Chapter 3 Morning Star (Three Ones)

"Hiss,." Although we had known that Zhang Songling was bold, everyone still thought that his bold idea had taken a breath of air, took the initiative to attack, blocked the Japanese and gave them a blow. That was a real Japanese brigade. Even if the guerrillas included cooks and disabled people due to injuries, there were only about 230, less than one-fifth of the enemy.

"This is too risky. If the Japanese bite it, we will lose more than we can."

"Even with Zhou Heizi's help, our two families can't afford this Japanese devil. If they can't do it well, they are surrounded by Japanese devils and have no chance to escape."

"It's too risky, too risky. We shouldn't do this anyway. Team Wang just said that we want guerrilla warfare. The enemy advances and we retreat. The enemy is tired and we disturb us. The enemy."

After surprise, there was a voice of opposition. The guerrillas usually focused on group efforts and spoke freely when they held meetings. Even if Red Beard proposed such a risky strategy, they would be unanimously refuted by everyone. What's more, Zhang Songling's current prestige in the guerrillas is far from the point where Red Beard himself is.

"Everyone calm down first and listen to Captain Zhang finish his words." Although he also felt that Zhang Songling was a little whimsical, in the idea of ​​cultivating a successor, Hongbei cleared her throat and spoke to suppress everyone's discussion.

"Fatty, don't worry, just say it slowly! What do you think? As long as it makes sense, I will always stand on your side." Zhao Tianlong is Zhang Songling's only die-hard supporter, and he always believes in the other party's choice at any time.

He looked at Hongbei and Zhao Tianlong with gratitude. Zhang Songling organized a speech and explained with a smile: "Our Team Wang did put forward the 16-word policy just now, but I think the main meaning there is that we must move, and we cannot set up a formation and wait for the Japanese to make a move. Let's move first, then drag the Japanese to follow us to move, and then move, while the Japanese were not prepared, he would give him a ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless ruthless

"Well, the solution is to die, people live, and you have to learn and apply any good method. This is better than you." Red Beard nodded and praised with a smile.

"That's right, is the fat man's brain?" Everyone laughed and whispered. Zhang Songling's explanation just now sounded a little bit reasonable, at least, it proved that he had indeed thought about it carefully, rather than trying to fight the Japanese devils regardless of reality.

"Our Black Stone Guerrilla Brigade and the brotherly troops in our mouths have an advantage. Even the Japanese may not be as good as us." Zhang Songling smiled and continued to analyze patiently: "That is, our people can ride horses. Even if they cannot be considered a cavalry in the full sense, they can also be considered an infantry riding horse."

"That's it." Everyone smiled and nodded again. The war horses in the grassland area were cheaper. Even the comrades who came from their mouths watched their companions running in and out on high-headed horses every day. In a few days, they were eager to try. As long as they could go out and get hit, they would not take long to fall.

"On the other hand, the Japanese are all infantry. Even if there are cars to transport, with the Japanese national strength, it is impossible for every brigade of infantry to get on the car. Therefore, we will definitely take advantage of the Japanese. Basically, we can run whatever we want. The new Japanese soldiers can only chase our horses with their feet in less than a month or two."

"Hahaha, haha" Thinking of the Japanese who were so sucking behind him, everyone couldn't help laughing. Before they knew it, they felt that a large group of Japanese soldiers was nothing scary. People with two legs would definitely not be able to run into four legs. As long as the distance between the enemy and us was more than one thousand meters, even if the Japanese had more than many heavy machine guns to help, they would have no choice but to do anything to everyone.

"In addition, the Japanese have another problem, which is that they are rigid and like to read the script." Pushing the map away from him, Zhang Songling dipped some tea with his fingers and drew a few small dots on the table. "Suppose the Japanese reinforcements were the size of a brigade, and before they contacted the Japanese in the city, their understanding of us could only be through a limited number of pieces of information, which was neither detailed nor thorough. Based on my past experience in participating in the war, it can basically be determined that a brigade of Japanese is composed of the following combat units."

Trying to recall the experience summarized when fighting with the main Japanese troops, he added names to the water spots on the table, "A 30-person brigade, walking in the center of the team when marching, a heavy machine gun squadron carrying twelve heavy machine guns, either taking a car or using mules and horses to transport weapons, following the brigade headquarters, and obeying the brigade leader at any time. Usually the rank is the order of Zhong Zuo, followed by a cannon platoon, carrying two 92 infantry cannons, each brigade equipped with three to four Infringement squadrons, each of which is about 180 people, are located in front of the brigade headquarters and behind the brigade headquarters to protect the commander and heavy firepower. At the end of the brigade, it is a transportation squadron with a size of 110 people. In addition to the ammunition carried with you, the artillery shells and bullets of the entire brigade are all the responsible. These Japanese soldiers are usually the hardest to work, but they have the lowest status in the entire brigade. They are usually soldiers with negative combat attitudes or low combat quality.

"You want to fight the transportation squadron, right?" Before Zhang Songling finished speaking, all the cadres jumped up and asked excitedly. This time, it was not against it, but was trying hard to try.

"Let's find a way to transfer the other Japanese soldiers. As long as the team is out of touch, we will ride our horses to chop off their transport troops."

"Blow him all the ammunition, see what he uses to fight us."

"Fatty, you are so good. You have fought bayonets face to face with the Japanese front-line troops. This idea is awesome."

Amid the tide of praise, Zhang Songling's face turned red slightly, and she waved her hand, raising her voice a little, suppressing everyone's discussion, "I haven't finished speaking yet, I haven't finished speaking yet. There are many steps to implement this plan, and each step cannot be deviated."

"Say it, let's listen."

"Hurry up, hurry up, my heart is so itchy that it almost pops out of my mouth."

The cadres of the guerrillas gently covered their mouths and made a look of ears. They were all people who had been on the battlefield. What tricks might work and what tricks were on paper. You can predict the same thing with just a little ear. Since Zhang Songling had a very good analysis, it means that he had already been confident from the beginning, and even if he could not achieve full results, his losses would not be too great.

As expected, Zhang Songling was fighting the Japanese transport squadron's idea. After thinking about it, he continued: "According to my past experience, when the Japanese march, there will be a gap between the troops. Whether the Japanese are riding in a car or a mule or a horse, it will take some time from the marching formation to the onset of battle. Especially the heavy machine gun that poses the greatest threat to our cavalry, from seeing us, pressing the magazine, and then setting up fire, it takes at least half a minute to prepare."

"So my idea is." After a glance at the red beard, Zhang Songling received a lot of encouragement in the other party's eyes, "Give full play to the geographical advantages of the hilly areas east of Heishi Village, that is, the area around Squirrel Mountain, and pull the team there in advance. While sending investigators to cover up the sheep, approach the enemy, determine their formation arrangements, weapons and equipment conditions and general scale, and make preparations in advance and find ways to trick the Japanese combat troops and transportation troops from the disconnection. As long as they are separated by three to five miles from each other, it is enough for our cavalry to rush over and completely defeat the transportation troops."

"My initial plan is as follows. Please help me and improve this plan together." The more I said, Zhang Songling's eyes became brighter and he was completely devoted to it. He no longer had time to consider whether his qualifications were enough to formulate an action plan for the guerrillas, and even more had no time to consider everyone's opinion of himself. "After I figured out the specific situation of the enemy, first of all, I need a cavalry with a size of about fifty people."

"Doing this may not be enough to anger the Japanese. We should send another group of people to ambush." ​​Everyone's enthusiasm was mobilized. Following Zhang Songling's ideas, he put forward his own ideas to perfect them. Everyone unknowingly ignored Zhang Songling's specific age. Everyone had no time to consider. At present, even the Communist Party member is not even a Communist Party member, is not qualified to command everyone.

Seeing this scene, a smile quietly emerged on the tired face of the Red Beard, leaning against the back of the chair, he tried to change to a comfortable position, with a proud look on his face, 'This was what I exchanged for a big white horse last year. I exchanged his heart with just a big white horse. In front of me, who dares to say that he can do business,'
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