At the headquarters of the Yangcun Independent Regiment.
Wang Ye and Wei Dayong are preparing to go out.
This time I won't be back in a day or two, so I have to bring enough supplies.
Lao Gou had already received Li Yunlong's instructions and only allocated 200 rounds of 6.5mm caliber rifle bullets and 200 rounds of 7.63mm caliber Mauser pistol bullets to Wang Ye and Wei Dayong.
The 7.63mm caliber Mauser pistol bullet is a special bullet for the twenty-shot box gun.
The box gun is also called a revolver, a quick-fire machine gun, an automatic machine gun, a mirror box, etc.
This pistol was invented by the Germans and was originally intended to be used as an assault pistol, but it ended up being a failure because its firepower output was not as good as a submachine gun and its range was not as good as a Mauser rifle.
But in China, the Mauser C90 or box gun has become a famous gun.
According to conservative estimates, there are at least millions of Mauser pistols in existence in China today.
Because there are many Mauser pistols in existence, and it is relatively easy to replace gun parts and replenish bullets, this pistol became the standard for Eighth Route Army cadres.
As a reconnaissance unit, the Wolf Warriors naturally equip the Mauser pistol as a standard weapon.
That is to say, the conditions do not allow it now, but Wang Ye plans to equip each team member with dual guns in the future.
Wei Dayong was loading bullets into the magazine while muttering, "Uncle Gou, you are such a fool. What can you do if you just give us a hundred more rounds? Will the regiment commander shoot you if he finds out?"
"That's what you said." Lao Gou said unhappily.
"If all the soldiers in the regiment were like you, I wouldn't be able to do my job as the supply chief."
Wei Dayong didn't give up and said, "Uncle Gou, what's your relationship with us? What's your relationship with other people? Can it be the same? Give us another fifty rounds?"
"You kid, you're more eloquent than the captain."
Lao Gou smiled and said, "Okay, I'll give you another hundred bullets."
"But I won't give you these hundred bullets for free. You have to give me something in exchange."
"Uncle Gou, tell me." Wei Dayong said happily, "What do you want, saber, lunch box, leather boots, blanket? As long as the devils have it, we can get it for you."
Wang Ye added: "Japanese women are also OK."
"Fuck you, what do I need a Japanese woman for?"
Lao Gou cursed with a smile, and then said, "My account notebook is almost used up. There were quite a few notebooks among the gifts donated to our Eighth Route Army by patriotic people in Peking, Shanghai and other places, but unfortunately they were all seized by Chiang Kai-shek and Yan Xishan, and not a single cent fell on the heads of our Eighth Route Army, so I can only ask you two to ask the devils for them."
"That's all?" Wei Dayong said, "Don't worry, Uncle Gou. I'll get you eight or ten copies later."
Lao Gou then counted out a hundred rounds of bullets from the wooden box containing Mauser pistol bullets and handed them to Wei Dayong, saying, "You two are not ignorant of the importance of bullets, but I still want to remind you to use them sparingly. Our Eighth Route Army is not like the Shanxi Suiyuan Army and the Central Army. It is not easy to replenish bullets."
"Yes." Wei Dayong said, "We know what's going on."
As they talked, the two of them had already filled two 20-round magazines.
The remaining bullets were sorted and put into two bullet boxes.
The bullet box used by the two men was the same leather bullet box used by the Japanese. It was a large box that could hold a hundred rounds and had a buckle, so it would not fall out easily if it was fastened.
The two men hung their pistols on their waists and their rifles on their shoulders.
They went to the kitchen to find Lao Wang to get dry food. Lao Wang had already prepared white flour steamed buns for them.
The Eighth Route Army had standard rations: one ration in normal times and another ration when there were combat missions. The rations that Wang Ye and his team received this time when they were out on a mission were twice the wartime ration.
The wartime ration for the Eighth Route Army was 1.8 jin, which doubled to 3 jin.
Two people ate 42 kilograms of food in seven days, all white flour steamed buns, filling a whole cloth bag.
After Wang Ye took the cloth bag, Lao Wang quietly handed him a small cloth bag. Wang Ye knew it was meat as soon as he touched it. It was cooked and then dried horse meat. It could be eaten as a dish or as a snack.
The amount of horse meat is relatively small, probably only about ten pounds.
Lao Wang then asked, "Xiao Wang, can I ask you for a favor?"
"Old Wang, you say it." Wang Ye said, "As long as we can do it, we will definitely do it for you."
Lao Wang said, "I heard from the regiment commander that you are going out for reconnaissance this time, and you are probably going to the county town?"
Wang Ye said: "We are going to conduct reconnaissance, but it is hard to say whether we can enter the county. If there is enough time, we may go to Chengyangquan County to find out the defense situation of the Japanese in the city."
"That's great." Lao Wang said, "If you go into the city, please bring me a kitchen knife. Make sure you pick a heavy one, preferably the kind that butchers use to chop bones."
The kitchen knives used by the kitchen staff are too light, and it is too difficult to chop horse bones.
And if a hole breaks easily, it takes a long time to polish it.
This made Lao Wang so annoyed that he simply bought a boning knife.
"Okay, I'll remember it." Wang Ye agreed immediately.
Before setting off, Wang Ye checked his equipment one last time.
Weapons, dry food, maps, notebooks, pencils and telescopes.
After making sure that nothing was left behind, Wang Ye took Wei Dayong on the road.
It was already afternoon, and Wang Ye had calculated the time. If they set out now, they would be able to enter the Japanese-occupied area by dusk, which would allow them to move around at night.
Wang Ye never thought of swaggering into the Japanese-occupied area in broad daylight.
It cannot be said that the Japanese-occupied areas are now run as impregnable by the devils, but it is an indisputable fact that there are puppet troops, puppet police and detective teams everywhere, and there are also a large number of devil's spies hidden in each village.
Carrying weapons into the Japanese-occupied area in broad daylight is simply asking for trouble.
When we got near Baijia Village, the sky gradually began to darken.
In the twilight, Wang Ye glanced at Baijia Village on the side of the road from afar.
If nothing unexpected happened, there must be Japanese spies in the village watching the two of them.
However, Wang Ye did not care, because Baijia Village was already on the edge of the Japanese-occupied area, and local armed forces or militias of the Eighth Route Army would often come here for activities.
And they were both wearing plain clothes.
So it would be useless even if the spies in the village informed on the secret.
Because the Japanese in the Huting stronghold were impossible to identify.
What's more, it is still unclear whether there are still Japanese troops in the Huting stronghold.
As a time traveler, Wang Ye knew better than anyone that the Japanese 1st Army in Shanxi had to station heavy troops in southern Shanxi to guard against the Central Army in Zhongtiao Mountain, and also had to withdraw part of its forces to support the Zaoyi battlefield. The troop deployment was already stretched to its limits, so remote strongholds like the Huting stronghold could be abandoned at any time.
Wang Ye's speculation was soon confirmed.
When the two men came near the Huting stronghold,
I saw teams of Japanese troops evacuating one after another.
The two men immediately tied their horses in a secluded place and climbed to the top of a bare hill.
"Northwest Wolf, are the Japanese planning to abandon the Huting stronghold?" Wei Dayong said, "Look, even the puppet army has come out, the entire stronghold is empty."
Wang Ye could see more clearly through the telescope.
The entire stronghold had indeed been emptied.
The dozens of large trucks and hundreds of carts loaded with sacks were probably the supplies for the Black Island Regiment. It was a pity that the 1st Battalion failed to capture the stronghold this time, otherwise all these supplies would have belonged to the Independent Regiment.
Wang Ye estimated that there were at least two hundred tons of supplies here.
Wei Dayong asked, "Should we take advantage of the enemy's lack of preparedness and attack him?"
"Big Bad Wolf, have you forgotten the captain's instructions?" Wang Ye said coldly.
"I can't forget that." Wei Dayong said, "I've always remembered the captain's instructions."
Wang Ye said: "Then tell me now, what did the captain tell us?"
Wei Dayong said: "The regiment commander said that as soon as the gunfire sounded, we must take back some benefits, including food, clothing, and daily necessities. More is not too much, and less is not too little, but we cannot take nothing."
Wang Ye pointed at the Japanese convoy and said, "Do you think we can gain any benefit from the Japanese in front of us?"
Wei Dayong fell silent. It should be easy to launch a surprise attack when the Japanese were off guard and kill a few of them, but it would be impossible to seize some weapons, equipment or supplies.
After all, there were thousands of devils ahead.
There are also more than a dozen armored vehicles and tanks.
Because the road had been occupied by the Japanese army, Wang Ye and his team had to take another route.
After walking about twenty kilometers under the cover of night, we arrived at the trench on the north side of Zhengtai Road.
Since occupying most of Shanxi, the Japanese army has been strengthening the security of the Zhengtai Railway, because the Zhengtai Railway and the Tongpu Railway are the two lifelines of the 1st Army stationed in Shanxi.
The Japanese army implemented a strategy of using railways as pillars, roads as chains, and strongholds as locks.
By the end of 1939, the Japanese army had built hundreds of strongholds of various sizes along the Zhengtai Railway, and built two parallel roads with a distance of ten to fifteen kilometers on the north and south sides of the Zhengtai Railway.
A trench more than three meters deep and four meters wide was dug on the outside of the highway to isolate traffic.
Therefore, the area of ​​ten to fifteen kilometers on both sides of the Zhengtai Road has become an iron-clad Japanese-occupied zone.
Since last year, the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army has been divided into two parts, making it very difficult to exchange personnel and materials between the two major bases.
However, this trench of this width could not stop well-trained war horses.
After determining the location of the trench by moonlight, Wang Ye and Wei Dayong reined in their horses and retreated dozens of meters. They first took a running start and then leaped forward lightly to easily cross the trench, which was more than four meters wide.
War horses could even cross trenches as far as eight meters wide.
Because the warhorse's hooves were wrapped in cotton cloth, there was little noise when they landed.
So even though there was a blockhouse less than a hundred meters away, the Japanese and puppet troops inside the blockhouse were not alarmed.
Wang Ye was also a skilled and courageous man. After crossing the trench, he did not rush to find a place to hide, but stayed directly one hundred meters away from the artillery tower.
While raising the telescope to observe,
At the same time, he asked Wei Dayong to prepare the map.
There was a dim light coming out of the turret, and it turned out to be powered by electricity.
With the help of dim electric light, Wang Ye began to estimate the scale of the stronghold.
Wei Dayong first placed the backpack in front of the saddle, then spread the map flat on the backpack, then covered the front end of the flashlight with his left hand and turned it on, with only a little light leaking out from between his fingers.
With the help of the little light that leaked out, Wei Dayong began to wander around and search on the map.
Wang Ye had already observed everything and asked, "Big Bad Wolf, have you found it?"
"Damn, it was pitch dark just now, I didn't even know where I was." Wei Dayong said anxiously.
"How stupid!" Wang Ye said unhappily, "First find the Huting stronghold, then go southeast by 20 kilometers, there is a village called Miaoyan Village, that's it."
Wang Ye had just looked at the map, so he remembered it very clearly.
With Wang Ye's hint, Wei Dayong finally found it quickly this time: "I've found it."
Wang Ye said: "Remember, there is a small stronghold. The number of Japanese soldiers is at most one squad, and the puppet army is at most one platoon. There is one main gun tower, three floors, and there are walls and trenches , but no barbed wire."
Wei Dayong used the faint light coming from his left hand to quickly make records.
After Wei Dayong finished recording, the two continued walking along the road.
Wei Dayong asked as they walked: "Northwest Wolf, is this what we are going to do?"
"What else?" Wang Ye asked, "Why do you think we are here?"
"This is too boring." Wei Dayong muttered, "We have to kill a few Japanese devils, right?"
Wang Ye said: "The main thing is the business, killing the devils is just a side job, if there is a chance, just kill a few."
Not long after they walked, a bright beam of car lights suddenly shone in front of them. Fortunately, this section of the road was not a straight line, otherwise Wang Ye and the others would have been exposed.
"Hide!" Wang Ye shouted in a low voice.
The two men quickly dismounted and led their horses to a field beside the road where they hid.
A war horse is a war horse. Wang Ye and Wei Dayong only need to pull down the reins and the war horse will kneel on the ground. Then they hold the horse's neck and press down gently, and the war horse will immediately lie on its side obediently on the ground.
And as long as Wang Ye and Wei Dayong kept holding the horse's neck,
The warhorse will remain lying on its side and will not get up.
Moreover, the war horses will not neigh even if they are muzzled.
The vehicle slowly approaches and soon the roar of its engine can be heard.
It was not until Wang Ye got closer that he realized that this was not a truck, but an armored vehicle.
If nothing unexpected happens, this armored vehicle should be responsible for the night patrol mission on the highway on the north side of Zhengtai Road, but according to the Japanese army's practice, there should also be motorized infantry to cooperate in the patrol.
Otherwise, if you rely on an armored vehicle alone, the field of vision is greatly limited and it is easy to miss the target.
But the weather was very cold tonight, and Wang Ye guessed that the Japanese infantrymen who were patrolling together didn't want to be blown by the cold wind, so they didn't come out on patrol with them.
Even so, Wang Ye never thought of provoking this iron turtle.
But that's how the world is. The more you want to hide, the more you can't hide.
The Japanese armored vehicle drove up to within fifty meters of Wang Ye and his men, then suddenly stopped. The top cover of the turret opened, and a Japanese soldier leaned out with a flashlight, shining it around.
Wang Ye and Wei Dayong quickly stroked the necks of the war horses with their hands to prevent the horses from getting frightened and suddenly standing up.
Since this was within the blockade ditch and there was a small artillery tower less than 500 meters away, the Japanese soldier on the armored vehicle did not search carefully.
After taking a few random photos,
The Japs turned off the flashlight.
Then the door of the armored vehicle opened.
Three Japanese soldiers filed down from inside.
These three devils were obviously well prepared.
There are millet stalks left over from the harvest on the side of the road.
Wang Ye and Wei Dayong were hiding behind a pile of straw.
Two of the devils walked straight up to the straw and picked up two bundles.
When they were closest, the two devils were less than five meters away from Wang Ye.
Wei Dayong repeatedly signaled to Wang Ye with his eyes, but Wang Ye remained unmoved.
Because the crew of the Japanese armored vehicles usually consisted of more than four people, but only three Japanese got off the vehicle, which meant that there was still a Japanese soldier left in the armored vehicle.
If we start at this time, we can certainly easily kill the three Japanese soldiers who got off the car.
But the last Japanese soldier left in the armored vehicle will definitely be alarmed, and then this little Japanese soldier will only need to snap his fingers and they will be finished.
Because the armored vehicle's main gun is facing the front of the vehicle.
As for the two Japanese soldiers, they picked up the straw and threw it into the open space in front of the car. Then they poured half a bottle of white wine on the straw, and then lit a lighter and flames jumped out.
After the bonfire was lit, the Japs took out a lot of things from the car one after another.
In the light of the car lights, you can see a rabbit, two chickens, and an iron rack.
Wang Ye was immediately amused. These Japanese devils were quite professional. Were they here for a picnic?
Now Wang Ye was even more reluctant to launch the attack so quickly. It would not be too late to take action after these devils had roasted the rabbit meat and prepared the roast chicken. He could just enjoy them ready-made.
Time passes quietly.
The temperature is getting lower at night.
But Wang Ye didn't feel cold at all.
The cold-weapon-level physique is just so powerful.
Wei Dayong could definitely feel the cold, but this kid had trained his endurance in Shaolin Temple, so this little test was nothing to him.
After almost an hour, the rabbit meat and chicken were finally roasted.
The rich aroma of meat wafted through the night wind, and Wei Dayong's stomach began to growl.
Fortunately, straw often makes crackling sounds when it burns, otherwise it would be exposed directly.
There was finally movement in the armored vehicle. Another Japanese soldier got out of the vehicle. After getting off the vehicle, he stretched his body lazily. It turned out that he was hiding in the vehicle and sleeping.
Needless to say, this must be an officer.
Now there is no problem, we can get started.
At that moment Wang Ye gave Wei Dayong a wink, and Wei Dayong understood.
The two men calmed their horses to make sure they wouldn't turn over and sit up in a short period of time.
Then he avoided the front lights of the armored vehicle and approached quietly from both sides.
Wang Ye and Wei Dayong were very conspicuous hiding in the dark and watching the Japanese in the light, but the four Japanese were sitting in the light and were blind to the dark outside the car lights and could not see anything.
These four devils were really careless.
Because there had been no attacks for a long time since the blockade ditch was repaired, the tension in their minds relaxed.
Under the cover of night,
Wang Ye and Wei Dayong quickly got behind the four Japanese devils.
The Japanese soldier with his back to the car lights was less affected. He seemed to have seen it out of the corner of his eye. He suddenly turned his head to look in Wang Ye's direction and shouted, "Nanimonodesga?"
"Your ancestors!" Wang Ye shouted and jumped up.