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

"Brother, they bullied me! They wouldn't even let me fight a single idiot."

Niu Dashan had no choice but to run to Zheng Kaixuan to complain with a wronged look on his face. He was so anxious that tears were welling up in his eyes and he was almost crying.

Zheng Kaixuan didn't expect that Niu Dashan, a man weighing two or three hundred pounds, actually had such a lovely side.

"Well, Captains 1 and 4, leave a few of the unarmed idiots with Brother Dashan. He must have been bullied by these idiots in Niujiayu. Let him vent his anger."

After hearing Zheng Kaixuan's order, Chen Shengli and Wang Fugui spared the lives of several puppet soldiers and left them to Niu Dashan.

Of course, none of these people were carrying guns.

When they saw other puppet soldiers fleeing, they also rushed out in a daze.

"You bunch of sons of bitches, do you know your grandfather Niu Dashan?"

When Niu Dashan saw that there was a battle to fight, he immediately became excited. He rushed forward with a big iron stick in his hand and a roar.

"Oh!"

A puppet soldier, Er Gouzi, failed to dodge and was hit on the forehead by Niu Dashan's stick. He was hit so hard that red and white blood splattered all over the ground. He didn't even have time to scream before he fell to the ground and met his death.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, in the blink of an eye, Niu Dashan knocked down all five or six puppet soldiers in front of him and sent them to the Naihe Bridge.

This big iron rod was brandished with great vigor in his hands, as if it were alive.

Some of the puppet soldiers were holding wooden sticks, but they could not reach Niu Dashan's body at all. As soon as the wooden sticks in their hands touched Niu Dashan's big iron stick, they were knocked away immediately.

Niu Dashan is over two meters tall, has long arms, and is carrying a large iron rod over two meters long. Ordinary people cannot get close to him within a distance of three meters.

Zheng Kaixuan felt that if Niu Dashan were to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese, with his big iron stick, it would be as easy for him to defeat the Japanese with their bayonets as cutting melons and vegetables.

"Hahahaha! You bastards! When you were bullying the villagers, did you ever think that this day would come? Now you know how powerful I, Niu Dashan, am!"

After killing several puppet soldiers, Niu Dashan burst into laughter.

"Dashan, come here."

Zheng Kaixuan called Niu Dashan over and held his big iron stick in his hand.

"Damn, it's so heavy?"

Zheng Kaixuan tried to pick it up, but it was a little difficult for him to lift one arm from the ground.

He found it hard to imagine that such a heavy stick could be carried so easily in Niu Dashan's hand.

"Dashan, how heavy is your stick?"

Niu Dashan chuckled.

"Brother, my dad had a blacksmith make it for me. He said it weighed a full 38 kilograms. I still think it's a little light, but it's pretty easy to use, hehe..."

Zheng Kaixuan: ...

The battle lasted just over half an hour and was nearing its end.

It is called a battle, but in fact it is a one-sided annihilation war.

The Fourth Battalion was on the attack throughout the entire process, and the Security Corps did not organize any decent counterattack at all.

Their combat effectiveness is ten times weaker than that of the Japanese food and supplies transport team outside Heiyunkou.

"Captain, we've searched every house in the village. We've taken a few of our fellow villagers to identify the bodies, but we haven't found Niu Xiucai and his son."

Chen Shengli ran over to report.

Zheng Kaixuan frowned.

"This is strange. There is only one exit from Niujiayu, and we are guarding it tightly. Could it be that Niu Xiucai and his son can grow wings and fly away?"

Wang Fugui interrupted, "Captain, could they be buried under the collapsed house?"

What Wang Fugui said was not impossible. Because the artillery fire from the second and third companies was too fierce, many houses had collapsed.

"Hey, big brother, I know where Mr. Niu is."

At this moment, Niu Dashan suddenly spoke.

"There's a tunnel in Niu Xiucai's house. I went in there to play when I was a kid. Niu Xiucai and Niu Duyan'er must have hidden in the tunnel."

Under the leadership of Niu Dashan, Chen Shengli led a company of soldiers into the tunnel and quickly pulled out the culprit Niu Xiucai and his son.

"Comrade of the Eighth Route Army, I was wrong. I know I was wrong. I beg you to spare my life. Just tell me how much money you want and I'll give it all."

Niu Xiucai was wearing a stylish suit, gold-rimmed glasses, a large watch on his wrist, and only two tufts of hair parted in the middle...

He was dressed like a fake foreigner.

At this moment, Mr. Niu was so scared that his pants were wet, and he lay on the ground and kowtowed continuously.

The old landlord behind him, Niu Duyan, was not in much better condition. He had an eye patch on one eye and was kneeling on the ground, kowtow- ing heavily, with water droplets splashing down his trouser legs.

A fishy smell spread in the room, and everyone couldn't help but pinch their noses.

"Are you going to make an offer? A beast like you is worthy of negotiating terms with me?"

Zheng Kaixuan glared at Niu Xiucai and kicked him more than two meters away.

He actually had the urge to shoot this guy to death, but he finally held himself back.

"Battalion Commander, what should we do with these two bastards?" asked Wang Fugui.

Zheng Kaixuan thought about it for a moment and made a decision.

"I think we should not deal with them yet. The people who are most qualified to deal with them are the people in the surrounding villages who have lost their homes and families due to their bullying. Send someone to notify Old Bull Head and the villagers, and let them decide how to deal with these two scumbags."

"Yes!"

"Battalion Commander, we found over 40 boxes of silver dollars at the Security Corps headquarters and at Scholar Niu's house, totaling at least 300,000 yuan, and 30 gold bars. Furthermore, Scholar Niu's granary is filled with 70,000 to 80,000 kilograms of grain, and they also have over 500 head of livestock. We're rich! Battalion Commander, we're completely rich this time..."

Even Zheng Kaixuan gasped when he heard the numbers Wang Fugui reported.

"Damn it! It's really like the rich are feasting and drinking, while the poor are freezing to death on the streets. That bastard Niu Xiucai has plundered thousands of households to enrich himself!"

Zheng Kaixuan sighed for a while and then made a decision.

"For all the soldiers who participated in this battle, each of them will be directly rewarded with 100 yuan."

"All the villagers who have been summoned and rushed over will be given ten dollars per family."

"Once the villagers have arrived, we will immediately post the conscription notice. If there is anyone in the family who is willing to join the army to fight against the Japanese, each family will be rewarded with 100 yuan!"

"Those who defend their country and carry firewood for the people must not let their families freeze to death in the wind and snow!"

Compared with those dollars and gold bars, Zheng Kaixuan’s biggest gain this time was actually the epaulettes.

In this battle, he obtained a total of 750 epaulettes.

At this moment, the system prompt sounded in his mind again.

[Ding, congratulations host, your 350 epaulettes have arrived.]

Zheng Kaixuan understood that the battle of Beiyangou led by Wang Xikui must have ended.

So far, he has received a total of 1100 epaulettes, which is also the most epaulettes he has ever received at one time.

Zheng Kaixuan put his hands in his pockets, stroked the epaulettes, and looked into the distance with confidence and determination.

"Sakata, now that you've met me, Zheng Kaixuan, I'm afraid you, the flower of the Japanese devils' famous general, will soon wither!"