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

Wang Chengzhu had a bitter face.

"Captain, I know the Triumph mortars are useful, but we've run out of ammunition..."

"Snapped!"

Hearing this, Li Yunlong glared and slapped Wang Chengzhu on the back of the head.

"You prodigal son! I gave all the artillery shells in the entire regiment to your Third Battalion. Why didn't you save them for me?"

Wang Chengzhu suddenly looked aggrieved.

"Commander, you have to speak with conscience. Tell me yourself, since the Yunling anti-mopping-up campaign, how many major battles has our New 1st Regiment fought and how many difficulties have we overcome? Isn't it always our Third Battalion that has contributed the most? Isn't it always the Triumph mortars that have turned the tide of battle?"

"Every time we encountered heavy enemy firepower, you were the one who shouted the loudest, 'Zhuzi, destroy the Japanese mortar unit, Zhuzi, blow up that enemy heavy machine gun for me, and now you're blaming me..."

Li Yunlong coughed twice.

What Wang Chengzhu said is actually true.

The several Triumph mortars that Zheng Kaixuan donated to the New 1st Regiment have long become the treasures of the New 1st Regiment.

With the help of these cannons, the New 1st Regiment has escaped danger countless times in recent days.

However, the caliber of this Triumph mortar is larger, and the size of its shells is different from that of ordinary mortars.

The number of artillery shells Zheng Kaixuan gave them was very limited, and every time one was used, one less shell was left.

"We've run out of grenades for the Triumph mortars. Do we have any shells left for the regular mortars?"

Wang Chengzhu sighed.

"There are only two shots left."

Li Yunlong patted Wang Chengzhu on the shoulder.

"Two shots, Zhuzi. I trust your artillery skills, so just use two shells. Take out the enemy command post in the tent across the way. Let's hit the enemy at their weakest point."

Wang Chengzhu closed one eye and pointed his thumb at the Japanese tent.

"Commander, the range of this ordinary mortar is nothing compared to the Triumph mortar. If we want to hit the enemy's tents, we have to advance another 500 meters."

"Okay! Then I'll push you forward 500 meters."

Li Yunlong turned around.

"Zhang Dabiao!"

Battalion Commander Zhang Dabiao ran over quickly.

"Have!"

"Have the commandos assembled?"

"Report to the commander, the commando team has assembled!"

"it is good!"

Li Yunlong walked quickly to the 300-man assault team that Zhang Dabiao had assembled.

"Brothers! Now has come the moment that will decide the life and death of our New 1st Regiment. If we advance 500 meters, the Third Battalion Commander will be able to destroy the Japanese headquarters and we can break out from the front. If we can't advance, our entire regiment will be trapped and die here."

"I know we're running out of bullets, but we still have bayonets!"

"I've heard those bastards are pretty good at bayonet fighting, but so what? They're all just one head on two shoulders, so who's afraid of who? Battalion Commander, isn't that right?"

Seeing Li Yunlong looking at him, Zhang Dabiao immediately straightened his chest.

"Captain, don't forget that I, Zhang Dabiao, am from the 29th Army's broadsword team. When it comes to using a sword, we Chinese are their ancestors!"

"These commando soldiers were all led by me, Zhang Dabiao. They are all brave men who have experienced hundreds of battles! Not a single coward is a coward!"

"Okay! Then charge forward with me!"

As he spoke, Li Yunlong stood up and raised the saber in his hand high.

"Brothers, charge! The brave will prevail when they meet on a narrow road!"

More than 300 people followed Li Yunlong closely and shouted together.

"When two men meet on a narrow road, the brave prevails! When two men meet on a narrow road, the brave prevails! When two men meet on a narrow road, the brave prevails!"

"Why bury my bones in my hometown? Today we will fight a bloody battle at Cangyun Ridge!"

"Today I will kill the enemy and die for my country! In eighteen years I will still be a hero!"

"Charge! Kill——"

The shout was loud and high-pitched, heroic and tragic, shaking the valley, resounding through the clouds, and echoing above the battlefield for a long time.

Even the howling cold wind was startled by the shout and changed direction. Even the heavy snow fluttering in the sky seemed to stop for a moment.

On the opposite position, upon hearing the heroic shouts of fearlessness and determination, the hands of countless Japanese soldiers holding their guns began to tremble slightly.

The Japanese, who clearly had an absolute advantage, actually began to feel fear in their hearts.

They felt that the army rushing towards them was an army that could never be defeated.

They were completely shocked.

They don't understand, and will never understand, how the soldiers of the New 1st Regiment, who were trapped here in the dead of winter with thin clothes, lacking guns and ammunition, and starving, and were surrounded by enemies that outnumbered them several times, could burst out with such an amazing fighting will.

Five kilometers away, the convoy of the Sharp Knife Regiment slowly stopped.

"Da Fei! Quick! Throw the walkie-talkie immediately to stop them from charging. I want to talk to Captain Li."

Zheng Kaixuan looked at the young man in front of him.

Huang Dafei, the company commander of the drone reconnaissance company under Wang Fugui.

This time, Zheng Kaixuan went to Cangyunling, led by Huang Dafei's reconnaissance company, and accompanied by twenty Kaixuan drones.

There were five other battalions that followed Zheng Kaixuan.

They are the 1st Battalion led by Chen Shengli, the 3rd Battalion led by Yang Wanli, the 8th Battalion led by Hu Zhenguo, the 12th Battalion led by Lin Weilai and the 13th Battalion, the Guard Battalion of the Sharp Knife Regiment led by Niu Dashan.

Together with Huang Dafei's drone reconnaissance company, there are more than 1,100 people in total.

Zheng Kaixuan believed that in order to quell the war in Shanxi, Taiyuan must be captured.

So in the past few months, he has been constantly developing and strengthening himself in Heiyunkou.

Now the strength of the spearhead regiment has been qualitatively improved. After several months of clearing out the surrounding devils and puppet troops, Zheng Kaixuan has reaped rich rewards.

Now, among the 2000 soldiers in the regiment, have been equipped with level Hanyang fully automatic rifles and a full set of level protective equipment.

There are countless other types of weapons, supplies, and ammunition.

"Yes! Captain, I'll do it right away."

A drone has quietly flown over the New 1st Regiment.

However, the wind and snow were so strong that many soldiers did not pay attention to what was above their heads.

"Clap."

Just as Li Yunlong and his men were about to charge, a black object fell down and landed in the snow in front of everyone.

"Lie down!"

Zhang Dabiao was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He rushed forward quickly and knocked Li Yunlong to the ground.

The soldiers were all startled, thinking that it was the Japanese artillery shells that were firing.

At this moment, a voice that was very familiar to everyone came from the snow pile.

"Captain, Da Biao, don't be afraid, everyone. I'm Zheng Kaixuan, and this is the intercom."

"What? Who's talking?"

After a while, Li Yunlong finally figured out what was going on and grinned happily, revealing a row of bright white teeth.

"Brother Kaixuan, high-tech! This thing is really fucking high-tech!"

Zheng Kaixuan's voice came from the intercom again.

"Captain, the real high-tech is still to come. Watch out, I'm going to perform a trapeze show for you brothers this time."

Twenty drones roared in the sky. This time, each drone was equipped with a fully armed spearhead soldier!