Dechang came back and reported on the defense situation of Battalion Commander Ande Xin of the 626th Regiment of the 9th Brigade and his 300 officers and soldiers. Yongxiang's heart tightened: "The little devil dispatched the 4th Brigade of the 8th Division to the aviation and naval forces, Shanhaiguan
There are only more than 300 soldiers inside!"
"No wonder the national army always loses on the battlefield. I don't know what the commander is thinking!" Dechang was so angry that he groaned, but he was proud of the soldiers and thought they were a good group of soldiers.
"All the officials are busy making money!" Yongxiang was very angry and really wanted to lead his troops to beat up the commander of this unit.
Jiaoshan is 3 kilometers north of Shanhaiguan City and is the highest peak of the northern mountain barrier of Guancheng. When Yongxiang and Dechang were angry, the guard post sent out a signal that someone was coming. Several people hurriedly hid themselves, and saw five people carrying some equipment and heading towards
Come here.
"Little Japs!" Although this group of people were dressed as outsiders, Yongxiang, who often dealt with little Japs, clearly saw through the identities of these people. They had short bandy legs and obvious looks like Japanese dwarf monkeys. Dechang pulled out his military thorn and Yongxiang
Xiang hurriedly waved his hand to tell him not to act rashly.
These people were walking around, pointing at the surrounding terrain and discussing. Only then did the commanders and fighters of the Blood Wolf Team who could speak Japanese realize how capable Hu Zhiyong was. It turned out that language can obtain information from the enemy!
"Captain, the kid is measuring the bombardment direction!" During the special warfare training, the Blood Wolf team learned the artillery position target determination course. Seeing the equipment and actions of the five people at the foot of the mountain, Yongxiang felt that the kid was preparing to attack Shanhaiguan.
Take action.
"Kill them!" Dechang knew that once the Japanese got these data, the possibility of Shanhaiguan being hit by artillery shells would increase a lot.
"No!" Yongxiang pondered: "If you kill them, the Japs will still send people. We have to find the artillery positions that the Japs are planning to set up and attack them when they arrive!"
"Brilliant plan! The mantis catches the cicada and the oriole follows behind, and the little devil uses his own cannonball to fly into the sky to relieve his hatred!" Dechang's voice became louder unconsciously, and Yongxiang stared at him before he finally came to his senses.
Dechang, who was feeling embarrassed, suddenly heard the sound of airplanes in the sky. He cursed viciously: "The little devils are preparing to come from heaven and earth together. No wonder the national army cannot defend such a natural barrier as the Great Wall!"
"Not just in the sky and on the earth? The island country's navy is even more powerful!" Yongxiang raised his head and looked at the fighter jets with plaster flags printed on them through his binoculars.
In the early 1930s, aircraft were not advanced. Generally, fighter planes only had machine gun firepower, and artillery fire had not yet been applied to aircraft. However, China's industry was backward, and aircraft were considered to be the most powerful thing by them.
The Blood Wolf Team carries anti-aircraft machine guns. Not to mention the anti-aircraft machine guns on an aircraft like this, even the sniper rifles they are equipped with can knock down the aircraft! Because the little devils are arrogant and fly very low.
We conducted live-fire drills on how to masturbate.
The planes in the sky were roaring, and the blood wolf warriors hiding in the mountains on the ground looked greedily at the place where the commander was hiding. Yongxiang knew that the soldiers all wanted to shoot down the planes, which would increase their achievements in the credit book.
After three consecutive rounds around the three customs areas, the plane finally left. But the five surveyors whom Yamashita hated walked straight towards the place where they were hiding. The soldiers stared closely at the footsteps of the Japanese, lying on the ground and quietly taking out the assassins.
in hand.
Yongxiang could keep his composure. As long as the Japanese took another step forward, he would have to issue an order to kill them!
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, although there is no snow on the mountains, there are no leaves or weeds to hide them. The Blood Wolf Team wearing black leather suits can be spotted by a kid just looking up!
It's a pity that this group of people only looked into the distance, but they didn't expect that there was a powerful pack of wolves hidden under their feet and nearby - the Tiger and Wolf Division!
The top of Jiaoshan Mountain is a large flat roof, which can accommodate hundreds of people. The little devil walked up and began to eat dry food and rest, while the soldiers had no choice but to continue lying on the ground and lurking against the ice-like ground.
The little Japanese refused to leave, and the soldiers were anxiously waiting for the order to attack. But Yongxiang never spoke, and the trigger in his hand did not release. As if he had rested enough, the little Japanese picked up the measuring instrument and headed down the mountain.
Walk.
"Take two soldiers to follow and make sure you know where their positions are!" Yongxiang released his finger from the trigger and issued an order to Dechang beside him.
"Understood!" Dechang held out two fingers, and the two soldiers followed him in the direction where the Japanese left.
The little devil walked away, and Wen Liang came back with the soldiers of the third squadron. Yongxiang said dissatisfied: "Been there for so long?"
"Captain, the Japs have detective posts five miles away from here, and we almost got into trouble with them!" Wen Liang explained, handing the data in his hand to Yong Xiang.
"You went to reconnoiter the deployment of the Japanese army?" Yongxiang looked at the things in his hands and asked the squadron leader sitting on the hillside in surprise.
"Yes!" Wen Liang said with a playful smile: "The little devils are occupying the intersection and we can't come back, so we might as well take the opportunity to go back and take a look at their arrangements!"
"Okay, I will remember you for your great contribution!" Yongxiang punched Wen Liang on the shoulder and excitedly raised the information in his hand: "Send a report to the army commander and report the place where the Japanese troops secretly gathered!"
"Captain, your reward is too great, you should give it to me less often." Wen Liang gritted his teeth and grinned. He didn't expect Yong Xiang to be so ruthless.
"Hahahaha!" Yongxiang didn't mean it on purpose, but he was happy for a moment after seeing the information and gave out all his strength.
In Zhuanghe County, Zheng Xiaoxu felt that the atmosphere here was unusual when he walked into Hu Zhiyong's living room. He was being targeted by an ambushed sniper, and his sixth sense made him realize how tight the defense here was.
Zheng Xiaoxu, who had served as Minister of Border Defense in Guangxi, Inspector General of Anhui and Guangdong, and Chief Minister of Hunan, was familiar with this kind of murderous intent. Even though he was a scholar, his courage was very comparable to others.
"The Prime Minister's personal visit really made me shine."
Pengpi: braided with canopy grass and thorn bamboo as the door, it describes a poor family. It adds splendor to a poor family. It is often used as a polite word when guests come to the house, or when guests present calligraphy and paintings that can be hung.
Unexpectedly, Zheng Xiaoxu was a very good calligrapher and painting expert. He had an idea and said: "Okay, I brought my calligraphy treasure with me when I came. It will not be difficult to give you a few calligraphy and paintings!"
Zheng Xiaoxu's calligraphy is a very unique calligrapher among modern calligraphers, and he is famous for his calligraphy skills. He later studied Wei Stele and incorporated Zhang Yuzhao's method to form a clear, powerful and condensed style.
When Hu Zhiyong heard that he was going to paint, he laughed and said, "Okay! One of your paintings can sell for a lot of money. I want to see it today!"
Zheng Xiaoxu insisted on painting in the courtyard. Firstly, the architectural style here was European and American. Secondly, he wanted to see how long the ambushers could last. Hu Zhiyong could not insist, so he had to have the table taken out. He cut the coffee and heated it.
tea, and took out three different brands of cigarettes.
Zheng Xiaoxu was not surprised by Hu Zhiyong's generosity. He took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from his entourage, unfolded it, and said with a smile: "What do you want me to draw?"
"Wolf!"
"Wolf?" Zheng Xiaoxu was puzzled. Others painted dragons, tigers, and landscapes. Why did this kid give him such a big problem?
Hu Zhiyong pursed his lips and smiled. He knew that this great calligrapher and painting master had seen wolves, but he had never carefully observed the charm of wolves. He took off the golden Buddha from his neck, handed it to Zheng Xiaoxu and said, "There is a wolf at the bottom.
Totem, draw it for me!"
All painters learned from copying, and Zheng Xiaoxu felt relieved when he had a real picture. He looked at the wolf pattern carefully, picked up his pen, and began to create another masterpiece.
"Your Cao is wearing sheepskin, but he has never eaten green grass. The sheep are getting thinner and thinner, and you are full every day." After Zheng Xiaoxu finished painting, he raised his head and recited, and was about to inscribe this poem.
"Slow down!" Hu Zhiyong stopped and said with a smile: "Although the poem you read is good, I don't like it. Let me think of one for you!"
"Okay, it turns out that Third Young Master also knows poetry?" Zheng Xiaoxu seemed to have met a close friend, smiling at what good lines Hu Zhiyong could pronounce.
"A ruthless black hair cuts through the ravines, thousands of deep blue eyes recognize the heavy eyes. The frosty moon is whistling alone on the top of the clouds, and the snowy wind is walking alone in the wilderness. Even if you are facing death, you can overwhelm tigers and leopards, and you are not afraid of bears in danger. Ju Xu was named a general
I will always hate the honor of being crowned with the title of a dog."
This poem "Xuanlang" was Hu Zhiyong's favorite verse in his previous life. Zheng Xiaoxu couldn't help but shudder as he listened to every word he recited. The wolf's domineering, cunning and bloodthirsty character all came from
It is vividly reflected in the poem.
"With the wolf totem on the table, this work is a masterpiece in my life!" Zheng Xiaoxu sighed, waving the wolf hair to write out the verses read by Hu Zhiyong.
Everyone in the yard was admiring this painting. Shi Yinshi couldn't put it down and refused to let it go. Zheng Xiaoxu kept looking at the surrounding roofs, and for so long he didn't realize that the murderous aura came from
Where.
"What a powerful master!" Zheng Xiaoxu secretly admired him and worked hard to compete with the snipers!
With the first calligraphy and painting of a wolf, Zheng Xiaoxu began to paint without stopping. Hu Zhiyong was puzzled: "Is this old man a painting fanatic? How long will it take to prepare to paint in the yard in such a cold weather?"
Zheng Xiaoxu was also complaining secretly in his heart. After a few paintings, his legs were shaking and his fingers could hardly hold his decades-old friend. But he didn't believe how much it would take for a person to lie motionless for several hours.
endurance and courage.
The light had been turned on brightly, but the old man had no intention of giving up. Hu Zhiyong had no choice but to stop him: "My Mr. Prime Minister, I have already drawn ten paintings!"
"Hey, I lost!" Hu Zhiyong didn't say anything, but Zheng Xiaoxu couldn't hold on any longer. He took the opportunity to throw away the wolf hair in his hand, looked around and said: "Let your masters come out, I want to see their style!"
"Hahahaha!" Hu Zhiyong finally understood that the old man was attracted by the murderous spirit and was competing with the soldiers for endurance. He shouted, and six people in camouflage uniforms appeared around him.
"Come down, Mr. Prime Minister wants to see you."
"Yes!" When the soldiers appeared, the special operations team who followed Zheng Xiaoxu was surprised. They were arrogant and were the best Kung Fu masters selected by Manchukuo from all the troops. Unexpectedly,
There are such powerful gunmen in the small place of Zhuanghe. Once the shooting begins, their lives will be over!
"Well, not bad!" Zheng Xiaoxu praised the sniper's weapons, equipment and figure with full praise.
"Mr. Zheng, your wish has been fulfilled, we should go to eat!" Hu Zhiyong kept laughing, and he admired the old man for having such a strong sixth sense. From this point, he knew that the soldiers' fire was not good enough.
If you don't know how to restrain yourself when meeting a master, you will be exposed in advance.
"Slow down!" The deputy captain of the special operations team was from the Kwantung Army Intelligence Team. He seemed to have caught Hu Zhiyong's hand and said maliciously: "Where did your sniper rifle come from? The imperial army who died near Fengtian was
It wasn’t these people who did it!”
The air was extremely tense. Zheng Xiaoxu looked at Hu Zhiyong worriedly and wondered: "Is it really related to them?"