"Changsheng, Zhang Cuihua can't have an accident, you have to figure out how many little devils have entered the mountain. As soon as the grenade explodes, you immediately transfer. ”

Huang Changsheng was still staring at the front: "Brother Fan, let's not say it's my problem, if they know that I threw you down, after I go back, what face will I have to see the brothers." ”

"Changsheng, if you don't help Zhang Cuihua, I will definitely die first, do you want me to die?"

Huang Changsheng thought for a while: "Okay, Brother Fan, you must wait for me to come back." ”

The explosion of the "boom" grenade attracted everyone, but Huang Changsheng left his sniper position with the smoke of the grenade. Liao Fan lay on the spot and breathed a sigh of relief, half an hour later, gunshots continued to sound around him, Liao Fan judged from the gunshots, at least now he can't die.

Liao Fan was carried back to the garrison with the help of the Eighth Route Army, only Huang Changsheng and Zhang Cuihua remained, plus the little devils killed by the Eighth Route Army, there were still more than twenty little devils left.

"Lao Hu, your report is well written, it is clearly organized, and it has improved a lot compared to last time." Liao Fan was lying on the hospital bed, and several battalion commanders and Sun Boyong were on the side, reporting on the training of the troops and the progress of the construction of the garrison in the past few days.

"Brother Fan, I didn't write it, it was written by one of my staff officers." Lao Hu can only tell the truth.

"Staff officer? When did you have an extra staff officer? Liao Fan asked.

"That's ......" Lao Hu told how Zhao Caizhu helped him with advice when he attacked the little devil's stronghold.

"Listening to you say that, it seems that you have some talent." Liao Fan said, "Lao Hu, your things are not authentic!" ”

"Brother Fan, no? Look at our grassroots troops, as soon as our battalion commanders leave, there is a lack of a person in charge below...... "Lao Hu knew that Liao Fan was going to beat Zhao Caizhu's attention, and began to call them aggrieved.

"Okay, your old Hu is more wronged than Dou E, you can keep the people, but your battalion will transfer two heavy machine guns to the first and second battalions." Liao Fan thought about it, it's good to leave some people under them to train, anyway, they are the resources of their own troops, in case there is a shortage of manpower, it is not too late to ask for people, "Lao Hu, don't think I don't know, this time to attack the stronghold, the equipment of your three battalions has been replaced, and forty percent of the equipment handed over to Sun Boyong is the old equipment you replaced." ”

"Hehe, Brother Fan is still your eyes bright." Lao Hu knew that he couldn't hide it from Liao Fan, but he still admitted it.

Ma Wanzhong and Li Weimin were both watching Lao Hu eat on the side, and their hearts bloomed: "Lao Hu, see if you still have to be nervous." ”

"Okay, don't say anything else, Lao Hu is still a Bole, I found a thousand-mile horse, what about you, don't just stare at the equipment, there are many factors that determine the victory of the war, in addition to weapons and equipment and logistics supplies, the biggest factor is talent, learn more from Lao Hu, you see how shrewd Lao Hu is, it is much easier to find someone to be a helper." Liao Fan wanted to encourage them to discover as many capable people in the army as possible, and in this era, as long as they could write, they were educated.

Liao Fan's praise, Lao Hu squeezed his eyebrows at the two of them for a while.

"Sun Boyong, do you have anything to report?" Liao Fan asked.

"Brother Fan, the recruitment of recruits is going very well, the training has started in the past few days, I want to expand the number of our logistics personnel by another hundred, and then take out this hundred people separately and let them recruit new recruits." Sun Boyong said.

"The idea is good, let Lao Hu assist you in this matter, as for the training of recruits, each battalion will assign a platoon of people to be responsible for the training of recruits." Liao Fan was afraid that the three battalion commanders would compete for new recruits at that time, so he let all three battalions participate.

"Brother Fan, there is one more thing, in the last battle, the ammunition of the official rifle in our army was consumed very much, and now each gun is equipped with an average of less than twenty bullets, this time Brother Liao only sent us medicine from Chongqing, and the ammunition of the official rifle can be captured by the puppet army, and the rest depends on Brother Liao's transportation line."

"After you go back, collect all the regular rifles, and the regular ones will only be issued to veterans who have experienced more than three battles, and they are used to using the Chinese formal, and then change to other guns for a short time, and then the soldiers who are equipped with the 38 rifles will be retrained after going back."

After Liao Fan dealt with some other things, a few people chatted for a while before sending a few people away.

After Liu Chundao and a few others left, he reported the situation of the guard company to Liao Fan, and Liao Fan told him before leaving that the soldiers of the guard company must be recruited and selected by Liu Chundao himself, and it doesn't matter if they have no combat experience, but they must be capable. Liu Chundao also knew that the task of the guard company was not only to protect Liao Fan's safety, and it could be seen from the battle he participated in that the guard company did more than ordinary companies, such as reconnaissance, containment, and raids.

"Brother Fan, you have a good rest, Chunjian is outside, you can call him if there is something." Liu Chundao also left.

A few days later, Liao Fan was finally able to walk on the ground with the help of Liu Chunjian. However, Huang Changsheng and Zhang Cuihua have not yet returned, because they are sure that there is still a little devil who has not been found.

"Captain, we've found everything we can find, and we don't know where this little devil is hiding." Still in that dilapidated house, Zhang Cuihua was eating the canned food seized from the little devil.

"Are you sure that there are sixty-two little devils entering the mountain, isn't it sixty-one?" Huang Changsheng and the others had been searching for two days, and they had not found any trace of the last little devil at all.

"The intelligence given by the informant is really sixty-two people." After the past few days of experience, Zhang Cuihua has become more straightforward in her speech, "Where did the last little devil go?" Have you fled back? ”

"Impossible, if the little devil retreats without authorization, he will be treated as a deserter after he returns." Huang Changsheng denied Zhang Cuihua's judgment, "Tomorrow we will look for another day, if there is no result, we will go back and report to Brother Fan." ”

The next day, Huang Changsheng and Zhang Cuihua increased the search area, and it was not until noon that they discovered an anomaly in front of them.

"Isn't this a fighter of our troops?" Zhang Cuihua looked at the ravine full of corpses and couldn't help but gause, because some of the corpses had decomposed, revealing bones.

"You are on alert, I'll go down and take a look." Huang Changsheng said.

This is a company and two platoons of soldiers that Liao Fan's troops did not return. When dealing with the little devils, the soldiers of the two platoons were unfortunately surrounded by the little devils, and the soldiers of a company who rushed to the rescue also fell into the tricks of the little devils and were trapped in the valley until they ran out of ammunition and food. Huang Changsheng didn't check all the corpses, because this already explained the situation.

When Huang Changsheng walked under a stone, Huang Changsheng gestured to Zhang Cuihua, telling her to find the situation and let her be vigilant at any time, Huang Changsheng found a Japanese army's marching kettle.

Of course, a Japanese army's marching kettle does not explain anything, and many soldiers in Liao Fan's troops used kettles captured from the Japanese army. But in Huang Changsheng's eyes, this Japanese army's kettle was incompatible with the surrounding environment, and Huang Changsheng couldn't say what was wrong, maybe it was too clean, maybe he was nervous when he saw so many of his own people dying here.

After Huang Changsheng turned around, he returned to the hillside: "Okay, let's go back, the last little devil is dead." ”

"What? He's dead? How did he die? Zhang Cuihua knew that Huang Changsheng must have discovered something.

"Scared to death!"

"Scared to death? What scared you to death? ”

"Don't worry about it, when you get back, find someone to bury the brothers."

The last little devil was indeed scared to death, and after dark, this little devil stumbled down the hillside and slid down the valley for some unknown reason. It was too dark, and his gun didn't know where it had fallen, and then the little devil began to fumble on the ground until he picked up a bloody head that had been pecked out by a crow, and was scared to death.