Bright Sword: Japs, times have changed

When Li Yunlong heard that Lin Qiang was going to take more than 2,000 refugees back to the base, he became a little worried.

He was very familiar with Heiyun Village and had been there many times. He knew that the place was not big and could only accommodate a thousand people at most.

Li Yunlong even believed that Lin Qiang's main forces were almost all deployed at the Xiaowangzhuang position.

Little did they know that Lin Qiang's independent battalion now has more than 20,000 people, and the environment within the base has undergone tremendous changes.

With the help of the system, Heiyun Village has become a place that can accommodate more than 100,000 people at the same time. All the surrounding hills have been gathered together to form a huge open area.

There are not only residential areas, but also arable land, farmland and other necessary conditions for life.

Once the super super seeds are planted next year, it won’t be long before we can harvest a large amount of food and be completely self-sufficient.

Even without huge food reserves, Lin Qiang was not worried about food shortages after the Japanese siege lasted for a year or two.

But Li Yunlong didn't know about these circumstances, and asked worriedly: "Bringing more than 2,000 people back to the base at the same time, you kid really don't show off?"

Lin Qiang smiled and patted his chest to assure him, "Don't worry, Captain. I'm not the kind of reckless person."

Then, Lin Qiang orally described the general situation of the current Heiyunzhai base, such as the spacious area, good living environment, self-sufficient conditions, etc.

Li Yunlong's eyes widened when he heard this, and he asked in disbelief, "You kid didn't lie to me?"

Lin Qiang proudly explained, "Captain, I received some special assistance earlier, which allowed me to transform Black Cloud Village into what it is today. Now, let alone two thousand people, we can even accommodate more."

After hearing this, Li Yunlong couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praised: "Good boy, it turns out you have been confident for a long time. It seems that I, Li, am short-sighted."

Lin Qiang quickly waved his hands and said, "Captain, what you said is true. If you hadn't always taught us to think about the people, I wouldn't have achieved what I have today."

After bragging about business for a while, the two hung up the phone.

Lin Qiang thought that after the current battle was over, he would take some time to visit the independent regiment to meet the regiment commander, political commissar, and his old comrades.

I don’t know how much is left.

the other side.

After the intelligence personnel informed Zhang Zizai of Lin Qiang's plan, the latter immediately found Ma Dashan to discuss it together.

To be honest, Zhang Zizai dislikes Ma Dashan. This feeling is very strange. If you ask him to give a reason, he can't say it.

But the two are now on the same boat, both from the independent battalion, and they have to carry out the task of escorting supplies together.

"Brother Dashan, the battalion commander sent a letter saying he wants to take action against the supplies we sent."

Zhang Zizai was talking while paying attention to Ma Dashan's expression. "Brother Dashan, do you think there is any better solution?"

In fact, Zhang Zizai really misunderstood Ma Dashan. His personality was developed in Anhua County, where he was the only puppet army in the county, and he was the only one in power.

He protects the people and is loved by them on a daily basis. In addition, the status brought by his identity makes it obvious that he is not a good person wherever he goes.

But since Ma Dashan accepted Lin Qiang's recruitment, he has been thinking only about resisting the Japanese. For this purpose, he deliberately restrained his subordinates and dealt with those who had different intentions.

Ma Dashan was a very honest man. After hearing what Zhang Zizai said, his face became excited. "Really? That's great. Ever since the last time the battalion commander left Anhua County, I haven't received any missions. I almost thought he had forgotten about me."

Zhang Zizai didn't notice anything unusual, and the prejudice in his heart also weakened a bit. He comforted him, "Brother Dashan, the battalion commander won't forget any of us comrades. He didn't give us the mission because he was worried that we would be easily exposed behind enemy lines."

"hey-hey."

Ma Dashan said with a smile: "My ideological awareness is not as high as yours, brother. In the future, I need you to give me more support on these matters."

"I'm not afraid of you laughing at me when I tell you this, but I, Ma Dashan, can't read a single word. After we're officially incorporated into the team, I also want to get a position. I can't have my former subordinates become my immediate superiors after we're incorporated. If this gets out, won't everyone laugh at me?"

"So, brother, whether I can get a position or not depends on how you support me."

In fact, Zhang Zizai really wanted to say that no matter where he was, he was contributing to the war of resistance.

But he was a smooth person and knew that what Ma Dashan said were his true thoughts, so he said: "Brother Dashan, don't worry about this. The battalion commander will definitely make arrangements for us when the time comes."

"Okay, with your words, I feel more at ease."

Ma Dashan changed the subject, as if he had become a different person: "Just now, brother, you said that the battalion commander was planning to take action against this batch of supplies. I guess you must be trying to find a way to protect the brothers from getting hurt and prevent the Japanese from blaming us, right?"

Zhang Zizai nodded woodenly.

He really didn't expect that Ma Dashan was not as honest and simple as he looked.

Ma Dashan continued, "This is easy. There are two ways."

"What two ways?"

Ma Dashan held up a finger and said, "First, we can pretend to be robbed by bandits on the road, 'throw' the supplies to the bandits, and then secretly contact the battalion commander to send someone disguised as a bandit to steal the supplies. This way, the Japanese will only find the bandits when they track us down, and not us."

Zhang Zizai thought for a moment and nodded, then hurriedly asked, "What about the second option?"

Ma Dashan scratched his head and grinned, "The second way is, we can tamper with the supply truck, like loosening a few screws in key places, so that the truck breaks down on the way. We can pretend that we can't fix it, and then take advantage of the chaos to have the battalion commander's men transport the supplies away. We can then report back that we were attacked and the supplies were stolen. At most, the Japanese will blame us for our incompetence, but they won't suspect us of deliberately letting it go."

Zhang Zizai was impressed by Ma Dashan. These two methods were good, but he frowned and asked, "Brother Dashan, this method is good, but don't forget, there is still a squadron of Japanese soldiers following us."

"How about we take advantage of the chaos and kill all the devils?"

Zhang Zizai decisively shook his head and refused: "That won't do. Think about it, we are working under the Japs. To put it bluntly, the Japs are our masters. If the war breaks out and the masters are all dead, and we, the servants, return home intact, it would be strange if the Japs don't get suspicious."

Hearing this, Ma Dashan thought for a moment and asked, "What if the people we brought over were not our own and we let them die? Wouldn't that mean we wouldn't be held accountable by the devils?"

Zhang Zizai's eyes lit up: "This is a good idea. When we escape, we can rescue a few devils along the way. Then at most we will just say that our fighting power is not strong enough, and the devils won't suspect us."

"That's a good idea, but where are we going to find dozens of damned guys?"

Ma Dashan chuckled and said, "Leave it to me. I know who deserves to die."