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

Zhao Gang looked at Li Yunlong holding a wine bowl, and was furious. He didn't expect that a regiment commander would drink at noon? How was this different from a warlord?

But in order to maintain good relations, Zhao Gang suppressed his anger and stretched out his right hand.

"Hello, Captain Li, I'm Zhao Gang. We'll be working together from now on. Please take care of me!"

Li Yunlong raised his eyes and handed over the wine bowl.

"Another white-faced scholar has arrived. Come, have a drink?"

The smile on Zhao Gang's face froze instantly and his expression turned gloomy.

"Captain Li, I'm sorry, I don't drink, let alone drink while on combat duty!"

Li Yunlong's face turned serious and he took the wine bowl back.

"You can't drink? If you can't drink, why did you come to the Independence Regiment?"

Zhao Gang also got angry. How dare you drink a bowl of wine and pay respects to the pier before your independent regiment comes to fight the Japanese? Zhao Gang also took his hand back.

"We have to drink alcohol when we join the independent regiment? Can we fight after drinking alcohol?"

Li Yunlong took a sip of wine. This kid is not afraid of me and even calls me a good-for-nothing?

"That makes sense. He is a cultured man after all. It seems that Political Commissar Zhao has fought many battles. I'll ask Political Commissar Zhao to give us lessons in the future so that we can understand what fighting is all about!"

Political Commissar Zhao listened to Li Yunlong's bullying, but he didn't get angry and kept a stern face.

“I don’t deserve it, let’s learn from each other!”

Li Yunlong nodded helplessly. He originally wanted to provoke Zhao Gang and ask him to compare his military exploits with his own, then scare him back so that he could continue to live a carefree life for a few more days.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Gang actually took these words seriously, so Li Yunlong's punch was like hitting cotton.

"This is our first meeting, so let's make it clear to avoid making me unhappy. From now on, I have the final say in wars, and you have the final say in life matters."

When Zhao Gang arrived, Li Yunlong wanted to exclude him from the military decision-making power. In his eyes, this scholar was just a burden.

Zhao Gang didn't fall for his trick.

"Of course, there is no problem with our respective division of labor, but if it involves a matter of principle, I will still take care of it!"

Li Yunlong glanced and said, hey, you're not going to fall for it?

"It's the same thing. The regiment commander is in charge of fighting, the political commissar is in charge of life, and yes, there is also ideological and political work. You should stay out of other things!"

Even a clay Buddha would have some temper, let alone a top student from Yenching University and a graduate of the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University.

Just as the two were fighting, a communicator walked in at the perfect time.

"Commissar, the room is ready!"

Zhao Gang calmed down and nodded, "Okay, I'll be right there!"

Before leaving, he also asked Li Yunlong to call Kong Jie to meet in ten minutes for a small meeting, saying that there was important intelligence.

No matter how unhappy Li Yunlong was, he still called Kong Jie over.

The two of them each had a pot and started smoking dry tobacco.

"Old Kong, do you think a showman like him can have any important information? Humph!"

"You know what, he must be capable, otherwise why would his superiors send him here! We really need to send a scholar to teach you a lesson, you can't even recognize a single word!"

"Hey, it's okay if I can't read. I've won more battles than anyone else, but at least I'm better than you, Captain Kong!"

Kong Jie was so angry that he lost his temper. Who made him unlucky to be targeted by the Japanese special forces?

"I admit that I was unlucky, but you didn't think it was any better, did you? You were exhausted in the New 1st Regiment, and you finally replaced the equipment and strengthened the troops, but didn't Ding Wei still take advantage of you? You are just a laborer!"

When Li Yunlong heard about Ding Wei, he wanted to know what he had done. When he left the New 1st Regiment, Ding Wei had prepared a big gift for him.

"Oh, now that you mention it, I remember that Ding Wei gave me a gift!"

Kong Jie looked at Li Yunlong with disdain. Could it be that he had lost his mind?

"Ding Wei gave you a gift? He's so poor that he's peeing blood, and he still gave you a gift?"

Just as the two were about to start a discussion, Zhao Gang walked in.

Kong Jie quickly stood up and stretched out his hand, and Zhao Gang also stretched out his hand.

"Hello, Captain Kong, I'm Zhao Gang!"

Kong Jie stood at attention.

"Political Commissar Zhao, I'm Kong Jie."

"I have always admired your great name, Captain Kong. I have even heard of your name at the headquarters. You are capable of winning battles and have a strong style!"

"Where there!"

Li Yunlong watched his old comrade being bought off by a few words of flattery, rolled his eyes and coughed twice.

"Political Commissar Zhao, didn't you say there was important intelligence to report?"

Zhao Gang put away the smile on his face and recounted the story of how he rescued Wei Dayong and Wei Heshang along the way.

"Wei Dayong, come in!"

Wei Dayong walked in naively and saluted Li Yunlong and Kong Jie.

"Hello, sir. My name is Wei Dayong."

"Well, tell me about what happened in the prisoner-of-war camp."

"Sir, I was in the 27th Division. I was injured and captured during the Battle of Xinkou and was sent to a prisoner-of-war camp. A group of devils dressed differently came here these days. They used prisoners to practice fighting, and every move was deadly."

Li Yunlong looked at Monk Wei and asked curiously.

"Then how did you get out?"

"The Japanese first picked three martial artists to fight with them, but they all died in less than a minute. Then I also fought with them, killed four of them, snatched the gun of the Japanese officer, and escaped in the chaos?"

The combat effectiveness of the Japs is not as shown in the drama. They are all well-trained, and specially trained Japs. Can this silly monk in front of him really kill four of them with his bare hands?

Li Yunlong became suspicious. If he really killed four people, he would definitely trap him.

"You killed four devils? With your bare hands?"

Seeing that Li Yunlong didn't believe it, Zhao Gang spoke up for Monk Wei.

"Monk Wei was a monk in the Youth Temple for ten years and learned some martial arts."

Li Yunlong nodded. Although he was not fond of Zhao Gang, he had no doubts about his character.

Zhao Gang asked Wei Dayong to go out and wait while the three of them started analyzing the situation.

In the end, they reached a unanimous conclusion: there was indeed a group of specially trained devils who were well-trained and well-equipped. Last time, this group of devils were heading for the headquarters, but the independent regiment was unlucky and ran into them!

Zhao Gang cleared his throat.

"Since everyone agrees, I will send a message to the brigade headquarters in the name of the independent regiment!"

"agree!"

"agree!"

Li Yunlong became interested when he saw Monk Wei struggling with the stone mill outside.

"Political Commissar Zhao, if Monk Wei can really kill four devils with his bare hands, then he can stay and fight me, Li Yunlong!"

Political Commissar Zhao rolled his eyes and asked, "How come you, Li Yunlong, are so powerful that everyone is rushing to work with you?"

"Captain Li, Monk Wei just came to see us and said that our Eighth Route Army is poorly equipped. Although I am his lifesaver, I am willing to use my lifesaver to blackmail him."

Li Yunlong still didn't believe it. He had never failed to get what he wanted...