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Volume 1 Homeless Chapter 5 Beacon Smoke (Part 1)

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    Chapter 5: Beacon Smoke (Part 1) "Guerrillas, charge" Zhang Songling pointed forward with his knife, tightened his legs on the horse's belly, and the yellow gelding made a long hiss from its mouth, and its four hooves rose into the air, like a tiger out of the water.  , and rushed towards the Japanese cavalry on the opposite side.  Du Waizui, Xiao Zheng, Min Tu and others followed closely behind, leading all the cavalry of the Black Stone guerrillas, unfolding a huge and long inverted three-fan shape while running, like a phoenix returning from nirvana, proudly stretching out in the sun.  Open the Tail of Fire.  "The mortar team, concentrate firepower on the front half of the enemy's force." "Heavy machine gunners, immediately open fire to intercept frontally." "Light machine gunners, look for opportunities to attack the two wings of Tubal Road." "The riflemen fire freely and find targets freely.  "All cavalry mount, prepare" Kawada Kuniaki's face twitched a few times, and he thrust his saber into the air, ",, attack." The Japanese soldiers behind him immediately started moving, like a group of prey.  As neatly and orderly as ants, a series of roars exploded on the grassland, interspersed with the screams of heavy machine gun bullets tearing through the air and the metallic friction of rifle bullets grazing the ground.  The entire battlefield was instantly engulfed in smoke, with mud and snow flying everywhere. The harsh north wind also came to join in the fun, rolling up the hay that was originally buried in the snow and scattering it all over the sky.  Just when the sound of the wind stopped, the smoke suddenly dispersed, and a few horses carrying the guerrilla cavalry emerged from the hail of bullets, raising the steel knife in their hands high and heading straight for the little devil's head.  "Avenge Brother Long." Zhang Songling shouted in a hoarse voice again, urged his mount, and pounced on the Japanese lieutenant closest to him. The lieutenant was obviously experienced in battles, and he actually knocked his stirrup several times hard, and fought with  The horse under the crotch suddenly changed speed. The two figures quickly overlapped and then separated quickly. A red mist floated from Zhang Songling's chest. The Japanese Lieutenant leaned back, half of his head dragged on the saddle, blood  Like a spring.  "Damn it, you dare to hit our captain!" Du Waizui rushed out from behind the smoke, put a modified crooked handle on his shoulder with one hand, and pulled the trigger hard, "Da da da, da.  "Click, click, click." The bullets flew up and down with the beating of the horse's back, drawing several clumsy "W" characters diagonally in front of Zhang Songling. The three Japanese soldiers who came to pick up the bargain screamed and fell off the horse.  , in a blink of an eye, he was trampled into meat paste by the hooves of the rushing horses.  "Kill Kawada and avenge Brother Long." Xiao Zheng, the squadron leader, waved the thick-backed machete left by Zhao Tianlong with both hands, slashing left and right. The heavy blade used the speed of the horse to cut off the little Japanese sword and their heads.  They were cut in half together, and dozens of guerrilla cavalry rushed over on horseback. Along the gap opened by Zhang Songling, Du Waizui and Xiao Zheng, they cut the Japanese cavalry formation into pieces.  .  A burst of thick smoke floated in, swallowing up everyone's figures. The commanders of both the enemy and our side could no longer use telescopes to observe the evolution of the battlefield situation. Only the bursts of shouts of death coming from their ears clearly told them that the fierce battle was still going on.  Death may be close at hand.  "Artillery squad, aim at the Japs' rear position and smash out all the shells." Fang Guoqiang dropped his binoculars and ordered through gritted teeth.  Lao Hou and Lao Ma, who were in charge of operating the artillery, were stunned for a moment, unable to believe their ears. However, they decisively chose to obey, whispered "Yes.", turned around, opened the ammunition box, and put the ammunition in.  The cannonballs, which I was usually reluctant to use, were pushed into the barrel of the cannon with my own hands.  "Boom." "Boom." "Whoosh, boom." The Type 92 infantry cannon and the Type 97 cannon roared alternately, smashing the little devil's position into a sea of ??flames, and a heavy machine gun flew up.  Flying into the air, followed closely by two charred corpses and several ammunition boxes, "crash." The golden heavy machine gun bullets jumped like a waterfall and flew down from the mid-air, brimming with light and auspiciousness.  strip.  "Heavy machine gun, press forward until it hits the kid's horse's neck." Fang Guoqiang didn't even look at the artillery's results. He gritted his teeth and issued the second order. Zhao Tianlong, the deputy captain of the guerrillas, was killed by the kid.  First he poisoned the wine, and then hacked him to death on the way to break out. Zhang Songling, the captain of the guerrillas, was leading his cavalry to fight with the Japs' cavalry. At this time, where should we consider the long term? Two people were gone.  A captain, how could he, a political commissar, support the sky of the Blackstone Base alone? He might as well spend all his money to find a way out of the desperate situation.  "Yes." Several auxiliary shooters carried Maxim and chicken legs and jumped out of the trench. The main shooter carried the ammunition box and followed closely behind, shouting instructions while running, "A little to the left, a little to the left, and run diagonally.  Line, don't run in a straight line, the straight line vision is unclear, let's go around to the wind, and catch the little devil by surprise first." "I know," the deputy shooter.They all agreed, and with the cover of gunpowder smoke, they detoured to the flank of the battlefield. Soon, they found several other suitable shooting points based on their understanding of the grassland landforms. The brackets made of stainless steel were quickly fixed, and the ammunition belts were  and the feed plate were pressed into the gun chamber again. The main shooter jumped behind the machine gun and took a rough aim. He pulled the trigger without hesitation, "thud, thud, thud, thud, thud" "dong dong dong, dong dong dong, dong."  "Dong, dong," the harsh roar started again, and the hot bullets swept across the battlefield diagonally, sweeping the follow-up troops of the Japanese cavalry into disarray.  "Mortar, mortar, give me fire suppression quickly, blow them up, blow up their machine gun positions." Kawada Kuniaki poked a big, smoky head out of the crater and ordered angrily, the guerrillas  I'm crazy, I'm really crazy. The round of shelling just now hit at least fifty artillery shells of various types, and the two Type 92 infantry cannons on my side only had so much ammunition for the day.  If all the artillery shells are smashed in the first ten minutes of the battle, then the artillery will become a complete display. If the battle reaches a stalemate, you will have to rely entirely on the soldiers to use their lives to fill the enemy's position.  A breakthrough.  After hearing Kawada Kuniaki's order, the Japanese army's two Type 92 mortars struggled to adjust their direction and firing angle. However, before they could take aim at the heavy machine gun position that had just appeared on the side of the battlefield, the warriors of the Blackstone guerrillas had already shot Mark again.  Qin and Chicken Legs were put on their shoulders, and they trotted with their legs spread out. Before the shells came, they moved to another slightly higher position dozens of meters away and set up a new fire point.  "Heavy machine gun, heavy machine gun, Oshima Shigeki, what are you doing?" Kawada Kuniaki was so angry that his eyes burned, he turned his head and shouted at his own machine gun position.  "Sir, Captain Oshima was killed." Someone responded angrily, with a hint of crying in his voice, "There is only one heavy machine gun left." "Light machine guns, mobilize all the light machine guns for me to confront them.  Shoot." Kawada Kuniaki spat out a mouthful of black spit and continued to roar loudly, "Ampei-kun, you must command them and suppress the guerrillas' firepower." "Yes" jumped up to four feet high on the snow.  The Japanese lieutenant, hunched over, ran towards the back, "One squadron, one squadron, two squadrons, three squadrons, and the cavalry squadron, give me all the light machine guns." "Whoosh, boom." A Type 97 cannon  The shells fell to the ground with a screaming sound, tearing his body and the last half of his sentence into pieces. Flames composed of steel and high explosives rolled around, and blood and flesh flew everywhere in their path.  "Kadokawa, Kadokawa Ichiro, the Type 97 in your hand is rusty, isn't it?" Kawada Kunaki didn't care to mourn for Abe, and quickly turned his head to the other side, holding up the electric horn and shouted, Type 97 infantry  The direct-fire cannon is light in weight and easy to carry. Although the range and power are somewhat inferior, if properly deployed, it can greatly make up for the lack of flexibility of the Type 92 infantry cannon. Not only will Tubal Road regard them as captured on the battlefield,  As treasures, the Japanese on the battlefield in China also became more and more fond of them.  However, before Ichiro Kadokawa could deploy the Type 97 infantry artillery in place, suddenly, a war horse stumbled out of the smoke. The Japanese cavalry on the horse was missing an arm and was covered in red.  , "Report, report, the cavalry, the cavalry squadron can't stand it anymore, please, sir, please provide tactical guidance immediately!" "What are you talking about, where is Captain Inukai? What has he done?" Kawada Kuniaki was shocked,  I can hardly believe my ears. It has only been a few minutes from the beginning of the encounter between the two sides to now. How could the cavalry of the Empire of Japan be unable to withstand it? You know, it is an entire squadron, which has just been transferred from Manchukuo.  The elite squadrons that came over were top-notch in terms of equipment and morale, but those on Tubal Road had just lost their souls.  "Captain Inukai was hacked by a fat man." The body of the cavalryman who came to ask for help was shaking and crumbling. "Lieutenant Ikeda was also shattered, as well as Ensign Okura and Ensign Tanida. They were all shattered. Lieutenant Yoshino took over the command.  , with the remaining soldiers, struggling to support the front, sir, if the commander does not provide tactical guidance, it will be too late. " "Baga." Kawada Kuniaki was furious, and pulled the emergency man off his horse.  Half dead, how is it possible, how is this possible, Zhao Tianlong is the soul of the prairie cavalry. If this person is eliminated, the combat effectiveness of the Blackstone guerrillas will be reduced by at least half. This is what I have repeatedly calculated before planning the action against the Siqin couple.  Yes, there is absolutely a theoretical basis. After successfully eliminating Zhao Tianlong, the combat effectiveness of the prairie cavalry not only did not decrease, but actually soared by a large margin in an instant.  "Some knights will never die." Suddenly, he remembered the advice given by operational staff Shiro Shiro Shirakawa before the assassination operation began. This was his first advice since the cooperation between the two parties.I rejected the other party's advice for the first time. At that time, I just felt that Staff Officer Baichuan was too sensitive and would hurt the spring and autumn at every turn. Only now did I suddenly realize that Zhao Tianlong was really not dead. He had been looking at himself in mid-air, looking at  All those who fought fiercely on this land, (Note 1) Note 1: A veteran never dies, he just withers. The original text comes from a poem in the Middle Ages, and was not originated by Mr. MacArthur.
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