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

Just as Li Yunlong was lying on the kang and fantasizing about his cavalry battalion's future roaming across northwest Shanxi, the signalman called Li Yunlong up.

"Captain, the brigade commander is calling!"

Li Yunlong had a bad premonition in his heart. As soon as he picked up the phone, the familiar voice of Brigade Commander Chen came from the receiver.

"Li Yunlong, congratulations on your fortune!"

"What kind of fortune do you want to make? I'm so poor, and I was just starving."

"Don't play dumb with me. Don't you know what I was born into? Tell me the truth!"

Li Yunlong's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that someone had reported him again? No, he had made such a big fuss that it would be impossible for the news not to reach the brigade commander.

People are afraid of famous pigs.

"Hey, the Japanese sent me a cavalry battalion. It's right in front of my mouth. I can't just refuse it, right? It just so happens that I am also planning to set up a cavalry battalion. The horses and equipment have been distributed."

"Sent it out? Think about it again? Keep one company for yourself and send the rest to me!"

"Commander, I went through so much trouble to get these equipment. You can't just take them away without any hesitation!"

"Okay, then I'll settle the matter with you for mobilizing troops without authorization! Now there are only two options before you. One is to send the equipment to me, and the other is that I will report your unauthorized mobilization of troops to the headquarters!"

Now Li Yunlong finally understood that this was Zhang Fei trying to rob Li Kui - the thief robbed the thief.

Li Yunlong was like a dumb person eating bitter herbs, unable to express his pain. Although Brigade Commander Chen had once promised him that he could do whatever he wanted as long as he did not violate discipline, the latter was now refusing to accept his promise.

Li Yunlong picked and chose among hundreds of horses with great pain. He checked their teeth and ran them around twice to see if they were good. In short, the best ones had to be kept for him.

Finally, he handed the horse to Brigade Commander Chen with great care, as if he was giving his wife to him.

Li Yunlong got the horse and equipment, and took five captured Type 99 rifles to exchange with Ding Wei for the cavalry company commander Sun Desheng.

Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang were strolling around the training ground, and they staggered to Sun Desheng's territory. At this time, Sun Desheng was conducting equestrian stabbing training.

Li Yunlong took a look and found that there were soldiers wearing special forces uniforms among the trained cavalry, including Wang Meng and Zhang Xuan.

"Wang Meng, Zhang Xuan, come here!"

Wang Meng and Zhang Xuan got off their horses, ran over happily and saluted.

"This is the cavalry company's training ground. Why are you two here? Do you want to hang out with Sun Desheng?"

Wang Meng and Zhang Xuan felt a little embarrassed, so they gathered together the special forces soldiers who could not ride horses to "learn from them". After all, they were not yet equipped with Bobcat all-terrain vehicles and various other vehicles, so they could only learn to ride horses to make do.

As for Lin Shubing, he is a son of a wealthy family and has mastered horse riding to perfection at the horse farm.

Therefore, Wang Meng and Zhang Xuan were like new recruits in a cavalry company, being ordered around by Sun Desheng.

Sun Desheng used to work in Shi Yousan's 69th Army Cavalry Regiment. He served as a cavalryman for more than ten years to repay Shi Yousan for saving his life.

Later, Shi Yousan defected to the Japanese. Sun Desheng saw that he had almost repaid his gratitude and he did not want to be a traitor, so he simply ran away and defected to the New 1st Regiment.

Later, he made a deal with Ding Wei and exchanged Sun Desheng.

Zhao Gang looked at Sun Desheng with a shaved head, and had doubts in his heart because he had just seen him swearing at the soldiers on the training ground.

"Captain Sun, some soldiers reported that you beat and scolded soldiers during training. You must pay attention to this in the future. Our team strictly prohibits beating and insulting soldiers."

Sun Desheng looked aggrieved. He used to be in the 69th Army Cavalry Regiment, where he was the one who had the final say. He would whip the disobedient and incompetent soldiers. Now he was just kicked and scolded with his "three-inch golden lotus" and he couldn't stand it?

Li Yunlong began to interrupt.

"Captain Sun, I will teach you. Next time you meet a soldier who can't be taught, hold his arm and tell him, 'Brother, I beg you to learn well!'"

After Li Yunlong finished speaking, he pulled Wang Meng aside and started chatting with him, leaving Sun Desheng and Zhao Gang behind, the two of them staring at each other like Zhang Fei threading a needle hole.

"Anyway, you should be careful in the future and control the scale yourself!"

After Zhao Gang finished speaking, he ran away with Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong took Wang Meng for a walk, and after discussing it, the two decided to go to the logistics department of the headquarters to exchange some things.

The equipment that was brought back from Wanjia Town last time was probably the replacement Hanyang-made rifles and old sleeves, which were still piled up in the warehouse. Now, even Li Yunlong's county brigade and district squad looked down on these equipment and moved them all onto the truck.

Li Yunlong drove a truck with Wang Meng to the logistics department.

When Logistics Minister Zhang Wanhe saw Li Yunlong driving a large truck, he quickly asked the guards to lock the warehouse. This guy always came to steal and rob, and he felt he was at a disadvantage every time he didn't steal.

"Li Yunlong, are you here to return my 1,000 sets of military uniforms?"

"What military uniform? I'm here to ask Minister Zhang, a fellow villager from Dabie Mountain, for help. Please pack the rice, flour, and pork for me."

"Last time you wanted to take my military uniform, and this time you wanted to take my rice and flour. What's the matter, Li Yunlong, you are picky about food now, you can't eat black flour? You have to eat white flour?"

Li Yunlong pointed at Wang Meng and pulled Zhang Wanhe aside.

"See? These are our international friends. They have come from afar to help us fight the Japanese invaders. They work for us without any hope of getting rich or getting promoted, but just for a bite to eat. How can we not be satisfied?"

Zhang Wanhe had indeed heard of the name Wang Meng in the Logistics Department, but he couldn't say anything else. But the cotton and cloth for the thousands of military uniforms that Li Yunlong sent when he was the director of the clothing factory, how could they be fake?

This international friend is really nice.

"Okay, for the sake of our international friends, I'll give you ten bags of flour. Don't be in a hurry to thank me. Get me a Japanese sword."

"Hey, hey, give me ten more bags of flour and I'll get you a Japanese woman."

"Go, go, get out of here."

Li Yunlong burst into laughter. It was a good deal to exchange a Japanese sword for ten bags of flour.

"Minister Wan, do you want the old Hanyang-made barrel? I'll give it to you!"

Zhang Wanhe looked at Li Yunlong, who had been so stingy in the past, and felt a little unsure. This kid has always been like putting Yuanxiao in a teapot - all that goes in is not out. He won't come to trick him again, will he?

"Li Yunlong, I don't dare to take your things. You are full of tricks."

"What are you talking about? I, Li Yunlong, am a well-known honest man. If you go and have a look in my car, you will see that it is genuine and full of good stuff, more than a hundred rods."

Zhang Wanhe climbed onto the car with half belief and half doubt, and sure enough, there were hundreds of rifles. Although they were all Hanyang-made and used old chambers, they were better than having nothing.

"How to change?"

"One gun for ten kilograms of flour."

Zhang Wanhe clapped his hands and carried him behind him.

"You'd better take it back. I can't afford it. How can I get you a thousand kilograms of flour?"

Li Yunlong saw Zhang Wanhe was about to leave, so he quickly pulled him back, his face smiling as brightly as a chrysanthemum.

"Don't go. You're asking for a high price and paying it back right away. Can you at least bargain for me? Besides, I'm not picky. As long as it's edible, I want it all, canned food, pork, beef and mutton. If all else fails, you can just catch me a few quails!"

Zhang Wanhe saw that Li Yunlong was determined to exchange with him, and other troops were also short of weapons and ammunition. In the end, he exchanged 100 guns for a whole truck of flour, pork, and canned food.

"Li Yunlong, you are really a local rich man now. When you get rich in the future, don't forget our fellow villagers. Whatever you can get, such as the Type 99 rifle, the pheasant neck, the Type 92 infantry gun, or the tank, I will give it to you in exchange!"

"Hey, do you want the Japanese emperor's pants? You also want a tank, but Old Li doesn't have any!"

Wang Meng was delighted when he heard this, "This is possible!"

Just as Li Yunlong was moving flour and pork to the kitchen and preparing to make dumplings, an explosion was heard from the direction of the logistics hospital's narrow opening.