Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

At seven o'clock in the morning and evening on May 12, 1941, on the west side of Zhongtiao Mountain.

"Regiment, we have gained a lot from this trip. From last night to now, our regiment has defeated two and a half brigades."

"Additionally, there are three lieutenants and one colonel, which is a total of four Japanese officers. Even Yoshio Iwamatsu will feel distressed for a while. Commander Yan's order has been successfully completed."

"What to do next? Continue eastward to expand the victory? Or go back home and stop as soon as possible?"

Fang Ligong's inquiry did not receive a response. Chu Yunfei seemed to have unlocked his personality trait of recklessness and walked out of the temporary command post before the soldiers had finished cleaning the battlefield.

Soon, a saguan knife lying on the ground attracted his attention.

The Xiliang warrior leaned over to pick up his trophies, holding the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand. He brushed the sharp blade with his left hand, gently stroking the dried blood on the knife.

The next moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked toward the southeast of Jin Province, as if someone was watching there.

"Brother Yunlong, I have gained a lot from this battle."

"And you are still in the Eighth Route Army's base. It seems that in this contest between you and me, I am slightly better."

Hearing the mutterings of the group members, Fang Ligong felt like he was sweating profusely.

With his emotional intelligence, he really couldn't figure out one thing. The two of them had only met once, so how could their superiors start a one-sided rivalry.

But judging from the current situation, this doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

After all, Tuanzao's offensive ability and planning speed suddenly improved to a higher level, and the sharp feeling even made the soldiers feel unfamiliar.

What's more, the New Second Regiment of the Eighth Route Army only has more than a thousand people, and its role in such a large-scale battle is very limited. Even if they really had to compete with each other, the 358th group would definitely be stronger.

"Next, I plan to take the troops and continue eastward."

"The Eighth Route Army's offensive is very fierce, and two divisions can never satisfy their appetite."

"Every time I kill one more enemy now, Commander Yan will have more say after the war. What's more, the soldier's mission and sense of honor do not allow me to retreat from the battle!"

Everyone present felt a wave of righteousness rushing towards their faces, and a ball of fierce fire seemed to be ignited in their chests. The morale of the troops suddenly rose to a higher level.

The soldiers clenched their weapons one after another. They looked at their regiments with expectant eyes, waiting for the other party to issue new orders.

"Everyone rest for fifteen minutes, then we will head towards Shaoyuan!"

"Our 358th Regiment is no worse than the Eighth Route Army in terms of numbers and equipment! What they can do, we can do too! The next goal is to form a regiment!"

"kill!"

Looking at the high-spirited Chu Yunfei, Fang Ligong showed a very pleased expression.

But this relief did not last long, because he saw the Browning pistol held tightly in the other party's hand.

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At the same time, the 1st Marine Regiment was stationed in the mountains around Shaoyuan.

"Ah sneeze!"

After sneezing, Li Yunlong cursed unconsciously. Then he turned over, leaned against the tree and found a more comfortable position for himself to fall asleep again.

In these five days, the troops only did three things: gather the defeated troops of the Guo Preserved Department, deal with the Japanese 41st Division, and cover the retreat of the common people inside Zhongtiao Mountain.

From Hengling Pass to Yuanqu County, and now to Shaoyuan, the Marine Regiment has fought more than a dozen large and small battles.

Especially the battle the night before yesterday, they fought all night to cover the 98th Army. After five days of high-intensity spinning, even strong men like Monk Wei and Duan Peng were exhausted.

Suddenly, Li Yunlong felt someone approaching him.

Even if the current station is very safe, even if the Japanese Army Air Force flies over, it may not be able to detect it. But his tense nerves and combat intuition made him immediately open his eyes, wanting to check the surrounding environment.

Zhao Gang, Xing Zhiguo, Wang Dahai and other senior executives were seen standing in a row, and everyone looked at Li Yunlong with a strange smile on their face.

Such a strange scene confused Commander Li. He pulled out his paratrooper sword and shined it on the blade, looked around at his face, and asked in confusion:

"What's wrong with each of you? You're smiling like a weasel giving New Year greetings to a chicken."

"Is there flowers on my face? Or did you guys eat bee poop? You might as well rest more while you have this free time!"

Although he only fought side by side with the First Marine Regiment for five days, Wang Dahai had already relied on his personal charm to get along with everyone in the regiment.

After hearing Lao Li's question, he took a step forward as a representative, squatted next to the other party and smiled even more heartily.

"Official, you don't have any flowers on your face, and there is no honey to eat in this wretched place."

"A few of us have brought great good news. Don't mistake this good intention for nothing."

It was obvious that Captain Li didn't want to take this trick. He just waved his hands and turned around, pretending to continue sleeping. He knows one thing very well. When someone tries to arouse his interest, Jiang Taigong fishing is the best way to deal with it.

Soon, Wang Dahai achieved success.

Seeing that Li Yunlong ignored him, he stopped trying to keep it secret and told the good news directly.

"Do you know that you are going to be prosperous and will soon be a teacher?"

"Tsk, tsk, that's incredible. He is worthy of being the deputy commander-in-chief of the Eighth Route Army. He has reached a height that others can only dream of reaching in his early thirties."

ha?

This nonsense made Li Yunlong stunned for a few seconds. For a moment, he didn't even understand why he was going to be a division commander?

According to the normal development of events, the most reliable answer may be that the commander of the First Theater Guard knew what he had done. In order to facilitate him to command the troops in combat, he was temporarily given the title of division commander.

After all, among the broken troops collected last night, there was a communications class with a radio. It was very likely that the other party had received the message.

"Is it possible that the bald man wants to recruit me? They must be too well-informed! I don't know which bastard leaked the news!"

Li Yunlong suddenly shivered nervously when he thought that his old leader was still just a brigade commander. He suddenly jumped up from the ground, rushed into the crowd and hugged the arms of Zhao Gang and Xing Zhiguo tightly.

"No, no, I can't afford this hat!"

"Old Zhao, Old Xing, you two have to testify for me! If the brigade commander comes to come to settle a score with me, you have to help me stop him. The stubborn bald Chunchun is here to sow discord!"

The two of them looked at their leader's cowardly and frightened look, and couldn't help but laugh and shake their heads. After a while, Zhao Gang took out several rosters from his arms and handed them to Li Yunlong.

"What are you thinking? The commander of the guards in the first theater is on fire. How can he have time to take care of us stragglers?"

"From the first day we started to collect the defeated troops until now, 7,100 people have temporarily joined our troops. It is not too much for Lao Wang to call you division commander in private."

"But you kid, be careful about the impact. Don't use this title indiscriminately."

During the Anti-Japanese War, the organization of the entire preserved fruit army could be described as chaotic. The largest division-reformed army is overstaffed, and the smallest division-reformed regiment is understaffed.

The thousands of bandits gathered in the ravines can be a division. The First Division with tens of thousands of people on the wall of the Holy Land is also a division. In the future, the 129th Division with more than 300,000 people will still be a division.

The bald man once tried to change the status quo, but his poor coordination ability could not handle such a big thing.

Every time an adjustment is made, the final result is that one more organization is added to the already very chaotic organization system.

This mess took until 1949 to find a perfect solution.

Therefore, within Guozhou's establishment, a force of more than 6,000 people can be called a division.

Bearing in mind his political commissar's instructions, Li Yunlong quickly took the roster and ran to the side to start checking it.

During this period, Zhao Gang and Xing Zhiguo were jointly responsible for gathering the defeated troops.

In addition, during the battle, the ministries often had to act separately. Every time Lao Li only gave a program to the other commander to freely develop, so he did not know how many people there were.

You won’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.

The troops that were following the 1st Marine Regiment in the past were altogether a C Division of the 2nd Brigade and 4th Regiment, and even had two brigade commanders.

The gathered soldiers were divided into three infantry regiments according to the original order, including one regiment of the Shanxi-Sui Army, one regiment of the Northwest Army, and one regiment of the former Shaanxi Army.

The original mortar company and anti-tank support company of the 1st Marine Regiment, plus the gathered artillery, were temporarily organized into an artillery battalion with eight 82mm mortars and several small-caliber mortars.

The engineer platoon directly under the regiment became two engineer companies. Together with the miscellaneous baggage troops, medical platoon and communication platoon, it perfectly met the standard establishment of the Preserved Fruit C Division.

The only fly in the ointment was the shortage of rifles and heavy machine guns. There were less than 5,000 rifles for more than 6,000 people, and this was still enough for five days.

There are also very few heavy machine guns. There are only 13 heavy machine guns in the four regiments, and the ammunition reserves are not very sufficient.

"So many? Oh my God! How come so many people showed up in just five days?"

Looking at Li Yunlong making a fuss, Zhao Gang shook his head helplessly.

The current number of people is still the result of his efforts to control it. If he opened it and closed it and counted the wounded soldiers sent to the ferry, this number would be at least two thousand more.

"We are not the only soldiers with blood and courage. The news that the troops killed the independent ninth brigade has spread between us and the enemy."

"Now most friendly forces know that there is a mysterious Eighth Route Army inside Zhongtiao Mountain to stop the enemy."

"Many soldiers who have been dispersed will immediately defect to us as soon as they hear our name. They all want to continue fighting against the Japanese and avenge their old troops."

In fact, Li Yunlong's popularity was promoted by the help of the 41st Division.

Due to the multiple ambushes of the Marine Regiment along the road, the enemy was harassed to the point of collapse, forcing them to claim revenge against the Eighth Route Army in Zhongtiao Mountain.

In order to catch Li Yunlong, Qingshui ordered large slogans dedicated to attacking the Eighth Route Army to be painted on armored vehicles and tanks.

Sometimes in a hurry, the Japs would simply ignore the nearby preserved fruit troops.

The above-mentioned series of inexplicable operations silently increased the regional legend of the Marine Corps.

After thinking for a moment, Li Yunlong said to everyone present: "Regroup in fifteen minutes! Call all the cadres above the battalion level of each regiment, and I am going to hold a combat meeting."

"We have rested long enough, now is our turn."

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Fifteen minutes later, all personnel above the battalion level were in place.

Looking at the grassroots officers who were almost all injured, Li Yunlong took off his hat and helmet and bowed deeply to everyone.

This is not an act to win people's hearts, he just respects all the soldiers who are dedicated to resisting Japan and saving the country.

People are always kind to each other. After feeling Lao Li's kindness, even the two fruitless brigade commanders had the urge to die for their confidants.

"Everyone, in the previous battles, I have never interfered with your internal command. I hope you can continue to maintain the fearless spirit of not being afraid of sacrifice, because the next battle will be a tough battle."

"Our 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army is about to launch a general attack on the Japanese 33rd Division and 41st Division! A battle of this scale is happening right under my nose, and I am not going to let it go."

"I plan to lead the team to get stuck behind the enemy, form a double-team with the main force, and try to eat two Japanese divisions in one go."

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately became excited.

Everyone present had a deep hatred for the two Japanese divisions, and they had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

At Li Yunlong's signal, everyone gathered in front of a map and began to receive the tasks of their troops.

Among them, the main battlefield with the greatest pressure is north of Shaoyuan, which is responsible for the 1st Marine Regiment and the Shanxi-Sui Army. The two forces are relatively familiar with each other, and joint operations can bring out a combat power of 1+1\u003e2.

The two flank battlefields of Dong Feng's southwest and southeast were handed over to the Northwest Army and the Shaanxi Army, and the command tasks were handled by two brigade commanders.

Looking at the officers who were still studying the map, Li Yunlong coughed lightly and said to everyone:

"God gave me this opportunity and gave me the honor to command a division in combat."

"I hope everyone can learn a lesson and never evacuate the position without instructions. Everyone has been betrayed by friendly forces once and knows the seriousness of the matter. I won't say anything more."

"If we hold our position for half a day, we will definitely win this battle. If we hold our position for one day, we will definitely annihilate the two divisions of enemies."

"good!"

After the meeting, Li Yunlong called over the soldiers from the communications platoon.

Since the 1st Marine Regiment does not have a high-power radio, if you want to get in touch with the 129th Division, you need to use a preserved fruit radio.

If two unfamiliar radio stations want to send and receive messages, they must meet two requirements:

The first point is that both parties are in the same frequency band. This is not a difficult task. Li Yunlong knows the specific frequency bands of the headquarters, division headquarters and brigade headquarters.

The second point is to confirm the communication time between both parties, which is more troublesome.

Since no contact had been established before, now it was up to the communications soldiers to send messages in the channel to try their luck until the other party responded.

"Send our plan to the deputy commander-in-chief of the Eighth Route Army, the commander of the 129th Division, and the commander of the 386th Brigade respectively. Once our superiors are contacted, please notify me as soon as possible!"

Reckless: +20% planning speed +50% chance of injury

+1 Offense -1 Defense +1 Plan

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