A magazine of 30,000 rounds, you call it Hanyang

"Captain Zheng, where are our people? Are we just this few?"

After getting familiar with the situation, Liu Daqiang no longer called him "chief" and instead joined the other soldiers in calling him "regiment commander".

At first Liu Daqiang was very excited.

He found that Zheng Kaixuan's conversation and temperament all proved that he was a man who had seen big scenes.

Including the layout of the troops just now, although Liu Daqiang didn't quite understand it, he also felt that Zheng Kaixuan was very powerful.

But now, he felt a little uneasy.

It was not because of anything else, but because he did not see the large number of people under Zheng Kaixuan.

In Liu Daqiang's opinion, a regiment should have at least 1,500 soldiers, right?

Five hundred people in a battalion is the minimum number.

Just now, when Zheng Kaixuan was sending troops, he called the commander of the fifth battalion, and Liu Daqiang was excited.

Wow, this Captain Zheng actually has five battalions under his command. Doesn’t that mean he has at least more than two thousand people?

He also knew that the Eighth Route Army was an irregular force and its personnel structure sometimes could not be calculated according to common sense, and a regiment of 2,000 people was considered normal.

Many county brigades, district squads, and guerrilla brigades that originally had dozens or hundreds of people can sometimes even expand to hundreds or thousands of people.

With the ability of Captain Zheng, if he commanded more than 2,000 people to break into the mining area, he would definitely be able to compete with the Japanese in the mine.

But it was not until Zheng Kaixuan was ready to act that Liu Daqiang discovered that not only did no other soldiers come, but the small number of troops in front of him were actually divided into four small groups.

Liu Daqiang was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but ask.

"Old Liu, aren't our comrades and brothers all here in front of you?"

Zheng Kaixuan pointed at Chen Shengli, Zhao Chenggong and others who were dividing their troops.

Liu Daqiang opened his mouth in surprise.

There are only about three hundred of these people in front of me.

Could it be that these are all the troops that Captain Zheng has?

"Captain Zheng, are you saying you only brought 300 soldiers this time?"

Under Liu Daqiang's surprised gaze, Zheng Kaixuan nodded.

"Yes."

"Are you planning to attack the entire mining area with only 300 men? With only 300 soldiers, you're dividing them into four groups?"

"Correct!"

Liu Daqiang suddenly felt that his head was stuck.

He couldn't understand what was going on in this world. Especially after encountering the Sharp Knife Group, the world suddenly became unfamiliar to him.

If I am not crazy, then it means that the Captain Zheng in front of me must be a lunatic.

The Japanese's combat effectiveness should not be underestimated, and because they have the advantage of terrain, the attacking party is inherently passive.

This is similar to a siege. From ancient times to the present, the enemy has been surrounded with three times the force and attacked with ten times the force.

He had never heard of anyone attacking a city with an army ten times smaller than the enemy's and still winning.

"No, Captain Zheng, I think I need to reiterate and remind you again that there are more than 3,000 enemies in the mine, possibly even more than 4,000."

Zheng Kaixuan patted Liu Daqiang's shoulder gently.

"I know. You don't need to remind me again. Let alone 3,000 people, even if it's 5,000 people, the Japs must be beaten today."

"My brothers are all heroes who can defeat a hundred enemies with one!"

At this moment, the other three battalions had already rushed to their respective combat positions.

The one who stayed with Zheng Kaixuan was Yang Wanli's Third Battalion.

"Old Liu, do you know the number of our regiment?"

Liu Daqiang shook his head in confusion.

Zheng Kaixuan burst into laughter.

"Sharp Knife Group!"