Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

Jishengtang? Could it be Duanmu Ying and his wife? Why do they want to see me?

After listening to Li Yunlong's words, Zhang Yan thought for a moment and then said...

"Jishetang, is that couple named Wang Zizhong and Duanmu Ying?"

Upon hearing this, Li Yunlong laughed heartily, patted Zhang Yan on the shoulder, and said...

"You could guess that? It really was the two of them."

At this point, Li Yunlong's face darkened, and he continued.

"Before I took over the new regiment, Kong Jie suffered a heavy attack from a Japanese special forces team.

"Thanks to the couple from Jishetang, otherwise I don't know how many of my soldiers would have been lost."

Upon hearing Li Yunlong's words, Zhang Yan asked a question.

"A Japanese special forces team? They're not just here to attack a regiment, are they?"

"Hmm, you're pretty smart, kid. Their target is the command post behind Kong Erlengzi."

"I don't know if this kid was lucky or unlucky to have run into him like that."

"Let's talk on the way."

As Li Yunlong spoke, he strode towards the wounded soldiers' camp at the rear. Seeing Zhang Yan and the other man following, he continued.

“Those Japanese devils are quite special. They use the standard weapons of the Great Beauty, and they are well-trained and have superhuman abilities.”

"The Japanese soldiers put in a lot of effort for this squad."

Zhang Yan nodded and asked, "Didn't the superhumans in our army notice?"

After hearing this, Li Yunlong gave a wry smile and said.

"We noticed, but we're poor and don't have any friendly artillery. We can only use our superhumans to deal with them, but the enemy is too well-equipped, and we suffered heavy losses."

Zhang Yan understood that there was nothing that could be done about it; the equipment gap between the enemy and himself was simply too great.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yan stopped and took out the Devouring Pouch.

"Old Li, send a few men over here. This food bag can only hold this much, otherwise I wouldn't have blown up the armory."

As he spoke, he infused a wisp of Qi into the Devouring Sac. After a flash of light, a heavy machine gun, a mortar, and some ammunition appeared.

This heavy machine gun was obtained from the Japanese arsenal. The previous Maxim gun was left to Liao Huzi when Zhang Yan left the northern frontier.

"Haha, why didn't you give it to me sooner? This is better than that Japanese woman."

When Li Yunlong saw the equipment, his eyes lit up as if he were seeing his own son, and he hurriedly spoke.

After saying that, he looked at the Devouring Pouch in Zhang Yan's hand. Zhang Yan smiled when he saw his gaze and said something.

"I was held up by something earlier, but I only remembered to give it to you when we were talking about equipment."

"And another thing, Lao Li, why do you always try to grab everything for yourself?"

"This kind of thing is rare even in the world of supernatural beings, so don't bother with it, leave it to me."

Zhang Yan didn't say one more thing: after the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements was born, there would be more of this thing, and Old Ma would give it away for free.

Li Yunlong waved his hand and spoke.

"Hey, what kind of person did you make Old Li out to be? I'm just curious. Last time you used this technique, I didn't see it clearly. Let me take a closer look this time."

"Stop looking, there's really nothing you're looking for inside."

Zhang Yan paused for a moment before continuing.

"Actually, that spy should be worth more than these things."

"After we finish questioning you here, you can send him to the 358th Regiment. If you reveal a little bit of the information we got from the interrogation, you should be able to get some things in return."

After hearing Zhang Yan's words, Li Yunlong pointed at him and said.

"Hehe, Brother Zhang, it's a real shame you're not working with me. We're on the same page."

Zhang Huaiyi, who was standing to the side, was completely stunned when he saw the two of them singing in unison.

Who are these two people? They betrayed the Japanese and now they're betraying their own troops. They're capable of anything.

At this moment, Zhang Huaiyi coughed twice and spoke up, addressing Zhang Yan.

“Brother Zhang Yan, actually I had already been there twice before we entered the military camp.”

Zhang Yan nodded after hearing this. Given Zhang Huaiyi's personality, it was normal for him to go and scout the location before, and Zhang Yan felt that going twice was not enough.

Seeing Zhang Yan nod, Zhang Huaiyi continued speaking.

"Remember that river near the military camp? The one we crossed when we left. There's a pretty deep pool downstream."

"Ahem, I hid all the equipment I took in that pool of water."

"The big stuff was too obvious, so I only took some bullets, shells, and some pistols."

Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment after hearing what he said. This kid didn't tell me beforehand. He's really good at hiding things.

Upon hearing this, Li Yunlong's eyes lit up like light bulbs, and he began to speak.

"Master Zhang, how much of that equipment is there?"

Upon hearing the title "Celestial Master," Zhang Huaiyi waved his hands repeatedly and hurriedly replied.

"Commander Li, I can't accept that title. Just call me Huaiyi."

After saying that, he stretched out one hand, spread his index finger and thumb, and began to speak.

"About this much."

Seeing the finger he was gesturing with, Zhang Yan said, "Eight boxes of bullets or shells."

Unable to guess the number, Li Yunlong grew anxious and finally spoke up.

"Hey sir, stop gesturing and just say how much! You're driving me crazy!"

Zhang Huaiyi shook his head, still gesturing with his index finger and thumb, and began to speak.

"I can't remember exactly how much, but the water level in the pool has risen by about this much."

"My God, did you take all of their ammunition?"

"No wonder Ding Wei played so well; you deserve some credit for that, Daoist Master."

Li Yunlong cried out in surprise, and without bothering to lead the way, he grabbed Zhang Huaiyi and headed outside.

He turned to Zhang Yan and said.

"Zhang Yan, you can have the guard lead you there, I won't go."

"Commander Li, Commander Li, please don't hold me so tightly! I'll take you there, I won't leave."

"Brother Zhang Yan..."

Zhang Yan: "..."

The smell of disinfectant permeated the wounded soldiers' camp.

Zhang Yan saw that some wounded soldiers were lying in bed unable to move, and he was responsible for taking care of those with minor injuries. Their spirits were all good, and they were chatting and laughing.

Among the people moving among these wounded soldiers, a few stood out; they were wearing white coats and masks, and looked somewhat tired.

The guard stepped forward and walked towards one of them, said something, and the man stopped what he was doing, took off his mask, and walked towards Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan saw that the man's eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't rested for a long time, and his lips were chapped from not having had time to drink water. This man was none other than Wang Zizhong.

"Brother Zhang Yan, it's been a long time. I remember the last time we met was at my wedding with Yingzi."

Zhang Yan smiled and said.

"Long time no see. Take care of yourself and get some rest. You need to be healthy to save more lives. Commander Li told me you were looking for me?"

Wang Zizhong shook his head and said, "It wasn't me, it was my lover who contacted you."

After he finished speaking, he called out "Yingzi" a few times to a figure in a white coat.

Upon hearing this, the person took off their mask, turned around and smiled at him. They paused for a moment when they saw Zhang Yan, then walked over.

Duanmu Ying's face was a little pale, probably due to lack of rest and excessive energy expenditure, but her condition was much better than Wang Zizhong's.

After walking over, she didn't speak to Zhang Yan first, but instead punched Wang Zizhong and said...

"You always remind me to drink water, but you always forget to drink it yourself. Look at your lips, go and drink some water."

Wang Zizhong chuckled, nodded to Zhang Yan, and went to get some water.

Duanmu Ying approached Zhang Yan and, without much small talk, began to speak.

"Zhang Yan, Liang Ting, the White Owl, has been looking for you recently."