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

Li Yunlong, with his hands behind his back and smiling, walked around in front of the leading battalion commander.

"You bastards, you're lucky to have made it. Our brother, Captain Wang Meng, will train you from today. Those who are good at training will each be given a Mauser rifle, and those who are not so good will have to carry a fire stick!"

Everyone has witnessed the performance of Wang Meng's special forces in Cangyun Ridge, and they have been training under their noses all day long, which has shattered their arrogance, which used to be when they walked with their heads held high.

But there was someone who just didn't believe it, and that was Zhang Dabiao.

Zhang Dabiao had just returned from injury and had not seen the special forces training. He believed that Cang Yunling defeated Sakata with weapons and equipment. If his battalion had the equipment, they could have attacked Tokyo directly!

"Captain, why don't you just give the equipment to our battalion and let us train on our own? Captain Wang won't have to worry about it!"

When Wang Meng heard this, he was shocked. Wasn't this treating him as the Minister of Logistics?

"Captain Zhang, I've heard that your First Battalion is very powerful and arrogant. Today I got to see it for myself."

The two of them are at loggerheads.

"What's wrong? Come and practice with me if you don't agree?"

A strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. If Wang Meng doesn't show his true abilities today, he might not be able to hold on to this place.

"Okay, let's practice!"

Li Yunlong looked left and right with his small eyes. This kid Zhang Dabiao was indeed a bit cocky. Today he would see what Wang Meng was really capable of and at the same time dampen the morale of the first battalion.

"Okay, that's enough!"

The first game is naturally shooting.

Wang Meng picked a soldier at random from the team.

"Hey you, have a sparring match with the brothers from the first battalion. Don't use the Type 95 rifle, use the Mauser rifle, or people will look down on you!"

The special forces team has started practicing with the Mauser a long time ago these days, and all the Type 95s are sharpshooters. After getting a little familiar with the Mauser and feeding them a hundred or two hundred rounds of bullets, every shot is accurate.

Zhang Dabiao also selected the young hunter with the best shooting skills in the team. This little guy is not tall, but he is very accurate in shooting. He is also the first soldier in the first battalion to be equipped with the brand new Mauser.

A hundred meters away, twenty wooden stakes were inserted, and fist-sized lumps of earth were placed on top of the stakes.

Li Yunlong clapped his hands, "Everything is ready. Whoever knocks down ten clods of earth first will win! Ready, go!"

"Bang bang bang" the sound of gunfire continued, and almost at the same time, twenty clods of earth turned into yellow smoke in the sky.

Li Yunlong clapped his hands and cheered.

"Good! It's a draw!"

Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Zhang Dabiao and Wang Meng were both unwilling to accept the result and continued to pick people to come for a second time.

After six or seven rounds of competition, it was still a draw.

However, Zhang Dabiao began to sweat. The sharpshooters he had chosen were almost used up. Wang Meng seemed to have it easy and just randomly selected a soldier each time.

Finally, on the eighth attack, the first battalion was defeated.

"Captain Zhang, do you accept it? If not, let's continue."

Although Zhang Dabiao is competitive, he is also upright.

"I give up. I've run out of archers. Let's compete in stabbing. My big sword is no pushover!"

Li Yunlong asked people to bring wooden bayonets and broadswords.

"So exciting! In the second round, you can choose between a bayonet or a broadsword!"

Zhang Dabiao spat into his hand and took a big wooden knife in his hand.

"The quantity is a little off, so just make do with it! I'm good at using the sword!"

After losing the first game, Zhang Dabiao was determined to win the second one, so he went to the battlefield himself. His sword skills were so frightening even to the Japanese, not to mention that Wang Meng's troops didn't fight much in the Cangyun Ridge.

Winning the second game is like Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts, a piece of cake!

"Since you, Captain Zhang, have already gone up, we can't just send a small soldier up there. I'll do it!"

Zhang Xuan was just about to speak and show off his skills, but before he could open his mouth, Lin Shubing beat him to it.

"Captain, how about I do it? You're the Dagger Coach of the Grand Military Region. Isn't this a bit of a bully?"

"Okay, go ahead, but stop when you're done. Don't hurt Captain Zhang!"

When Zhang Dabiao heard this, he thought, this is just insulting me. He threw his hat down and started to fight.

"Toad yawns, what a big mouth! Choose a weapon!"

Lin Shubing was picky and picky, and was never satisfied no matter what he looked at. As a person who was in charge of ideological work, he decided to choose someone who was more polite.

He took out a 95-cm bayonet, found a branch on the ground, and cut a 25-cm stick according to the length of the bayonet.

"Okay, use this!"

Li Yunlong glanced at the instructor who wore glasses, was usually quiet and gentle, with displeasure. How could such a short stick be compared with the machete at Xifengkou?

Isn't this insulting?

"Zhang Dabiao, you better stand up for me!"

Zhang Dabiao raised his eyebrows, took a horse stance, and chopped with his knife.

But who would have known that the harmless Lin Shubing turned his head and dodged easily, then twisted his body and gently placed the small tree stick against Zhang Dabiao's waist.

"Captain Zhang, the kidney is gone."

Of course Zhang Dabiao was not convinced.

"I was careless. Let it happen again!"

Zhang Dabiao spat twice into his palm and clenched the knife tightly. This time he did not attack rashly, but took steady steps and dealt with Lin Shubing.

Are you comparing patience with a political worker? Lin Shubing followed Zhang Dabiao around in circles.

Zhang Dabiao's palms were getting more and more sweaty, and his knuckles were numb from pinching. He loosened his hands and prepared to secretly move his joints.

But this little detail was completely captured by Lin Shubing. At the moment when Zhang Dabiao's fingers loosened slightly, Lin Shubing used a tree stick to gently lift the knife up, then took a step and appeared in front of Zhang Dabiao.

At that time, the tree stick was only 0.01 centimeter away from Zhang Dabiao's throat.

"Captain Zhang, you've lost your head! Thanks!"

Zhang Dabiao was completely convinced. He put away his knife and clenched his fist.

"I'm inferior to others in skills, I surrender!"

In the third round of grenade throwing, Zhang Xuan, the record holder for hand grenades in the military region and known as the "human mortar", threw the grenade directly a hundred meters.

"I didn't eat enough today, so let's just leave it at that! Do you accept it?"

Zhang Dabiao turned around, saluted Li Yunlong, and then faced the soldiers of the first battalion.

"From today on, everyone should study hard and learn skills. If anyone dares to be lazy or make trouble, don't blame me, Zhang Dabiao, for turning my back on you!"

The combat effectiveness of the special forces team is indeed amazing. Li Yunlong has an idea in his mind. If the soldiers under his command can learn half of their skills, then what role will he, Cheng Xiazi, have in the main attack in the future?

(Blind Cheng was the head of the 386nd Regiment of the 772th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army. He was one of the only two "regular soldiers" in the 386th Brigade who received Chiang Kai-shek's salary.)

"From today on, the county brigade led by Brother Wang Meng will conduct a training for the New 1st Regiment. Those who train well will be given guns and eat meat, while those who train poorly will be fed to pigs!"

Wang Meng waved his hand, and the soldiers brought two boxes of Mauser rifles, took them out one by one and arranged them!

"Brothers, if you practice well, this gun is yours. If you don't practice well, it's useless to have a new gun! From now on, the outer perimeter security will be mainly responsible by our county brigade, you concentrate on training!"

The soldiers of the new regiment looked at the brand-new Mauser rifles and felt itchy in their hearts. The 30 Mauser rifles that the previous battalion had been allocated were all given to the squad leader, and the other soldiers could only envy them.

The opportunity is right in front of you, why not practice quickly?

Under the leadership of Zhang Xuan, each soldier of the special operations team was responsible for a platoon according to the established plan, and they were taken to do training mobilization and formation training.

Seeing that everyone had work to do, Li Yunlong prepared to take a nap, but just as he lay down on the kang, Wang Meng pulled him up.

"Captain Li, why are you lying down? You still have work to do!"