Bright Sword: Japs, times have changed

The last time the Japanese launched a large-scale raid, the Central Army was completely defeated. Monk Wei also knew that it was almost impossible to find the original team. To him, it didn't matter which team he joined to fight the Japanese.

However, people who practice martial arts always have a sense of pride in their hearts, and not everyone can make Monk Wei bow down to them.

Glancing around, the monk revealed a disdainful expression and said, "Brother, it's not that I look down on you, but with so few of you, how can you fight the Japanese?"

"How dare you, baldy, look down on us?"

Qiangzi is a man with a bad temper. Even though he is holding a heavy machine gun in his arms, he looks like he is ready to start a fight if there is any disagreement.

Just as Wei Heshang was about to challenge, Lin Qiang interrupted him: "You can't say that. If this team can't defeat the Japanese, then where did these pheasant necks, mortars, and dozens of Type 38 rifles come from? It can't be that the Japanese gave them to us out of pity, right?"

"You have a team of less than thirty people, but you were able to seize so many good things?"

Monk Wei said bluntly: "Guns are easy to get, but I don't believe you can get heavy machine guns and mortars!"

When questioned by the monk again, Lin Qiang still showed no change of emotion.

It is normal that the other party does not believe it. Generally, a small group of Japanese troops will not carry heavy machine guns and mortars. At most, they will carry grenade launchers.

The Japanese troops carrying heavy machine guns and mortars had at least a squadron of troops. With the combat strength of a row of less than 30 people, it was almost impossible to annihilate a squadron of Japanese troops.

"Hey, this isn't just empty talk!"

Qiangzi took a few steps towards the monk, holding the heavy machine gun, and said indignantly, "Come here, take a closer look! See if it's the real thing, or if our platoon leader is just bragging!"

After spending an unknown amount of time in the Japanese prisoner-of-war camp and traveling for a whole day, the monk was already exhausted, even though he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child.

If he is in this situation, let alone other prisoners of war.

Seeing their fatigue, Lin Qiang decided to put the matter aside for the time being and ordered the team: "This place is not safe. Everyone, lend a hand and move to another place."

They stopped and walked along the way until night fell, and then Lin Qiang led the team into a forest.

There are a few more mosquitoes, but it is better than being outside in the open space without any cover, and the woods can effectively block the fire and smoke.

When the prisoners of war arrived at the place, they collapsed on the ground exhausted. Only Monk Wei was still holding on with his willpower, but he was not much better.

In the Japanese prisoner-of-war camp, they were not full but not starving to death, and they could manage a few mouthfuls of watery soup every day.

After a day of hard work, they had finally exhausted every bit of strength they had.

The bonfire was quickly lit. Lin Qiang asked the soldiers to cook a pot of canned soup and take out some dry food to distribute to the prisoners of war.

After taking a sip of hot soup, they instantly regained some strength and began to eat voraciously.

"Is this broth?"

The monk took another sip in disbelief and exclaimed, "This is the first time I've tasted meat since I returned to secular life!"

At this time, Lin Qiang took over the conversation and said with a smile: "If you want to eat meat, that's easy. I eat it every day here. If you don't believe me, you can ask everyone."

The monk swallowed a mouthful of soup, chewed some dry food, and said incoherently: "I am a monk who knows how to repay kindness, but you want to keep me for a few bites of meat, that is impossible."

Lin Qiang smiled helplessly, thinking to himself, I don’t plan to use my meat to keep you here!

"Eat slowly and don't choke. There's more in the pot."

……

The next morning, the monk woke up early and woke up Lin Qiang.

Lin Qiang opened his eyes and put one hand on the pistol.

"Monk? Are you leaving?"

Monk Wei shook his head and said, "Like I said, I'm a man who knows how to repay kindness. You can have me work with you if you want, but you have to defeat me first."

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

Hearing the monk's words, Lin Qiang instantly perked up. He stood up and asked, "What do you want to compete in? Spearmanship or boxing?"

The monk did not make a choice, but said: "If I lose, I will follow you to join the Eighth Route Army and never think of looking for a team again. But if I win, you have to give me a gun and bullets, as well as travel expenses and dry food."

"no problem!"

Lin Qiang agreed without hesitation: "A man should keep his word."

"I will definitely keep my word."

These words made Lin Qiang very angry. He didn't expect that this Flower Monk looked honest and simple on the surface, but he was also quite good at talking!

"Tell me, what are you comparing?"

Monk Wei laughed and said, "Even if I beat you in boxing and kicking, it would be an ignominious victory. I will compete with you in spearmanship."

"Hello!"

Lin Qiang just felt a pain in his liver. This Hua Heshang was really good at making people angry!

After kicking Qiangzi, who was still shouting, before he could say anything, Lin Qiang said, "Go to that big tree in front and hang these two kettles up there!"

“Ah?…Ah!…Okay!”

Qiangzi trotted over in a daze, holding the kettle and hung it on the branch.

Lin Qiang casually picked up two Type 38 rifles, handed one to the monk, and said, "This one has a distance of over a hundred meters. What do you think?"

"Row!"

The monk took the gun, cocked the gun, and took aim, all in one go.

Bang!

The gunshots broke the silence of the woods and woke up the soldiers who were still sleeping. They all picked up their weapons and looked around for the enemy.

"Don't panic, everyone! The platoon leader is competing with that bald donkey!"

After hearing Qiangzi's words, the soldiers let down their guard, but they also lost their sleepiness and got up to watch the two people's competition.

To be honest, Monk Wei’s marksmanship was indeed quite good, and the bullet hit the kettle hanging on the branch steadily.

Just when the monk was satisfied with his marksmanship, Lin Qiang also took action.

Only a gunshot was heard, and the soldiers saw the two kettles hanging on the branches fall to the ground.

As the saying goes, an expert will know if something is there as soon as he makes a move.

The monk was truly shocked by the shot and knew clearly that he had lost.

Both were hit by one shot, but the difference between the two was huge.

First of all, the monk hit the kettle when it was stationary, while Lin Qiang hit the kettle's strap, which was a smaller target, when the kettle was swinging.

"How about it?"

Monk Wei put down his gun and said admiringly, "I lose. From now on, I will follow you and join the Eighth Route Army!"

"it is good!"

The monk's joining indirectly influenced other people. Immediately, more than ten prisoners of war stood up and expressed their willingness to follow Lin Qiang to fight the Japanese.

As for the others, Lin Qiang didn't say much and just sent them away.

Most of these people are from the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. There are Shanxi-Suiyuan Army troops nearby, so it is unlikely to keep them. It is better to send them away early to save a lot of food rations.

With the addition of these dozen people, the first platoon has increased from 27 people to 45 people. Strictly speaking, it can be considered a reinforced platoon.

Two ambushes were fought at the entrance of the village, and a lot of guns and ammunition were seized. Taking advantage of the battle between the Japanese and the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army, they fished in troubled waters and obtained a lot of ammunition. Including the rewards, the ammunition consumption was basically met.

Lin Qiang was happy, and everyone else was happy too.

The team is developing rapidly, and currently, except for the shortage of ammunition, other supplies are not a problem.

Looking at the team that was growing again, Lin Qiang felt more and more that guerrilla warfare was not a solution. Establishing a base was the most urgent need for long-term development.

Of course, there is no point in rushing these issues. You have to eat one bite at a time and do things one thing at a time.

After a short rest, the team began to move again.

With the addition of more than a dozen people, the team's marching speed increased a lot. In the evening, the team arrived at a remote village.

After saying hello to the villagers, the team stopped to rest in the village's threshing ground.

The newly joined soldiers were all veterans of the battlefield, so Lin Qiang didn't need to teach them how to shoot, which saved a lot of effort.

However, Lin Qiang repeatedly emphasized the military discipline of the Eighth Route Army.