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

Li Yunlong and Chu Yunfei continued to move forward and arrived at the artillery training ground, where they saw a group of special forces soldiers wearing desert camouflage.

Chu Yunfei looked at Li Yunlong with a questioning look, implying: "Can you explain it to me?"

Li Yunlong turned a blind eye.

"Come on, come on, and take a look at our artillery training."

The special forces members cooperated with each other to skillfully carry out the 50mm mortar's setup, aiming, and firing preparations. Their coordination was enough to maximize the mortar's performance.

"Brother Yunlong, these soldiers are well-trained. They should be veteran artillerymen, right?"

"No, no, they are all rookies. They just have good brains, but the rest is not worth mentioning."

Chu Yunfei was too lazy to ask, as Li Yunlong never told the truth.

Chu Yunfei looked over and took a look at the mortars, infantry guns, and anti-tank guns. He became curious about how Li Yunlong got so many good things. These were brand new guns, definitely not captured ones!

"Brother Yunlong, how many of these cannons do you have left?"

"How many more are there? Brother Yunfei, you really treat me like a local tycoon. These are all our assets. The entire independent regiment only has three or five guns. When our independent regiment needs artillery support, your 358th Regiment must help us."

Looking at Li Yunlong's cunning eyes, Chu Yunfei would never believe Li Yunlong's lies. He estimated that there were at least seventeen or eighteen more.

If Li Yunlong knew that Chu Yunfei was probably only 17 or 18 years old, he would probably laugh so hard that his jaw would dislocate.

Then we turned around and came to the training ground of the first battalion, where they were conducting bayonet training.

Chu Yunfei looked at the soldiers' swords and felt relieved. Li Yunlong was right. Some of their soldiers could only use swords to kill the enemy.

However, watching the independent regiment soldiers' training that was infinitely close to actual combat, I felt a little scared. Fortunately, the Eighth Route Army was not their enemy, at least not now.

The last stop in the village was the training ground of the Second Battalion, where shooting training was ongoing.

The brand new Mauser rifles fired in unison, hitting the target over a hundred meters ahead with a bang.

"Brother Yunlong, didn't you say that the guns of the independent regiment soldiers were all different? Why do I see that they are all Mauser rifles?"

Li Yunlong frowned.

"Brother Yunfei, I dare not lie to you. Look, the squad leader in front of you is not holding a Mauser rifle, and the fat man in front of you is not holding a Mauser rifle!"

Chu Yunfei walked over quickly. Wow, the squad leader was holding a submachine gun and the fat guy was holding a general-purpose machine gun.

Chu Yunfei felt a little dizzy. You, Li Yunlong, call this a jack of all trades? Even our Jinsui Army doesn't have such good equipment!

Wait, squad leader? Does every squad leader have a submachine gun?

"Brother Yunlong, how many people are there in your independent regiment now?"

"Not more, not less, three battalions."

"Oh."

Chu Yunfei once again put his heart at ease. Fortunately, there were only three battalions.

Li Yunlong was telling the truth. There were indeed only three battalions, but he did not say that each battalion had six companies, nor did he say that each company had four platoons. He also did not say that there was a cavalry company, an anti-tank company, an artillery company, a transport company, plus a medical team and a special operations team.

Chu Yunfei took a walk and followed Li Yunlong back to the regiment headquarters. He had a new understanding of Li Yunlong's independent regiment.

In the past, he only thought that the independent regiment was fearless and brave in fighting, all relying on their courage. But now it seems that the soldiers of the independent regiment have reached a level of personal tactical training and weaponry that seems to scare him.

Chu Yunfei, who is usually arrogant and a little bit proud, is not 100% sure of defeating the independent regiment.

"Brother Yunlong, your unit's weapons and equipment and combat proficiency are indeed first-rate. It is a blessing for me, Chu, to be able to fight alongside such an outstanding unit as yours. It is a blessing for the Chinese people that China has a unit like the Independent Regiment."

"No, no, it's the duty of a soldier to defend the country. Since we wear this uniform, we must be worthy of the people behind us. If not for anything else, it's for our brothers and sisters."

"Okay! Brother Yunlong, I want to stay in your department for a few days. You are not just talking about war on paper, right?"

When Li Yunlong heard this, he was like, "You're the one who's watching the show and you're picking the show? Do you want me, Li Yunlong, to perform for you?"

Li Yunlong, Zhao Gang and Wang Meng started to discuss the issue at the regiment headquarters. Now the Japanese were troubled by the independent regiment's training method that combined actual combat with theory, and they were hiding in the artillery tower and dared not show their heads.

"Damn it, these little Japanese soldiers are like they are in confinement after childbirth, hiding in their gun towers and refusing to come out. They even want to poop on the kang."

Li Yunlong was so angry that his teeth were itching. In the past, when the independent regiment went out to have a bite to eat, they could get some canned Japanese beef and some white bread dumplings. Now they can only eat their own family’s stored food. Old Li feels so sad!

"Captain, have you forgotten that we have artillery? How about we go and set up a few strongholds for fun? Wang Chengzhu keeps saying that fake aiming and fake shooting are pointless, so let them all fire a cannon!"

Li Yunlong slapped his thigh and burst into laughter.

"Oh, look at my brain. I'm so used to being poor that I even forgot that we have artillery. Okay, let's go to the Baijia Village stronghold tomorrow!"

Zhao Gang was a little worried. This involved the use of guns and artillery, which was a serious military mission. Should he report this to the brigade commander?

"Old Li, should we write a report to the brigade commander and ask for instructions?"

"Oh, no need. We are just going out for a drill. If the Japs are unlucky enough to run into us, it will be their own bad luck."

Early the next morning, the artillery training class and the special forces company gathered together and prepared to march towards Baijia Village.

Wang Chengzhu hugged the 75mm infantry gun like his beloved wife, with a face full of nine parts pride and one part regret. He was proud that he, Wang Chengzhu, had to fire the first shot, but regretted that he did not get to practice with the 150mm infantry gun.

Just as Li Yunlong and Wang Meng were preparing to set off, the Japanese troops in the direction of Taiyuan began to move unusually, and the 9th Brigade began to march towards the base.

Zhao Gang walked over in a hurry.

"Old Li, the headquarters called and the Japanese 9th Brigade began to march towards our base. The boss asked us to cancel the operation and move to Chenjiayu to protect the headquarters."

Li Yunlong looked at Zhao Gang and wondered if our Political Commissar Zhao had gone to tell tales again?

"No, how could the Japanese know the decision I made yesterday so quickly? Besides, is it worth it for me, an independent regiment, to use a brigade of Japanese to deal with it?"

Li Yunlong first sent out the scouts, then unfolded the map and began to work on it.

Chu Yunfei took off his gloves and couldn't help showing off his skills. Li Yunlong was stunned by the beautiful drawings and insisted on keeping Chu Yunfei to be his advisor.

"Brother Yunlong, let's talk about whether to serve as a staff officer later. Now tell me what to do now? Should we go to protect the headquarters, or go see what the Japanese are doing?"

Wang Meng hesitated to speak...