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

Zhang Dabiao's battalion raised their submachine guns that were emitting smoke in a cool manner and nodded at the soldiers.

"Clean up the battlefield and take back everything you can. And those white flour buns, it's such a waste to feed them to these pigs!"

The soldiers rushed in and carried back all the light and heavy machine guns, Type 38 rifles, grenades, bullets, mortars and grenade launchers that had not been blown up, and most importantly, food and drinks.

Zhang Dabiao proudly took back the Japanese helmets and puppet soldiers' hats. He couldn't just make up stories when he reported the results of the battle. These were the best evidence.

When Zhang Dabiao arrived at the base, he placed the captured equipment on the training ground and proudly stepped on the Japanese helmets.

The second and third battalions also returned triumphantly afterwards, and tacitly laid out the captured supplies in an orderly manner.

Li Yunlong, Zhao Gang and Wang Meng all ran to the training ground to watch the fun.

Li Yunlong walked around the Japanese equipment with a grin on his face. If it were in the past, he would have been so happy that his nose would be bubbling with joy. But now that he has become rich, he really looks down on these Japanese equipment!

"Each battalion reports its results and casualties!"

The first battalion commander, Zhang Dabiao, was always the first in fighting and naturally the first in reporting military achievements.

"Our first battalion didn't kill many enemies this time, 33 devils and 135 puppet soldiers. We brought back all the helmets and caps. We also had five light and heavy machine guns, 5 rifles, one mortar, three grenade launchers, and more than 145 rounds of various bullets."

"How much damage did your first battalion suffer?"

"Reporting to the regiment commander, 10 people were killed, 15 were injured, 75 81mm artillery shells and 50 125mm mortar shells were consumed."

Immediately afterwards, the Second Battalion Commander Shen Quan and the Third Battalion Commander Wang Huaibao also reported the battle results and casualties, which were similar to those of the First Battalion, so it could be considered a draw!

After Shen Quan and Wang Huaibao finished their report, the two of them joined in the same tune and started teasing each other.

"Alas, some people boasted loudly before they set out, and those who didn't know thought we were fighting in Taiyuan. Are we facing a large group of Japanese soldiers? Aren't our second and third battalions similar?"

"Hehe, that's right, I thought he was very capable."

Zhang Dabiao threw his hat down again and unbuttoned his discipline button.

"Stop being so sarcastic. If you want to blame someone, blame it on the fact that there are too few Japanese soldiers in the base. If a large group came, our entire battalion would still wipe them out!"

"Oh, aren't you afraid of your tongue being blown away by the strong wind?"

"Don't just talk big, let's practice. Don't say I'm bullying you, Old Shen. You and Old Wang come at me together. If I don't break a few of your ribs today, I'm afraid you won't know how to write the "one" in the first battalion!"

"Come on, come on!"

After talking, Shen Quan and Wang Huaibao began to take off their clothes and prepared to start practicing.

"Lao Wang, take a rest first. We don't need both of us to beat him!"

When Zhao Gang saw that they were about to fight, he stepped forward to stop them.

Li Yunlong looked at the three people coldly, his unhappiness written directly on his face.

"Fight, why the hell are you not fighting anymore? We've fired so many shells but we've achieved so few results. Not even one shell can kill a single enemy. What a bunch of losers!"

The three battalion commanders lowered their heads dejectedly. It was indeed a loss based on the ratio of shells to heads!

"When we were poor, the whole regiment only had a few mortars, but we still beat the Japanese into submission. Now that we have more mortars, we can't fight anymore?"

"Did you try to find out the enemy's capabilities before the battle? Their firepower configuration and position? In the past, we had fewer shells, and each shell was extremely valuable, so we used them wisely! Now, we can just bombard them at will!"

Zhang Dabiao and the other two buried their heads even deeper, not daring to look up.

Indeed, with the new guns and new cannons, the three battalions began to become arrogant, throwing all the previous tactics behind their backs and even forgetting pre-war reconnaissance!

If we had found out the enemy's artillery and machine gun positions earlier and used infantry artillery to target them in advance, perhaps more than a dozen soldiers would not have been sacrificed.

"Put the seized supplies here, and all officers above the battalion level in the regiment will go to the training class!"

"Yes!"

Lin Shubing had already prepared the content of the class, which was about the coordination between infantry and artillery, so that these battalion-level commanders could learn how to use artillery and how to maximize the power of artillery.

Li Yunlong looked at the supplies on the training ground and winked at Wang Meng.

"Mengzi, what should we do with these equipment? Take them to the headquarters to exchange for some food?"

"Row!"

Li Yunlong is popular and people always think of him. As soon as he returned to the regiment headquarters, the phone started ringing.

"Hello, Brigade Commander. I, Li Yunlong, send my greetings to you!"

"Li Yunlong, congratulations on your prosperity!"

Li Yunlong thought to himself that something was wrong and he was probably going to be robbed again.

"Brigade Commander, what kind of wealth are you trying to get? Although Lao Li is a little better off now than before, he still has no food to eat."

"Stop it, stop it now. Did you enjoy attacking the three enemy strongholds today? I don't want any food or drinks, just give me half of the guns and bullets!"

There was no point in Li Yunlong keeping those guns and bullets, as the county brigades and district squads under him had already replaced their weapons with Type 772 rifles, and their light weapons were better than those of the nd Regiment.

But these guns and bullets were what Li Yunlong was going to exchange for rice and flour to improve his life. How could they be snatched away by just a single word from Brigade Commander Chen?

"Brigade Commander, I had worked so hard to get these supplies, and I was planning to mix them with some food and drink. The independent regiment is not short of guns and bullets, but rice and flour."

"Hey, Li Yunlong, you are doing well now. You have started to eat rice and flour? I don't want it for free. If you want to eat rice and flour, I will give you a ton! And canned beef!"

"Really?"

"Do you want it or not? If you don't want it, forget it!"

Li Yunlong quickly loaded half of the guns and bullets onto the truck, and drove to the brigade headquarters with Wang Meng.

Li Yunlong was wondering, why is the brigade commander so nice to him now? He used to beg him on his knees for supplies, but now he is taking the initiative to give him rice, flour, and pork?

No, there's a problem!

When they arrived at Yangjiagou, one mile away from the brigade headquarters, Li Yunlong asked the soldiers accompanying him to unload all the guns and bullets and send the truck back home, for fear that the brigade commander would seize his truck again.

Li Yunlong stood in place and shouted out the visible and hidden sentries at the top of his voice.

"Hurry up and report to the brigade commander. I, Li Yunlong, am here to give him a gift!"

When the brigade commander saw the tire tracks around Li Yunlong from afar, he knew that this guy was definitely trying to guard against him.

"Li Yunlong, have you learned to be smart?"

"Hehe, our independent group has a weak foundation and cannot withstand any hardship. We dare not jump in the tiger's den."

"We fired hundreds of shells in one battle, and you tell me you're poor? Don't lie to me!"

"Oh, it's these prodigal sons who squandered all the money I worked so hard to save. Take the guns for example. In the past, rifles fired one bullet at a time, but now, submachine guns and machine guns can use dozens of bullets at a time! If we didn't have any equipment, I would have thrown away these guns long ago!"

"Okay, I'll trade you a Type 38 rifle tomorrow!"

Li Yunlong panicked when he heard this. He originally wanted to play the victim, but he didn't expect to be outmaneuvered.

"No, Brigade Commander. Oh, and what about our rice, flour, and pork? Are you bullying us honest people?"

"Bullshit, you are the only one who is honest? Follow me!"