The War of Resistance

It was already the second half of the night, and the Wujiapo area, which had been filled with gunfire and explosions, gradually became quiet.

The atmosphere of gunpowder smoke slowly dissipated, but the bloody smell was still there.

No one on either side believed that the battle would end. Who knew what crisis would be brewing in this temporary tranquility?

"Why didn't the Japanese fire flares? Didn't they use up all the flares?" Wang Xiaodan asked in a low voice in the darkness.

"How is that possible? Even if we blow up the mortar, it may not be able to damage the cannon. They can replace the gunner and continue to fire into the sky." Qian Chuan'er answered.

"Then maybe the Japanese have used up all the flares!" Hu Zhuzi joined in.

"It's unlikely." This time it was Chu Tian who took over, "It's not just the mortar that can fire flares, but also the grenade launcher. It's just that the firing height is lower."

Everyone was a veteran and naturally understood that the Japanese army did not necessarily have to use mortars to fire flares. In fact, the grenade launcher fired the same flares.

It's just that big horses pull big carts, and small horses pull small carts.

The mortar shells fired by mortars are of course larger than grenades, and the shells fired by mortars are naturally farther. After hitting the sky, the altitude is naturally higher.

The grenade launcher is an ultra-light mortar, and the flares it fires are small and stay in the air for a short time.

I think the Japanese army has mortars themselves, so there is no need for them to use grenade launchers to fire flares.

"Then the little devils are not making any light now, what bad water are they planning?" Wang Xiaodan guessed.

"I still want to know." Qian Chuan'er replied.

Whether it's Wang Xiaodan or Qian Chuan'er, the two of them said what everyone was thinking.

Since the Japanese mortar was hit by a grenade, it has never fired flares up again, and the flares in the sky have finally fallen down slowly, which is why there is silence in the darkness now.

Qian Chuan'er and others couldn't figure out what the Japanese army was thinking, so they began to guess the Japanese army's intentions.

But this time, no matter how much they put themselves in the shoes of the Japanese, they couldn't figure it out.

"Why don't we sneak in again?" Hu Zhuzi had an idea.

"Be careful not to run into the trap of the little devils and never get out." In the darkness, someone whispered again, this time it was Danfei who spoke.

"Then aren't you afraid that the battalion commander won't get out?" Hu Zhuzi expressed his dissatisfaction, but still no one paid attention to him, so Hu Zhuzi didn't say anything?

The battalion commander must be rescued, but getting into the "trap" set by the Japanese is not okay.

Chu Tian had just contacted the two company commanders, Cheng Peng and Liu Keqiang, and now their battalion has suffered a total of one platoon in casualties.

The Japanese are hiding in the dark. If they dare to sneak in now, if the Japanese flares are raised again, then it will be basically impossible for those who get into the Japanese circle to return.

The Japanese are not stupid. They suffered such a loss before, so they must be on guard against them this time!

As I said before, Shang Zhen must be rescued, but they can't act rashly and make the casualties even greater.

The trouble now is that the Japanese army can't be without flares, but the Japanese army just doesn't make a light, which makes them afraid!

"I have a trick, I don't know if it works." At this time, someone else spoke.

What he said was not the official language commonly used nowadays, and it sounded a little difficult to understand, but the veterans understood it, because that person was their southern soldier Fan Chanchan.

Before Qiao Xiong died, Fan Chanchan, He Xiangcai and the other three were always together.

They were all southern soldiers who joined Shang Zhen's camp, and they were also veterans who followed Shang Zhen.

None of them had the habit of talking nonsense like the veterans of the Northeast Army, so they usually didn't have a high sense of presence, that is, they would think of them when using grenade launchers.

But later, Qiao Xiong died, and Fan Chanchan became the first gunner of their camp.

The so-called "gunner" here refers to shooting grenade launchers.

It was Fan Chanchan who "operated" the Japanese mortar with a grenade launcher.

Fan Chanchan, who was operating the grenade launcher at the time, destroyed the Japanese mortar with the first shot, but he missed the target with two more shots.

To be honest, his first shot could not be said to be a fluke, but it was also very accidental.

The reason was of course because it was dark.

You know, judging the distance to the target at night is absolutely different from that during the day.

In the daytime, veterans can still use the folk method of judging the distance, which is the so-called "jump eye method", to measure it with the thumb, but in the dark, let alone the thumb, you can't even see it with your fist!

Fortunately, Fan Chanchan knew the approximate distance from the Japanese mortar. He felt that he was quite far away from the Japanese mortar, which was basically the maximum range of the grenade launcher.

So he really adjusted the grenade launcher to the maximum range and fired a shot at the place where the flare rose.

To say that this first shot was really successful.

But he really shouldn't fire the second and third shots, otherwise he would definitely brag about his first shot for the rest of his life!

When he fired the third shot and retreated in the dark, the old soldiers of the Northeast Army laughed at him for "leaking the bag"!

According to the written explanation, "leaking the bag" means accidentally revealing the secrets, or failing to pretend to be an egg.

However, according to the explanation of the Northeast people, it means that the horse manure bag that holds the horse's butt has leaked, and the horse manure inside has come out!

So don't trace the origin of the Northeastern dialect. To exaggerate, perhaps behind every Northeastern dialect, there is a relatively vulgar and unpresentable saying.

"If you have any tricks, just say it!" Chu Tian spoke. Of course, he didn't mind that the one who spoke was the usually taciturn Fan Chanchan.

Chu Tian now admires the Eighth Route Army more and more.

They are democratic. Everyone gets together to discuss. As long as one person proposes a certain idea, everyone will make a comment. If you point out the harm of doing so, someone will immediately make a patch.

The so-called "Zhuge Liang meeting" is so magical!

"Since we are afraid of getting into the trap of the little devils, can we get a horse or something and let the horse break in? With such a big noise, the little devils can't not fire flares, right?" Fan Chanchan analyzed.

"This is a good idea!" Sure enough, Fan Chanchan only proposed such an idea, and Qian Chuaner understood what Fan Chanchan meant.

Don't you little devils not fire flares? Aren't you waiting for us to get in?

Then we will follow your idea and send you a noisemaker to go in. You will have to fire flares and shoot, right?

As long as you expose your position, we will let a few more of you die. Anyway, you will not be able to rest until we rescue our battalion commander!

"This trick is really good! Hurry up and call for a carriage from those two companies!" Chu Tian also spoke.

Chu Tian and his company did not take a carriage when they came, but Cheng Peng and Liu Keqiang came by carriage in order to get here as soon as possible.

It's just that the location where the carriage is parked is a bit far from the battlefield, but before dawn, it will definitely be in time to get the horse over and rush into the circle of the Japanese army!

While the people on the periphery were trying to rescue Shang Zhen, Shang Zhen himself was also trying to find a way.

He didn't think he was a god. If the Japanese attacked again, he couldn't stand it.

If the fight continued like this, he wouldn't be able to get out by tomorrow daytime!

How could Shang Zhen not think of this? What should he do? He was also thinking.