Bright Sword: From Northwest Shanxi to Changjin Lake, a Hundred Battles, a Hundred Victories

Chapter 4 Getting rich

Upon hearing the prompt in his mind, Chen Ming realized that his cheat ability wasn't just limited to a three-dimensional combat map.

This battle was a decisive victory, and I earned the Level 2 Infantry Badge, which increases a soldier's experience gain rate by 40%.

This means that participating in two battles will give you the experience of roughly three battles.

Before long, the new recruits will grow into veterans with rich combat experience.

Moreover, this is only the reward for a small-scale battle. If we fight more battles, or fight a larger-scale battle, the reward will be much greater.

The rewards you receive should be even more powerful.

At this moment, Chen Ming's heart was filled with ambition.

He wanted to eliminate more Japanese soldiers, acquire more badges, train a stronger army, and then completely drive the invaders out of China!
After examining the badge, Chen Ming began searching for the two blue dots he had seen on the map earlier.

The two blue dots are located in a cellar, which is very well hidden.

When Chen Ming opened the cellar door, he found two villagers huddled together, shivering.

This is a middle-aged woman holding her youngest son, who is about ten years old.

"Don't kill my son."

Seeing the two villagers who were terrified, Chen Ming sighed and spoke in as gentle a tone as possible.

"Fellow villager, don't be afraid, we are from the district squad, the Japanese devils have been wiped out."

Upon hearing Chen Ming's words, the mother raised her head, a glimmer of hope appearing in her eyes.

When she saw the Eighth Route Army cap on Chen Ming's head, she burst into tears.

It's like a wronged child returning home to find a parent who can stand up for her, crying to express her grievances.

Chen Ming felt as if his heart was being squeezed, and he was extremely distressed.

A family that was living a happy and contented life was destroyed by the invaders.

Her husband and relatives were all ruthlessly killed by the Japanese invaders, leaving only this widow and her child in the entire village.

A raging fire ignited in Chen Ming's heart, and he vowed to use this fire to burn all the invaders to ashes.

Chen Ming gritted his teeth and reached out to pull the mother and child out of the cold, oxygen-deprived cellar.

After coming out, the woman's youngest son, seeing the horrific scene around him, couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Don't be afraid, little dog. This is the Eighth Route Army uncle who has come to stand up for us."

With tears in her eyes, the mother patted her son's back, trying to comfort him.

The child calmed down with his mother's comfort, but when he saw the corpse in the yard, he rushed over and knelt on the ground, shaking the already cold body.

"father!"

"The boss"

Seeing this, Chen Ming sighed and left the courtyard.

The pain of losing a loved one can only be overcome by the individuals themselves; Chen Ming was powerless to help.

Once outside the courtyard, the soldiers had already cleaned up the battlefield.

Weapons and ammunition were piled up, and other supplies were also placed together; all of these were looted from the villagers by the Japanese soldiers.

"Captain, the count of the seized items is out. We have seized 9 Type 38 rifles, 1251 rounds of ammunition, 1 Type 96 light machine gun, 420 rounds of ammunition, 1 grenade launcher, and 12 hand grenades."

"37 Hanyang rifles, more than 900 rounds of ammunition, one pistol, several bullets, and thirteen hand grenades."

"In addition, there are several other supplies."

Upon hearing the report of the soldiers' count, Chen Ming nodded.

The Japanese soldiers' Type 38 rifles were damaged by the four grenades he threw, but fortunately the light machine guns were still intact.

However, even broken guns can be useful. You can take parts from a few broken guns, repair them, and they can still be used.

The puppet troops were completely captured without firing a single shot, and all their weapons and ammunition were well preserved. "Captain, we've struck it rich!" Dafei's face was full of joy.

We used to be so poor we almost had to sell our pants, but today we've captured so many weapons and ammunition. We've really splurgeed this time.

Guns are the courage of soldiers. With more guns, there's no need to fight the Japanese with broadswords and spears.

That way, fewer brothers will be sacrificed, and more Japanese soldiers will be killed.

"Okay, Dafei, go back and tell the other brothers to come to the village to meet up," Chen Ming said.

He did not see any enemies within a five-kilometer radius on the three-dimensional combat map, so they were safe for the time being.

The conditions in the desolate wilderness were too harsh, which was not conducive to the recuperation of the wounded soldiers.

If the wounded soldiers stayed in the camp where they dared not even light a fire for too long, they might not be able to hold on for long.

Moreover, the lack of news is also a form of psychological torture for the soldiers who remain behind.

After receiving the order, Dafei happily slung a Type 38 rifle over his shoulder and ran back to report the news.

He wanted to share this good news with his comrades who stayed behind.

Meanwhile, at a temporary camp two kilometers away from the village.

The soldiers who remained behind heard the explosion and the last three gunshots before falling silent, tears of sorrow streaming down their faces.

The captain, with four soldiers, faced a Japanese and puppet army of more than fifty men, and their chances of victory were slim.

The fact that the gunfire has stopped speaks volumes.

They were filled with hatred, hating themselves for being injured and dragging down their comrades. To cover them, the captain and his comrades turned to face the vicious invaders.

Deputy Captain Li Zhu gripped the gun so tightly that it made a cracking sound.

"Uncle Zhu, are the captain and the others still alive?" Wang Xiaohu asked, still clinging to hope.

"Ah."

Li Zhu nodded heavily.

"They will survive."

He already had the answer in his heart, but he couldn't reveal it to thirteen-year-old Wang Xiaohu.

If he doesn't believe Chen Ming can come back alive, how can the others in the team believe it?

However, their grief did not last long, as the sharp-eyed Wang Xiaohu suddenly noticed.

A blurry figure ran quickly from a distance under the moonlight.

Upon recognizing the other person, an excited smile spread across his face, and he shouted loudly:
"Uncle Zhu, Brother Dafei is back! Uncle Zhu, look!"

Li Zhu, immersed in grief, initially did not believe it.

But Wang Xiaohu kept pulling him and pointing at him.

Following Wang Xiaohu's directions, Li Zhu indeed spotted Da Fei.

It really is Dafei, they're back!
At that moment, Li Zhu felt an overwhelming sense of joy and excitement.

Before long, Dafei arrived at the temporary camp, panting heavily.

"Dafei, where are the captain and the others? Why didn't they come with you?"

Li Zhu grabbed Da Fei's hand and asked excitedly.

Dafei was exhausted and speechless for a moment. After a while, he finally spoke:

"Don't rush me, can't you give me a break?"

"Hurry up and tell me, it's urgent, I'm so anxious."

Even though Li Zhu is a man in his forties, he was as anxious as a child at this moment.

(End of this chapter)