Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

A team of special forces wearing desert camouflage, wearing Type 19 helmets, carrying Type 95 automatic rifles and Type 92 pistols on their waists, stood in the yard in a row.

Ding Wei looked at the special forces team in a daze. These soldiers seemed extraordinary. Could they be the county brigade that Li Yunlong mentioned?

"Old Li, are these soldiers outside yours?"

Li Yunlong continued to pack his backpack and answered casually.

"Yes, the county brigade, the captain is my good brother Wang Meng!"

Ding Wei wanted to slap himself twice. If he had known that the so-called county brigade was like this, he would have kept them and returned them to Li Yunlong even if he had to be thick-skinned? Dream on!

"Li Yunlong, you call this a county brigade?"

"hey-hey!"

Wang Meng walked in with Zhang Xuan and Lin Shubing, stood at attention, and saluted in unison.

"Captain Wang Meng, deputy captain Zhang Xuan, and instructor Lin Shubing, are here to see the old commander off!"

Ding Wei looked at Wang Meng and Li Yunlong with disdain. They really were the county brigade!

Li Yunlong picked up the bedding, Zhang Dabiao carried it on his back, and the group of six walked out of the village.

Lin Shubing, Zhang Xuan and Zhang Dabiao had already become familiar with each other. They walked behind, leading a horse and chatting casually.

Wang Meng, Li Yunlong and Ding Wei were walking in front.

Li Yunlong looked at his territory, and even though he was reluctant to give it up, he still handed it over to Ding Wei.

"Old Ding, Wang Meng's county brigade is now training the New 1st Regiment during the day and holding literacy classes at night. If you don't need them in the future, send them to the clothing factory!"

Although Old Ding had not seen the training of the New 1st Regiment, he knew it was right when he saw that Li Yunlong had racked his brains to trick the county brigade over.

"Why do you need more than a hundred soldiers in a clothing factory? Are they all here to follow you, Old Li, on the sewing machines?"

"Who said that the clothing factory can't fight the Japanese? If I have soldiers, even if they are from the kitchen team, I will go and kill the Japanese!"

Wang Meng felt comfortable listening to the two old enemies bickering. This was true comradeship that was worth life for life. It was much better than those who posted on WeChat Moments, held parties, and borrowed retirement benefits every day.

"My two leaders, I haven't expressed my opinion yet!"

Wang Meng then reported the plan of actual combat training to Ding Wei and Li Yunlong. They would train the troops and accumulate points at the same time. When Li Yunlong went to the independent regiment, they would directly set up a German-equipped regiment.

Old Ding exclaimed, "Wow, Wang Meng's training plan is simply perfect. No wonder Li Yunlong treats him as a treasure."

"Captain Wang, just go for it. I, Old Ding, will definitely support you!"

Li Yunlong chuckled. Although he didn't take Wang Meng away, at least he had settled him down.

"If you love what you do, I will go to the quilt factory and do my embroidery. When the day comes that you, Ding, get a quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, that will be the one embroidered by me, Li!"

"Your fingers are as thick as rolling pins, and you still want to embroider? You're better off plucking flowers!"

"Hahaha!"

Li Yunlong declined Wang Meng's escort, jumped on his horse, and rode towards the clothing factory.

Just as Li Yunlong was leading a group of young girls and wives to operate sewing machines in the bedding factory, a "simple and unpretentious" small-scale battle broke out in northwestern Shanxi.

On a Japanese transport route, a transport team consisting of three trucks and a motorcycle (sidecar) was snaking along a winding road.

The Japanese second lieutenant sat in the sidecar of the leading sidecar, holding a saber in his hand and starting to complain.

"Haruta, fighting the Eighth Route Army every day is really boring. My classmate Inoue from the Infantry Department has chopped off the heads of 17 or 18 Chinese people!"

"Hey! Captain Kuroda, we are transporting supplies for the Imperial Army and contributing to the establishment of the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere!"

Kuroda said nothing. Not only did he let him stay in the rear battlefield, he also made him a member of the transport team, doing the same work as a mule every day.

Alas, are the cherry blossoms in my hometown about to bloom again?

"Captain Kuroda, we are about to enter the Eighth Route Army's territory!"

Kuroda waved his hand, and the convoy stopped and continued the reconnaissance according to the old routine.

The machine gunner on the front of the truck mounted his Type 99 rifle and fired at the hillsides on both sides for reconnaissance.

(The Type 6.5 light machine gun is a Japanese standard light machine gun that fires mm rifle bullets during the Anti-Japanese War.)

Captain Kuroda looked at the hillside which was as quiet as usual, and felt gloomy in his heart, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Kuroda ordered four more soldiers to get off the car and search ahead along the road, clearing mines with human bodies.

The four devils searched for a mile ahead but found nothing.

Kuroda shook his head. Could it be that he really missed the cherry blossoms in his hometown?

The convoy continued on its way.

Kuroda looked ahead and sighed. They were about to drive out of the danger zone. It would be another boring mission.

He had no idea how many times he had walked this route. He actually hoped that some ignorant Eighth Route Army soldiers would come and attack the transport team, giving him boring "mule" tasks, so that he could have some fun and chop off a few Chinese heads.

When someone makes a wish, someone will naturally come to fulfill it.

The weeds on the hillside actually moved slightly.

While observing the situation of the transport team, Zhang Xuan pressed the throat-vibrating intercom.

"Attention, tell the soldiers of the new regiment not to get nervous. Take my gunshot as a signal!"

This was Zhang Xuan's first battle since he came to this world. He brought ten special forces members, and each of them was followed by a dozen soldiers from the New 1st Regiment.

This time they are going to conduct actual combat training, crush the enemy with their absolute superiority in force, and directly use the heads of the Japanese as sacrifices.

With a gunshot, bullets from the 95 rifles and Mauser rifles poured down towards the transport team at the foot of the hillside as if they were free.

Looking at Kuroda's excited face, there is a small hole between his eyebrows. Now he can return to his hometown and see the cherry blossoms.

In less than ten minutes, the entire Japanese escort team was killed.

(During the Anti-Japanese War, the smallest unit of the Japanese army was the squad, which had 13 people, three more than a squad of the National Army. Each squad had a machine gun, and some reinforced squads also had grenade launchers.)

These Japanese soldiers never figured out until their death when the Eighth Route Army had such powerful firepower, and their marksmanship seemed to be close to that of accurate shooters.

Except for two soldiers who sprained their ankles while charging down, there were no other casualties in the New 1st Regiment.

In the past, when the New 1st Regiment ambushed, they would first explode the homemade mines, then throw a wave of grenades if conditions allowed, and if not, just fire one or two bullets, and then charge and fight the Japs with bayonets.

The malnourished soldiers of the New 1st Regiment were not as well-trained as the Japanese. After a battle, a one-to-one casualty ratio was considered good, and that was under the premise of absolute superiority in manpower.

The current Xinyi Regiment is very different from before. It is rich and can make bullets at will.

Who would fight with bayonets when there are bullets? In the past, hand-to-hand combat was unavoidable.

But why didn't they use landmines and grenades this time? Could it be that Wang Meng, the "local rich man", was stingy?