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

boom!

boom!

boom!

The explosions continued for a long time.

It is a bit of an exaggeration to say that the Japanese were crushed to dust.

But it is not difficult to make it covered in blood and flesh.

ten minutes later.

The last devil had his head chopped off by the monk with a big knife.

This guy was originally operating a machine gun on the No. 1 SDK armored vehicle to shoot the Japanese.

Seeing that the battle was almost over, the boy felt unsatisfied, so he picked up a big knife and found the remaining Japanese soldiers and chopped them all to pieces.

"Captain."

"What are these devils yelling about?"

“And some even kowtowed to me.”

The monk came over and said with an unsatisfied look.

"Those devils were begging for mercy just now! They wanted to surrender."

"You're so quick, you chopped them all off."

Lin Xu said casually.

"surrender?"

"Why is surrender so insincere?"

"Just kowtow a few times and that's all?"

"You must strip naked and kneel on the ground with your hands on your head."

"Commander, I've noticed that since you issued the method for defining Japanese prisoners, we haven't captured a single Japanese prisoner."

The monk scratched his head and said.

"how?"

"You still want the devil prisoners?"

"I think you are still harboring evil intentions, and you are still thinking about the captured Japanese women, right?"

Lin Xu glanced at the monk. He had already seen through the man's cunning intentions.

It’s just that most of the time Lin Xu is too lazy to say more.

"cough……"

"Captain, you're saying that again..."

"I'm not...looking for you, am I?"

"Captain, the deputy commander said you like Japanese women with big butts. Is that true?"

"Captain, the deputy commander also said that you kept a Japanese woman as a slave in Ping'an County. Is this true?"

"Captain, the deputy commander also said that you guys are very playful and that the Japanese women like to call you masters. This... can't be true?"

“This is so exciting…”

The monk was like a curious baby at this moment, asking around with his eyes wide open.

Lin Xu's face.

Instantly turned black like the bottom of a pot...

Lin Xu knew that Li Yunlong was talking about Aso Lola.

What about the confidentiality principle?

Lao Li's mouth is really a big colander.

"Tiger!"

"Go! Stop cleaning up the battlefield, kid."

"hurry up!"

"Take all the armored vehicles!"

"Including those five Type 92 cavalry armored vehicles!"

"And the artillery battalion..."

"You don't have to help clean up the battlefield, just go back first!"

"Is this unnecessary?"

"You know nothing! Don't you know that wealth should not be shown off?"

"The brigade commander is leading a large force, heading this way!"

"If you show off your wealth, you won't have a good life in the future!"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Follow the order immediately!"

"quick!"

The battle had just ended and the battlefield had not yet been cleaned up, but Li Yunlong quickly ordered people to take away the armored vehicles and artillery battalion.

The main thing is a low profile.

"Old Li."

"I heard you had an accident on the battlefield. Are you okay?"

"Are there any parts missing?"

Lin Xu walked forward and said with a smile.

"Go! Go! Go!"

"What parts can we, Old Li, be missing?"

"Damn it! That son of a bitch, Tiger, is so damn honest!"

"I've been practicing driving for so long, but my skills are still not that good."

"He just drives forward blindly! He doesn't even look at the road! He's not steady at all! When it comes to driving an armored vehicle, this monk has the talent!"

Li Yunlong praised one hand and then criticized the other.

"Captain, you told me to step on the accelerator to the bottom..."

"If it weren't for the high speed, it wouldn't be able to get into the trenches..."

Guard Hu Zi couldn't help but whispered from the side.

"roll roll roll!"

"You're not as skilled as others and you're still making excuses!"

"Get out of here!"

Li Yunlong glared at Hu Zi and said unhappily.

"Lao Lin, we've made a small fortune this time."

"Although the battlefield hasn't been cleaned up yet, I took a quick look and saw several hundred Type 38 rifles."

"There are probably more than a dozen grenade launchers."

"Twenty light and heavy machine guns shouldn't be a problem."

"What a pity! A lot of guns were damaged. Only one Type 92 infantry gun was still working. The other Type 92 mortar and two Type 94 mortars were all fucking blown up. Zhuzi was such a ruthless shooter!"

Li Yunlong said with a painful look on his face.

"Don't we already have our own arsenal now?"

"Take the destroyed gun back to the arsenal and see if it can be repaired."

"By the way, Lao Li."

"Let's not pick up this Type 38 rifle."

"If we pick it up and take it back, it will be a burden, and we will need to store it in a warehouse."

"Why not just leave it here? At least it can help our allies."

Lin Xu pondered for a moment.

"These hundreds of Type 38 rifles...are they all lost?"

"Damn it, when has our Old Li ever been so extravagant..."

Li Yunlong smacked his lips, feeling like he was dreaming.

In the past, if you seized a few hundred Type 38 rifles, you would probably be laughing for a month.

But now... it seems that these hundreds of Type 38 rifles are of no use.

If there were hundreds of G43 semi-automatic rifles... they would be a real treasure for the New st Regiment. As for the Type rifles... they would have been piled up like a mountain long ago.

"alright."

"Just leave it here..."

"But...if we just leave hundreds of Type 38 rifles here, the brigade commander will definitely get suspicious..."

"It seems the brigade commander's birthday is coming soon."

"Damn it."

"This time, Old Li is doing a favor and sending a few hundred Type 38 rifles to the brigade commander as a birthday present."

"I want to see what the brigade commander's expression is this time!"

Li Yunlong raised the corner of his mouth, and seemed to be in a very good mood at the moment.

"Old Li, Old Li."

"You...are such a smart person."

Lin Xu shook his head helplessly.

"Oh, Lao Lin,"

"Can you give up the hundreds of Type 38 rifles..."

"But the remaining dozen or so grenade launchers, twenty light and heavy machine guns, and the Type 92 infantry gun... still need to be taken away."

Li Yunlong reminded.

"Of course. Our new group... isn't very wealthy either."

Lin Xu nodded.

The battlefield is being cleaned up as quickly as possible.

"Which unit of the Eighth Route Army is this from?"

"I am Zhang Wanhe, director of the Arsenal. Thank you all for your help!"

Zhang Wanhe walked over panting, and looking at the corpses of Japanese soldiers all over the ground, he felt terrified for a moment.

"Lao Zhang?"

"Damn!"

"You are really your boy!"

"It's been a while since we last met, right?"

Li Yunlong strode forward and patted Zhang Wanhe on the shoulder.

We all come from Dabie Mountains, so when fellow villagers meet, they will naturally be more friendly.

"Old Li?"

"Is this unit your new regiment?"

Zhang Wanhe said in surprise.

"Replacement guaranteed."

"Why, it doesn't look like it?"

Li Yunlong said with his eyes wide open.

"This... with so many cavalrymen, there must be more than a hundred war horses, right?"

"I heard such intense artillery fire before..."

"Old Li, a man should be looked at with new eyes after three days of absence!"

"You kid actually became a local rich man!"

"So, when are you going to return the twenty boxes of grenades you borrowed from me?"

Zhang Wanhe immediately began to collect the debt.