Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

In Zhaojiayu, the threshing ground where the villagers were drying their grain was filled with Zhaojiayu villagers and soldiers from the independent regiment.

"Comrades! I gathered you together today, not for anything else, but because I have been idle for so long that my bones are rusty!"

"I'm sure you all know that today, Old Li will lead you to liberate Ping'an County!"

"This is the first time I've commanded a battle involving tens of thousands of people. Thank you so much!!"

"But before the battle begins, I have one more thing I want you all to know!"

"Come on! Bring the person up to me!!"

Li Yunlong stood opposite the crowd, pacing back and forth. Looking at the soldiers' passionate spirit and spirit, Li Yunlong was very pleased.

Zhang Dabiao opened his eyes wide and waved his hand. Two soldiers immediately dragged up Zhu Ziming, who had already collapsed on the ground.

"Comrades! Zhu Ziming, as the propaganda officer of the independent regiment, actually surrendered to the devils and became a traitor. He even dared to bring the devils back to attack our regiment headquarters. He is so audacious!"

"Today! Before the battle begins, I will personally judge this son-of-a-bitch traitor with Political Commissar Zhao in front of you and hundreds of other people in Zhaojiayu!"

"I'm going to execute him on the spot and use him as a sacrifice!!"

Li Yunlong adjusted his hat and pointed at Zhu Ziming who was pressed to the ground and spoke loudly.

"Kill this traitor!"

Xiuqin, who was among the crowd of fellow villagers, spoke first. She said that Zhu Ziming, the traitor, actually wanted to use her as a hostage that night. This was really intolerable.

Xiuqin hated traitors and running dogs the most in her life, let alone a traitor like Zhu Ziming.

"Kill the traitor!"

"Kill the traitor!"

Following Xiuqin's shout, the entire threshing floor became enraged and everyone shouted to kill Zhu Ziming.

Some of the angry villagers even picked up the stones under their feet and threw them at Zhu Ziming with all their strength.

Why not pick up clods of earth? Because clods of earth don't hurt as much as stones.

The folks of Zhaojiayu knew that if the Japanese had succeeded that night, they would have ended up dead.

The other soldiers of the independent regiment hated Zhu Ziming even more, including some of his former good comrades.

He dared to lead the Japanese to attack the regiment headquarters, and there was no other outcome except death.

"Captain! Political Commissar! I was wrong! I was wrong! Forgive me! I was forced to do this!!"

Zhu Ziming looked at the crowd around him, his eyes filled with fear as if they wanted to eat him alive.

He was afraid, afraid from the bottom of his heart.

He was also an Eighth Route Army soldier, and he loved and cared about his comrades and fellow villagers.

Zhu Ziming hated himself. If he had gritted his teeth a little more, wouldn't he have been able to get through it?

Even if he was tortured to death by Yamamoto, at least he was a martyr.

He didn't dare to look at the eyes of his fellow villagers, let alone the eyes of Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang.

He just knelt on the ground, banging his head against the ground repeatedly, begging Li Yunlong to forgive him.

"Zhu Ziming! Even if the king of heaven came today, he can't save you!"

"Don't worry, my sword is very fast!"

Li Yunlong took the big knife handed over by Hu Zi, flicked it, and the sound was crisp and loud. It must be very satisfying to chop off the head.

"Captain! Commander!"

Zhu Ziming looked at Li Yunlong coming towards him with a knife, the blade emitting a dazzling light. He shouted in fear, his pupils suddenly dilated. Zhu Ziming felt his legs go weak and he actually peed his pants out of fright.

But Li Yunlong would not listen to his begging for mercy. He chopped down with great force. A cold light flashed, and Zhu Ziming's noisy voice stopped abruptly. A bloody head rolled to the ground.

"good!!!!"

"Great kill!!!"

The crowd of onlookers suddenly burst into cheers that got louder and louder. It was naturally heartening to see the traitor being executed on the spot.

"Comrades! Our determination to kill the enemy and serve our country is unshakable!"

"The devils killed my compatriots and invaded my land. Every Chinese man should stand up to defend his country and fight against the invaders!"

"Traitors like Zhu Ziming deserve to be put to death!"

"Now! I declare... dinner is served! Action will begin after dinner!!"

Political Commissar Zhao Gang took a look at Zhu Ziming's head, took a step forward and shouted loudly.

There was a traitor in the army, and he, as the political commissar, had a great deal of responsibility.

Fortunately, the result was good and the brigade did not pursue the matter.

At Zhao Gang's command, all troops began to resupply in an orderly manner. The villagers knew that the soldiers were going to fight again, so they took out food and drinks from their homes and stuffed them into the soldiers' mouths.

Li Yunlong no longer considered discipline at this moment. The war was about to begin, and the soldiers must be well fed and well watered. Even if they died in battle, they could not starve to death.

Zhao Gang's dissuasion was just symbolic. He understood Li Yunlong's meaning, and he understood the simple feelings of the villagers even better.

The independent regiment is now completely different. Just now, Li Yunlong actually formed a reinforced artillery battalion, a 700-man artillery battalion equipped with 107 10mm rocket launchers, 15 Type 10 infantry guns, 75 Type 20 mountain guns, 60 Shanxi-made mm mountain guns, and a total of mortars and grenade launchers.

This kind of firepower configuration is simply unimaginable under normal circumstances.

In addition, each battalion is equipped with two mortars to increase firepower.

Li Yunlong wanted to concentrate on the use of artillery this time. It was too frustrating to fight without artillery in the past, so this time he had to fight with all his might.

"Captain, Commander Lin's men are here!"

"Commander Lin is here to deliver ammunition to us!!"

After the troops were disbanded, Li Yunlong, Zhao Gang and other cadres returned to the regiment headquarters. As soon as they sat down, they heard the signalman shouting in the yard.

"what?!"

“Hahaha, Old Zhao, if it’s Old Li who’s to say, Lin Tian is the most considerate person!!”

"Come on, let's go out and take a look!"

Upon hearing this, Li Yunlong stood up and walked out with his eyes wide open.

At the entrance of the village, ten trucks were lined up neatly, and the soldiers of the independent regiment had already begun unloading the goods excitedly.

"Hello, Captain Li. I'm Zhao Xiaolei from the First Division's Logistics Department. I'm here on the commander's orders to give Captain Li a gift!"

"Our commander said that he was unable to attend Captain Li's wedding in person. Please don't mind it, Captain Li!"

"But even if the person is not here, the gift must be received!"

As soon as Li Yunlong and others arrived, Zhao Xiaolei saluted.

"Hahaha, your commander is quite nice!"

"Do you have a list? Let Old Li take a look!"

Li Yunlong and others also raised their hands to return the greeting. Li Yunlong didn't care about these empty things. It didn't matter whether Lin Tian came or not. He was a commander of a military sub-district and deputy chief of staff of the Eighth Route Army. Naturally, he was busy with all kinds of affairs. He was not the kind of person who cared about ostentation.

But Li Yunlong couldn't resist the temptation of this real thing.

Lin Tian’s gift is definitely not ordinary.

Li Yunlong knew that the battle had already begun, and Lin Tian was not here to give any gifts at this time. He was just looking for an excuse to strengthen the firepower of the independent team.

The brigade commander must not think of taking his gift...