"Report to the division commander, Commander Ma, they are outside."

The division commander and political commissar, who were assigning tasks with the two main regiments, were stunned when they heard the report of the guards, and then glanced at each other, and they all saw the same question from each other's faces, this kid had a vote with the fat man in the morning, didn't he lose, otherwise how could he come back so quickly?

"What questions do you have about the combat missions of your two regiments?" The division commander glanced at the two subordinates and asked.

"Report to the division commander, if you have any questions, that is, can you seconded those few guns in the division for us to use, that thing is good to knock on the devil machine gun." The commander of the third regiment said, we don't have sea and air coordination, at least a few runs, the number of the two regiments is more than 5,000, but the ambush devil brigade is all light weapons, if there is no artillery, the casualty rate in the face of the little devil's machine gun fire is too high.

"If you don't want artillery, now that the artillery battalion only has artillery and no bullets, do you want the soldiers to carry the artillery to the battlefield for a walk?" The division commander said with a dark face, there are artillery, one infantry gun, eight mortars, the problem is that the last feint attack on the county town shells were all disaster, fortunately, the battle value is considerable, if it weren't for the division commander having to scold his mother.

It's just a pity, there are so many guns and ammunition in warehouse No. 1, so I got two mortars over.

The two regiment commanders were nervous, this time there was no artillery support at all, so they could only play with their lives.

"Report, division, division commander, commander Ma, they are walking outside the division headquarters with Czech, grenadiers, and grenadier cartridges!" The guard reminded the division commander that we have artillery.

The grenadier is also a cannon, and the commander of the horse and the soldiers showed off their strength and captured it outside the division headquarters.

"Walking?" The two chiefs and the two regimental commanders were a little dumbfounded.

"That's what Captain Ma said." The guard said.

"Hey, this Ma Dongming, let's go, go out and have a look!" After the division commander finished speaking, he put down the military map in his hand and led the two regiment commanders of the political commissar out of the house.

When the division commander and political commissar came out, Commander Ma surrounded a group of soldiers from the division headquarters guard company, the staff of the division's subordinate organs, and the doctors and nurses of the division's hospital.

“…… When Lao Tzu heard this, he felt that something was wrong, and immediately led the team to the entrance of the village, and saw my eldest brother taking the lead, rushing to the enemy position with no enemies, and rushing towards those two devil puppet army and bandits, and those two devil puppet army and bandits who were shot were as ...... as cutting wheat."

Regiment Commander Ma was boasting in the crowd about the battle process in the morning, most of it was the truth, and a small part of it was of course processed by his "art", anyway, how could it come, he did this for two purposes, one was to let the division commander see, although we are not the main force, it is still good.

The second is mainly for the fat man, if he didn't brag about it at the division headquarters with the capture, how could he spread the morning battle to Wang Yi's ears and deepen Wang Yi's impression of the fat man.

Although Captain Ma was stunned, he was not stupid, and he had been with the sinister fat man many times, and he had learned the fat man's indiscriminate skills, and he had good intentions for the fat man to hook up with Wang Yi.

In the end, he didn't forget to use his gong-like voice to sing the "Guerrilla Song" heard from the fat man, and the advantages of the fat man were amplified wirelessly, and the disadvantages were never mentioned, and the fat man was shaped into a god-like existence, which was very righteous.

I don't know how many soldiers of the Eighth Route Army have sung this song in this era, although it is not so tasteful at all when sung by the broken gong voice of the head of the horse, but the brisk melody and vivid and popular lyrics still invisibly let this song spread rapidly in the division headquarters.

The division commander and the political commissar mixed in the crowd with great interest to listen to the head of the horse bluffing people, the political commissar was smiling, but the division commander's face was a little dark.

"Division commander, should Ma Dongming's kid's grenadier or something belong to our main regiment? Anyway, we have to attack it. The third regiment commander looked at the grenadier and ammunition box in the hand of the commander of the regiment, and his eyes were hot, although the grenadier could not shoot far, but no matter how small the mosquito was, it was a piece of meat.

"You ask Ma Dongming yourself, this kid wants it, he is willing to give it to you, I have no problem." When the division commander thought of himself and Commander Ma, he said that he would not take any seizures from the independent regiment, and he would not be able to lose this face for the sake of the five grenadiers.

"Commander, this kid is very picky, when has the things in his hand been borrowed from outsiders?" The third regiment commander's face froze, and he looked at the division commander with blank eyes, wanting the division commander to call the shots for him.

"You want to shoot, huh?" The division commander's face darkened.

"Hmm." The third regiment leader nodded hurriedly.

"Nope!" The division commander turned around and left, too lazy to continue talking to these debt collectors.

The third regiment commander of the "political commissar ......" looked at the political commissar again, and still had illusions about the five grenadiers in the hands of the regiment commander Ma.

It's a pity that the political commissar blocked the commander of the third regiment with one sentence: "The independent regiment has just been reorganized, the number is only 400 people, half of the recruits, what about your two regiments?" There are more than 2,000 people in a regiment, and the best guns in the whole division are all in your hands, right? How many grenadiers have you captured? ”

The two regiment commanders immediately lowered their heads and were speechless.

"Let the division commander come forward for you to ask for artillery from the independent regiment? Don't be afraid of being panicked, you don't want to be ashamed, the teacher still needs to be embarrassed. If you want to capture the artillery yourself, don't do it if you can't capture this main regiment, and give the name of the main regiment to the independent regiment. The political commissar's face also darkened, and the two subordinates were trained for a while.

When the two regiment commanders heard this, they chuckled in their hearts, the political commissar has always been amiable, and it is not good to get angry.

"Report to the commissar." When Commander Ma saw the political commissar mixed in the crowd and trained the two main regiments for a while, his mood was doubly wonderful, and he suddenly thought of the spoils he secretly made when cleaning the battlefield, and walked over and raised his hand to salute the political commissar.

"Ma Dongming, you kid has a lot of skills!" When the political commissar saw Commander Ma, his face changed from dark, and he also had a smile on his face.

"How can it, this is all taught by the political commissar." The head of the horse was in a good mood, and the horse's fart was also smooth, so he hurriedly took out the captured old knife card from his pocket, took out one for the political commissar, and took another one in his own mouth.

"Old knife brand, yes, life is good!" The commissar pulls out matches.

"Generally, they are all captured, our regiment is not like the main regiment, there is a division commander who is petted, what we want, what we want, we can only snatch it from the little devil and the second devil!" After the head of the horse finished speaking, he looked at the two main team leaders with a pair of swagger, the old knife card, is there it? Lao Tzu took out another treasure to blind your dog's eyes.

"Hey, old horse, this is all an old knife, and it can catch up with the life of a rich man!" The commanders of the two main regiments are also masters with thick faces, completely ignoring the contempt of the commander of the horse, and come over to rub cigarettes with a cheeky skin.

Commander Ma stuffed the cigarette in his pocket and resolutely refused to send it, then took out the treasure lighter confiscated from the battlefield to light the cigarette in his mouth, and finally handed it to the political commissar like a treasure.

When the political commissar saw the lighter, his eyes suddenly lit up.