Anti-Japanese War: I have a million soldiers and you call me a division commander?

"Tubalu!!!!"

The Japanese and puppet troops who were avoiding the artillery fire saw the officers and soldiers of the 1st Battalion of the 1st Detachment revealing their true identities through the firing holes.

All the Japanese and puppet troops were terrified when they discovered that the 1st Battalion was wearing the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army.

"Quick, call the regiment commander and tell him we're under attack from the main force of the Eighth Route Army. Request tactical guidance!"

In the stronghold, the Japanese captain was sweating profusely and shouted loudly to the telegraph operator.

Before the troops set off, Chu Feng and the Eighth Route Army had reached an agreement that in order to hide their identities, the Eighth Route Army would take the blame and try to delay the time for the Japanese and puppet troops to discover that these combat troops behind enemy lines were the Independent 1st Division.

During the period of preparation for study, not only did the clothing factory in Yuan County start producing Eighth Route Army uniforms, but the clothing factory in the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region also sent over a batch of new uniforms.

Chu Feng naturally would not take advantage. The Eighth Route Army gave him new uniforms, and he gave the Eighth Route Army a batch of cloth, and even thoughtfully helped dye it.

At the same time, 20 yuan of Saibei currency was paid to the Eighth Route Army for the production costs.

Due to the relationship between Chu Feng and the Eighth Route Army, their border area notes could not be circulated in Chu Feng, but they held Saibei currency and could purchase various supplies in Chu Feng.

In Horqin County, the Japanese colonel had just finished a phone call with the brigade commander.

The Mongolian Army Command decided to conduct intelligence reconnaissance in the local area, especially here, where a battle had just taken place, and it would be best to quickly find the activity area of ​​these people.

"Boom! Boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

But at this moment, he heard a burst of artillery explosions from the north, which startled the Japanese colonel and he roared: "Baga, check quickly, where is the artillery firing?"

As the Japanese colonel roared, a Japanese combat staff officer answered the phone. After hearing a few words, his face changed and he shouted, "Captain, there's a call from the Mitsui Village stronghold. They're under attack from the main force of the Eighth Route Army and are requesting tactical guidance!"

Hearing this, the Japanese colonel commander was stunned, then rushed over, grabbed the phone and asked loudly: "Are you sure it's the Tubalu Army, not the Northern Route Army of the Second War Zone of China or Chu Feng's troops?"

The Japanese soldier on the other end of the phone heard this and immediately said, "Hey, it's either Chu Feng's troops and the Northern Route Army, or the Tubalu Army. Their uniforms are obvious."

Just when the Japanese colonel commander was about to ask questions, the call was disconnected.

"Moses Moses!"

"Moses Moses!"

After shouting twice without any response, the Japanese colonel regiment commander knew that the telephone line had been cut.

"Order all troops to assemble quickly!"

"The First Battalion and the Artillery Squadron are all assembled, and the two battalions of the Imperial Army will also set off."

"We will leave behind an Imperial Army camp, military police, and a supply convoy to defend the county town."

Without hesitation, although the Japanese colonel was not from a professional background and had no military academy experience, he had really climbed to this point through fighting, so he was still very experienced in combat.

He knew that quick support was necessary at this time. The Eighth Route Army was coming in full force, but their firepower was not that strong. Relying on the stronghold, they could completely hold out until he could provide support, provided that he acted quickly.

"Send another telegram to the brigade commander, saying that the Sanjing Village Iron Mine was attacked by the main force of the Eighth Route Army. We can confirm that it was the Eighth Route Army that appeared in our defense zone during this period."

After hearing the Colonel's words, two combat staff officers responded, one went to convey the order and the other went to send a telegram.

On a telephone pole two kilometers away from the Mitsui Village stronghold, several soldiers climbed down from it. They had not only electric wires but also telephones in their hands.

Not only did they cut the telephone lines, they also monitored the conversations between the Japanese.

"Report to the brigade commander!" said an officer in charge with a smile: "Just say the bait is ready and the fish are hooked!"

Ten minutes later, the Japanese colonel, with more than 2,100 Japanese and puppet troops, hurriedly left the county town and strode towards the Mitsui Village stronghold.

At the same time, as soon as the Japanese and puppet troops came out of the county town, they were discovered by the reconnaissance troops and the information was quickly transmitted back via walkie-talkies.

In Laoguanyao, eight kilometers away from the county seat, Liu Yiyun, with two battalions, an artillery battalion, and a supply battalion, had set up an ambush formation, waiting for the arrival of the Japanese and puppet troops.

After receiving the news, the combat staff immediately ran over and reported to Liu Yiyun: "Brigade Commander, the Japanese and puppet troops have been dispatched, with a total number of about 2,100 people."

"The Japanese and puppet troops were carrying five Type 5 infantry guns, and all Japanese infantry battalions were deployed."

Hearing the words of the combat staff, Liu Yiyun chuckled and said to Captain Gao, "Old Gao, 2,100 people is within our expectations."

"Hehe, after this battle, the Japanese and puppet troops in Linger have been crippled by us."

Upon hearing this, Captain Gao smiled and said, "You've become quite famous. Maybe the Japanese and puppet troops in Suiyuan will be keeping an eye on you."

"What are you afraid of!"

Liu Yiyun was not afraid at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "The commander only gave me two months. More than half a month has passed. I don't have much time left. If I don't seize the time, I will have to go back when the time is up."

"After I go back, I will train the troops every day. We don't know when our 1st Independent Division will start fighting. Before I go back, I have to have some fun first."

Speaking of this, Liu Yiyun said with emotion: "When we fought the Japanese before, there was a huge melee involving tens of thousands of people, but we only felt that way. The artillery and air force of our Independent 1st Division are too strong."

"After they finish bombing and wreaking havoc, we infantrymen are just cleaning up the battlefield. We don't feel any sense of accomplishment. Now, I, Old Liu, finally have the pleasure of fighting the Japs head-on."

Looking at Liu Yiyun with a look of emotion, Captain Gao didn't know what to say.

He really wanted to say, "If you don't like it, you can give it back to me. I just like cleaning up the battlefield!"

At this moment, the performance of Captain Gao and Liu Yiyun was like that of a hero in later generations.

Liu Yiyun is tall, rich and handsome. He feels that like an ordinary person, he can succeed without working hard. He doesn't like this feeling. He likes the hardships of starting a business and feels growth in the "hardships".

Captain Gao, a boy from a poor family, had to work hard to get a chance to start a business. But for Liu Yiyun, a tall, rich and handsome man, this opportunity was just an ordinary experience.

The reality is heartbreaking. Even though Chu Feng, the "old father", reduced Liu Yiyun's starting capital to a very ordinary level, compared to Captain Gao, it is Captain Gao's greatest pursuit.

Zhangjiakou, headquarters of the Mongolian army.

"idiot!"

"It's Tubalu indeed!!!"

The Japanese colonel's telegram was quickly reported up the chain of command and reached the hands of the Lieutenant General Commander of the Mongolian Army.

Looking at this telegram, the Japanese lieutenant general commander of the Mongolian army breathed a sigh of relief, with an expression of "as expected" on his face, but he couldn't help cursing.

One person can show three different emotions on his face, in his heart and with his mouth. What a master!