Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

There is a well-known principle in management, that is, superiors can only inspect at higher levels, but cannot command at higher levels. Subordinates can only make complaints beyond the next level, but cannot ask for instructions beyond the next level.

After all, doing certain things at a higher level can easily disrupt the original normal hierarchical arrangement. This makes battlefield micromanagement a technical job, and it’s not something I can do just by myself.

In this siege, although Captain Li also performed battlefield micro-management, he was essentially very different from the bald captain.

Because Li Yunlong was commanding from the front, his field command post was almost in front of the Japanese bayonets. Even if he himself did not participate in the battle, he could fully grasp the battlefield information on the front line.

Even though he is a regiment-level combat officer, but his command reaches the squad level, the tactics formulated are indeed the most suitable way of playing under the current situation.

And this phenomenon is not normal. For grassroots soldiers who are occasionally micro-managed, it will more or less create a sense of honor that I am fighting side by side with the regiment commander.

The situation is different when you change to the captain.

When the bald man is sitting in the office, watching the Shanghai stock market while remotely controlling it. The battle reports coming back from the front had already lost their timeliness, and there were even new changes that he didn't know about.

In this case, if you airdrop the command, the command will be useless. It will only make the frontline commanders curse loudly, and most of the time it will only be a disservice.

"Li from the Gui family: I was able to win a few small games in the fifth theater, and it doesn't matter that I wasn't directly commanded by Bald Head."

With specific tactics in place, the soldiers had a clear division of labor.

Machine gunners and precision shooters who had experienced many battles suppressed fire at the shooting ports on the city wall. The Japanese were unable to fire a single bullet.

Often as soon as they showed up to check the situation, they were beaten into charcoal by the soldiers below.

At this time, Zhang Dabiao realized that the time was ripe and the battle was going exactly as planned by his regiment leader, so he waved back to signal the already prepared demolition team to set off.

"Check the equipment! Group of five! Be fast! I guarantee that no enemy can harass you."

"Whenever a bullet is fired or a grenade falls, it will be me, Zhang Dabiao, who will take the field in person! Let's go!"

After hearing the order, the first group of soldiers rushed out without hesitation. In order to get closer to the city wall faster, all of them traveled lightly.

Except for explosive packs and engineer shovels, they didn't even bring any guns, completely leaving their lives and safety in the hands of their comrades.

However, the comrades did not betray the trust of their comrades. The moment the demolition team set off, the intensity of the suppression of the shooting ports on the city wall doubled.

The fierce firepower made the Japanese dare not even move, which made these little days somewhat doubtful about life.

They still don't understand why the Eighth Route Army, which has always been short on ammunition, suddenly became so wealthy.

With everyone's cover, the demolition team successfully reached the city wall, and they immediately started digging with the engineering shovels they carried. It doesn't matter how deep you dig it, the hole just needs to be able to hold five explosive packets.

After arranging everything according to the predetermined plan, the soldiers of the demolition team lit the fuse of the explosive package.

This fuse was specially debugged before the battle. Even a cripple could leave the scene and evacuate to a safe area within the reserved time.

Under the expectant eyes of everyone in the New Second Regiment, a violent explosion occurred at the bottom of the city wall not far away. The huge smoke and dust even stopped the firepower of both sides for a few seconds.

After the smoke dissipated, although there was some damage to the wall, it was still far from opening a gap.

There is no way, after all, ancient Chinese city walls are famously strong and resistant to roughness. In many cases, they can survive a few rounds of large-caliber grenades.

The wisdom of the ancients cannot be underestimated. When they were building the city wall, they had already figured out the very classic gravity dam structure.

Generally, gravity dams are trapezoidal, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, using their own gravity to stabilize the overall structure.

This means that the strongest part of a city wall must be the bottom. Coupled with the astonishing thickness, it is completely ridiculous to expect that five explosive charges can destroy the wall.

In fact, the most reasonable method of destruction is to dig tunnels first and then deploy explosives.

By blowing up the tunnel dug underneath, it will cause an effect similar to a mine collapse. This caused the foundation of the city wall above to loosen and eventually collapse in on itself due to gravity.

If it is not convenient for the troops to use the previous method, then simply focus on attacking the top.

The solidity of that position is weaker than that of the bottom, and if it collapses, there is a high probability that a slope will be formed in front, which the siege troops can take the opportunity to kill.

It's a pity that the New Second Regiment did not have enough time to operate this time, and the Type 92 infantry gun was not powerful enough, which forced Li Yunlong to use the stupidest method.

Thanks to the explosive packs improved by Huang He, they are very powerful. As long as they are exploded a few more times, they can still win with enough quantity.

Although the city wall was not solved at once, Zhang Dabiao was not discouraged. He immediately ordered the second group of soldiers to blast away.

But this time the situation changed, and the Japanese began to fight back crazily.

Although they were suppressed by the firepower of the New Second Regiment before, it didn't matter as long as the opponent didn't use a ladder to climb the city wall. After all, no matter how hard they fought, they couldn't cause any substantial damage.

But the explosion just now woke up all the Japanese and made them realize that the Eighth Route Army below actually wanted to use explosives to break through the wall.

This behavior has threatened their lives, so the little people began to fight to the death.

Although you cannot shoot with light and heavy machine guns, throwing cantaloupe grenades downwards can also play a role in blocking the enemy. After sacrificing the lives of a few unlucky guys, the Japs figured out the direction in which the demolition team was heading.

They threw the grenades out of the crenellations of the city wall, and there were not enough of them to make up for it.

This caused four soldiers of the second group to die on the way to the charge, and only one comrade successfully completed the task.

This immediately made Zhang Dabiao's eyes wide open. He grabbed a pack of explosives and prepared to join the third group to participate in the blasting, but Li Yunlong arrived in time to stop him.

"Are you stupid? How can you fight like this! I don't object to you taking the lead in the charge, but why don't you call for artillery support if you have difficulties?"

Although there are bound to be casualties in war, unnecessary sacrifices should be avoided as much as possible.

Now the Eighth Route Army is no longer as miserable as it used to be. There is no need to let the soldiers fill it with their lives just to save a few shells.

Because he was afraid of enemy aircraft, Li Yunlong was a little reluctant to use the Type 92 infantry cannon, but naturally he had no worries about a weapon like the 60-force that could be picked up and run away.

After receiving the order from their regiment commander, the artillery company, led by Wang Chengzhu, fired three rounds of fire at the enemies on the city wall.

While the enemy was still under the influence of the shelling, Zhang Dabiao led the blasting team to the originally planned blasting point without any injuries.

Everyone first used engineering shovels to clear away the rubble, and then placed explosive packages at the preset blasting points.

After repeating this twice, a large gap was finally blown out of the solid city wall. And under the effect of gravity's self-collapse, the collapsed masonry, gravel and soil formed a slope.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Dabiao prompted the commandos to set off immediately, preparing to gain a foothold in the gap while the Japanese were bombed out of organization.

Facing the confused enemy, the soldiers used grenades and shell guns to clear the way. The few days left had no ability to stop the commandos descending like tigers from the mountain.

The Japanese in the city also tried to stall for time with street fighting, but the gap in numbers could not be made up by a few houses.

The soldiers of the New Second Regiment followed the commando team and rushed to Yangquan County. Unfortunately, the city gate had been blocked by the enemy with a large number of sandbags and soil. The not-so-wide gap seriously affected the comrades' attack speed.

At this time, attacks from the other two directions continued.

Considering that enemy fighter jets might come for reinforcements at any time, Li Yunlong divided two battalions to support the 769th Regiment and the 14th Regiment, while he led one battalion straight to the Japanese ammunition depot and grain depot.

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In Yangquan's headquarters, the Chief of Staff of the Fourth Independent Mixed Brigade, Kodera Katsato, was ready to be loyal to Tian Locust.

The Japanese held a command knife in one hand and a useless Southern Type 14 pistol in the other, posing as if he wanted to fight the Eighth Route Army to the bitter end.

All the soldiers in Yangquan County have been sent out to defend, leaving only a few staff officers with little combat effectiveness around him.

"Your Majesty Colonel, why haven't the fighter jets from Taiyuan come to support us yet? Are you upset that Lieutenant General Shinozuka has given up on us?"

Hearing such a stupid question, Kodera Katsari smiled bitterly, and then looked at the several helpless advisers with empty eyes.

"Because there is no fuel. It's not like you don't know how scarce my country's strategic material reserves are."

"Now the Eighth Route Army is wreaking havoc on the Zhengtai Line, and our transportation line has been cut off. Those three attacks should be the limit of the flying team."

As soon as these words came out, there was a brief silence in the war conference room. This group of Japanese soldiers knew that the lines of communication they depended on for survival were occupied by the enemy.

The brigade commander, Katayama Shotaro, has withdrawn all nearby troops, and now the Fourth Independent Mixed Brigade is isolated and helpless.

It is only a matter of time before the three walls are breached by the enemy. The east side seems safe but there are definitely a large number of enemies ambushing them. This situation is already a dead end, but they just don't want to admit it these days.

Kodera Katsari picked up his hat from the table. The Japanese commander straightened his appearance in front of a mirror. He looked at the several staff officers in front of him and said:

"Gentlemen, we are samurai from Japan's brother country. Death on the battlefield is the best destination for us."

"Although we lost, the honor of the brigade cannot be retained. You lead people to destroy ammunition depots and granaries. These things cannot be left to the Eighth Route Army."

"I'm going to send a farewell telegram to Lieutenant General Shinozuka, and then destroy all confidential documents and radio stations. Let's meet at Kudanzaka."

"Hi!"

The words of his chief of staff seemed to ignite the fire in the hearts of the devils. They bowed very enthusiastically, and then ran towards their goal.

As an important transportation node and the headquarters of the Fourth Independent Mixed Brigade, Yangquan stores a large amount of weapons, ammunition and various supplies.

Based on Kodera Katsato's understanding of the Eighth Route Army, those poor men would definitely take away valuable things in a short time.

With the mentality that if I can't get it and you don't want it, this devil unilaterally decided to destroy these things without even reporting it to Yoshio Shinozuka.

After leaving the headquarters, the staff officers and the few remaining soldiers split up.

Compared with destroying the ammunition depot, it is more difficult to completely destroy the granary. If it were simply set on fire, the Eighth Route Army would probably be able to salvage some of the food that had not been burned.

Therefore, the ruthless Japanese staff prepared a multi-pronged approach, not only burning but also blowing up with mortars, and they even considered placing some explosives.

These days, they were completely silent in their own world, completely unaware that there were several men like farmers staring at them from the commanding heights ahead.

"Duan Peng, the Japs are coming, how do we fight? This route must lead to the granary, we can't let them go."

The crew-cut man wearing a gray short coat looked at his partner. He thought for a moment and then expressed his thoughts.

"We only have three guns, but the Japanese have five. With our marksmanship, they will definitely not be able to hit them if they run."

"I'm going to stop those fools and give you a chance to hit a fixed target. If something happens to me, you must take good care of me."

Hearing these words, which were like last words, several farmers immediately turned red-eyed.

These people were originally farmers outside the city and made a living by selling food. Because there were elderly people at home who needed support, they had no choice but to become obedient citizens.

But Xiaoli and the traitors bullied people too much and squeezed the people of the Republic of China too hard, and they didn't even think about giving people a way to survive.

In a dispute, Duan Peng accidentally killed a traitor, which made the already poor life even worse. Just when he was about to be cornered by the Japanese, a passing district team rescued him.

From that day on, this honest farmer turned into a glorious guerrilla.

After making a decision, Duan Peng quietly came down from the commanding heights and waited in a dark alley for the Japanese to pass by.

After estimating that the time was almost up, he pretended to be in a panic and pushed the cart into the enemy at the front of the team.

This behavior made the frightened Xiao Tian nervously pull out his gun. After seeing that the other party was just a civilian, the five devils showed fierce expressions.

In fact, the highest-ranking major staff officer directly pulled out his command sword. He was planning to kill this Republic of China peasant who dared to offend him before he died.

But at this moment, three gunshots were heard in the quiet street.

Duan Peng's comrades did not live up to his trust. Three Arisaka rifle bullets hit the arrogant Xiaori from more than 20 meters away.

The flat-headed man also acted at the same time, bursting out with astonishing speed. The calloused right hand came up from bottom and slapped the major staff officer's chin hard.

This charged blow caused the devil to vomit blood, and half of the teeth in his mouth were knocked out.

The last Japanese wanted to fight back with the bastard box in his hand, but Duan Peng's dark hands directly took out a human shield, and the bullet fired killed his own staff.

The guerrillas at the commanding heights had been reloaded, and the five Japanese who went to destroy the granary only lasted more than ten seconds.

After the battle, several other teammates ran down from the high ground. As they picked up the Japs' weapons, they said in shock:

"Your iron palm is really amazing! I didn't even see how you beat the Japanese to death!"

Hearing his partner's praise, Duan Peng scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"How can anyone who practices martial arts not have some blood in them? Seeing that the little devils are riding on our heads, I can't swallow this breath!"

"Hurry up and pack up and go to the granary! We have to hold on until the main force comes over!"

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