Yunzaobang, the position of the 802nd Regiment of the Sichuan Army.

This is a large open cotton field with no danger at all.

Moreover, it seemed that even God was playing a joke on the Sichuan army. As soon as they arrived at the designated position, it started to rain.

"You damn son, please have fun with me."

Prime Minister Lin cursed: "Dig the position, dig the position, dig deep!"

Seeing that the battalion commander Peng Zesheng next to him had not moved yet, Lin Xianghou flew up and said: "You are so melon-like, you can move for me!"

"What kind of weather is this going to be?" Peng Zesheng muttered, venting his anger on his subordinates: "You guys are going to mess with me!"

"Captain Lin." Meng Shaoyuan came over and said: "Across from us, there are the Japanese Ninth Division and the Imperial Guard Division. They are well-equipped and have strong combat capabilities. Especially the Ninth Division, which is known as the '18th Division'

The Imperial Twins'. They arrived in Shanghai at the end of last month, and now their morale is at a high."

"Little Dongyang, son of a turtle, if they have a life, I will also have a life. I don't believe that I can't chop off their heads!" Lin Xianghou didn't care at all:

"Xianjiu Hua, Peng Zesheng, Wei Juchuan!"

"arrive!"

The three battalion commanders trotted over in a hurry.

"The first and second battalions are responsible for digging fortifications. The third battalion gathers for training! The rotation will take place in an hour."

train?

Meng Shaoyuan was startled.

We're about to go to war now, so what else are we training for?

All the brothers from the third battalion were gathered.

"Brothers." Lin Xianghou's voice was very loud: "The Japanese people of Turtle Son have howitzers and field guns, but I don't have them. The Japanese people have airplanes, but I don't have them either. If we are going to the top of the mountain to hold our position, what are we going to do with it?

Resist the Japanese attack? We can't defeat them with weapons, so we have to fight with our lives to stop them! I still have this!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the orderly quickly handed him the sword.

Lin Xianghou held a big sword in his hand: "Listen to me, the Japanese are attacking. First use grenades to smash them. After smashing them, let me put them in. Fight with them with big swords! I heard from the friendly troops, Xiao Dongyang fights

The bayonet is very powerful, so as soon as we get close to Xiao Toyo, we roll forward with a big knife and kill him. The Toyo guy stabbed him with the first shot. As soon as we used the big knife to deflect the bayonet, we turned around and got close to him, and then closed the knife.

Aim at the opponent's head and kill him with a knife!"

As he spoke, he continued to demonstrate with gestures.

Meng Shaoyuan listened very carefully and kept moving his hands according to Lin Xianghou's instructions.

He learned grappling and fighting at the Hangzhou Police School, but it was completely different from the real battlefield.

Here, it’s not just about simplifying the complex, it’s about the reaction you make in a moment, the actions you make in a moment.

Fight for your life!

If the Sichuan army wants to hold on to its position with its existing weapons, it is simply impossible.

Their only possibility of success is to let the Japanese troops in and risk their lives with their machetes.

Tragic, but helpless.

"Captain Lin."

While the brothers from the third battalion were training there, Meng Shaoyuan quickly said: "Give me a big knife."

"Are you kidding? Each of us has a big sword, how can there be any extra?" Lin Xianghou refused: "Lieutenant Colonel Meng, if you really want to play with the Japanese with big swords, let's see which of our brothers dies.

Just take his big knife."

Alright alright.

Then take a piece of wood and use it as a machete to practice.

"Wei Juchuan." While Meng Shaoyuan was practicing according to the method, Lin Xianghou called the third battalion commander Wei Juchuan over and whispered: "Lieutenant Colonel Meng is our benefactor in Sichuan, you are responsible for protecting his safety. Remember this,

He’s missing a hair and I’ll kick your soft ass into pieces!”

"You son of a bitch, let's fight if we fight. You have to protect people."

Wei Juchuan was very dissatisfied.

"Hello, I'm looking for Meng Shaoyuan."

At this time, a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old appeared here.

Two submachine guns hung around his neck, and his waist was filled with magazines.

Meng Shaoyuan, who came after hearing the news, looked at him: "Who are you?"

"Sir, I am Chen Houman from the Second Squadron. I was sent here by Deputy Team Leader Zhu Yanni. She heard that you were on the front line and originally wanted to come in person. However, she encountered a surprise attack on the Japanese army and was sniping there. She asked

I've sent you weapons and ammunition."

This time when he went to the front line, Meng Shaoyuan brought a machine gun, two submachine guns and a batch of ammunition, which could be regarded as supplementing the 802 regiment's lack of weapons and equipment.

Now, Zhu Yanni sent two more submachine guns.

Although these weapons will play a very small role in the upcoming battle, they are still better than nothing.

"Captain Lin." Meng Shaoyuan greeted Lin Xianghou: "I will keep one of these weapons for myself, and the rest will belong to you."

Prime Minister Lin was overjoyed: "It is said that Shanghai is rich. When I saw it today, I insisted on getting it. These flea cages are good things. Lieutenant Colonel Meng, are you from the Jinling Arsenal or the Shanghai Arsenal?"

"Oh, it's from the serious Berkman Company, a foreign product." Meng Shaoyuan couldn't help but start to show off again: "This is worth a lot of money."

"I want it, I want it." Lin Xianghou smiled brightly. He was pretending to be a public servant for personal gain, so he asked for one first.

Meng Shaoyuan turned around and saw Chen Houman still there: "It's done, I've accepted the things. You can go back first."

"The blessing team leader asked me not to go back." Chen Houman had no intention of leaving at all: "She asked me to stay here to protect your safety."

Damn it, fight the Japanese hand to hand, you are the only one who protects the safety of the fart.

But now that he's here, and it's Zhu Yanni's personal order, I can't just drive him away, right? Besides, one more person can always give him more strength, right?

The rain fell more intensively, which made it more and more difficult for the brothers to dig fortifications.

Once you step into the mud, and then pull it out, the straw sandals on your feet are in close contact with the mud.

The brothers of the Sichuan Army cursed and kept moving their hands.

An hour later, the third battalion took over from the second battalion to dig fortifications. The brothers of the second battalion took a short rest and immediately picked up their swords and practiced.

This is their most powerful weapon.

By the time the Japanese army officially started their attack, no tactics would be of use.

Just risk your own life.

"Lieutenant Colonel Meng, are you practicing?" Wei Juchuan walked over slowly and asked with a smile.

"Well, I'm practicing, but I don't have a knife, so I can't hold a wooden stick smoothly." Meng Shaoyuan was a little frustrated.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It won't take long for Xiao Dongyang to rush up."

The task Wei Juchuan received was to protect Meng Shaoyuan's safety. This guy made up his mind and wandered around Meng Shaoyuan.

Meng Shaoyuan's eyes lit up: "Captain Wei, how about I trade my submachine gun for your broadsword?"

How much does a large knife cost, and how much does an imported submachine gun cost?

In other words, Master Meng would never do such a costly transaction.

Unexpectedly, Wei Juchuan actually curled his lips and said: "In a hand-to-hand fight with the Japanese, how can a big sword be used in a cage of fleas?"

"It's different." Meng Shaoyuan said seriously: "The submachine gun is very powerful in close combat. It can sweep away a large area. If it can be equipped with a pistol, we will be able to fight the Japanese in hand-to-hand combat."

Wei Juchuan sighed: "Lieutenant Colonel Meng, you said that our 802 regiment has a machine gun. I'm not bragging to you. I can keep fighting until... until... What's the name of the Japanese capital?"

"Tokyo."

"Yes, Tokyo, I can lead my battalion to destroy Tokyo..."

Meng Shaoyuan was startled, and then he noticed that there was a trace of sarcasm on Wei Juchuan's face.

Then I realized that I was indeed too naive.

A combination of submachine guns and pistols is of course good, but the Sichuan Army must also have one.

For example, the 802 regiment, because it is a direct descendant of Yang Sen, has good equipment, but it only has two heavy machine guns and one light machine gun for each company. The whole regiment has nine companies, plus a guard company, including Meng Shaoyuan.

The weapons included were eleven light machine guns in total, one of which was broken.

How can we defend such a large position?

What's even more terrible is that the fully loaded machine gun bullets are only enough for two defensive battles, so you have to use them sparingly.

Who doesn't want to have a lot of light and heavy machine guns on the battlefield?

It must be there.

Yang Sen's direct troops were like this, and the rest of the Sichuan Army's troops were even more so.
To be continued...