Chapter 74: Organs
Two hours later, the sky finally brightened.
Kuroshima Morita was reluctant to let the main force of the cavalry regiment go out at night, but he had no scruples during the day.
As soon as the sky brightened, Kuroshima Morita personally led two cavalry squadrons out of the Huting stronghold, first established a guard position five kilometers away, and then began to search inch by inch.
The visual conditions during the day are completely incomparable to those at night.
No matter how bright the flares are, they can never be as bright as sunlight.
However, what made Kuroshima Morita unbelievable was that in the circular area from two hundred meters to two thousand meters, more than three hundred cavalrymen passed through it like passing through a sieve no less than five times, but still found nothing.
Now even Kuroshima Morita became suspicious.
Could it be that the Eighth Route Army could really fly or burrow underground?
How else to explain what happened in these two nights?
Kuroshima Morita turned his gaze to another equestrian instructor, Nishi Takeichi: "Nishi Takeichi, what do you think?"
Xi Zhuyi's brows were twisted into a knot, and he said in a deep voice: "First of all, one thing is certain, the Eighth Route Army used the Type 38 rifle without a doubt."
Kuroshima Morita nodded subconsciously.
This has been confirmed by the warhead.
Xi Zhuyi said: "The effective range of the Type 38 rifle is nominally only 460 meters, but in reality it is at least 800 meters. However, due to the limitations of human vision, it is difficult to hit the target at a distance of more than 500 meters. Only a very small number of people with outstanding shooting talents can hit a human-shaped target 500 meters away by feeling."
Kuroshima Morita said: "The longest effective result of the Army Officer School is 750 meters!"
"Captain, are you talking about Instructor Onoda? I've heard of him too." Xi Zhu nodded slightly, and then continued, "A top sniper like Instructor Onoda can only hit targets within 750 meters, so it is basically impossible to effectively hit a humanoid target 1,000 meters away, let alone 1,500 meters away."
Kuroshima Morita said: "Does this mean that the Tubalu must be hiding within 750 meters?"
"I think it must be hidden within 300 meters!" Xi Zhu shook his head, "Because the visibility at night is much worse than during the day, the range is at least shortened by half."
"Wasn't it the same thing the night before last?"
"The Tubalu's hiding place was only 200 meters away at that time."
Nishi Takeichi is still very confident about his conclusion.
Kuroshima Morita said: "Then the question is, where did the Tubalu hide last night?"
As he spoke, Kuroshima Morita turned his head and looked back at the Hu Ting stronghold from a distance of 1,000 meters.
Kuroshima Morita's unfocused gaze slowly swept across the wilderness outside the stronghold, and then without any warning, the old devil's sight suddenly stopped.
"what is that?"
Kuroshima Morita said in astonishment.
Upon hearing the voice, Xi Zhuyi turned around and looked in the direction of Kuroshima Morita's finger. He found that there seemed to be an inconspicuous pit about fifty meters away from the Hu Ting stronghold?
"Jin!" Kuroshima Morita urged his horse and rushed forward.
"Uranus!" Xi Zhuyi also urged his horse to catch up.
The two men and two horses soon arrived next to the pit.
After just one look, Kuroshima Morita and Nishi Takeichi were stunned.
Kuroshima Jiro noticed something was wrong and rode over from the other direction.
After getting closer, Kuroshima Jiro could almost see at a glance the traces of someone lying in the pit.
"This is..." Kuroshima Jiro was equally surprised and said in disbelief, "The Tubalu hid here last night? Only 50 meters away from the base?"
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
Kuroshima Jiro obviously could not accept such a result.
"How is it possible not to hear gunshots at such a close distance?"
Nishi Takeichi explained helplessly: "The silencer can eliminate the sound of gunfire."
Silencer has been around for more than 30 years, but few people use it on the battlefield.
"Silencer?" Kuroshima Jiro was stunned for a moment and then asked, "Even if the silencer can reduce the sound, what about the muzzle flash?"
"Idiot, you know nothing and yet you dare to embarrass yourself." Kuroshima Morita couldn't help but curse, "Silencers can not only reduce the sound, but also eliminate the muzzle flash to a large extent!"
"What?" Kuroshima Jiro was stunned on the spot.
Xi Zhu said, "But it's a bit unexpected that the Tubalu have silencers."
"What's even more surprising to me is that this trooper has reverse thinking!" Kuroshima Morita said sternly, "After predicting that we would focus our search at a distance of 200 meters, he did the opposite and chose his sniper point within 50 meters closer to the Huting stronghold instead of moving away!"
After a pause, he said with a sigh: "This Tubalu is really not a simple person."
Xi Zhuyi said: "This Tubalu is indeed difficult to deal with. Should we seek support from Yamamoto's special forces?"
"Ask that Yamamoto guy for help?" Kuroshima Morita said with a wry smile, "Forget it, that guy won't agree. In his eyes, there are only two targets, besides the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army, there is only Yan Xishan's headquarters."
Xi Zhu said, "In this case, it will be extremely difficult to kill this Tubalu."
"That's not necessarily true." Kuroshima Morita grinned, "Use their own spear to attack their shield. The Eighth Route Army taught us a lesson in lurking through the battle last night. We just need to learn from them."
Xi Zhuyi's heart moved slightly, and he asked, "What does the captain mean?"
"That's right." Kuroshima Morita grinned, "We're also going to lurk."
…
In Yang Village.
When Wang Ye woke up, it was already evening.
Li Yunlong, Zhao Gang and others had already eaten as usual and went to night school.
The Eighth Route Army all had night schools. In addition to training during the day, they also had to read and learn to read at night.
Li Yunlong used to be unattended and seldom went to night school. But since Zhao Gang came, Li Yunlong went there obediently, knowing that a new recruit could recognize more words than you, a damn dog.
As usual, the head of the kitchen team, Lao Wang, prepared a special meal for Wang Ye.
But just when we were halfway through the meal, another person came.
The director of the supply department, Lao Gou, has just returned from buying soybeans.
"Uncle Gou? Come on, come on." Wang Ye called him, "Let's eat together."
"The food is good, isn't it?" Lao Gou said with a smile, "I am really grateful to you this time."
"Oh, what are you talking about?" Wang Ye took a bite of a steamed bun and said, "Uncle Gou, do you have any scrapped rifles? For example, the Sichuan-made single-shot rifle? Or an old slide with the rifling worn out or something like that."
Lao Gou said, "Originally, there was, but didn't we ask Captain Ding and Captain Cheng to leave last time?"
"Is that so?" Wang Ye scratched his head and said, "Forget it then, I'll think of another way."
Lao Gou asked, "Xiao Wang, your Wolf Warriors team doesn't lack guns, what do you need these broken guns for?"
"Won't this harass the Japanese at the Huting stronghold?" Wang Ye said, "I want to lure the Japanese out with the sound of gunfire, and then destroy them in the dark. It's not worth it to use a good gun, so I have to use a broken gun."
Lao Gou said, "Then you can go find the landlord, Uncle Zhang. He has a broken musket."
"Okay." Wang Ye said happily, "After we defeat the Japanese, I will return him a rifle."
After that, he asked Lao Gou: "Uncle Gou, this is not a violation of discipline, right?"
"Of course that doesn't count." Lao Gou said, "You borrowed Uncle Zhang's musket, and then lost it when fighting the Japanese. It's only natural for you to return him a rifle."
"Uncle Gou, take your time eating."
Wang Ye finished the steamed bun in a few bites and went to borrow the musket from his landlord, Uncle Zhang.
Although this musket is a bit old, it is well maintained and can at least fire.
Uncle Zhang was still a little reluctant, but when he heard that he could get a Type 38 rifle in return, he readily agreed.
Wang Ye borrowed another long bench from Uncle Zhang. After returning to the dormitory, he cut the two legs at one end in half. In this way, when the long bench was placed on the ground, the bench board formed an inclined surface.
Then tie the musket to the top of the bench and keep it level.
The trigger of the musket was tied to a brick by a silk thread.
Then brush a layer of vegetable oil on the bench surface, and the entire surface will become smooth.
In this way, the brick can slide down along the smooth stool surface, and when it slides out of the stool surface, it will suddenly fall down, and then pull the trigger of the musket through the silk thread, and finally complete the trigger pulling action.
In order to ensure that the brick could slide down smoothly, Wang Ye specially polished one side.
After grinding the brick, Wang Ye tried several more times and successfully pulled the trigger every time.
This is how mechanisms work; the simpler they are, the better they work, because the fewer components they have, the lower the failure rate.
After making sure there was no problem, Wang Ye put away the musket, bench, silk thread and brick, went to the cavalry company's stable to get a war horse, and rushed to the Huting stronghold again.
