Mr. Peng tore off the cotton clothes with both hands, glanced at Mr. Zhu who was rushing to this side by Zhou He, then turned to look in the direction he came from just now, and said sadly: "They are all our treasures, all of them are iron men who regard death as home, how sorry it is to lose and sacrifice like this." ......, Lao Mao, you still have to command this battle, and you can't command it if you don't command. Their 'three-man regiment' was already small in number, and the power was still in the hands of that German Yankee, who didn't understand anything, how could he have the ability to command so many troops? ”

Speaking of this, Mr. Peng turned his head to stare at the sky in front of him and asked sadly, "Could it really be that a foreign monk can chant scriptures?" Don't our local monks chant sutras? See what they did when they came? In addition to defeating the battle is to kill people, that is, to kill their own people, doubting this and doubting that, there is no one they trust. How can you do this? Old Mao, you have to stand up......"

Then, he shook his hand weakly and said, "Forget it, forget it, your old Mao is now also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect yourself." Mao Runtan's comrades who are so good at fighting can only stay in the local area to fight guerrillas because of you, and they can't follow us out, if you really want to say anything, they will definitely be the first to attack you. I only pity my Red Eighteen Regiment ......"

All of them were silent.

At this moment, a messenger ran over quickly and said loudly: "Mr. Peng, telegram!" Mr. Peng, the telegram of the Red Eighteenth Regiment! ”

Mr. Peng was stunned, his eyes widened like bull's eyes, and he roared angrily: "Fart!" The Red Eighteenth Regiment has long lost contact, how can there still be telegrams filmed? ......, have they already broken through? ”

In the end, he rushed forward with a few brisk steps. snatched the telegram and looked at it quickly.

The people around were staring at Mr. Peng's face. I wanted to read something out of his face. Apparently. They were all disappointed, because there was no surprise on Mr. Peng's face, but a frown, but soon his brow began to stretch, and then the knife-carved bronze face began to show a smile.

Mao Rundong next to him asked, "What happened?" ”

Mr. Peng shook his head with a wry smile, stuffed the telegram into Mao Rundong's hand, and said, "The telegram was sent by a broken company of my Red Fourteenth Regiment. This kid is really amazing, he actually pulled up a team in the enemy's nest. ”

"Oh-" Mr. Zhu asked in surprise. "Who? How can a company have a radio station, and how can it send telegrams to you, Mr. Peng? ”

After Mao Rundong read the telegram, he laughed and said: "This kid is not only a powerful character, but also an official fan. With that, he handed the telegram to Zhou Luolai.

Zhou Luolai and Mr. Zhu next to him looked at it together, and their brows stretched a little. Although Guo Zhuocheng did not achieve much success, especially in the eyes of these bigwigs, Guo Zhuocheng's exploits in eliminating a battalion can be said to be insignificant. But in this time of emergency, in this time of urgency and bad news everywhere. Guo Shucheng's record is particularly precious, which gives them a little comfort.

Mr. Zhu quickly finished scanning the telegram and said, "Mr. Peng, this person named Guo Zhuocheng may really be able to rescue the members of the Red Eighteenth Regiment in Gulingtou." Now that part of the two regiments of the Gui army is attacking Gulingtou, and part of it has crossed their way to attack the ferry, as long as they cooperate inside and outside, the encirclement of the Gui army is very promising. ”

Mr. Peng shook his head and said: "It's difficult, the soldiers of the Red Eighteenth Regiment who stayed in Gulingtou and held on don't know how many are left, and we can't get in touch with it at all, so how can we talk about the outside world?" ......, this kid is good, if he really pulls up a team, it is better to let them break out on their own, so that they can also save more strength for the revolution. If you still let them rush inside, you will push them into the fire pit. The newly integrated captives also knew whether they would rebel or not, and instead of letting them take risks, they should be ordered to abandon the rescue and break out on their own. ”

What Mr. Peng didn't say was that this situation was like the Red 34th Division, and then rushing into the encirclement of the Gui Army was tantamount to sending goats to the tiger, just adding to the enemy's achievements.

Several of the bigwigs nodded.

Mao Rundong took the telegram from Mr. Zhu's hand, read it again and said, "I don't think so." This kid is full of confidence in his heart and feels very sure. All he lacks now is our recognition of him. He feared that someone would interfere with his command because of his high position. Perhaps, if you give him the authorization of Mr. Peng, it won't be long before there will be one more fierce general under him. ”

Zhou Luolai nodded, but still said suspiciously: "How big can he pull up a team with more than thirty people?" Can those artillery prisoners be forced to open fire? ”

Mr. Peng crossed his hands on his waist and said: "Lao Tzu will bet on him today, I hope this kid will not disappoint Lao Tzu." As long as he brought back a soldier of the Red Eighteenth Regiment and brought back a seed to the Red Eighteenth Regiment, Lao Tzu promoted him to the commander of the Eighteenth Regiment. ......Come! Recording! ”

The staff officer who had been following him closely immediately ran forward and soon began to record the telegram dictated by Mr. Peng: "Guo Zhuocheng, acting company commander of the 2nd Company of the 263rd Battalion of the 14th Red Regiment: I am very encouraged by the achievements you and the 2nd Red Company have achieved after receiving your telegram. You are hereby appointed as the acting commander of the 263rd Battalion, temporarily under the direct leadership of the 6th Red Division, and I hope to ......"

At this time, Mao Rundong interrupted Mr. Peng's words and said, "Stop! Stop! He said with a smile, "Hehe, I said Mr. Peng, you are too stingy, and you didn't guess the other party's intentions." ”

Mr. Peng puffed out his eyes and asked, "It's not enough for Lao Tzu to promote him from an ordinary soldier to a battalion commander?" What else is he going to do, can he really promote him to be the head of the regiment? Who knows if what he said in his telegram is true or false? He is not alone in destroying the troops of a battalion of the enemy, who does not have such an experience, is there a reason to his tail? ”

Mao Rundong said: "Just because you don't know if what he said is true or not, and you don't even know if Gui Jun is fake, how can you just give him a number and a position?" ”

Mr. Peng was stunned for a moment, and blurted out: "You mean not to give him a ......, but in case what he said is true, if there are really other commanders who hinder him by virtue of their positions, wouldn't it be ......?"

Zhou Luolai next to him said with a smile: "Lao Mao's meaning is not to give him a number, but to give him a space to play freely." It just lets him command independently, whether it's true or fake, it doesn't matter, and it really makes it easier for him to really command. ”

Mr. Peng was obviously not stupid, and quickly understood what they meant, and said, "Okay! I'm going to make a special case for this kid today. Comrade Guo Zhuocheng is hereby ordered to be the leader of the special task force directly under the Third Army Corps of the Red Army, to be fully responsible for the military command of the task force, and to obey the unified command of all the officers and men of the Red Army who have been sheltered and rescued by the task force. It is hoped that the special task force will make persistent efforts, carry forward the spirit of the Red Army, which is not afraid of sacrifice, break through the obstacles of a powerful enemy, cross the Xiang River, and ...... with the Red Army, the main force of the central government."

Mao, Zhou, Zhu and others all smiled and nodded.

The beauty of this idea is that it not only gives Guo Zhuocheng power, but also doesn't care if he really has a force, or even whether he is real.

At this time, the Red Army on the head of the Guling was struggling to support, and in the face of the tide and ant-like Gui Army, they knew that they had no hope of breaking through, and the bullets in their hands were simply not enough to launch a big charge.

They all silently took out the last bullet on their bodies, took out the last grenade, silently looked at the enemy who had just been repulsed and was about to attack, and silently said goodbye to their comrades.

Suddenly, a dull sound came, and they knew that the enemy had begun to charge again, and they all bowed their heads and bowed down in tacit understanding.

"Huh-" said one of the warriors in surprise.

The soldiers all raised their heads and saw that the shell was so far away from them that it could be smashed into the middle of the charging team, and the explosion caused the Gui army, who was lining up to charge again, crying wolf and flesh flying.

The soldiers of the Red Army couldn't help but be happy, and they didn't expect that the artillery of the Gui Army helped them out of their anger and blew themselves up: "Haha, great, fight again!" Kill you bastards! ”

"Well played! Well played! ”

"Haha, it tastes good to beat yourself yourself, right?"

……

In the world, there are often "some people are happy and some people are sad", and this is especially true on the battlefield. When the Red Army of the 18th Red Regiment who held the head of Guling was elated, or gloated, the Gui army at the foot of the mountain who was preparing to attack was so angry that they scolded their mother, hoping that the artillery would prepare them for firepower, but they blew up their own people.

The commander of the Gui regiment was so angry that he immediately picked up the microphone and shouted at the artillery battalion headquarters: "Wang Shanpu, I'll your grandma!" You're getting stupid and stupid, how did the shells blow up? Blow up Lao Tzu's own death squad, are you going to blow up Lao Tzu? You want to rebel on a dog's day, right? Are you blind? ”

Sun Xingguo, who was in the artillery position-Matouling, learned Wang Shanpu's tone and hurriedly said: "I'm sorry regiment commander, I didn't blow you up, did you?" How far is it from your command? ”

The head of the regiment was still angry, and said: "It's Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu can still talk to you, Lao Tzu just arrived at the front and was ready to cheer up the death squad, but fortunately Lao Tzu walked slowly." There was a piece of shrapnel only five meters away from Lao Tzu, and it almost collapsed Lao Tzu. ”

Sun Xingguo felt a pity in his heart: It would be good to collapse this guy. But he said: "They made a mistake this time, they won't make a mistake next time, and they will definitely not make a mistake next time." ”

At this time, the artillery observer also called: "Camp seat! Blown up wrong! Camp! Bomb the wrong one, blow up your own people! ”

Sun Xingguo asked sternly: "Where is the landing point?" How far away from our own people? Did you make a mistake with your coordinates just now? Good! You do a good job, pay attention to observe carefully, and tell me the landing point of the shell at any time. ”

Luo Xi and Liu Xiangyang quickly corrected the parameters according to this information, and carefully checked the preparation of each cannon, and only after the inspection thought that one qiē was okay, they made a gesture to Sun Xingguo.

With a wave of Sun Xingguo's big hand, the two of them shouted almost at the same time: "Five rapid fire!" ”

(Thanks to Stevenkel for the tip, thanks to ♂ the rainy chayexschayexs.monthly pass, thank you for your subscription support) (to be continued......)