Chapter 395: The Contest of Water and Fire

The war often takes a long time to plan and consider many possible details. Those who are not seen will follow the script and follow the script. (_")

This is the charm of war and the result of sudden changes in the battlefield due to many factors.

Weather, people, terrain, timing, and finally equipment. Among them, weather is the most difficult to figure out. Humans can change local microclimates and must also change according to the principles of nature. People and terrain are important factors that determine the nature of the battlefield.

Is it an ambush?

Or annihilation war?

Or simply, if you don’t see anyone, run away first.

Man can conquer nature, man can conquer nature; he can also be completely controlled by heaven, relying entirely on the belief in their hearts. This belief will gather into an indestructible rock, and the army composed of people will become an iron army.

When the soldiers of the 230th Regiment heard that their blocking mission was not the 5th Japanese Regiment, which could break through, but the main force of the 8th Division, the first thing that came to mind was the trust of the 230th Regiment, rather than worrying about whether this mission would be completed.

As the message tree fell to the ground, black shadows soon appeared from the horizon.

The sound of horse hooves hit like a tide.

The most surprising thing was undoubtedly the regiment commander Li Mingyuan. He thought of many plots, but he didn't expect that the first one to arrive at the battlefield was the Japanese cavalry. Logically speaking, cavalry appeared on the battlefield as a restraining force and would not be on the front line of attack.

But strangely, the Japanese cavalry actually appeared at the forefront of the marching. It seemed that they were still preparing to make the first wave of attack arrows.

If they were all cavalry?

Li Mingyuan was suddenly attracted by those fierce war horses, and his eyes looked at things differently. He suddenly shouted: "Go and find me a Japanese military uniform."

He put on the Japanese uniforms. Li Mingyuan disguised himself as the commander of a heavy machine gun position, but kept giving orders, which was not actually an order: "After the battle started, tell the soldiers that they were only allowed to beat people and not horses!"

"It's all my own, horse...be careful not to hurt the horse..."

Seeing this scene, Ma Rui and Liu Linyi were both stunned. The war horses are not pack horses. The pack horses are just a little stronger than donkeys and are worse than mules. They can only drag a large cart and carry supplies. However, the war horses are all powerful tools that can charge into battle by riding on people.

As Ma Rui thought, it would be not an exaggeration to be the leader of the 9th Column’s top main regiment!

Liu Linyi's thoughts were even simpler. He just needed to form a cavalry squad that was sufficient for tactical reconnaissance, and a total of sixty or seventy war horses would be enough. He also went to buy some injured war horses to make the troops become mules and horses in advance. With the same physical strength, the troops could have enough endurance and combat power.

In the future, the fighters can run and advance in the queue without carrying heavy supplies.

"Captain..."

The first thing to worry about is Ma Rui. His infantry battalion was still digging trenches behind him. When the Japanese appeared, they all looked for hidden objects under the leadership of their squad leaders and ambushed. The first wave of ambush battles did not have the share of the 1st Battalion.

Liu Linyi's 3rd Battalion was better, and all the captured Japanese heavy machine guns were assigned to this battalion.

When you turn at the entrance of the town, it does have the meaning of the main force of the "Imperial Army".

After the battle, it is natural for the main attacking force to divide the spoils first. Fatty meat and other things are taken over by the 3rd battalion. Of course, Ma Rui has to express it. It is not just to pay attention to the cause of thought, but to let the regiment commander know that at least the 1st battalion should be divided more during the battle in the future.

Li Mingyuan was wearing a loess-colored Japanese military uniform and shouted: "Why are you yelling? Get ready for battle? Let's talk about what you have to say after the war."

Only then did Ma Rui hurried to the defense zone of the 1st Battalion and met with the troops.

It seems that the number of Japanese cavalrymen is not too large, but the town is indeed too small. It is not easy for Japanese soldiers and war horses to squeeze into the town all at once. Most of the Japanese will choose some to separate the war horses and keep them outside the town.

Arriving outside Qingshan Town was the 8th Cavalry Regiment of the Japanese Army. The commander of the regiment Colonel Takeuchi led the team himself. When the cavalry of the two squadrons who were black around him saw that the commander had held the reins, they all comforted the war horses. The war horses that had been running for a day were exhausted.

The war horses were panting and were listless.

Compared with many, a layer of white saliva was accumulated thickly on the edge of the horse's mouth, and sweat flowed down the hair.

Although Colonel Takeuchi had never encountered decent resistance along the way, the physical strength of the war horses was greatly affected by this run. According to this intensity, the war horses in the rebels would be sent back to the horse farm for rest in a few days.

Fortunately, I was approaching the periphery of the battlefield, and although I did not feel the fierce fighting scene on the battlefield, the urgent aura accumulated in the chests of every soldier of the 8th Cavalry Regiment.

This war was for the Japanese officers and soldiers of the 8th Division.

No matter what the result is, it is a shameful experience, a rival who lacks courage and is almost no match in the eyes of the Japanese army. Although the vanguard of the 8th Division was repeatedly frustrated in just a few days, the 5th Regiment even sent a telegram asking for reinforcements from the division headquarters.

Fortunately, the 5th Regiment also delayed the 9th Column's troops, otherwise the 8th Division's more than 20,000 people would have been in vain.

Colonel Takeuchi picked up the glasses hanging on his chest and looked up the environment of the town. Is the town in front of him the largest town in the west of Tokudu? Oh my God, if this deserted desert is not intertwined with the 9th Column of the 5th Column and the 9th Column of the 9th Column, the two armies were in the face of the battle, so that the division could prepare for a final decisive battle with the 9th Column. Otherwise, if the 9th Column was hidden, the 8th Division would run all the horses to death, and it would be impossible to find the hidden traces of the 9th Column.

Putting down his glasses, Colonel Takeuchi slightly reduced his anger towards the 5th Regiment, lowered his white gauze gloves from his hand, hung in his palm, waved his hand to signal the adjutant behind him to step forward, without looking at his subordinate's expression. He knew that as long as this gesture was done, his subordinate Murakami would definitely appear, and it would not last more than five seconds: "Take two people and see the situation in the town."

Colonel Takeuchi had already seen the situation at the entrance of the town from his glasses, but strangely, it was somewhat different from the results of the division two hours ago.

Of course, there is no need to worry about the safety of the 5th Regiment.

Colonel Takeuchi never questioned the comfort of the 5th Regiment. This continues to follow the arrogance and confidence of the division commander Tsukada Toru. Of course, this is also related to the 8th Division's constant participation in the terrifying war.

As for the few Japanese trucks I saw at the entrance of the town, it is better to understand. They must be the trucks of the 5th Regiment's car squadron. From this point, it can be said that the 5th Regiment has taken the initiative in the battlefield.

Maybe after the cavalry corps join the battlefield, a massive counterattack is about to begin.

At the entrance of Qingshan Town, Wang Translator, who was sitting in the car, leaning against the window, was instructing the 3rd Battalion Commander Liu Linyi: "When the Japanese are coming, you nod and bow. Can you say 'yes' in Japanese?"

"Hi--"

"Yes, that's what it means." Wang Zhiyi smiled and praised.

Liu Linyi was a little absent-minded and thought to himself what this is? Even the rich people who defected to the Japanese, let alone those dogs and traitors who sold their ancestors.

When the Japanese army on the opposite side came, Liu Linyi not only felt aware of his feelings, but also had the negotiations by Wang Translator. He, the two heavy machine gun positions around him, and more than a dozen soldiers, were all in the same decoration. He raised the price for Wang Translator.

Soon, the Japanese cavalry roared and rushed to the entrance of the town.

Liu Linyi trotted and stopped the Japanese army opposite at the entrance of the town. Although his head was a little numb, he didn't understand a single word because the other party said a rumbling Japanese words, although he also learned a few Japanese translations.

But in just half a day, what's the point?

When the Japanese finished speaking, Liu Linyi bowed and said loudly: "Hi..."

The Japanese lieutenant officer was very dissatisfied with his lieutenant. He glanced at the beard and a fierce light flashed in his little eyes. However, at this moment, Liu Linyi turned around and ran towards the car. Because there was some distance and it was still in the downwind. If it wasn't that the sound was loud, the Japanese cavalry would not be able to hear what Liu Linyi was saying.

The Japanese officer still wanted to ask about everything, but Liu Linyi did not dare to stay among the three Japanese.

If the Japanese ask questions endlessly, they must reveal their appearance.

After listening to the report from Liu Linyi, Wang opened the door of the truck. The first one appeared was a military boot with a long black painted tube. The black shoe polish and egg white were polished for more than half an hour. The boot was so bright that it was, except that the background was black, it looked like a mirror.

As soon as Translator Wang showed up from the carriage, the other party wanted to ask about the soldiers around him who were dressed up as Japanese soldiers, and they disappeared.

Lieutenant Murakami stared at Translator Wang, as if he was a little suspicious.

Such a young master? It's really rare.

However, then, Staff Wang's elegant behavior made the other party immediately respectful. Liu Linyi was so shocked that he almost fell down his eyes. The posture of getting off the car, his picky eyes, and slightly locked brows seemed to be conveying a message from the outside world. This person was very dissatisfied with the surrounding environment, and his over-focusing on each person's appearance made his status suddenly rise. In fact, he had not even had any dust on his body.

Liu Linyi couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "This guy is talking and laughing just now, but in a blink of an eye it turns out to be the young master who walked out of the Japanese officers. If you don't go to act, you will waste your ability."

The young translator Wang immediately covered up his age after a series of movements. His good behavior and picky habits made people easily think of this guy's extraordinary life experience.

In the eyes of Lieutenant Murakami, the extraordinary "Editor Wang" raised his head arrogantly and walked slowly to the village.

As soon as he approached, he ran away from his pocket with tiredness, covering up the smell of the horses.

This made Lieutenant Murakami very angry, but he did not dare to be arrogant, but then "Translator Wang" even said something that made Murakami even more angry.

"Let your horse stay away from me."

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