Since Zhou Weihan convened the battle against the Handan-Changchun Highway and the Ping-Han Railway, the subordinate regiments have received combat missions and have moved to predetermined locations.
In the middle, Zhou Weihan helped kill the Japanese special agent team. The war was imminent, and the independent detachment's headquarters also planned to move forward.
Zhou Weihan, Zhao Gang, and Xing Zhiguo were in the room making final checks and corrections for the upcoming battle.
Outside the house, the three guards looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
The monk was a master who couldn't bear loneliness. He touched the two shell guns on his waist and always felt that something was missing.
There is one disadvantage of being Zhou Weihan's guard. Just watching the combat troops having fun at the front, although the shell gun has good firepower, it has a short range.
I wanted to pick up a rifle, but I usually carry two people's things, including maps, binoculars, compasses and other small items, plus bullets and dry food, the weight is not light.
Thinking of this, the monk looked at Tian Defu in front of him and suddenly had an idea, isn't this ready-made labor?
"Defu, how have you been practicing your marksmanship these two days?" the monk asked with a simple smile on his face.
"Brother Monk, you should give me some pointers when you have time. My aim is accurate, but the bullets always float when fired!" Tian Defu first patted the shell gun on his waist, and then said with a bitter look on his face.
"Hey, I told you, our Eighth Route Army doesn't talk about brothers or brothers, we are all comrades!" The monk said this, but it was obviously very useful.
"Your wrist is weak and you need to practice more. Then I will take you to the logistics department to get more bullets!" the monk said hurriedly.
"That's great!" Tian Defu said happily.
Seeing the two people walking away, Zhao Gang's bodyguard Xiao Li became sour: "This flower monk usually keeps all the good things he sees in his arms. Don't follow his bad example!"
The two monks came to see the logistics department, where Ding Abacus was leading people to take stock of the supplies for this battle.
"Is Minister Ding busy?" the monk said in advance.
Ding Abacus still remembered the half piece of watermelon snatched away by the monk, and ignored him with a cold face.
When the monk saw this, he didn't say much nonsense and said directly: "We are leaving soon, give me two hundred rounds of ammunition!"
"Didn't I just give you fifty rounds of ammunition two days ago?"
"That's for Tian Defu to practice with his gun. It was specially approved by the detachment leader!"
"What are you talking about? Fifty rounds of bullets are used for gun practice. You are really not a family member and don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are. Every time after a battle, the soldiers even pick up the bullet casings. The detachment is a big family and a big business, but if everyone is like this
, then I, the logistics minister, can’t do my job!” Ding Dabacus spitted foam and star particles almost onto the monk’s face.
The monk wiped his face in disgust and said hurriedly: "Special approval, special approval! Isn't this the headquarters is about to move forward? As the chief's guards, if they can't even supply bullets, how can they protect the chief!
"
After hearing this, Ding Abacus reluctantly opened the door in the yard of the logistics department, entered the room, counted two hundred bullets from the wooden box containing Mauser pistol bullets and handed them to the monk.
He muttered: "You are the guards of the detachment leader, and you don't have to actually go to the front line to fight. Why do you need so many bullets? Let me tell you, our Eighth Route Army is no better than the Jinsui Army and the Central Army in that we do not issue manufactured bullets."
, this thing is very valuable!"
"Don't worry." The monk said, "We know what's going on!"
While talking, Monk and Tian Defu put bullets into the bullet boxes.
"Well, give me another little devil's Sanba Gai!"
"What, no!" Ding Abacus shook his head hurriedly.
"Bullshit, our independent detachment doesn't have many other things, it just has a lot of guns. You have 500 of them hidden in the logistics warehouse of the 38th Army alone. I'm next to the leader, how can you hide this from me!" The monk ignored Ding's plan.
Block it and go straight to the wooden boxes piled around.
He took out his bayonet, opened the wooden box, and took out a brand-new 38 cap, patted it and said, "Isn't this it?"
He casually grabbed two more bullets from another bullet box and stuffed them into his pocket, and said: "Minister Ding, I can borrow this gun, okay? After this battle, I will give you three back! One extra gun."
Cardinal bullets!”
When Ding Abacus heard this, his expression improved: "Get out of here now. If nothing happens in the future, don't hang around my logistics department!"
The monk handed the rifle to Tian Defu. The bullet boxes of the two of them were filled with bullets, and there were many more in their pockets.
As Tian Defu followed the monk back, he thought to himself, this brother really did not admit it in vain and got himself a lot of bullets.
In the headquarters conference room.
Zhou Weihan and the other three were making final arrangements.
"Wang Yigong reported that the Fourth Regiment has secretly crossed the Zhang River and arrived in the north of Pingshun. The Second Regiment and the Third Regiment have also arrived in the west of Ci County. The New Regiment and the 28th Regiment have conducted a detailed investigation of the Handan-Changchang Highway!"
The movements of each group were reported.
"I'm not worried about other places. It's mainly about the First Regiment. It's quite stressful to block Han's unilateral reinforcements from the Japanese troops!" Zhao Gang said with concern.
"Old Zhao, there is nothing wrong with being careful, but you are a little too hesitant. The Japanese army has a lot of troops around Handan. The Japanese army has nearly a brigade of mobile troops in Handan City alone. But don't forget, Ji
There are still many troops from our Eighth Route Army in Nanke!"
"As soon as the battle started, half of North China was in flames of war. What did the Japanese army do to put out the fire? Take the current situation of the regiment. Although there were many casualties in the Battle of Tainan, the old foundation is still there. In terms of weapons and equipment, only
The number of heavy machine guns exceeds that of a Japanese army brigade."
"The first group is to surround the point for reinforcements. There are fewer Japanese troops in Handan, so the first group can directly eat it!" Zhou Weihan said confidently.
Zhao Gang nodded after hearing this and said nothing more.
"This time, we will divide the work and cooperate as before. Lao Xing and I will go to Cixian County first, the main battlefield. You, Lao Zhao, will coordinate with local comrades to organize militia and young men. Once we succeed, we will immediately organize people to destroy the railway!"
"Old Zhao, you will personally lead the guard company, and the headquarters and the directly affiliated teams will follow me and the chief of staff!" Zhou Weihan ordered.
"I'm not worried about anything else right now. I just don't know if Li Yunlong and the others can make a big splash. I've been watching the little devil's Changzhi Airport for a long time!"
"Everything is ready now, all we need is the east wind. Then let the little devils see what people's war is!" Xing Zhiguo said proudly.
After the meeting, Zhou Weihan walked out of the conference room door.
I saw several guards standing outside the door.
The monk was teaching Tian Defu how to use the 38 cap, with a bullet belt slung over his shoulder.
Zhou Weihan took a look and understood that the monk originally had a rifle, but there were too many things and it was inconvenient to move around, so he didn't use it.
"Monk, you are using my name to try to show off your power!" Zhou Weihan said with a sullen face.
"Chief, you originally promised me that as long as I can hold it, I can use whatever weapon I want!" the monk said, shrinking his neck.
Zhou Weihan thought about it for a moment and realized that this was indeed the case.
"Now that Xiaoda is here, someone will share the burden with me. I'll get an extra rifle so it won't get in the way!" chapter