Seeing that the Japanese army had finally stopped its offensive, despite knowing that the fierce battle was still to come. But Wang Xiaoming, who was almost exhausted by the small number of troops on hand, was still greatly relieved. Although the Japanese artillery still bombarded Guanmenzuizi Mountain from time to time, after all, they did not directly meet the Japanese infantry, and the pressure was still much smaller.

When the instructor who went back to the laborers to pull the soldiers rushed back to the position with nearly 1,000 laborers who had been prisoners of war, Wang Xiaoming was completely relieved. The laborers brought back this time were different from the last time they were organized into an independent company, and they were all incorporated into the army that was about to run out by Wang Xiaoming.

As for the weapon, it is enough, so there is no need for Wang Xiaoming to worry about it. Although nearly 1,000 soldiers were reinforced, the guns left behind by the sacrificed soldiers and captured from the hands of the Japanese soldiers who were killed were sufficient. Wang Xiaoming: There are now more guns than people here. Although almost all of the heavy machine guns have been lost, and only two light machine guns remain, the number of rifles is sufficient.

Although there were not many bullets left, the light and heavy machine guns that consumed the most bullets were hit by Japanese artillery fire and grenadiers, and all the remaining bullets were naturally given to rifles. On average, each person can spread out forty rounds of ammunition. With these forty rounds of ammunition, saving some use, it is enough for Wang Xiaoming to fight in the middle of the night.

After arranging the replenishment of the troops, Wang Xiaoming picked up the field phone, and wanted to get through, since the official battle, he has been hidden by him, watching the troops almost exhausted, and the artillery that was not used, he said to the artillery company commander Li Rui straight to the point: "Ruizi, how is it, have you figured out the position of the devil artillery?" If I give the order now, can you knock out the devil's artillery for me at the first time? ”

Regarding Wang Xiaoming's questioning, Li Rui also said unequivocally: "Political Commissar Wang, you also underestimate us too much. This afternoon, until now, the devil's artillery has not moved the place. If we can't defeat their artillery, we really can't get mixed up. **Battle, we are not the opponent of others in terms of technology now. But when we carried out a sneak attack, we were not afraid of anyone. ”

After listening to Li Zirui's answer, Wang Xiaoming smiled and said, "Li Rui, Deputy Chief of Staff Wang's regiment should be almost here at this time. When they arrive, I will launch a counterattack on all fronts, regardless of whether the Japanese army launches a new offensive or not. When the time comes, if you can't knock out the devil's artillery position for me at the first time, you will go home and pick up the child for me. ”

Regarding Wang Xiaoming's threatening words, Li Rui was not ambiguous, and replied loudly: "Don't worry, Political Commissar Wang." If you receive your order and you can't knock out the devil's artillery position within ten minutes, you can unscrew off your head and take it back to the night pot. ”

Hearing Li Rui's assurance, Wang Xiaoming smiled but did not answer him. Turning the phone with his backhand, Wang Xiaoming said to Mencius beside him: "In the commander's telegram just now, where have they arrived now?" Because although Wang Guangyu served as the commander of a regiment, he was still holding the post of deputy chief of staff of the division and was not dismissed.

Therefore, according to the habit of Chinese when calling a person with a part-time job, they have always called him the highest position. For this Wang Guangyu, who was at the same level when he was in the Anti-Japanese Federation, but now he is his superior, Wang Xiaoming has always called Wang Deputy Chief of Staff.

Mencius, who was looking at the telegram just delivered by the light of the fire on the battlefield, put down the telegram in his hand, and under the cover of the trench wall, turned on the flashlight and opened the map, pointed to a point and said: "After two and a half hours of forced march, a group of main forces has arrived west of Qingling, on the west bank of this southern tributary of the Xilin River. In other words, they are now less than fifteen kilometers away from Guanmenzuizi Mountain. ”

"In addition, after the main force of our regiment took Hebei, the troops were divided into two routes. All the way, the two battalions of the main force led by Regiment Commander Liu Changshun are rapidly moving south, and have now arrived at the front line of Baoquanling. On the other hand, Chief of Staff Ma led a reinforced battalion and continued north to Luobei. I heard that this division of troops was specially ordered by the commander. ”

After listening to Meng Ziming's report, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The commander specially ordered it? I guess these two guys are grinding hard again, right? The commander attaches great importance to the Xingshan Fortress, and should order them all to return the same way and reinforce the front line of Shimiaozi, and will definitely not allow them to divide their forces. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Xiaoming suddenly frowned and said, "No, the little devil will definitely not send only one wing to reinforce when he goes north this time." We thought of this, and so did the commander. Under the dangerous situation of the Xingshan fortress, the commander would definitely not send back only two battalions. The so-called division of troops, it is estimated that these two guys must have done it privately without concealing it from the commander. ”

Wang Xiaoming, who figured it out, took out a pen and drafted a telegram and handed it to the correspondent next to him, explaining: "Send this telegram to the regiment commander as soon as possible." ”

Receiving the telegram he handed over, the correspondent said with a sad face: "Political commissar, regiment commander, they are now on the march, and the radio station has not been set up at all. Even if we send it out now, they won't receive it. In order to send this telegram, according to the rules of communication, the next contact should be at least an hour later. ”

Looking at his watch, he knew that what the correspondent said was not wrong, and it would take at least an hour to contact Liu Changshun, Wang Xiaoming, took back the telegram he drafted, and burned it with the residual fire on the battlefield that had been fired by the Japanese incendiary bombs before and had not been extinguished until now.

Seeing the telegram turn into ashes in his hands, Wang Xiaoming shook his head and said to Mencius: "Forget it, in an hour, the regiment commander and they are estimated to have arrived." This telegram was sent again, and it was useless. I hope that the commander was too angry after learning the truth. ”

Thinking of Yang Zhen's fiery temper, Wang Xiaoming shook his head. His young boss can really fight if he can fight. But this temper is really hot at home. A lot of the time, it was very difficult for his subordinates to come to the stage. If this matter is exposed, I am afraid that the commander, who is quite dissatisfied with his subordinates, will take care of these two.

Wang Xiaoming wanted to think carefully about what the commander would be like if he knew that they were deceiving him. But the Japanese army did not give him this time. Before Wang Xiaoming could figure out what kind of punishment these two would receive, a new wave of Japanese offensive had already begun. Dense shells smashed over the head and face.

Seeing that under the cover of the flares fired again, he changed his previous habit of not fighting at night, and took advantage of the night to launch a continuous and fierce attack again. The skirmish line formed by the attacking troops it threw in reached as many as five or six Japanese troops at a time. Wang Xiaoming understood that Matsuno Tail Akira was planning to succeed in one fell swoop this time.

After the last white-knuckle battle, the telescope that Tsuguò had been holding up, Matsuno Akikatsu Osatsu Guò observed that the opponent had not many troops in the retreat position, and knew that the opponent had not many troops to continue the defense. Knowing that his opponent had almost run out, Matsuno Tail Akikatsu put all the troops on hand that could be maneuvered into it this time.

But what he didn't know was that in the hour he rested, the opponent's position was not only enriched with troops, but even with nearly a thousand people. Almost all the gaps in the position of the fishing nets, which had been filled in due to the heavy casualties, have been filled again.

When he saw the new offensive launched and was once again slammed down by the opponent, Matsuno Akikatsu Osa was stunned when he looked at the thousands of troops that suddenly appeared on the opponent's position. He didn't know where to find reinforcements for his opponent who had almost run out of blood.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the Japanese soldiers who were pressed down again, and after putting down the rifle in his hand, he breathed a long sigh of relief. Compared with the prisoner-of-war laborers who were transferred to form several independent companies in the previous time, the military quality of the newly recruited workers this time is obviously much higher.

Especially those who have tattered military uniforms, but can still see the original gray color, although because of their weak bodies, when doing tactical movements, their strength and agility are much worse. But its marksmanship and white-knuckle combat skills are extremely high. Even many people's white-knuckle combat is not inferior to the Japanese army, which has always paid attention to white-knuckle combat training.

If it weren't for the fact that their bodies were too weak due to chronic malnutrition and chronic overwork, these people would have performed better in battle. Wang Xiaoming had already made up his mind that when the battle was over, he would definitely go to the chief of staff to grind hard, and he would also add these people to his regiment.

Seeing Wang Xiaoming looking at the prisoners of war who had just been added to the army, with a thoughtful look on his face, Mencius, as his old subordinate, could naturally guess what his political commissar thought. Because of the heavy losses of his subordinates, Mencius, who was also worried about more than 100 people, was not polite, and said directly to Wang Xiaoming: "Political commissar, you can say it first, you want to come to this batch of soldiers, you have to give priority to our battalion." ”

"Our battalion is now reduced from a company to a platoon with the strength of the Xingshan fortress, and now it is less than a company. It's almost light. Squad leaders and even platoon cadres at the grassroots level suffered heavy casualties. These people look like veterans, and you have to worry about us. ”

Hearing Meng Ziming's request, Wang Xiaoming glanced at him and said, "You kid want it?" Okay, when this battle is over, you can go to the commander, chief of staff, or political commissar yourself. As long as you can move them and make them nod, I'll give you all of them. ”

As soon as Wang Xiaoming mentioned that he asked the commander and chief of staff to say, Meng Ziming suddenly wilted: "Political commissar, how dare I." Now that the commander knows, it's time to say that I'm on the spot. Not to mention the commander, even the commissar and the chief of staff will not agree. I don't want to be scolded. ”

Speaking of this, Meng Ziming glanced at these people around him: "Political commissar, how do you say these people are trained?" Not to mention this marksmanship, even this bayonet tactic is about to catch up with little Japan. That person was the old company commander of the regiment commander, and in the melee just now, he stabbed down three devils by himself. The bayonet is even more powerful than the devil. ”

"As far as I can see, his stabbing skills are almost catching up with the commander. The commander is a rifle that can be used as a weapon with both a butt and a bayonet, and is extremely flexible in use. He always shoots where you don't expect it. But if you talk about the skill of fighting bayonets alone, I am afraid that it is not comparable to this person. ”

Regarding Mencius's evaluation, Wang Xiaoming agreed very much. This person's white-edged tactics are really good, if it weren't for the fact that his body has not yet recovered, with his almost amazing white-bladed tactics alone, there may not be a few little devils who fall beside him. Remembering Liu Changshun's evaluation of his old company commander, Wang Xiaoming asked Meng Ziming to run away in person and invited Liu Changshun's old company commander over.

After he came over, Wang Xiaoming took out one of the only two cigarettes left on his body, handed it over, and said, "Brother, it's a good skill." This bayonet is almost on par with a little devil. How did you train it? I heard Liu Changshun say that you are his old company commander, so you are also from the 18th Group Army in Guannai? ”

After this person took the cigarette handed by Wang Xiaoming and lit it, he did not answer his question first, but took a hard puff before sighing: "Since I was captured, I haven't smoked for almost half a year." ”

Looking at his posture when he smoked, he looked like an old smoking gun, Wang Xiaoming smiled, and stuffed the cigarette pack with only one cigarette left in his hand into the pocket of his jacket along with matches, before he stretched out his hand and said: "Let's get to know each other, I am Wang Xiaoming, the political commissar of Liu Changshun's regiment." He is currently the political commissar of the Second Route Army of the Anti-Japanese Union and the Second Regiment of the Independent First Division of the Jidong Military Region. ”

That person was stunned for a long time before he stretched out his hand and shook Wang Xiaoming's hand and said, "Sun Wenjiu, before being captured, he was the instructor of the 3rd Independent Regiment of the 1st Division of the 18th Group Army of the Jinchaji Military Region. During the anti-sweeping struggle at the beginning of this year, he was captured due to his wounds. ”

After introducing himself, he pointed to the more than 100 people behind him who were wearing the same color military uniforms as him: "These people are all cadres and soldiers of the 1st and 3rd Divisions who were captured during the anti-sweeping campaign at the beginning of this year. There are also a dozen of them from the three detachments of the New Fourth Army. There used to be more than 300 of us together, and now there are only about 100 of us left. ”

"When we were fighting, we didn't have as many bullets as you. It is already very good that the main force can spread more than ten rounds of ammunition for one person. We usually hit three bullets and start charging, fighting with the devils with bayonets. In order to win the battle, we learned from the devils and the captured devils to fight with bayonets. After a long time, I practiced it. ”

Just when Wang Xiaoming and the prisoner of war named Sun Wenjiu had just started talking, a company of communicators who had temporarily changed his career to be his guards ran over and interrupted their conversation: "Political commissar, Commander Wang is here. ”

Hearing that Wang Guangyu had finally arrived, Wang Xiaoming excitedly smashed his fist on the wall of the trench that had been cut half a foot by the shell, and said excitedly to Meng Ziming and Sun Wenjiu: "Lao Wang's group is coming, it's time for us to fight back." Damn, I've been angry with the little devil for a long time, and now I can get out well. ”