Liang Jian: Lao Li, I'm really not a military expert

Chapter 112: Attacking Zhangzhuang stronghold, high hopes for Type 0 fighter jets! 3-character chapt

"Damn it, Lin's attack plan is really bold. If I were to fight, I would never dare to take such a big risk, unless the rocket launcher is really as magical as he said!"

"Since Lin wants to take a risk, I will cooperate with him. Together with your second team, I will have three companies under my command, a fully staffed reinforced battalion. Let's fight the Japanese head-on. This will be a good opportunity to test the combat effectiveness of our troops!"

"Zhu Zi, I'm handing over all the artillery of the entire battalion to you. You have to knock out the Japanese's light and heavy machine guns for me as soon as possible. Can you do it?"

Li Yunlong looked at Wang Chengzhu, waiting for him to sign the military order. Wang Chengzhu was not afraid of the stage. His artillery skills had improved in recent days, and he could show them to the regiment commander and the college students. He was not a coward, and he also wanted to fight for the title of Northwest Artillery King.

"Captain, leave it to me, Zhu. If I fail to complete the task, you can chop off my head!"

Li Yunlong grinned and said cheerfully: "Zhu Zi, your words are encouraging. As long as you can complete the task, I will reward you with a bottle of sweet potato cake. In addition, I will reward you with a box of canned beef. I know that you lost a box of canned beef in the last bet with classmate Lin. You can make up for it from here!"

Li Yunlong looked at Li Sanwa again, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Sanwa, I didn't expect you to grow up so fast. Your current level is half of Zhuzi's. The rocket artillery platoon is in your charge. You have to kill the Japanese artillery unit as soon as possible. Give me a promise, can you do it?"

Li Sanwa thought for a moment and replied in a sonorous voice: "Captain, just wait and see! Rocket launchers use area-killing. If dozens of rockets are fired, the Japanese artillery unit will be destroyed immediately. Commander, just launch the attack boldly! If you can't kill the Japanese artillery unit, you will chop off my head!"

"Damn it, I didn't expect that you, the third kid, would become such a tough guy. I'll trust you this time! Do your job well, and when you go back, I'll promote you to the commander of the rocket artillery company!" Li Yunlong promised directly.

Finally, he looked at Zhang Dabiao, pointed at the two entrances of the Zhangzhuang stronghold, and said, "Dabiao, the Japanese's Zhangzhuang stronghold has two entrances and exits. You are responsible for the frontal attack. Let me use your light machine gun as a machine gun. I will transfer all the submachine guns in the battalion to you. Organize a company of commandos. After classmate Lin's aerial strafing cover is over, immediately launch a strong attack!"

"Monk, you son of a bitch, don't just sit there, lead a company of soldiers to block the other entrance of the Japanese, and use four heavy machine guns to block this place. Don't let a single Japanese escape and reveal the true situation of our troops!"

"The remaining company will be under my command. We will launch the attack at 7 a.m. tomorrow. We need to give Lin an hour to prepare. Do you understand the order?"

"Clear!"

"Okay, after dinner, we have to rush to the outskirts of Zhangzhuang stronghold overnight. We must be careful of the Japanese sentries. Three minutes before launching the attack, we must cut off the Japanese telephone lines. The first wave of artillery fire must destroy the Japanese radio station. We must not let the Japanese send out the player information!"

Under Li Yunlong's arrangement, the soldiers ate dry food and drank a bowl of broth with canned meat. After resting for an hour, they came to the outskirts of Zhangzhuang stronghold in the dark and immediately began to build defensive fortifications. The Japanese in the Zhangzhuang stronghold knew nothing about this.

Inside the command post of the Zhangzhuang stronghold, Lieutenant Colonel Ichiro Inoue was playing chess with Lieutenant Colonel Nobitake. The two of them were killing each other on the chessboard, but in fact they were a pair of bad chess players who were using chess to kill time.

"Nobi-kun, this sweep is over. There is no Eighth Route Army unit near us. I don't know why those bastards in the headquarters want us to stay here. I just want to go back to the county where I was stationed before and enjoy the warm and comfortable big house, instead of making a brazier in the tent and resisting the biting cold wind!" Ichiro Inoue complained dissatisfiedly.

Nobi put the black chess piece in his hand on the chessboard, looked around to see that there was no one around, and replied cautiously: "Mr. Inoue, stop complaining! I heard that there is a ghost unit of the Eighth Route Army nearby. All the members of Shimada Squadron and Ono Squadron were killed, and no one escaped. Only more than 20 people from Noda Squadron escaped, and the No. 3 ammunition left by the Empire in the Xujia Town stronghold was not found. This news has been strictly blocked by the headquarters. I heard it from a nephew of my relative. He asked me to keep it secret and be careful that the Eighth Route Army uses No. 3 ammunition to attack us!"

At this time, Ichiro Inoue's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that the No. 3 ammunition was actually seized by the Eighth Route Army. How did these bastards manage it? He suppressed his anger and asked casually, "Nobi-kun, did your relative's nephew say which unit of the Eighth Route Army got it?"

Nobibu crawled to Inoue Ichiro's ear and whispered, "Inoue-kun, this matter is also top secret in the headquarters. I don't have the courage to ask about the follow-up. A general is also involved. We should be cautious. Anyway, the Eighth Route Army dare not use No. 3 ammunition. In that case, the Empire can use public opinion to fight back. It's not a loss anyway, but we have to be careful!"

Inoue Ichiro nodded and agreed with Nobibu's suggestion. He no longer paid attention to this matter, but instead asked about the Eighth Route Army's Ghost Unit.

"Mr. Inoue, this is true! You know Hirata Kojiro, right? He is the nephew of the general. He pretended to be dead and escaped. We know that this Eighth Route Army squadron has very strong firepower. They can fight against a squadron of the Empire head-on without losing. They are also equipped with the Empire's standard artillery. Except for the lack of airplanes, tanks and heavy artillery, they have a firm advantage in equipment!"

"It's unbelievable that the Tubalu actually has such an elite squad. We'd better be careful!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little tense, Inoue Ichiro changed the subject and said, "Nobi-kun, we have two and a half squadrons of soldiers stationed at Zhangzhuang. If the Eighth Route Army wants to take our stronghold, they will have to send out at least one main force regiment. Don't forget that we can call for air support at any time. As long as we can hold on for a day, reinforcements from nearby will be able to reach us. It's very safe!"

"Besides, there is no need for us to scare ourselves. This ghost army of the Eighth Route Army may have already left. We can hold on in Zhangzhuang for a month and then go back. There is no need to be so nervous!"

"It just so happened that the transport team delivered a few boxes of sake yesterday. Let's have a nice drink tonight. We have been in this wilderness for three months, but we haven't seen a single battle. It can be said to be very safe!"

Nobitake did not refute and accepted Inoue Ichiro's invitation. The two drank some wine in the command center and talked about interesting things in their hometown.

January 1941, 1, today is the Lunar New Year's Eve. The villagers of Duanjiazhuang got up early to clean the house and prepare for the New Year. Lin Zhenhua had already had breakfast and looked at the time on his pocket watch. It was five o'clock in the morning.

"Fifth Platoon Leader, start refueling the fighter jets immediately and take off on time at six o'clock!"

Lin Zhenhua mobilized two squads of soldiers and started refueling the Zero fighter. He also wanted to use new aviation fuel with a higher value, but he really didn't have the conditions. These days they had seized a total of 20 barrels of gasoline from the Japanese, which was enough to carry out a flight mission.

Masao Kojima also came to the airport runway under Duan Peng's supervision. When he saw the soldiers refueling, he started shouting.

Duan Peng was annoyed by Kojima Masao's noise, so he picked him up with one hand, and scared Kojima Masao so much that he begged for mercy and almost wet his pants.

Through these few days of surveillance, Duan Peng finally understood that Kojima Masao was a coward, even more timid than him, very afraid of death, and would be very obedient as long as he was in a hurry.

Lin Zhenhua saw Kojima Masao kicking his legs in the air, and walked over curiously and asked, "Duan Peng, put the little devil down first. I seemed to hear Kojima Masao yelling and screaming just now. Let him finish what he said!"

Duan Peng put Kojima Masao down and waved his fist in front of him, which frightened Kojima Masao. He said tremblingly, "Captain Lin, the Zero fighter cannot be refueled with ordinary fuel. It will greatly damage the service life of the engine and affect the performance of the fighter. It is a very stupid practice. Captain Lin, please stop immediately!"

Lin Zhenhua curled his lips, spread his hands and said, "Xiaodao, you are absolutely right, but the conditions are not right now. Anyway, I don't plan to keep this Zero fighter. Its fate has already been determined. You should understand what I mean. Say goodbye to your old brother!"

As soon as Lin Zhenhua finished speaking, Kojima Masao knelt on the ground in pain, his eyes filled with tears. He kowtowed to the Zero fighter and said sadly: "Captain Lin, thank you for giving me this opportunity to say goodbye to my old comrade. I am very conflicted at the moment. I need to calm down. I'll leave you first!"

Lin Zhenhua nodded and looked at Kojima Masao's back as he left. He didn't care. This was an invader. You can't think he is innocent just because he shed two tears. Crocodile tears are never worthy of people's sympathy!

"Li Gousheng, Li Shitou, the two of you help me load the ammunition. We need to finish it within half an hour. The fighter jets must take off on time at six o'clock!"

After receiving the order, Li Gousheng and Li Shitou hurriedly carried a small 25-kilogram bomb to the Zero fighter. Under the guidance of Lin Zhenhua, they installed the bomb. It took ten minutes to install the two bombs.

"Okay, hurry up and bring the wooden ladder over here. I need to enter the cockpit of the plane and do a pre-takeoff check!"

After a busy period, the Zero fighter, fully loaded with ammunition, made all preparations for take-off and waited for the take-off time to come!