Bright Sword: I am Li Yunlong's old squad leader

"Transportation captain? What do you mean?"

“Without food or clothes, he was offered his bald head.

We don't have guns or cannons, but Baldy made them for us. If he's not the transport captain, then what is he?"

Brigade Commander Chen was delighted when he heard this: "Tianyou, what you said is very appropriate.

This guy is really a transport captain. Most of our weapons and equipment were provided by him."

"Report……"

"Come in……"

Wei Dayong ran in at a trot.

"Captain, there's someone outside who wants to see you and talk to you privately."

Wang Tianyou shook his head.

"I'm busy, who is the other party?"

"Captain, the other party refused to tell me. He said you would know when you met him."

"I won't see you. The monk told the kitchen staff to prepare two hard dishes. I want to keep the brigade commander for dinner today."

Brigade Commander Chen stood up and laughed, "I won't eat anymore.

The boss said that once the 50 yuan arrives, it will be sent directly to you."

“Brigade Commander Chen told the boss that I don’t need that money.

We have food and drink here.

If you need anything, just go and steal it from the Japanese."

Brigade Commander Chen nodded.

……

As soon as Commander Chen left, a guy rushed in and said, "Brother, you don't remember me, but we are still fellow villagers.

Brother, have you forgotten me? I am Zhang Zhijun. We lived in the same village when we were young. When I was bullied, you were the one who helped me vent my anger.

Wang Tianyou was just about to ask Wei Dayong to chase him away when he suddenly remembered that this guy was indeed his fellow villager, but now he was hanging out with Xishan.

Wang Tianyou frowned.

He certainly hadn't forgotten.

The person in front of me is a big wimp, a wimp with no ability at all and only relies on his mouth.

"Just tell me what you want to say." Wang Tianyou didn't even think of inviting the other party into the house.

"Brother, this matter is of great importance. Let's go inside and talk slowly." Zhang Zhijun smiled flatteringly, "Brother, the two recent battles were fought so beautifully that the whole country was shocked."

"Zhang Zhijun, if you have anything to say, just say it. If you are a lobbyist for Xishan, I will kick you out directly."

When Zhang Zhijun heard what Wang Tianyou said, he immediately smiled and said, "Brother, let me tell you, our superior has said it."

Zhang Zhijun came over quickly.

"What did you say? Speak louder so I can hear you."

"Let's find a private place to talk."

"Say it if you want to, or get out if you don't."

Seeing that Wang Tianyou didn't give him face at all, Zhang Zhijun nodded quickly and said, "Our superior said that if you are willing to do it, we will give you a division commander.

It is not impossible to become a army commander after working for a year or two.

You are still a team leader here, and you will be promoted three levels when you get there.

In addition, the annual military salary is no less than 50 yuan."

Wang Tianyou was just about to drive Zhang Zhijun away, but then he thought it would be a waste not to make the 50 yuan.

He put his arm around Zhang Zhijun's shoulders and carried him into the regiment office.

"Did your superior really say that the annual salary would be no less than 50 dollars?"

Zhang Zhijun nodded his head like a chick eating rice.

"Lao Jiang also sent me a telegram just now, saying that he would give me 50 yuan a year.

They are the central army, and you are a local ragtag force.

Your $50 is not attractive.”

"Brother, as long as you join them, it is not impossible to double your income."

"Zhang Zhijun, do you know what I hate the most? I hate people who lie.

You two can make 50 or 100 million dollars just by talking. "

"I haven't even seen a single child. Do you think I will go and seek refuge with your superiors?"

"This is easy to do. I'll give you 50 yuan when I get back."

"Okay, let's go."

……

At Taiyuan Airport, a Japanese transport plane stopped steadily on the airport runway.

There were several Japanese cars parked in front of the airport runway.

The cabin door slowly opened.

Dozens of Japanese army musicians were playing a march that was even more unpleasant to the ear than the funeral music for their dead.

A Japanese lieutenant general slowly walked out of the cabin, went down the escalator and walked onto the red carpet.

"Commander Gangcun, welcome to Taiyuan." A dozen Japanese officers stepped forward quickly.

The Japanese soldier Gangcun was tall and stood out among the smaller Japanese soldiers. He was a full 1.56 meters tall.

He looked at the dozens of Japanese soldiers nearby, and the military musician frowned: "Shinozuka Yoshio has been captured, and you still have the mood to arrange these people to play music here, let them all get out."

"Hi---..."

"I don't like fancy things, I only like practical things. I hope you can put all your energy into dealing with those Tubalu."

"Hey..."

"Alright. Stop wasting time here and take me to your First Army Headquarters."

"Sir, our First Army Headquarters was severely damaged by those Tubalu and has not been repaired yet. We have a temporary headquarters nearby."

Gangcun, the old devil: "I want to see how much damage these local Eighth Route Army soldiers have caused to your enemy's headquarters."

Soon, a dozen Japanese sidecar motorcycles were driving in the front, followed by the black car that Gangcun, the old Japanese soldier, was riding in.

Behind them were two Japanese trucks.

The convoy rushed straight to the headquarters of the Japanese First Army.

It has not yet reached the First Army Headquarters.

The old Japanese man from Gangcun saw hundreds of construction workers building a wall.

The convoy stopped steadily in front of the enemy headquarters.

Gangcun pushed open the car door and walked down, accompanied by a group of Japanese officers, into the yard.

There were craters everywhere from the explosion. Although these craters had been filled up, they still looked shocking.

The walls in several places were charred black by the flames of the explosion.

The dense bullet holes on the wall look like pockmarks on a person's face.

"What was the battle like?"

All the Japanese soldiers present shook their heads.

Those people in the First Army Command were either captured or killed, leaving no one alive.

"What do you mean by shaking your heads? Don't you know anything about the battle situation at that time?"

Everyone started talking, but they only said a few words.

They are all memories of the Japanese who participated in that battle.

Half an hour later.

Gangcun took these dozen Japanese soldiers and officers to tour the First Army Headquarters inside and out and came to the conference room.

Everyone had a serious expression.

"After Shinozuka Yoshio was captured, what measures did you take to rescue him?"

There was silence in the meeting room, no one spoke.