I, the director of the clothing factory, have unlimited soldiers!

As for shooting training,

Qin Hai handed it over to Chen Lie with confidence. After all, professionals have their own unique insights and are familiar with all kinds of firearms knowledge. Qin Hai listened for a long time but was still confused.

At last,

After Qin Hai's reminder, Chen Liecai explained various firearms knowledge and shooting techniques in the most down-to-earth language.

Thanks to the rewards from the system, Qin Hai is now very wealthy, and even uses real guns and live ammunition for shooting training.

Fortunately, these reinforced militiamen have received military training and have accurate shooting skills. Under Qin Hai's arrangement,

A shooting echelon was quickly formed, with those with good marksmanship at the front and so on.

After a long busy time,

The live-fire test yielded fruitful results, and the senior soldiers with excellent marksmanship have clearly defined their respective echelon positions.

The reinforced battalion of 600 people may seem like a lot of people;

But for Qin Hai, to deal with the puppet cavalry battalion in Wanjia Town, he must have at least 1,500 men under his command.

of course,

Expanding the size of the army is not an easy task, but relying on the system is not a long-term solution. Qin Hai feels that self-reliance is the key.

then,

Qin Hai quickly called instructor Jiang Dashan and spread the news to nearby villages through the clothing factory, saying that those who were willing to fight against the Japanese could sign up at the Dai Dawang Village Clothing Factory.

but,

This news did not have a good effect. This place was originally a logistics base, and new soldiers had just been recruited not long ago. Most of the soldiers willing to fight against the Japanese had been sent to the front line.

Therefore, Qin Hai's recruitment work took nearly half a month, and he only recruited more than 20 new soldiers.

This put Qin Hai in a difficult position.

In the afternoon of June 29th,

Qin Hai, the director of the clothing factory, was processing documents in his office when instructor Jiang Dashan hurried in with an old farmer without knocking on the door.

"Captain, we have made a great discovery!"

Before Qin Hai could ask any questions, Instructor Jiang Dashan took the initiative to explain his purpose.

"This fellow is the village chief Lin of Xiahuang Village. He has important information to tell you directly. I wanted to do it for him, but he insisted on seeing you in person."

Instructor Jiang Dashan seemed a little helpless. The war was urgent, and the village chief of Xiahuang Village did not seem to be joking, so he had to bring people here immediately.

"Important information?"

Qin Hai put down his pen, stood up immediately, and poured a cup of tea for Village Chief Lin.

"Uncle Lin, I'm Qin Hai, you can tell me the news without worry!"

Village Chief Lin heard this and said with a hint of uncertainty on his face: "Are you Qin Hai? The one who led the clothing factory to victory not long ago?"

Qin Hai nodded embarrassedly.

"So you are Director Qin. I didn't expect you to be so young and promising. You are really a young man to be feared!"

When Village Chief Lin heard Qin Hai's name, he immediately stood up, shook Qin Hai's hand, and said excitedly.

"Don't get excited, village chief. Tell me what's going on slowly!"

Qin Hai advised softly.

It can be seen that Village Chief Lin looks nervous. It is not a short journey from Xiahuang Village to the bedding factory, and he must be exhausted from the journey.

"Director Qin, here's what happened. Some time ago, some villagers in Xiahuang Village were filling potholes and repairing roads, and my son was among them."

"But not long ago, my son told me that it seemed that every week, a Japanese transport convoy would pass by. There were quite a lot of people, hundreds of people, and large trucks lined up in a long line."

Village chief Lin gestured as he spoke, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Qin Hai frowned slightly when he heard this, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

"The devil's large-scale transport force?"

Qin Hai muttered to himself, "Once a week, there are hundreds of Japanese escorting them, so the supplies must be quite considerable."

"Uncle, did your son tell me what was on the car?"

Qin Hai asked again.

Village Chief Lin shook his head helplessly.

"I couldn't see exactly what was loaded. My son said there were a lot of trucks, at least dozens of them, and they were driving around in the dust. I couldn't see clearly from too far away, and the trucks were covered with black cloth."

Qin Hai listened, his eyes rolled, and he had a plan in mind.

Massive transport of troops!

It is very likely that they are the devil’s weapons and food reserves!

They were covered with black cloth during transportation, and the security was so strict that it was obviously to prevent reconnaissance by the Eighth Route Army. In Qin Hai's opinion, this should be the only reasonable explanation!

A transport team of hundreds of people and dozens of trucks. If it was really as Qin Hai guessed, he was fully capable of intercepting it.

but,

This is an important transportation line for the Japanese. Moreover, it is not easy to deal with hundreds of Japanese. If you are not careful, you will lose your life.

Although these militiamen have undergone considerable training, they have never experienced a real battlefield and must be fully prepared mentally if sacrifice is involved.

wrong!

The Japanese devils are short of manpower, where do these hundreds of devils come from?

"Uncle Lin, did your son tell me what those devils looked like, and whether there were any puppet troops among them?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Village Chief Lin seemed to remember something and immediately nodded in response.

"That's right, I remember now. Most of those cargo convoys were puppet soldiers, the traitors wearing yellow hats. My son recognized them from a distance!"

As the head of Huangcun Village spoke, he wished he could kill these traitors with one stroke. After all, compared with those cruel and ruthless people who lived a good life, these traitors who killed their own people were more infuriating.

"it is as expected!"

After hearing the village chief's confirmation, Qin Hai's guess came true. If the opponent was just a few hundred people who lived a good life, such a large-scale battle would inevitably lead to sacrifice and bloodshed.

But if people who live a good life join the puppet army, the fight will be a different matter.

After all, these puppet soldiers are nothing but silver-plated gun tips. They can't stand a fight, and they will probably run away without a trace after two of them die.

If a war breaks out at that time, not only will it fail to enhance their fighting power, but it may also cause trouble for them. This is a good opportunity.

"Uncle Village Chief, you really helped me a lot this time. Where is your son? Why don't you call him over so I can ask him about the situation in detail."

Qin Hai spoke enthusiastically, treating the village chief of Huangcun as his own family.

“My son came with me but I didn’t let him into the house.”

When the village chief heard that Director Qin wanted to see Fu Hai, he could no longer sit still and shouted to the outside world.

"My son Fu Hai, come quickly, the Eighth Route Army comrades want to see you!"

As soon as the words fell,

There was an immediate response from outside, and a tall and strong young man ran in hurriedly.

"I'm here!"

Fu Hai scratched his head, then bowed respectfully to Qin Hai and Jiang Dashan.

"My name is Lin Fuhai, hello, two Eighth Route Army comrades!"

The voice was loud, and it seemed that this young man admired the Eighth Route Army very much.

"Don't stand there, Comrade Fu Hai, let's sit down and talk first."

Qin Hai said with a smile, and Fu Hai saw that the two Eighth Route Army comrades were so friendly, so he sat down next to his father.

"These two are the commanders of the Eighth Route Army. You will answer whatever they ask you. Do you understand me?"

The village chief Huang patted his son on the head and gave him many instructions.

Hearing this,

The naive Fu Hai nodded, indicating that he understood.

Seeing this scene,

Qin Hai poured him a cup of hot tea and began to ask about the Japanese transport team.