After taking a car out of Peiping, Wang Hong realized that it was more than 900 miles to where they were going, and they rode horses nearly halfway.

Wang Hong and a few people stayed there as if they were struck by lightning. After a long time, they started to smile bitterly.

When Lao Zheng saw him like this, he knew that this guy was not good at riding a horse. He patted his thighs and burst into laughter. This horse riding is a skillful skill, and his level is not high, so some of his thighs are affected.

When the car arrived in Chengde, it drove a distance further and changed to riding a horse.

Wang Hong learned how to ride a horse, but he learned it himself, and it is essential to suffer from riding a fast horse.

Sure enough, he rode a horse well. After less than half an hour, his thighs were quickly worn out. Wang Hong could only grit his teeth and stance on the kickstand, but his eyes were looking at how the riders were doing, and he sharpened his guns in the face of battle.

During the rest, Wang Hong and others were not very good at riding fast horses. They quickly asked veterans such as Lao Zheng, and then they barely supported themselves and kept up with everyone's speed.

When they arrived at the front line of Tang Yulin's troops, the group did not dismount. Instead, they took a break in the wild through the barriers and rushed directly to the dividing line between the two sides a hundred miles away.

Tang Yulin's men didn't know what the situation was. These troops fought against the Northwest Army and fought against the Japanese. Whether it was the quality of the troops, training, weapon quality, and firepower, they were not a little bit worse. The difference between the command and tactical application of officers was very obvious, and the overall situation was just a word that was not capable.

A group of people found the soldiers guarding the front line, learned about the arrangement of the troops on both sides, and found that the two sides had no actual combat, so they boldly ran forward for more than ten miles. It was not until they entered the area where the Japanese often appeared that they hid the horses and let the two guards who rode their horses until they could not walk stayed to see the horses.

The rest began to move their bodies forward.

Wang Hong took a long time to feel his legs recovered. When he could walk normally, the entire team turned into his hands.

This was also the last resort for Lao Zheng. He had only fought strong battles with other warlords. He had never taken action since he followed Zhang Liushou. He wanted to command himself, but the Northeast Army was defeated too quickly and he had never fought with the Japanese. He could only let Wang Hong, who had fought with the Japanese, take everyone to adapt first.

Wang Hong reluctantly strangled his legs and led his team to search for the specific location of the Japanese army from the ridge.

The weapon configuration of their team is almost the best level of the Northeast Army, with one long and two short bodies. A carbine with a bayonet, each with two big-bellied boxes, and most of them also brought grenades. According to Wang Hong's experience, each person took a few more long magazines, and the bullets made into shuttles were placed on their bodies as they like.

I walked for more than 30 miles, but I only saw few villages and no figures.

When everyone was doubting that there was something wrong with the direction, suddenly, several people in light green military uniforms ran over on high-headed horses in the distance, and found the Japanese army's activity location without any preparation.

A group of people began to approach the dense forests and grass at the foot of the mountain, and soon found a Japanese army's garrison.

Not far from the Japanese soldiers' patrol and alert, everyone hid and discussed how to kill the Japanese soldiers.

Lao Zheng's idea was the tactics of warlords when they were fighting each other. When it was dark, he rushed in and shot with a big belly box.

The pistol teams of each warlord all played this way. Some of them were not enough bullets and were equipped with big swords. In the early days of the War of Resistance Against Japan, this was effective, but once the Japanese army had a precaution, this tactic did not play any role anymore.

After thinking for a long time, Wang Hong made a new suggestion. He thought it was meaningless to kill ordinary Japanese soldiers, and it was better to kill artillery soldiers behind the infantry.

In the Republic of China, artillery was always precious, and it was difficult to find artillery with culture, and ordinary warlords could not raise heavy artillery. Let me put it this way, Han Fuju, the head of a province, had several divisions and 100,000 troops under his command, but only one artillery brigade was just ordinary field artillery.

Even for the Japanese army, the artillery training time was far more than that of ordinary soldiers, and the artillery captains came from professional military academies.

This is a section where the Japanese artillery fired a gun command is on the right point. The left front is independent house, direction 2450, grenade, fuse, high and low, distance 130, turn right at three o'clock, three shots, ten seconds.

With this command alone, during the Republic of China, there were very few soldiers who could understand the army of warlords of all sizes.

Killing one artillery can at least beat a few ordinary infantrymen.

Wang Hong briefly explained that everyone read the reason why artillery was valuable in seconds and agreed to follow Wang Hong's meaning.

A group of people slowly walked away from the foot of the mountain and turned around to find the location of the artillery behind.

Fortunately, this is autumn, and the sparse forests and shallow grass shrubs on the mountain can barely cover up their body.

Turning to the afternoon, I found the artillery where the artillery was located, with a tent, a flock of mules and horses, and a lot of shells and boxes.

Everyone did not rush to take action, but carefully inspected the forces around the artillery and set the attack time at night.

First use a bayonet to solve the problem. If you are discovered, use a gun. After the gun is fired, you can hit for another forty minutes before Japanese reinforcements will arrive. This time is enough to kill a few waves.

Wang Hong set up the retreat route in the way of the Volunteers, and even thought about where to ambush and pursue soldiers and reinforcements.

Wang Hong was willing to do the whistle-touching thing himself.

He sneaked all the way to the sentry, without any sound, he stabbed the two sentries to death and entered the artillery camp.

Seeing Wang Hong's methods, Lao Zheng's eyes widened behind him.

When he saw Wang Hong attacking, he bit the bayonet in his mouth, crawled forward with his hands and feet, silently approaching the sentry. He was so slow that he could not tell that he was a figure. But when he was a few meters away, his figure suddenly expanded and he jumped lightly to the sentry, covering his mouth and using the knife, and doing it in one go.

Not only did the bayonet reach the heart, Wang Hong also used the bayonet to lift the sentry and let his legs leave the ground. It was not until a few seconds later that the sentry kicked his legs a few times and there was no movement. Only then did Wang Hong slowly put the dead body on the ground and sneaked towards the next sentry.

The second sentry Wang Hong used a technique to wipe the throat with one knife, and then nailed the sentry to the throat with a bait. The sentry fell to the ground, kicked his legs for a while, and then stopped moving.

The whole process is like watching a silent film like a diorama.

Lao Zheng had never seen such a quick whistle. He didn't react until the person behind pushed him down. He quickly followed Wang Hong carefully and entered the artillery camp. But he was wondering in his mind when he would learn this trick from Wang Hong.

These Japanese artillery soldiers either squeezed into a pile and fell asleep in a tent or hid in the house next to them.

Lao Zheng was inspired by Wang Hong's whistle, and he was eager to fight and gestured to Wang Hong a few times, asking Wang Hong to take the rest of his men to prepare to shoot. He brought two people with his bayonets and rushed towards the Japanese tent with his bayonets. He also wanted to try how to kill with bayonets.

Wang Hong had no choice but to take out the big belly box and signal everyone to scatter and be prepared to shoot at any time.

There were six or seven Japanese soldiers squeezed into each tent, and Lao Zheng was not very successful with a bayonet. He kept making unexpected noises, such as those who stretched out their arms and kicked their legs, and those who were all shit and urine, so he had to kill one and lift the other out.

The three of them worked hard for a long time before they killed one of the Japanese soldiers in the tent. As soon as they killed one of the second tents, they alarmed the other Japanese soldiers.

Before Lao Zheng could finish the attack, the Japanese soldier shouted, "Old Zheng had no choice but to shoot with his gun."

Gunshots are commands.

Wang Hong and other people who were covering each direction were shooting the big belly box in their hands.

For a moment, the bullets flew into the tent like rain, drilled into the Japanese army's bodies, and also made mules and horses neighing. The artillery barracks immediately became a mess.

The tent could not stop the bullets, so many Japanese soldiers ran around, and mules and horses even ran out of the cattle shed and ran around with the bare-butt Japanese soldiers. The scene immediately became chaotic.

The guards assigned to this artillery team had only one small team of troops. Before they could fire, Mauser bullets fired the men around.

The scene was so chaotic that they couldn't even fight back.

Only half of the artillery soldiers were equipped with guns. In this dark night with bullets flying, no one would rush out with guns soberly.

I don’t know how many lives I have harvested after more than twenty big-bellied boxes.

Until the warning signal was sent outside, Wang Hong quickly shouted "retreat".

Everyone immediately retreated, leaving only the Japanese artillery that had not yet reacted, hiding in the corner and trembling.

When the gunfire stopped completely, they found that there was darkness around them and the person who attacked the attack could not even find the shadow.

Seeing that these Japanese artillery soldiers had not rushed out, Wang Hong hid on the way to the Japanese reinforcements and ambushed the mountain nest. After sweeping the Japanese troops coming to reinforce, he immediately got on the mountain and ran to the distance in the night.

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Every chapter says that from ancient times to the present, fists have flesh, so there is no punching of the assassin, only the sword of the assassin. In "Records of the Grand Historian", the weapons of the four major assassin were all swords. In the Song Dynasty, the masters of swordsmanship had never been cut off. The Han Dynasty started with swordsmanship and swordsmanship of the Three Kingdoms, Liu Bei and Cao Pi of the Three Kingdoms, danced with chickens in the Jin Dynasty, and Li Bai's sword and Lu You's sword have always been traced. The loss of ancient swordsmanship was mainly cut off in the Yuan Dynasty. The Yuan rulers used the method of cutting off the roots of the Song sword, and only dug out a tomb to this day, which is rare in history. Why did the martial arts world respect Zhang Sanfeng in the Qing Dynasty? Because this man lived in the Yuan and Ming dynasties, he respected him to show that his inheritance was not interrupted. Why did Bodhidharma also respect the incense?
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