Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

"Comrades! The battle is over!"

"Everyone fought well! We killed more than 50,000 devils this time!"

"Capture 3 cities!"

"Now, I declare that Comrade Fang Zheng, the commander of the 1st Infantry Regiment, will lead the tank company and the 1st Infantry Regiment to garrison Qucheng!"

"Everyone quack quack!!"

Lin Tian stood on the stage and shouted loudly.

[Swish... Snap... Snap...]

There was thunderous applause in the team below, and the soldiers' faces were filled with smiles.

"Today, after breakfast, except for the 1st Regiment and the Tank Company, everyone else will retreat back to Laowang Mountain!"

"Zhou Weiguo! Leave all the artillery and heavy machine guns of the Second Regiment, including ammunition, to the comrades of the First Regiment!"

"Everyone, go down and get ready!"

Lin Tian ordered.

Lin Tian had considered it thoroughly. It was estimated that it would take them only two days to return to Laowang Mountain. Now there was not a single Japanese soldier on the way back.

Therefore, they don't need to carry heavy firepower equipment. If they really encounter the Japanese, the Japanese will not be their match with the light machine guns and submachine guns in their hands.

The Second Regiment's heavy firepower equipment is troublesome to carry on the road and will also slow down the march.

So they just handed it all over to Fang Zheng. One purpose was to strengthen the firepower of the regiment and consolidate the defense of Qucheng, and the other was to reduce the burden.

After the disbandment, the soldiers said goodbye to each other. After all, the next time they met would probably be the next big battle.

After breakfast, the troops set out one after another.

Lin Tian took the tank company commander Zhao Qulu back with him.

The tank company was led by its deputy company commander Sun Zhen.

Lin Tian now has more than a hundred tanks in the system, and this time he goes back he will train new tank soldiers.

No one except Zhao Qulu can accomplish this task.

……

Wing County.

Li Yunlong was sitting in the former Shanxi-Suiyuan Army Headquarters, drinking wine leisurely.

The side dishes and wine on the table also became richer, no longer just a plate of dried peanuts and traditionally brewed sweet potato cake.

Instead, there was a plate of pig head, a plate of braised beef, and a bottle of authentic Fenjiu.

Even the wine vessels were no longer the earthen bowls of the past, but two exquisite blue and white wine glasses.

Li Yunlong took a sip of wine, picked up a piece of pork head and put it in his mouth to taste it carefully.

The sharpness of the wine and the mellowness of the meat are intertwined and fully integrated.

"Ha! It feels so damn good!"

Li Yunlong exhaled a breath of alcohol and murmured with an intoxicated look on his face.

"Old Li! Old Li!"

Zhao Gang's anxious voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Great! Great for you, Li Yunlong!"

"You really know how to enjoy yourself! I'm busy running around here, but you're eating alone here every day!"

Zhao Gang kicked the door open and saw Li Yunlong drinking here. He was furious.

Zhao Gang, who had completely turned into a donkey, pointed at Li Yunlong's nose and started scolding him, making Li Yunlong laugh out loud.

"Hahaha, Old Zhao! It turns out you can curse, too!"

"I, Old Li, have grown up so big that even if the king of heaven came, he wouldn't dare to scold me!"

"How dare you scold me, but I just don't have the temper!"

"If you ask me, you are now integrated with the working class and peasant class!"

"Okay! You kid definitely won't let me drink. I can refuse to give face to anyone, but I can't refuse to give face to you, Political Commissar Zhao!"

"Hahaha, I'll withdraw right away, Huzi! Come on..."

Li Yunlong felt so relieved listening to Zhao Gang's scolding, his old face was filled with smiles, he was happier than if he had captured two cannons from the Japanese.

Then he waved his hand, called Hu Zi, and prepared to remove the wine, but was interrupted by Zhao Gang.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?! Ah? You've had enough to eat and drink!"

"I'm still hungry!"

"You kid, when you were at the base, you looked a bit like a group leader!"

"Now we are stationed in the county town. Look at you, you are like a wealthy landlord now!"

"Throw all the affairs of this group to me, and throw all the government affairs of the county to me!"

"I've been running around all day and I haven't had a single bite to eat yet!"

"You have to compensate me! Don't think I don't know that you secretly hid two pig heads among the supplies that the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army brought in last time! Aren't you afraid that they will rot? Hurry up and take them out. I need to eat!"

When Zhao Gang heard what Li Yunlong said, he pulled a donkey face, took off his holster and hat, slammed them on the desk in front of Li Yunlong, and said angrily.

"Oh, hahaha, look at my memory, how could I have forgotten our Political Commissar Zhao!"

"Old Zhao, please sit down. Please sit down. Today, Old Li will personally pour you some wine and cut some meat for you!"

"Haha, Lao Zhao, it's not like I'm pushing all the group's affairs onto you."

"There are hundreds of kilometers around Yi County, and there is not even a single devil!"

"I have Zhang Dabiao for daily training, and you, Lao Zhao, for life!"

"Another thing, this is shitty government affairs. Old Li has never experienced it before and can't even read official documents. How can I deal with it? You are an intellectual and a college student. You are good at dealing with these things. Please help Old Li!"

Li Yunlong filled Zhao Gang's glass with Fenjiu, then took out a half-braised pig's head from the box behind him and started to peel it for Zhao Gang.

"I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you are the head of the regular army after all. How can you be illiterate?"

"I asked you to learn to read and write before, but you refused to learn. Now you feel that not being able to read and write is not good, right?"

"Fighting is not just about passion. Have you ever thought about the future when the Japanese are driven out and the world is peaceful and there is no need to fight, what else can you do?"

Zhao Gang stuffed a few pieces of meat into his mouth, drank two full glasses of wine, and said to Li Yunlong.

"Oh, I won't hide it from you, buddy. I really felt it this time. It's not good to be uneducated."

"I really didn't think so much about the future before, but now that I've suddenly got some free time, I really feel like this isn't going to work."

"Haha, Lao Zhao, our Lao Li really wants to learn this time, you can't hide it!"

Li Yunlong filled Zhao Gang's glass with wine again and said with a laugh.

"Hey, that's more like it, Lao Li. As your partner, I'm really happy for you that you think this way."

"Come on, have a drink!"

Li Yunlong's words made Zhao Gang look incredulous. How could this guy Li Yunlong suddenly become a good student?

You know, when he said this before, Li Yunlong would directly say that he would go back to Dabie Mountains to be a bamboo craftsman in the future, or he would say that the superior was educated and kept calling people "Niang Xipi", but was driven to Chongqing by the Japanese.

Every time this happened, Zhao Gang would be furious.