si-mexico Chapter 1189 Not Enough Brains
Chapter 1189 Not Enough Brains
Mortars are undoubtedly the most lethal weapons on the battlefield. Although their range and explosive power aren't the greatest, their rate of fire is the highest. Especially a 60mm mortar, which, if fired properly, can fire 30 rounds per minute. If those 30 rounds were to land on an infantry company, they could wipe out at least a third of them.
Militia members possess artillery? What country's militia is this?
Nojiri Jiro felt his head was about to explode. He'd been assigned to oversee this place, supposedly a model for the entire prefecture's militia. He'd thought these militiamen couldn't possibly come up with anything fancy—at most, a few red-tasseled spears and some old-fashioned rifles. Who knew they'd even be preparing 60mm mortars?
Just as this guy was writing down information about mortars and other such things, the sound of airplanes came from the sky. He looked up at the sky with some fear and saw three transport planes flying in from the west to the east.
He hadn't been paying attention during the reconnaissance these past few days, and it wasn't until he climbed up the tree that he discovered several marks had already been drawn below, marking the airdrop location on the open ground.
The three transport planes began to disperse, each dropping packages individually. Although about 10% of the packages drifted to the nearby mountains, the remaining 90% were dropped within the designated area. This kind of training had begun; such training was something only the most elite units in the Japanese army had ever seen, and now your militia were starting to train in it.
Nojiri Jiro shook his head vigorously. Everything he had seen these past few days was almost turning his understanding of the world upside down. But he still knew why he was here. He couldn't stop working because of his shock; he had to hurry and write everything down, otherwise the Japanese army would suffer when they came to this area in the future.
Liu Qingyuan and his group had a completely different idea from this guy. After seeing the package being thrown down from the sky, everyone quickly used their knives to cut the rope. Inside, all kinds of food, drinks, weapons, and equipment were intact, and everyone laughed happily.
Liu Qingyuan told them that as long as they continued fighting, even if they fled to the mountains, as long as they could report accurate coordinates and their communication equipment was working properly, transport planes from the rear would deliver a large amount of supplies. At the time, many people didn't believe it, but now they do. The various supplies dropped by those three planes were enough to sustain them for one or two months.
And this is without any resupply on-site. In fact, according to Liu Qingyuan's idea, we can replenish our food, water, and sanitation supplies locally; we just need headquarters to supply us with some weapons and equipment. Under these circumstances, one airdrop could sustain us for about half a year.
Other security regiments and teams in the surrounding area also conducted airdrop training. This is one of the most important training exercises in the 72nd Group Army. If you don't know how to do this, then in the future, it will be a matter of your own survival.
"Erniu, have you decided on this machine gun? Where do you want to put it?"
Liu Qingyuan saw Erniu carrying a Czech-made light machine gun, preparing to return to the village. Their village militia had been allocated two machine guns, one of which belonged to Erniu. This guy was very diligent in his studies, and now he could basically get full marks in both burst fire and spray fire.
"Logically speaking, the roof of my third uncle's house at the village entrance is the best, but if the Japanese discover me, one shell could take me out. I think it's better to go to Old Man Liu's house on the north side of my third uncle's house. Although the view isn't as open there, the Japanese won't be able to spot me immediately. Also, after I launch my first attack there, I can immediately move the machine gun position, so the machine gun will survive longer."
Erniu immediately became interested when he mentioned this. Where should the machine gun emplacement be set up in the village? This had been discussed for almost a day. The kid hadn't slept all night, spending half the night looking around the rooftops and nooks and crannies of each house, and finally decided to put it on the roof of Master Liu's house.
“That’s the same idea I had. Now that you’ve made up your mind, hurry up and find a few people to repair the machine gun emplacements. You can’t use mud for these; you have to use the cement that’s been brought down. Those materials make them much sturdier.”
Liu Qingyuan also knew that war might break out in the near future, and everything we were doing now was in service of the war effort, so we couldn't compromise on anything. The Japanese were different from some of the people we had encountered before; once they came, they would be our greatest enemy.
Don't be fooled by how well our men are trained now; that's only compared to other militia units. Compared to the Japanese soldiers, we're still far behind. Some of those veteran Japanese soldiers have trained in their home country for years, and their combat experience and tactical organization far surpass ours. Our advantage might lie in fighting on home soil.
Just as the father and son were talking, the village bell suddenly rang out. The men who were training were dumbfounded. Weren't the Japanese still far to the south? And their regular troops were still stuck on the road. What danger could there be in the village now?
"Leave half of the people to guard the belongings, and the rest of you come back to the village with me. If we don't receive any news, the remaining people cannot return to the village; they must find a place to hide."
Liu Qingyuan remained calm and, while the others were unsure of what to do, immediately issued orders. The villagers, as if now having a leader, quickly split into two groups. More than 30 people followed Liu Qingyuan back to the village under the cover of a machine gun.
When they entered the village, they realized what had happened. The one who had rung the bell was the village chief; it turned out that the bandits from Lao Luo Mountain had appeared on the eastern hillside.
In the areas controlled by the Nationalist government, almost every county had its own bandit gangs, and some counties even had several. Whenever people were starving, they would basically go up the mountain to become bandits. Now that they've heard there are various supplies here, they're preparing to come and plunder. But you should also check if there have been any changes in this village.
Trying to freeload here could easily get you killed...