Bright Sword: The brigade commander is shocked! You call this a county brigade?

When the brigade commander heard the chief of staff mention the issue of weapons and ammunition, the large amount of raw materials that had been sent to the Ping'an Arsenal during this period suddenly flashed through his mind.

He couldn't help but feel a little doubtful: Would this kid Gundam embezzle my dividends?

No, I have to send a telegram to that guy Gundam later to see what the situation is.

"Chief of Staff, you don't have to worry too much about weapons for now.

We have an arsenal in the county brigade in Ping'an County, and Gaoda and I have an agreement.

I provide him with raw materials, and his arsenal needs to pay us dividends on time."

After hearing this, the Chief of Staff said: "My great brigade commander, distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. Judging from the current production capacity of the Ping An Arsenal, even if they go all out, by the time they produce a large number of weapons and ammunition, I'm afraid the opportunity will be lost."

After hearing what the chief of staff said, the brigade commander nodded in agreement.

"The issue of weapons and ammunition is really making us uneasy. There are many troops that need to be supplied at the headquarters arsenal, and the share allocated to our 386th Brigade is simply a drop in the bucket."

Just as the brigade commander was worrying about weapons and ammunition, the communicator hurried into the command center.

"Report to the brigade commander, we have received a telegram from the Ping'an County Brigade!"

When the brigade commander heard this, his eyes lit up.

He waved his hand quickly, signaling the operator to bring the telegram.

"Oh? Could it be that Gundam has brought me good news?"

The brigade commander took the telegram and couldn't wait to open it and read it.

When he saw the contents of the telegram, the curve of his mouth became bigger and bigger, and finally he revealed a satisfied smile.

He put down the telegram: "It seems that our wait is finally over!"

The Chief of Staff standing by saw the smile on the brigade commander's face and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Brigade commander, what did that guy Gundam send you to make you so happy?"

The brigade commander handed the telegram to the chief of staff with a smile: "Look at this! Gundam is really a lucky star for our 386th Brigade! Now the weapons and ammunition problem that we are most worried about can be solved in one go."

The chief of staff took the telegram and read it curiously.

When he saw the contents of the telegram, he couldn't help but swear:

"Oh my god, is this true? This county brigade is so arrogant, it makes me want to rob them myself!"

"Look at the list of seized weapons and equipment. It's simply dazzling! There are more than 3000 Type 386 rifles alone, and as many as to rounds of bullets! This does not include the Japanese's Type light machine guns, heavy machine guns, artillery shells, etc. This time, our th Brigade is really going to be powerful!"

"With these weapons and equipment sent by Gundam, our 386th Brigade will have a gun for every soldier, and will become the strongest unit in the Eighth Route Army! This is simply a timely help!"

Upon hearing this, the brigade commander couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Chief of Staff, you are right! Gundam has given us a great gift!

He mentioned in the telegram that we need to get a lot of raw materials to him, so we will give him our full support! Order all troops to collect all kinds of raw materials and send them to the Ping An Arsenal as soon as possible! "

After hearing this, the Chief of Staff nodded repeatedly: "No problem, Brigade Commander! Using raw materials to exchange for weapons and equipment is a great deal! We must act quickly."

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"Quick! Get off the bus! Everyone, hurry up and gather immediately after getting off the bus!"

A Japanese translator with a face full of flesh shouted in a shrill voice.

On the spacious playground of the Japanese Qingshan POW camp, seven or eight rusty trucks roared to a stop, and three or four hundred POWs got off the trucks.

These prisoners of war were soldiers from the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army and the Central Army. They were dressed in rags and their faces were filled with fatigue.

Qingshan Prisoner-of-War Camp, this name is like a synonym for terror for the prisoners of war.

It is located at the junction of Heyuan County and Ping'an County, surrounded by barren land, with only this prisoner-of-war camp standing alone here.

A squadron of Japanese soldiers was stationed in the prisoner-of-war camp. They were armed with live ammunition, patrolled closely, and had an extremely strong defense force.

The walls of the prisoner-of-war camp were tall and made of rough stones, appearing extremely solid.

Above the wall, there was dense barbed wire, tightly wrapping the prisoner-of-war camp.

There were some worn-out clothes and dried blood hanging on the barbed wire, left by people who wanted to escape from prison.

There are four blockhouses in the four corners of the prisoner-of-war camp.

These blockhouses are tall and sturdy, with machine guns and searchlights mounted on them.

The Japanese soldiers stood on the blockhouse, holding binoculars, and could clearly see any movement in the prisoner-of-war camp.

There are one or two thousand prisoners of war held in the Qingshan prisoner-of-war camp, many of whom will be assigned to mine in mines around Ping'an County and Heyuan County.

Among the newly arrived prisoners of war, one man stood out particularly - he was Wei Dayong, a tall and sturdy martial artist with well-defined muscles.

He was the soldier captured by the Japanese. In the eyes of people familiar with "Drawing Sword", he was the character with the resounding nickname "Monk".

Wei Dayong followed the team towards the barracks.

His eyes kept scanning the surrounding environment, observing the Japanese's defensive arrangements.

The more he looked, the more frightened he became. The strength of the guards in this prisoner-of-war camp was beyond his imagination.

He noticed that the area around the barracks was full of Japanese soldiers patrolling with rifles in hand.

There were even Japanese soldiers standing guard on the roofs, and no movement could escape their eyes.

Wei Dayong's heart sank to the bottom.

He knew very well that it would be extremely difficult to escape from the heavily guarded Qingshan POW camp.

The four towering blockhouses were like four huge eyes, constantly monitoring every move in the prisoner-of-war camp.

Any movement could be discovered by the Japanese devils in the blockhouses.

Wei Dayong understood that in order to successfully escape from prison, he must be fully prepared.

He decided to observe for a while to find out the patrol patterns and defensive weaknesses of the Japanese.

At the same time, he also planned to secretly contact other like-minded prisoners of war, hoping to find like-minded prisoners of war to jointly develop a jailbreak plan.

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for? What are you glaring at... it's you."

After hearing what the Japanese translator said, Wei Dayong stared at him with such fierce eyes that he scared the Japanese translator.

He immediately moved away from Wei Dayong, fearing that Wei Dayong would beat him up.

The Japanese soldier next to him saw that Wei Dayong was in an abnormal condition, and immediately raised his rifle and pointed it at Wei Dayong.

"Brother, hurry up and go. Don't delay. The Japanese may really use you as a warning to others. It's better not to provoke the Japanese. Now we are prisoners of war, so we should not provoke the Japanese again." said a prisoner of war next to Wei Dayong.