay in the regiment headquarters and starve.

There was another reason why he wanted to leave the regiment headquarters, which was that he didn't want to stay with Political Commissar Zhao Gang. In his words, they couldn't pee in the same pot.

Zhao Gang had to lecture him before he could even say a few words, which gave Li Yunlong a headache.

Seeing that his persuasion was fruitless, Zhao Gang had no choice but to use his last trump card and said with a smile: "If you want me to agree to your action, it's fine, but I also have a condition."

"On condition?"

Li Yunlong's eyes lit up and he smiled, "No problem! As long as you don't ask me to bring you water to wash your feet, everything else is fine!"

But Zhao Gang's next words silenced Li Yunlong instantly, and he no longer had any thoughts of leaving. "My conditions are very simple. As long as the brigade commander agrees, I will not hesitate!"

"Fuck you!"

Li Yunlong cursed and walked into the house angrily.

Are you kidding me? Tell this to the brigade commander?

Not to mention whether he would be rejected, even if it was done, half of it would be taken away, which would be a death sentence for Li Yunlong.

This didn't work, and that didn't work either. Li Yunlong could only sulk on the kang in the room. He opened the cabinet to drink some wine, but what he took out were two empty bottles without a drop of wine in them.

This made Li Yunlong even more angry. He thought that before the political commissar came, he had never experienced such a hard life.

After much deliberation, Li Yunlong decided to lead his troops out in the middle of the night and act first and report later. Zhao Gang couldn't possibly give away half of the supplies he had obtained, right?

Just as he was about to go out to inform the guard company to get ready, he saw Zhao Gang walking in with a serious expression, followed by a sentry from the forward observation post.

Li Yunlong remembered that he was the one who arranged this sentry himself. When he saw him coming back, he knew something had happened.

Before he could ask, Political Commissar Zhao Gang spoke first: "Captain Li, a regiment of the Japanese is moving towards our defense zone. They are marching very fast, but their target is not the regimental headquarters."

At Zhao Gang's signal, the sentry immediately reported the situation: "Since 3:00 p.m., the Japanese troops from Laiyuan County have quickly moved and are marching outside our defense zone. They are moving very quickly towards Yangziling. In about an hour, they will reach the defense zone of the 358th Regiment of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army."

Based on the sentry's report, Li Yunlong quickly drew the Japanese marching route on the map with a pencil. The entire route passed through his defense zone and the defense zone of the 358th Regiment of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army, covering a distance of nearly 20 kilometers.

"The Japs are trying to gather the strength of two regiments! What are they planning to do?"

Li Yunlong muttered to himself, "There are no important combat targets near this area, and it's close to the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army's defense zone. Could it be that they are gathering troops to attack the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army?"

Li Yunlong had only encountered this kind of troop concentration during the last mopping-up operation. The Japanese dispatched two regiments of troops, hoping to wipe out the 129th Division in one fell swoop. It was also on Cangyun Ridge that they defeated the Sakata Regiment, known as the elite force of the Japanese.

Political Commissar Zhao Gang shook his head and said, "I don't think so. The Shanxi-Suiyuan Army's position is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Plus, their equipment is no worse than the Japanese. If two regiments want to launch an attack, the Japanese officers must be crazy."

Li Yunlong put down his pencil and asked, "That's really weird. What are the Japanese trying to do by assembling troops in such a grand manner?"

"No, I have to find out what's going on!"

After saying that, Li Yunlong picked up his belt and left without giving Zhao Gang any chance to react.

By the time Zhao Gang realized what was happening, Li Yunlong had already disappeared. He was so anxious that he shouted to the sentry beside him, "Quick, go and notify the guard company. No action is allowed without my permission!"

The sentry received the order and left quickly, but he hadn't gone far when he met the regiment commander Li Yunlong: "Wait a minute, hurry back to your post."

"Yes!"

Li Yunlong stole a glance at the regimental headquarters, confirmed that Zhao Gang had not caught up with him, and a smug smile appeared on his face: "In the independent regiment, it has always been Old Li who has the final say!"

……

Lin Qiang took out all the weapons obtained from the victory in the battle. With the support of the system, the weapons that suddenly appeared also seemed very reasonable.

There is a cliff three kilometers ahead of the village. It is less than ten meters high, but it is very suitable for ambushes.

One side of the road is against the mountain, and on the other side is a cliff more than ten meters high. This is not the only route leading to the village, and Lin Qiang and his friends did not enter the village from here.

But if the Japanese want to enter the village as quickly as possible, this road is the fastest and shortest.

At this time, Lin Qiang was deploying firepower points in detail, and he had no idea that his platoon of less than 30 people was mistaken by the Japanese as the main force of the Eighth Route Army, and they intended to use two regiments to encircle and destroy him.

The newly acquired Type 92 heavy machine gun, commonly known as Pheasant Neck, was deployed by Lin Qiang at the cliff pass, using huge rocks as cover. Unless the Japanese carried infantry artillery, they would not be able to effectively strike the firepower point by relying solely on mortars.

In addition, Lin Qiang also used ropes to place grenades in a crack in the rocks that were powerful enough to blow up the rocks. This was just in case. If they encountered unmatched Japanese soldiers, they could also block the Japanese soldiers' path by blowing up the rocks, giving the team time to retreat.

More importantly, Lin Qiang believed that it was used to block the Japanese's retreat.

There were three people deployed at the heavy machine gun fire point. Hu Zi was the machine gunner, and the other two newly joined soldiers were ammunition handlers.

Not knowing how many Japanese soldiers came back this time, Lin Qiang did not become complacent because of the two ambushes. He personally arranged every position to ensure that no accidents would occur.

Time passed by minute by minute.

As the atmosphere became calmer, the heroic spirit that had been aroused in the soldiers' hearts gradually faded away. The soldiers who could smoke had no idea how many cigarettes they had smoked in a short period of time.

The same was true for Lin Qiang. The previous two ambushes were prepared battles, but this time was different. He didn't know how many Japanese soldiers would come, whether they would carry heavy weapons, or whether they would take this road to the village.

All of this is an unknown to him and the entire team.

Unforeseen dangers are the most frightening.

I don’t know how long it took, Lin Qiang only knew that this was the fourth cigarette he had put out.

The cigarette butt had not been completely extinguished when he suddenly saw the soldier in charge of observation running towards him in a hurry. His first reaction was that the Japanese were coming!

As expected, the soldier ran over, lay down beside Lin Qiang and whispered, "Platoon leader, the devils are coming!"

Sure enough, it came!

Lin Qiang couldn't tell whether he was afraid or excited. His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "Did you see clearly? How many Japanese soldiers came this time?"

"a lot of!"

The soldier tried to express the number of devils he saw in words, gesturing with his hands: "I can't count how many there are. Their line is very long, very long!"

Lin Qiang had no intention of verifying this news and immediately issued the order to retreat: "Qiangzi, take some people to help Huzi remove the heavy machine gun!"

"The rest of you, take your equipment and evacuate the position quickly!"

It is true that I am afraid of death, and it is also true that I don’t want to make unnecessary sacrifices.

The team quickly evacuated the ambush position without leaving a single bullet.

The grenade planted by Lin Qiang exploded by pulling the fuse after everyone retreated.

A violent explosion resounded throughout the valley, followed by the sound of falling rocks.

A large area of rocks collapsed due to the explosion, and only a few huge rocks rolled down the cliff. The rest were stuck on the road, completely blocking the way into the village.

Looking back at his masterpiece, Lin Qiang led his team to retreat to the back mountain of the village with satisfaction.