Chapter 1433: The Radio

"Master Wang, come and take a look, is this a radio?"

In the dark night filled with smoke and corpses, Snake Butt greeted Wang Yan excitedly.

Hearing the sound, Wang Yan, who was sitting there eating the little Japanese's pork canned food, walked over while eating.

Inside the military tent, several telephones were placed here, and there was really a radio.

Wang Yan stepped forward to take a look; it was a high-power tactical radio with a transmission distance of more than ten kilometers, used for communication with the regiment level of superiors.

Turning on the radio, looking through the codebook, Wang Yan put on the headphones and listened silently.

"Snake Butt, go, let the brothers hurry up and pack, and send another team to report, let Long Wenzhang and the others pack up and retreat, and Fan La's side gather. Quick!"

Snake Butt's eyes widened; he didn't expect Wang Yan to be able to fiddle with such an advanced thing as a radio, but he didn't talk nonsense, immediately turned around and ran out, sending a team to report to Long Wenzhang.

Wang Yan listened to the radio for a while, then turned it off, and then had people collect the radio and codebook. As for the telephone, he didn't move it; that thing was useless for him to take, it was all wired telephone, and it needed a switchboard, the main equipment was at the regiment level, he took the telephone and it was useless.

The radio was very useful, it could intercept the Japanese army's information. At worst, it could be used as an early warning. As long as it was turned on and a regular radio wave signal was heard, it meant there was a large Japanese unit nearby, so run away quickly.

Especially since there were spare batteries and radio parts here, which could help him use it for a long time. By the time he got through this period, he would definitely have obtained a new radio and new batteries and parts.

He had quite a bit of experience in fighting wars with the spoils of war.

Quickly cleaning the battlefield, the soldiers who hadn't rested well didn't feel tired at all, because they had wiped out nearly half a battalion, although they also lost more than 20 people themselves, they were definitely taking advantage.

The dead... are enjoying happiness...

They carried various equipment on their shoulders and in their hands, fully loaded and left, and even so, they gave up many things.

In the second half of the night, they finally arrived at the eastern position. Wang Yan ordered the brothers who went to fight with him to have a good rest.

Fan La, Si La, the Vet, A Yi, and others all gathered around him.

"What's going on? Master Wang, we're not defending anymore?" Fan La asked curiously.

Wang Yan lay in the trench, arms crossed, eyes closed: "This time we really caused trouble, killed a big shot of the little Japanese, wiped out a battalion of their troops, the little devils are furious and want to kill us. Why not run at this time? 100 brothers died today, how many more brothers can die like this?"

"Mainly because there are many new recruits here, you personally led the team to raid the enemy camp, and only lost twenty-something brothers, but defending the position during the day lost eighty, killing the same little devils, the gap is too big."

A Yi asked: "Master Wang, what should we do next?"

"Definitely run north, the large troops are defeated, what are we insisting on here? A lot of brothers died in these two days, I see that everyone is not optimistic about the next battle, and they are a bit homesick."

Wang Yan waved his hand, "Fan La, cook in an hour, leave after eating. We have to run quickly, otherwise we'll really be surrounded. We'll talk about anything tomorrow."

So Fan La and the others left, no longer disturbing Wang Yan's rest, and went to whisper to the side on their own.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye, the soldiers got up in the dark to pack their equipment, ate the foreigners' bread and canned food, peed and pooped, and left here quietly and quickly.

"100 brothers, in exchange for so many pieces of equipment, I don't know if we made a profit or a loss."

The team walked through the jungle quietly, Fan La suddenly said this while watching the brothers carrying various equipment on their shoulders and in their hands.

"Need to ask? Definitely a profit, we are rich now, don't look at Yu Xiaoqing being so arrogant, the equipment under his hands isn't as good as ours." Mi Long laughed.

"Brother, you have no awareness." Wang Yan slapped him on the back of the head, "Still a profit? We lost big! When we first came, we didn't have a single gun, how did we get up? It was the brothers killing devils, killing them one by one. Without people, what's the use of more and better equipment? One person and one gun can only fire one bullet, two people and two guns can fire two bullets.

Are our brothers' lives not as good as these pieces of scrap metal? As long as people are alive, weapons and ammunition can be obtained sooner or later. The casualties this time are too heavy, defending the position actually let the devils kill more than 80 people? If this continues, before we go back, the people will be dead. Learn to use your brains when fighting in the future. No matter when, people are the first priority.

Of course, I'm not inciting the brothers to be traitors, let alone letting the brothers be deserters, we want to kill more little Japanese on the basis of ensuring our own survival. We don't have the ability to fight hard battles at present, so don't fight hard, run if you can't beat them."

Wang Yan was walking and conveying combat thoughts to the people around him. There are indeed many moments when you can't beat them but still have to fight hard, but obviously, for this unit of theirs that had already been abandoned, it wasn't like that.

Just as he said to the foreigner William, their mission now is to survive, and on this basis, kill more enemies...

Not only that, he also constantly changed positions in the team, talked to the soldiers back and forth, and ensured that it was conveyed to everyone. It was also in this process that he gained more trust and made these soldiers loyal to him.

Ideological work must never be relaxed. This is of course not only for his own consideration, but also necessary to maintain the combat effectiveness of the team, and also to allow more people to survive.

Not knowing why you are fighting is a very terrible thing. Without a goal, there is no motivation. Without thought, there is no spirit. In this way, there is no combat effectiveness...

Wang Yan not only said it, but also used one victory after another to tell these soldiers how to fight.

Their return to the city was of course not smooth, but one fortunate point was that they were behind enemy lines, and before they were exposed, the Japanese army's defense against them wasn't strong.

It was also because of this that Wang Yan led them to fight several ambushes, ambushing some Japanese troops that were mobilized. After several battles, they killed more than 1,000 people.

This also exposed their position, and the Japanese army began to surround and intercept them. Wang Yan led the team in Mobile Corps Commander warfare, every time they were about to be surrounded, they would jump out of the encirclement circle, and once again find the weak point of the Japanese army to raid.

One day he was surrounded, and the next day, he would appear in a place more than ten kilometers away, killing dozens or hundreds of people, and then disappear. When he appeared again, he would be in the opposite direction, killing dozens or hundreds of people. Luring the tiger away from the mountain, besieging the point to strike reinforcements, advancing when the enemy retreats, harassing when the enemy retreats.

Since the retreat began, Wang Yan could have gains every day, dozens or hundreds at least, and hundreds at most. He always fought with few against many, always by surprise. The damage caused to the Japanese army was constantly expanding, according to A Yi's incomplete statistics, since entering Burma, they had caused more than 3,000 casualties to the Japanese army, which was the strength of a regiment, and this number was not the end.

It was also because they caused more and more harm day by day, and after accumulating, they wiped out a regiment. New hatred and old hatred, the Japanese army hated and feared this unit that was like a ghost. Sufficient attention naturally brought sufficient pressure.

So Wang Yan led the team to run away, he didn't have no casualties, after completely jumping out of the encirclement circle, their team only had less than 420 people left, and the reduction of personnel exceeded one-third.

But the people who were reduced later caused much more damage than when they were defending the position before. And they didn't all die, some were injured in limbs, people were still alive, but had no strength to fight again.

By this time, Wang Yan had to run away. He had to take care of the wounded, and also hold various spoils of war, weapons, ammunition, food, and medicine, and the average weight per person was already very high.

So Wang Yan avoided fighting and retreated north all the way...

In the jungle, a gunshot broke the silence in the jungle, followed by more concentrated gunfire, which lasted for a few minutes before it became quiet again.

"Pah!"

Mi Long spat on the dead little devil, "These little devils like this set, they even ran to the tree fork to squat, let me tell you, it's useless. Still glaring, right? Damn you, brother, come, come, come, give me that officer's sword, I'll cut his head off."

Wang Yan shook his head amusedly, but didn't refuse, untied the Japanese sword at his waist, and handed it to Mi Long.

Taking the sword, Mi Long pulled it out of the sheath with a *clatter*, then acted like a little Japanese with the sword, then shouted loudly, and swung the sword to cut the little Japanese's nose...

This made Mi Long make a fool of himself, the brothers all laughed, which made Mi Long angrily slash the little Japanese's head, and finally cut the head off.

This scene was of course very cruel and bloody, but the surrounding soldiers didn't care, laughing and joking as if they didn't see it. They were already used to killing devils, and had experienced all kinds of ways to kill.

This was a group of killing gods who had gone crazy from fighting, and also a group of powerful soldiers who had been through a hundred battles and won every battle. Since following Wang Yan, the continuous victories made their self-confidence explode.

Just as they were cleaning the battlefield, the scouts who were sent out ran over.

"Master Wang, a team of scattered soldiers appeared in front, it seems there are more than 200 people."

"Understood, go, be careful."

"What are little devils?" The scout laughed and turned into the jungle.

Wang Yan waved his hand with a smile: "Stop, all stop! Don't search the corpses first, wait for them to come over."

"Are you trying to strengthen the team?" Fan La asked jokingly.

"Isn't this obvious? Our team is strengthened, we freed our hands, and we can give the little Japanese a few more hard hits later. We've already wiped out a regiment, and if we wipe out a few more, it will be a division, who has ever fought such a battle record? None! It still has to be our Master Wang. Master Wang, you smoke."

Long Wenzhang flattered him and lit a cigarette for Wang Yan.

Wang Yan laughed: "A division is tens of thousands or even tens of thousands of people, how can it be so easy to fight? Now there are large troops defending, although the Japanese army hates us to death, they cannot strike us with overwhelming force. Otherwise, if tens of thousands of people surround us, we won't be able to fly. Don't hold unrealistic fantasies, brothers, just take advantage when you can."

Bu La laughed: "Anyway, our brothers have earned it, everyone killed at least two little Eastern devils, earned a lot. Damn it, it's still Master Wang who leads the brothers to fight, the brothers have been fighting for seven or eight years, and no one has ever fought so many victories!"

This was very recognized, and even Fan La, who had been bitter and deep, laughed loudly.

To say who changed the most, it was really Fan La. With one victory after another, Fan La was reborn, and his spirit was very full...

Just as everyone was laughing and joking, a burst of dense footsteps and the clatter of weapons and equipment came, and the more than 200 people reported by the scouts walked over quickly.

They also heard the laughter of the crowd, and carefully walked over with their weapons.

They just saw the crowd searching the corpses.

"Brothers, don't be nervous, we are all our own people, look, we killed a nest of little devils who were preparing to raid. Which part are you from?"

Wang Yan walked down the hillside with a smile, approached, and behind him, more than 400 people, all injured and with fierce temperaments, emerged from the jungle.

"Wow!"

Seeing such a battle, these 200 people were really shocked. The more they were injured, the fiercer they fought. Look at that weapon and equipment, all foreign-made, ace!

"Officer, we are from the 93rd Division. You are..."

"Hey, what officer?" Wang Yan took out Japanese cigarettes with a smile and distributed them to the people around him, "I'm just a lieutenant platoon leader."

"Then they..."

"The officer doesn't know where he died, the brothers trust me, so they let me lead." Seeing their suspicious look, Wang Yan smiled and told them about the displacement along the way, "So you ask which part I am from, I don't know, I just know I am from the Sichuan Army Regiment. Now I am the acting regimental commander; I sealed it myself, and the brothers also recognize me."

"Did you really wipe out a regiment?"

"Am I joking with you? This is not funny at all. See those devils on the slope? They were squatting in the trees and hiding in the grass before. There should be a few small squads nearby rushing here. If we weren't so fierce and didn't find this nest of little devils, you would have to die half of your people now. They set up a light machine gun up there! Two boxes of bullets!"

Wang Yan waved his hand, not letting him speak, "As far as I know, there is a pursuit force of about 500 people behind, our wounded are too many, we are too tired to ambush. Your officer doesn't know where he died, come with us and do one! Let's ambush a wave and kill the pursuit force! Don't doubt it, if I didn't have the ability, I wouldn't have lived until now. I will also go with you! That's it."

Wang Yan was unquestionable and didn't give these hesitant scattered soldiers a choice.

He waved his hand, "Come, brothers, distribute our equipment to the new brothers, let's reduce the burden, leave 200 people to deal with the little devils around, watch the wounded and supplies, and we will go back to ambush a wave."

"Good!"

Wang Yan's brothers laughed, got off the hillside one after another, and started fighting for the quota to follow Wang Yan to fight.

The scattered soldiers were dumbfounded, are they so fierce?

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