Anti-Japanese War: Plunder the devils to create a super army

Wang Lin patted the other person's shoulder and smiled.

"I'll leave this light machine gun to you. I'll find someone to assist you later."

Wang Lin knew the boy’s name, Shunzi.

He is not very old, but he joined the independent regiment very early and is considered a veteran.

Their reconnaissance team happened to be short of a light machine gun, so they just gave it to him.

At the same time, Wang Lin also put the term of light machine gun fire on him.

Hearing Wang Lin's words, Shunzi's face immediately showed an expression of surprise.

"Thank you, Captain, ah no...Captain!"

Wang Lin nodded and looked at Wang Xikui and Wang Gensheng.

"We can't move the things up the hill with just a few of us. We need to ask the nearby villagers to come and help."

After that, he assigned another soldier to find some villagers nearby and go back to the independent regiment to call for people.

There are so many supplies here that they have to find a way to move them away quickly.

Although the Japanese stronghold in Liujia Town was probably unaware that the transport troops had been attacked, any delay in the delivery of supplies would inevitably arouse their suspicion.

The soldiers left after receiving the order, and Wang Lin led the remaining men to move the supplies without stopping.

However, the amount of supplies was too large, and they had to be moved up the hillside. It took an hour, but they still couldn't move all of them.

Wang Lin began to regret putting so many supplies there.

Fortunately, many figures soon appeared on the hillside.

Looking at the villagers with simple faces and a bit of panic and fear, Wang Lin suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this place is close to the enemy-occupied area, the Eighth Route Army has always been particular about fighting behind enemy lines, and even here there are fellow villagers who support them.

The villagers came down the hillside led by a middle-aged man.

When the villagers saw the corpses of the Japanese soldiers on the ground, expressions of fear first appeared on their faces.

But soon, fear turned to anger, which was very gratifying.

They had long been fed up with the oppression of the Japanese devils.

Now seeing these little Japanese devils being killed, I feel very happy.

The middle-aged man walked up to Wang Lin and said with a smile, "I am Zhao Dazhu, a member of the Eighth Route Army underground organization, and also the village chief of Qilihe."

Turns out they are gay!

Wang Lin's smile deepened and he shook hands with the other party enthusiastically.

"I'm sorry to bother you this time, comrade."

Zhao Dazhu shook his head and said no more. He immediately asked the villagers to start moving things.

With dozens of villagers working together, the speed of moving supplies was significantly faster.

Soon, everyone worked together to move all the supplies to the hillside.

Finally, Wang Lin did not forget to push the Japanese tricycles and trucks, including the bodies of the Japanese, into the ravine.

He won't leave anything useful for the Japanese.

By the time the work was done, the reconnaissance team and the villagers were exhausted and out of breath.

Wang Lin saw this situation and looked at the sky again, and found that it was already noon without realizing it.

So he warmly greeted Wang Xikui and others, pried open a few boxes, and took out the dry food and canned food inside for everyone to eat.

Zhao Dazhu hurried to stop him.

"These are the spoils of your hard work, how can you give them to us?"

Wang Lin shook his head.

"You are also part of the war of resistance. Without the help of you, the masses, the Eighth Route Army would not have been able to escape the Japanese raids."

In the end, the people who came to help all had a full meal.

In these days, being able to have a full meal, especially military canned meat, is already a very satisfying reward for them.

Wang Lin was equally happy.

If it weren't for these villagers, they would definitely not be able to transport so many supplies up so quickly.

Wang Xikui pried open a box with a click.

He originally thought that there were canned goods inside, which were heavy.

But when he saw what was inside, his eyes widened.

Inside were all brand new gun shells, covered with tar, and it was obvious that they had never been used and were brand new guns.

Wang Xi's face was filled with joy.

The other members of the reconnaissance team also gathered around at this moment. Seeing so many guns in the box, they all showed excitement on their faces.

This is a real turtle shell, not the Hanyang-made one they have.

Although the Hanyang rifles in their hands were called guns, the workmanship was actually quite crude, and many of the rifling lines were not accurate.

Even if all their independent regiments were put together, there wouldn't be that many of these turtle shells.

And now there are dozens of them placed inside the box.

Wang Lin also came over at the right time.

He looked at the weapons in the box, and a smile quickly appeared on his face.

"These are our spoils of war. Although they basically all need to be handed over, it doesn't matter if we distribute some of them in advance."

"Each of you take one of these turtle shells."

After all, he had experienced this battle, so Wang Lin naturally would not be stingy.

After hearing Wang Lin's words, everyone suddenly became more excited.

Wang Lin quickly assigned each of them a new turtle lid.

Everyone held the new gun tightly, reluctant to let it go.

After a short rest, Wang Lin organized everyone and prepared to move the supplies away.

Be careful to avoid any nightmares at night, it is better to go back early.

Zhao Dazhu immediately directed the people to move supplies.

The villagers were mainly responsible for transporting the food, while the guns and ammunition were mainly transported by Wang Xikui, Wang Gensheng and others.

These supplies were heavier, but Wang Lin looked at them and they seemed quite excited.

Fortunately, after obtaining the basic physical fitness, this is not a difficult task for them.

So, everyone either carried or shouldered the supplies, and dozens of people began to march towards the independent regiment's base defense line.

On the way, Zhao Dazhu carried a large bag of flour and walked up to Wang Lin.

"Staff Officer Wang, this is the first time I've seen such a formidable force like yours. Ten of you can actually wipe out more than a dozen Japanese soldiers."

As a member of the underground organization, Zhao Dazhu had participated in battles before.

He knew in his heart that the Japanese soldiers were all very capable and it would cost a price to eliminate one of them.

However, although Wang Lin's number of people was obviously smaller than these Japanese devils, he still managed to wipe them out.

This is not something that ordinary troops can do.

Wang Lin smiled.

"It's just good luck."

Zhao Dazhu carried the flour in one hand and touched his head.

Good luck doesn't mean this, right?

He saw with his own eyes that the three Japanese soldiers on the three-wheeled motorcycle were all shot in the head.

Luckily he didn't vomit it out on the spot.

No matter how you look at it, this doesn't seem like good luck.

......

But after a short while, everyone discovered that a large army had appeared in front of them.

Everyone was a little nervous at first, but after seeing the gray-blue clothes, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

A moment later, Kong Jie ran over with a force of hundreds of men.

It seems that he has directly pulled out half of the battalion's troops.

When Kong Jie saw the supplies in everyone's hands, a smile immediately appeared on his originally calm face.