Check in from the bright sword

Zhao Gang nodded and said, "Okay, then it's the collective wisdom of the regiment party committee."

"That's right." Li Yunlong looked at Zhao Gang more and more right now, and immediately put his arm around Zhao Gang's shoulder and said, "Brother, you are the political commissar of the independent regiment, not the political commissar of the 386th brigade, so really capable people like Staff Officer Wang , you should find ways to stay in our regiment, and you can’t let others snatch it away.”

Zhao Gang teased, "You bastard, selfish."

"Bullshit." Li Yunlong glared again, "I'm the leader of the independent regiment, if I don't think about the regiment, how can I be the leader of the ass? Why don't I go back to the Dabie Mountains and sell roasted sweet potatoes."

Zhao Gang shook his head and continued: "However, Staff Officer Wang is really a capable general. He has only been in our independent regiment for a few days? He has made great contributions three times in a row and solved practical difficulties for the regiment. Staff Wang has really bought a lot of guns and ammunition, such a person is simply a treasure."

Li Yunlong said: "That's why we have to keep him."

"Okay." Zhao Gang said with a smile, "I will make an exception this time."

"That's right." Li Yunlong said, "Next time Staff Officer Wang gets good wine, I will treat you to a drink."

"You bastard, you will be generous to others." Zhao Gang shook his head and continued to write materials.

……

In the kitchen in the backyard, the Spike team was having dinner.

A big bucket of white flour steamed buns, and a big washbasin filled with horse intestines.

Wei Dayong took a mouthful of steamed buns and a mouthful of horse intestines, and his mouth was full of oil.

Wang Xikui and Wang Gensheng were not far behind, their cheeks were bulging, and before they could swallow what was in their mouths, the chopsticks had already reached into the washbasin to hold the horse intestines.

Wang Yan had been hungry all day, and his eating habits were not much better.

Lao Wang sat beside him smoking a pipe, and said with a smile, "Eat slowly, don't choke, there is still enough in the pot."

As for the meals of the Spike Team, the team leader said hello specifically, and he must take care of enough, so when cooking for the Spike Team, Lao Wang always put the portion in full, there is only leftovers, and there will never be less.

After eating more than a dozen white flour steamed buns in a row, Wei Dayong finally burped.

Turning his head, he saw Erhu squatting at his feet, wagging his tail with dark eyes.

Seeing that Wei Dayong finally noticed his existence, Erhu immediately whimpered twice, and Wei Dayong picked up a piece of horse intestine from the washbasin, and threw it in front of Erhu.

The two tigers also began to feast on it.

While picking his teeth with his nails, Wei Dayong said, "Old Wang, please do me a favor."

Lao Wang took a puff of dry smoke, snorted and said, "Tell me, what's the matter? Let me explain in advance that there is no one or two of chili noodles, and I let you take it all."

"It's not about this." Wei Dayong shook his head and said, "I want to ask you to shoot a big gun for me."

"Big gun head?" Pharaoh asked in amazement, "Why do you want to shoot a big gun head?"

Wei Dayong said casually: "That's what happened. When cleaning the battlefield today, I fought a few times with a devil cavalry pretending to be dead, and found that the saber was not very effective."

Old Wang asked again: "Why don't you use a bayonet?"

"The bayonet is even more difficult to use." Wei Dayong shook his head and said, "I have practiced big guns in Shaolin Temple for several years, so please give me a big gun head."

"No problem." Old Wang said cheerfully, "I will call you tomorrow."

Lao Wang worked as a blacksmith for several years before joining the army, so he had no problem making a gun.

Wang Yan's heart moved when he heard this, and he said, "Old Wang, can you shoot with a bayonet?"

Lao Wang said: "It is possible to fight, but the steel we use is not good, and we can't shoot the bayonet like the devil, so it is better to use the devil directly."

Wang Yan said: "Then melt the devil's bayonet and strike again."

"Mist the devil's bayonet and hit it again?" Old Wang said in amazement, "Why? The devil's bayonet is quite good, and hitting it again may not be better than before."

Wang Yan said, "Because the bayonet I want is different from the devil's."

What Wang Yan wanted was the Triangle Army Assassin, this is the real assassination weapon!

"Different styles?" Old Wang asked, "Then what style do you want?"

"I'll draw a pattern for you." After Wang Yan finished speaking, he found a piece of charcoal ash and drew a triangular army thorn on the whitewashed wall next to it, marking the length, diameter and groove width, etc. parameter.

After finishing the painting, Wang Yan asked again: "Old Wang, can this be printed?"

Lao Wang nodded and said, "It's possible to fight, but it may take a little effort."

"It's no problem." Wang Yan waved his hand and said, "Time is not a problem, play slowly."

"Success." Lao Wang knocked the cigarette pot on the ground, nodded and said, "I'll do it when I have time, how many do you want?"

Wang Yan glanced over Wang Gensheng, Wang Xikui and the others, and said, "Let's play three for now."

"Four, and one more." Wei Dayong chuckled, and said to Wang Yan, "Captain, I want one too. It looks good."

Chapter 43

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, Wang Yan woke up Wei Dayong and the others at five o'clock as usual, and then started a 30-kilometer cross-country journey with a 5-kilogram log.

Unless there is a combat mission, I will go off-road twice in the morning and evening with a load of 30 kg for 5 kilometers, rain or shine.

Li Yunlong also got up early that day, saw off the Spike Squad, and watched the cavalry company's training at the entrance of the village for a while, then returned to the regiment headquarters with his hands behind his back.

During this period of time, there were no combat missions, and Li Yunlong lived a leisurely life.

However, as soon as he entered the room, Li Yunlong found that his right eyelid kept twitching.

"It's broken, something will happen!" Li Yunlong murmured, "The right eye will jump, something will definitely happen."

Zhao Gang just came out, and when he heard this, he immediately retorted: "What is the right eye jumping disaster? This is called feudal superstition."

But as soon as the words were finished, the phone in the room rang. Li Yunlong picked up the phone, and immediately the brigade commander's loud voice came from the other end.

"Li Yunlong, I congratulate you, your kid has made a fortune again."

Li Yunlong immediately covered the microphone, and said angrily: "I'll just say something is wrong, you see, this non-robber will come to the door immediately!"

Zhao Gang asked softly, "Brigade Commander?"

Li Yunlong said angrily: "Who else can there be besides him?"

The brigade commander's voice sounded again from the microphone: "Li Yunlong, are you talking bad about me again?"

"No, no, absolutely not. How dare I speak ill of you, Brigadier Commander." Li Yunlong said hastily, "I dare not."