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

Xing Zhiguo, who had just woken up, yawned, stretched and walked to the door of the tent.

"Old Zheng, it's time for you to rest."

As Xing Zhiguo approached, he saw Li Yunlong chatting with Zheng Kaixuan with a bottle of wine in his hand.

Li Yunlong also saw Xing Zhiguo.

"Come on, Old Xing, Zheng Kaixuan has always praised your cunning and foresight. Why don't you guess how many troops we have dispatched this time?"

Zheng Kaixuan rolled his eyes speechlessly.

He had praised Xing Zhiguo for his ability to manage the army, his overall perspective, and his ability to coordinate the overall situation, but he had never praised Old Xing for his "old shoulders, great slipperiness, and deep calculations"...

But he also knew that Lao Li was a complete illiterate and couldn't even recognize a single word. He had no other intention in saying this, it was just a joke, and there was no way to criticize him.

Although Zheng Kaixuan has been urging Li Yunlong to learn cultural knowledge and learn to read during this period of time.

But Li Yunlong didn't listen at all.

Firstly, the battle plan was arranged very carefully, and everyone had very little free time.

Secondly, teachers Zheng Kaixuan and Zhao Gang were also very angry with Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong didn't study seriously at all.

He always talked about his theory that he could fight even if he couldn't read, and always mentioned his experience in participating in battles in the Hubei-Henan-Anhui and Red Fourth Front Army in the early years.

He would bang the table and glare at people at the slightest provocation. After a period of time, he had only learned a handful of characters, which almost wore out the patience of Zheng Kaixuan and Zhao Gang.

Xing Zhiguo rolled his eyes.

"Old Li, you should read more books and learn more words when you have time. "Cunning and cunning" are insults. Who would praise someone like that?"

"You are the head of a group after all, can you speak with some elegance?"

Li Yunlong smiled awkwardly, took another bite of the radish, and drank a sip of wine.

"Hey, we don't mean anything else, Old Xing. We just want to praise you. Guess what."

Xing Zhiguo is a down-to-earth person and doesn't take it to heart.

He pondered for a moment, calculated in his mind for a while, and then gave a number that he thought was reasonable.

"If you ask me, the total number of troops we deployed for this operation is probably no less than fifty regiments."

"What?"

When Xing Zhiguo said this, even Li Yunlong was shocked, and he instinctively refuted it immediately.

"Old Xing, you're kidding! Our 129th, 120th, and 115th Divisions, plus the other combat units in North China, only have about ten regiments in total, right? Where did over fifty regiments come from?"

Xing Zhiguo smiled.

"Old Li, don't forget that in addition to the regular troops, we also have a large number of militia, county brigades, and district guerrilla squads. These armed forces are no less than the regular troops. Fifty regiments will only be more, not less."

"Triumph, what do you think?"

Both of them turned their eyes to Zheng Kaixuan.

Zheng Kaixuan nodded approvingly at Xing Zhiguo.

Xing Zhiguo's way of thinking is completely correct.

It is actually very impressive to be able to estimate that there are more than fifty regiments participating in the battle.

After all, not everyone has a God's perspective.

If Zheng Kaixuan himself was not a time traveler, he could only estimate sixty or seventy groups at most, which was actually very close to Xing Zhiguo's guess.

But Zheng Kaixuan is a time traveler after all, and he knows the truth.

This is a good opportunity to show off in front of Li Yunlong and Xing Zhiguo.

"If I were to estimate, I'd guess that the number of troops participating in this battle is at least no less than one hundred regiments!"

"What? Kaixuan, what did you say?"

Li Yunlong's eyes were as big as copper bells, and he was obviously shocked by Zheng Kaixuan's words.

"Old Battalion's guess of fifty regiments is outrageous enough, but you actually said there were more than a hundred?"

"I don't believe it. I don't believe it."

Li Yunlong said he didn't believe it at all.

Although Xing Zhiguo admired Zheng Kaixuan very much, this time, he was a little skeptical of Zheng Kaixuan's judgment.

"Kaixuan, how about I make a bet with you?"

"What are you gambling?"

"I'm betting on this half bottle of sweet potato liquor. If you lose, you drink it all in one gulp. If I lose, I'll drink it all in one gulp!"

At this time, the guards of the Independent Regiment and the Sharp Knife Regiment had also surrounded them. The guard company of the Independent Regiment was led by He Shang, and the guard battalion of the Sharp Knife Regiment was led by Niu Dashan.

There were dozens of soldiers on both sides standing by, watching the show with their arms folded, and constantly making a noise.

"bet!"

"Captain, make a bet with him."

"If you dare to bet, you lose."

"That's right, that's right. Captain Zheng is a great fighter, but I think he made a wrong judgment this time. More than a hundred regiments of troops, that's too outrageous."

Zheng Kaixuan originally had no intention of gambling with Li Yunlong because it didn't make much sense.

But seeing that the brothers around him were so happy, and the atmosphere had reached this point, he had no choice but to gamble.

"Okay, Lao Li, I'll make a bet with you. Lao Xing will be the referee. Let's make a deal first. A man's word is his bond. If you're willing to bet, you have to admit defeat. Otherwise, you'll cheat and refuse to admit your mistake later."

Li Yunlong curled his lips.

"You kid, you actually falsely accuse a good person? Go and ask around. Is our Old Li the kind of person who has no sense of contract and doesn't keep his word?"

Somewhere, in a barren mountain.

Eighth Route Army Provisional Headquarters.

The boss stood in front of a huge military map with one hand behind his back.

His usually serious face was now smiling.

It's simple. The good news comes one after another. These days, all I have received is good news. How can I not be happy?

"Lao Zuo, how many troops did we deploy in total for this battle?"

The left chief of staff standing next to him had a mysterious smile on his face.

"Boss, I don't think you can guess, but the total number of people participating in this battle far exceeds our expectations! Why don't you take a guess?"

The boss laughed.

"Lao Zuo, stop keeping me in suspense. I don't have time to guess. How many groups are there?"

"Boss, based on the total number of people participating in the battle, there are a total of 105 regiments!"

As soon as Chief of Staff Zuo finished speaking, there was a sound of people gasping in shock throughout the entire command center.

"How many, how many?"

Even the boss seemed unable to believe his ears.

"Lao Zuo, how much did you say? Say it again."

"One hundred and five regiments! Boss, even I didn't expect our military strength in North China to have grown so much! This is truly cause for celebration!"

"This time, many county brigades and district teams that are usually difficult to contact us, and even those that are still encircled by the Japanese and haven't reported to headquarters yet, have all appeared, like mushrooms after rain!"

"And there's Zheng Kaixuan from the Sharp Knife Regiment. He alone has helped the organization develop seven or eight militia groups."

"If our team continues to grow at this snowball-like rate, why worry about the Japanese pirates being annihilated?"