Bright Sword: Develop independently and level up ten times at the beginning

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a wave of fat.

"very good."

“Transportation completed at the fastest speed.”

"Then transfer to Zhao Jiayu immediately."

"Along the way, if anyone tries to track us down, arrest them all."

"Also, let the Thunder Special Forces cover our rear and take care of our marching tracks."

Lin Xu gave orders very rationally.

At present, the New 1st Regiment does not have enough strength to fight the Japanese to the death.

After all, the number of people in the new group is still too small.

Lin Xu thought that after returning, he could consider expanding the staff.

At present, one infantry battalion is no longer able to support the entire new regiment.

On the way back, we returned with a full load and the road was filled with joy.

Da da da!

Bang bang bang!

halfway.

Suddenly there was a burst of sporadic gunfire.

Lin Xu was suddenly awakened and his face changed drastically.

Are the Japanese pursuers coming so quickly?

"All on guard!"

Lin Xu took out an MP38 submachine gun and rushed out.

"Captain!"

"Over there, it seems a group of fleeing soldiers are coming."

"It seems that there are some Japanese puppet troops chasing after this group of fleeing soldiers."

"Captain, do you want to fire it?"

"It just so happens that I haven't won many battles in Ping'an County... hehehe..."

The monk, the captain of the Thunder Special Forces, licked his lips, and murderous intent seeped out of his eyes.

"Have you figured out how many Japanese soldiers there are?"

Lin Xu asked, knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle.

"This one……"

"Um... it's too dark to see clearly, but judging by the gunfire, I estimate there are only about a hundred or so Japanese puppet troops? It can't be that many..."

The monk scratched his head and said.

"Old Lin."

"Fight or not?"

"We can't delay any longer here, we must make a quick decision."

"The Japs' reinforcements could arrive even as we speak."

"We have too much baggage. If the Japanese catch up with us, all our efforts tonight will be in vain."

Li Yunlong walked forward with a sullen face.

"Now it's not a question of whether we want to fight or not, but we must completely eradicate these potential threats."

"Our actions cannot be exposed for the time being."

"Lao Li, take your men and keep moving forward."

"I'll take the special forces team and an armored vehicle to deal with it."

Lin Xu pondered for a long time, then gave the order.

"Old Zhao!"

"You and Lao Chang will be responsible for bringing the troops back. Lao Lin and I will go there."

Li Yunlong turned his head and directly shirked the responsibility.

Then he turned his head and looked at Lin Xu again: "Don't think about eating alone, kid. There are too few devils in Ping'an County. To be honest, I haven't had enough fun fighting them either, especially the machine gun on the SDK armored vehicle. I haven't had enough fun touching it yet..."

Li Yunlong licked his lips. Killing the Japanese was really addictive.

"Old Li, Ping'an County, you at least killed hundreds of Japanese soldiers with your machine guns. Isn't that enough?"

"Old Li, your appetite is beyond the reach of ordinary devils."

Political Commissar Zhao Gang couldn't help but sigh.

Before, they were all on the No. 34 SDK armored vehicle. Zhao Gang was responsible for operating the MG38 general-purpose machine gun, and Li Yunlong was responsible for operating the KWK20 mm machine gun, each performing his own duties.

After the Ping An battle, the relationship between Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang improved a lot.

Li Yunlong no longer calls Zhao Gang a white-faced scholar, and Zhao Gang no longer calls him by his title as he did before.

In fact, both of them are passionate people, so it is not surprising that they can get along well.

"Old Zhao, Old Zhao."

"You still don't understand us, Old Li."

"We have enough wine and enough women, but how can we have enough fighting the Japs? Isn't that nonsense?"

"Old Zhao, you still haven't experienced the special joy of killing devils, so you are standing here talking without any pain in your waist."

"Fighting the Japanese is like opium. Once you're hooked, it's harder than climbing to heaven to quit."

"Fighting the Japanese is much more interesting than tormenting the Japanese women."

Li Yunlong threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it. After thinking for a while, he picked it up and put it in his pocket.

This cigarette butt is so obvious on the ground.

"Is fighting the Japanese more interesting than tormenting the Japanese women?"

"Come to think of it, Old Li, have you ever tormented a Japanese woman?"

"How many times have you been through this?"

"How old is this devil woman?"

“How many people at a time?”

"Where did you get into this trouble?"

"Is there any witness?"

Political Commissar Zhao Gang asked a fatal question...which made Li Yunlong very embarrassed.

"Go! Go! Go."

"Are we not allowed to brag about Old Li?"

"You, Old Zhao, are trying to catch Old Li's little pigtail, but you're still a little too naive."

"Old Li wouldn't make this kind of mistake."

When Li Yunlong said this, he took a special look at Lin Xu.

Lin Xu looked serious...

"set off!"

Lin Xu waved his hand, without any nonsense, and directly led the Thunder Special Forces and three SDK armored vehicles to rush towards the flank.

Now these three SDK armored vehicles are almost becoming exclusive to the Thunder Special Forces...

The only purpose of the armored platoon today is to train armored troops.

……

in the dark.

A motley crew was running for their lives...

There were about a hundred people in this team, most of them were holding bird guns, old sleeves or red tassel spears, and only a few of about twenty people were holding long and short guns.

But no matter what these people were holding, they had only one goal at the moment, which was to escape.

Behind him.

There was a Japanese puppet army unit of seventy or eighty people chasing them rapidly from behind.

"ability."

"I can't run anymore...I really can't run anymore."

"Ability, didn't you say that as long as the cannon goes off, those idiots will surrender obediently?"

“What…what’s going on…”

In the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing a white shawl and with sparse hair on his head was breathing heavily and couldn't help complaining.

"Abacus, how would I know that?"

"The key is that our cannons didn't fire."

"Did you buy a fake cannon just to save money?"

"Also, who knew there were still Japanese soldiers in that bunker?"

"Even if our cannon fires, it can only scare Er Gouzi at best. Those devils are nothing but beasts..."

"Sun Chenghai, wasn't it you who stepped on the plate? Didn't you say that only Er Gouzi was in the bunker? What's going on with these devils?"

While running wildly, Li Dabenshi would look back from time to time to see if anyone was left behind.

"You ask me, who should I ask?"

"I'm still confused now!"

"The son of a bitch."

"They settled in secretly."

"What a bastard!"

"I don't want to run away anymore! I'll fight these devils right here. Every last one of us will win!"

Sun Chenghai yelled, he really couldn't stand this humiliation anymore.

"It would be great if a thunderbolt came from the sky and annihilated these damned devils in one pot."

Ding Dasuanpan sighed.

boom!

bang bang bang...

boom!

boom!

Da da da!

Da da da……

Suddenly.

Continuous artillery fire came from behind.

What followed was the crisp sound of machine gun fire and the rhythmic bursts of submachine gun fire.