Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

"Hahaha, brothers from the Eighth Route Army! Thank you so much!!"

"Oh! Thank you so much!"

"Your army is truly a divine force sent from heaven!!"

Wang Lin, commander of the 24th Division of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army, led his troops forward and charged forward.

Looking at Zhou Weiguo who was commanding the troops to clean up the battlefield, he greeted him enthusiastically.

He also heard the noise behind the Japanese just now. If the Eighth Route Army had not suddenly attacked from behind, it would have taken them an unknown amount of time to break through the Japanese position.

And even if they break through, there will definitely be heavy casualties.

"Haha, you're welcome. We are all Chinese soldiers, and fighting the Japanese is our job."

"If you hadn't been blocking the enemy from behind, we might not have been able to annihilate them."

Zhou Weiguo also greeted him warmly and the two shook hands.

"I am Wang Lin, the commander of the 24th Division of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. What's your name, brother?"

"Hello, Commander Wang. I am the commander of the Eighth Route Army. You can just call me Zhou Weiguo."

The two of them got to know each other.

"Captain Zhou! What about your weapons and equipment?..."

"If I'm not mistaken, this thing is a tank, right? And your gun..."

"Forgive my poor eyesight, I have fought in battles for half my life, how come I don't recognize any of them..."

While Wang Lin was talking, he saw the tank company not far away and glanced at the guns in the hands of the Eighth Route Army soldiers.

Wang Lin was so happy that he didn't even notice it.

Now that he saw it clearly, he rubbed his eyes quickly. Oh my god, is this the Eighth Route Army? !

Didn’t they say that the Eighth Route Army was so poor that they were peeing blood? This is fucking poverty?!

If this is poverty, then what are the Jinsui Army? Beggars?

Wang Lin thought that his brain had been damaged by the Japanese artillery shells, and it was totally unbelievable.

"Haha, this..."

Before Zhou Weiguo finished speaking, Fan Jian, commander of the 22nd Division of the Central Army, also came over.

"Ahahaha, Commander Wang, how are you? Your Shanxi-Suiyuan Army is really something to behold!"

"It's faster than us!"

Fan Jian walked towards Wang Lin with a forced smile and said.

"Humph! What an eyesore!"

"When charging into battle, you hide at the back, but when you want to gain credit, you rush to the front. What a jerk!"

"Thank you, brother. I'm leaving now! See you later!"

When Wang Lin, commander of the 24th Division of the Shanxi Suiyuan Army, saw Fan Jian's figure, he snorted coldly, said something to Zhou Weiguo, and then left!

"Hey... Commander Wang..."

"Humph! What a jerk! Why is a division commander of a ragtag unit so arrogant?"

Fan Jian snorted coldly and muttered.

It was obvious that Fan Jian was very dissatisfied with Wang Lin's attitude.

Although they are all division commanders, he is the division commander of the Central Army. That is the direct force of the commander, and he is born to be the son of a noble family.

Naturally, he is much more honorable than the division commander of local troops such as the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army.

Unexpectedly, when he took the initiative to greet Wang Lin, the other party dared not to give him face and just walked away.

"Haha, brother! Are you from the Eighth Route Army?"

"I see your weapons and equipment are better than our Central Army's."

"Although I have never seen these tanks, I do recognize that MG-42 machine gun."

"Brother, let me tell you, do you, the Eighth Route Army, have any way to get external aid?..."

Fan Jian glanced greedily at the weapons and equipment of Division 1, handed Zhou Weiguo a cigarette, and asked tentatively.

He didn't expect that the Eighth Route Army had so many good things that he had never seen before.

He heard clearly what happened here just now. The firepower of the Eighth Route Army was like free firecrackers, and it lasted even longer than the firecrackers during the New Year.

The Eighth Route Army is such a poor army, it is impossible for them to have such good things. They must have colluded with the Russians again.

If he could find out the truth about this matter and report it to his superiors, it would be a great achievement!

Zhou Weiguo naturally knew that Fan Jian had bad intentions, and combined with Wang Lin's attitude towards him just now, Zhou Weiguo also roughly knew who Fan Jian was.

"Oh, we, the Eighth Route Army, are notoriously poor. Everyone looks down on us. How can we get any foreign aid?"

"Aren't all the foreign aid from the Americans from your Central Army? Although the Russians have aided us, it was just a drop in the bucket."

"It's totally incomparable to your Central Army."

Zhou Weiguo simply started practicing Tai Chi and said.

"That's not right. We are all family, so don't hide it from me, brother."

"Just talk to my brother and these 20 dollars will be yours."

Fan Jian looked around and saw no one was noticing him, so he secretly took out 20 yuan from his pocket and said with a sly look.

In Fan Jian's opinion, although the Eighth Route Army before them was well-equipped, they were still just dirtbags with little food and clothing. His 20 yuan was enough to impress Zhou Weiguo.

Zhou Weiguo just wanted to laugh now. This Fan Jian was just treating beggars badly.

"Okay! Haha!"

"Since the commander has said so, I can't not give him face!"

"But this is the secret of our army, and we have discipline!"

"...You have to pay more!"

Zhou Weiguo frowned and pretended to be very embarrassed. After thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said.

"Oh? 100 dollars!"

When Fan Jian heard this, his eyes lit up. It seemed like there was hope.

It is said that the Eighth Route Army's hearts cannot be changed by money, and their will cannot be taken away by steel. Today, it seems that this is just the case.

Even a regimental commander is obsessed with money, let alone his soldiers.

If this is the case, maybe we can take their weapons and equipment...

The gun is dead, but the ocean is alive...

If this succeeds, he will be able to get eight or ten MG42s for the Eighth Route Army, and the military commander will definitely reward him.

If... it would be best if we could get a few tanks. This thing looks powerful, much more powerful than the Central Army's tanks...

Maybe the boss will promote him again...

Fan Jianxi couldn't help himself, everything was under his control.

"100 dollars? Sir, are you kidding? What can you do with 100 dollars? It's not even enough to sell me such important information."

"Forget it. I don't think you are sincere. Let's just forget about it and pretend we haven't met today!"

Zhou Weiguo's face turned black in an instant, and he spoke sternly.

You should appreciate the money that comes to your door, but this guy gave too little.

Zhou Weiguo knew that the First Division had no shortage of money. The soldiers had more than enough to spend on their military pay, not to mention him as the regiment commander, whose pay was already sky-high.

Such military pay is considered one of the highest in the world.

The Japanese army only had 2 yen a day at the time, which was not enough to buy a chicken in their own country, so after invading China, they often robbed livestock and poultry.

Even the most luxurious American army, with a soldier making $50 a month, is not as good as a soldier in a division.

I can't spend all the money, I can't spend all the money...

"Well! Damn it! I'll give it my all!... 5000 dollars, plus 30 gold bars!"

"This is all my belongings!"

"Adjutant Liu! Give me all the money you have!"

Fan Jian gritted his teeth and offered a high price.