Chapter 6 The Tiger's Ass
Looking at the telephone in the western gate sentry post of Duzhu Town, Gao Quan immediately thought that the Nationalist Party must have set up a field telephone line, and he came up with a plan. Gao Quan's sinister smile made the guard company commander, who was deploying troops beside him, feel a deep chill, even though he had put on the thick cotton-padded jacket of the Nationalist Party which still retained body heat. "Is this kid so strange? Has his brain been damaged by illness?" The guard company commander looked at Gao Quan and muttered to himself in his heart.
Gao Quan was very excited and said: "Commander, if we directly launch a surprise attack or disguise ourselves to attack the enemy's command center, even if we suffer heavy casualties under the enemy's resistance, it would be difficult to avoid. If we cut off the enemy's telephone lines and disrupt their contact with their lower-level troops, not only can we attract their telephone soldiers and annihilate one of their units, but we can also pretend to be enemy soldiers coming to report on the battle situation and infiltrate or even attack the enemy's command center!" The guard company commander looked at Gao Quan's excited face in surprise, but immediately fell into deep doubt, worry, and suspicion.
Indeed, Gaoquan has learned a lot from the political commissar and his strategic thinking has improved greatly. However, how can a teenager possibly have such meticulous observational skills and deep contemplation? Repeatedly measuring himself against his own excellent strategies, Gaoquan couldn't help but laugh and suppress the deep-seated doubts in his heart. Just like what the deputy commander said before, the more precise and profound the plan is, the easier it is to be destroyed. Gaoquan's strategy seems to be well-planned, but if there's a problem with just one point, he will face total defeat, unable to provide any assistance to the war situation.
Looking at the confident and self-assured Gao Quan, he said: "Commander Lian, what are you worried about? I guarantee that this time we will bury White Dogzi in a place where four or five people can't escape!" His sincere expression made Commander Lian involuntarily believe in Gao Quan's plan. After all, compared to his own original plan, which was difficult to implement, the success rate of this plan was also around 30% to 40%. The area of Dushu Town is not large, and in order to effectively support the four sides, the Nationalist Party not only set up its command center on the Zhong Drum Tower in the center of the town, but also set up the barracks of the troops around the command center as a shield.
"The enemy can hide the transmitter in the command center, but it's impossible to hide the telephone lines too!" Gao Quan's sincere tone won the support of all the soldiers in the company. After several divisions, this company had only more than 40 people left. With a small advantage, after avoiding two or three patrols of ten or so people, the guard company easily found the telephone pole standing high in the sky. Just as Gao Quan and the company commander were scouting ahead, the rural-born Red Army soldiers were helpless to reach the telephone pole. Furious, several angry soldiers started chopping at the wooden pole with their large knives! "You won't let me cut off the telephone line, I'll chop you down and use you as firewood!" The muttering soldier quickly chopped down the slippery telephone pole in three or five strokes.
Looking at the wood shavings and the freshly cut wooden pole, Gaoduan was speechless when he heard a "bang" sound! Fortunately, the KMT did not notice this "slight" sound due to the continuous cannon fire for several days. The telephone soldier of the KMT moved very quickly, perhaps under the scolding of the commander's anger, and the swearing telephone soldier continuously patrolled along the long telephone line, showing that these white dogs had only a few people carrying guns under the dim light of the kerosene lamp.
The decisive guard platoon leader quickly led a dozen veteran soldiers with rich combat experience, bursting out of the dark corner, and in no time, they had tied up the white dogs who hadn't even had a chance to speak. Some of them, seeing that they were being bound by Nationalist soldiers, kept bowing their bodies, as if wanting to explain to "their own people" that it was all a misunderstanding! It wasn't until they saw the Red Army soldiers with cold gun barrels pressed against their heads that these few individuals trembled and begged for mercy from the unusually young "grandpas".
On the main street of Dushu Town, not far from Zhongdulou, several soldiers with tattered clothes and soot on their faces were rushing towards the Travel Department in a state of panic. Along the way, they encountered several patrol teams of over ten people, who also felt deeply fearful after seeing the soldiers' miserable appearance. Had troops been defeated in some direction? Had the enemy broken through their defenses? A faint sense of unease began to spread among the soldiers. Having had experience containing scattered cavalry, they did not think their lives were harder than those of the Red Army, nor that their weapons and combat strength were higher than those of the Red Army.
The diligent sentinel looked at the three or four in front of him, with a look of shock and worry on his face, which was covered with gunpowder stains. He had an inexplicable anxiety: "We want to see the brigade commander! Our defense on the right wing's third battalion is over! The attacking fourth and fifth battalions have also been completely defeated! Our second regiment has been scattered! Liu, the regiment commander, is leading hundreds of brothers in defending the last position! We want to see the brigade commander! We need reinforcements! We want the brigade commander to help us avenge!" The expressionless captain of the guard company quickly led these four soldiers, who were speaking with sorrow and desperation, to meet their superior officer. The news of the complete defeat on the right wing was too shocking! Especially after the telephone line between the two regiments was cut off, even the small guard company commander sensed the danger, and his heart was actually in turmoil: "It seems that our troops have lost this time! The elite brigade composed of two regiments seems to have suffered a great loss!"
From a young age, he had excellent acting skills (actually, it was a skill he developed in the past when his grades were very poor and his teacher asked his parents to sign a document, so that he wouldn't get scolded or beaten). He could cry and wail at will, which saved him from a lot of physical suffering. Now, this skill had also become a trump card for preventing enemies from seeing through him! In his heart, he was cursing the ruthless company commander who was asking him to prepare to sacrifice himself for the revolution: "Damn it! If I die, it would be a huge loss for the Chinese Revolution! Think about it, I'm a talented person with great strategic thinking, able to turn a handful of beans into an army..." If he continued talking like this, he'd be just like Zhuge Liang (a famous strategist in the Three Kingdoms period)!
For the brigade commander who couldn't grasp the frontline situation, he was naturally anxious and worried. The communication soldier who went to repair the telephone line hadn't fixed it yet, adding to his growing unease. "The heavy machine gun on the south gate is still firing non-stop, although the water-cooled heavy machine gun has overheated countless times. But the Nationalist Party, at a disadvantage in terms of troop strength, had no choice but to continue fighting, they couldn't just reveal their weakness! The cavalry regiment's defeat, with over half of its troops lost, had already plunged these men into deep anxiety about their future prospects. That damned bandit leader Li Guangtou was indeed out of contact! If I make it back to the provincial city unscathed, I'll definitely report him for dereliction of duty! What a despicable bunch of bandits! Cowards!"
Looking at the guards behind the company commander, those soldiers with soot on their faces and tattered clothes, his heart suddenly turned cold: "Could something have really happened?!" The deputy corps commander and the corps chief of staff, who were also panicked, rushed out of the command room, looking at Gao Quan's group, they too were shocked: "Could something have really happened?!" Both had an expression of disbelief, staring at each other, staring at the corps commander who was sitting in a chair, somewhat paralyzed.
"Commander! You must avenge our brothers! Almost all of the Second Battalion's troops have been wiped out! Those damned enemies attacked us from behind and on the flanks, not only breaking through our battalion's defenses but also killing thousands of our brothers who were attacking! Our battalion commander is holding out at West Gate, three or four kilometers away, but the enemy's attack is too fierce! Our commander can't hold on much longer! That's why we were sent to report back! Commander, you must hurry and rescue our commander, or else the few hundred brothers left in our battalion will be completely annihilated!" Gao Quan was crying and crawling towards the enemy commander, who was in a daze.
The officers of the Nationalist Party, big and small, were in a state of shock and trance. After all, an entire regiment of over 2,000 people was annihilated in an instant, which is really hard to accept and unbelievable! However, Gao Quan San did not show any mercy. After Gao Quan's emotional performance had confused the enemy, the other two suddenly jumped up and used the sharp dagger they had taken out from their bosom to cut off the throat of the guard regiment commander.
After eliminating the main enemy, Gao Quan opened his clothes and revealed more than a dozen hand grenades inside the built-in grenade band. The fuse was tightly held in his hand, while the other two soldiers took out their pistols and threatened the three slightly dazed Nationalist officers in front of them. Gao Quan quickly disarmed them. Years of indulgence in pleasure had made these old tigers lose their edge from military school days. In the dim light, they didn't resist at all as Gao Quan disarmed them!
We took six gold medals! Super cool, go China!
