Rise from the sword

Chapter 46 Something's Wrong...

"Monk"

The next day, in the courtyard in front of the regiment department, Li Yunlong stopped Monk Wei who was carrying a thick log for exercise.

"Captain, are you looking for me for something?"

Wei Dayong put down the log that weighed at least fifty kilograms in his hand, took a step back, and looked at Li Yunlong.

Looking at the thick log on the ground, and at the monk Wei who took a step back, Li Yunlong frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"What are you afraid of, kid? If you don't want to, you don't want to, and I won't force you to be my security guard," he scolded.

When I just met Wei Dayong yesterday, Li Yunlong took a fancy to Monk Wei's kung fu, and also coveted the monk's extraordinary courage to escape from the prisoner of war camp by himself. He wanted Monk Li Yunlong and Wei to be his guard, but he was rejected. , and a little unpleasant.

"I'm sorry, head of the regiment, the political commissar has saved my life, and I have to repay it"

Monk Wei shook his head, his tone simple and honest.

"Ha ha"

Li Yunlong patted Wei Dayong, who was more than half his height, and said with a smile: "They are all in the same regiment, they are the same everywhere, they can beat the devils, and protect the political commissar. If you want to go to the front-line troops in the future, just tell me. I'll arrange it"

"Thank you, head." Monk Wei nodded his thanks.

"I think you don't have any weapons yet," Li Yunlong asked suddenly.

"Um"

Monk Wei was a little embarrassed: "I grabbed a flower organ when I was escaping from the prisoner of war camp, but I was chased by the devils on the road and lost it. If I hadn't met the political commissar later, I would have been killed by the devils."

"That flower mechanism is really good, but it's a pity..."

At the end, he subconsciously scratched his head.

"How can you protect the political commissar without a good gun?"

Li Yunlong pretended to be serious, and after he finished speaking, he took out a brand-new [-]-shot shotgun and a row of canvas magazine carriers from the bag he was carrying.

The nine-row pocket carrier was filled with magazines, nine magazines in total, but no bullets were loaded in the magazines. There was a row of bullet belts along the lower edge of the canvas carrier with about fifty rounds of ammunition.

The spring of the magazine has a life limit, it is empty when not in use, and the magazine is loaded with bullets before the war.

"Thank you boss"

Taking over the pistol and magazine carrying equipment, Wei Dayong quickly thanked him.

"Where are the political commissars..."

Looking at the happy monk Wei, Li Yunlong waved his hand.

"Yes, I'll go first, then the head of the regiment." Wei Dayong touched the brand-new shell gun he just got, his voice with a smirk.

"Go..."

Sooner or later, you will be brought over to be a security guard. With your skills, following that poor scholar is completely burying talents.

Looking at the leaving monk Wei, Li Yunlong rubbed his hands, hummed a little song and left.

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"political commissar"

In an earthen house of the regiment headquarters, Wei Dayong said to Zhao Gang who was taking notes on the table:
"The head of the regiment just gave me a gun and asked me to protect you well"

As he said that, he put the gun and the magazine carrying device on the table, with an attitude of letting it go, but with obvious reluctance on his face.

"what?"

Zhao Gang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:

"You take what the regiment commander gave you. You must be equipped with a gun as a soldier. I forgot about it before."

"Oh"

Monk Wei nodded, and instead of putting away the gun immediately, he looked at Zhao Gang, especially since Political Commissar Zhao only had a solitary and worn-out leather belt around his waist, and continued, "Commissar, you haven't even grabbed it yourself."

"The brigade was supposed to give me a gun, but I didn't."

Zhao Gang smiled nonchalantly, then pointed to the twenty-ring system shotgun on the table and said, "I prefer to use a rifle, which is more accurate, and my shooting habit is also biased towards precise shooting. Although the shotgun has better accuracy than ordinary pistols , it's still far worse than a rifle."

"Your pistol skills are really good, so far away, at least 200 meters, three puppet soldiers, one shot at a time, each shot to the head, I haven't seen anyone with better marksmanship than you before."

Only then did Monk Wei put away the shell-rejecting gun, and at the same time praised it sincerely.

In the prisoner of war camp, he was hungry and lacked physical strength. In addition, he used too much force to escape before, and his physical strength was squeezed to the limit. On the way to escape, he was even forced to throw away the gun he grabbed to lighten his load. At that time, he was already exhausted. Half fainted on the ground, if he hadn't happened to meet Zhao Gang, he would have been killed by the puppet army.

As soon as Zhao Gang made his move, the puppet army was petrified on the spot.

200 meters, three shots in a row, headshots, including a puppet army leader, dozens of puppet soldiers did not even have the idea of ​​​​resistance, and fled in a hurry.

"But the political commissar, this gun is not an ordinary shell gun."

Touching the shell spear in his hand, Monk Wei's tone was amazed.

"This gun is definitely an original German-made gun, and it is also the top among the German-made batches. I used to be a squad leader for a period of time, and even served as an agent platoon leader for a few days, and I got an imported one. German made shell gun"

"Compared to, it's far from this one"

"Well, let me see"

This statement aroused Zhao Gang's interest and reminded him of what he saw when he inspected the troops in the regiment before:
"When I inspected the troops of the independent regiment before, I also found that there are a batch of brand-new Czech-style goods of good quality. The quality is even much better than the general imported goods. It is said that the head of the regiment Li bought it through a friend."

Looking at the shell-removing gun that Wei Dayong handed over, Zhao Gang's expression suddenly became:

"This quality is exactly the same as those of the Czech style. The parts are tightly seamed, and there is no frizz on the edges. This kind of processing and manufacturing quality can only be achieved abroad, and it is definitely made by the top masters of the big factories. We don't want it at present. think"

Handing the gun in his hand to Monk Wei, Zhao Gang continued to sigh:

"I don't know where Captain Li got these good things. This gun is several times more expensive than the ordinary shell gun, and it is priceless in the market. Most people can't buy it if they want to buy it."

"It is worthy of being the most famous old head of the Jinchaji base, it seems that his reputation is well-deserved."

"Captain Li is famous?" Monk Wei put the gun into the wooden box and asked.

He used to be in the national army, where there was little news about the Eighth Route Army, and then he was in a prisoner of war camp, and he knew nothing about the outside world.

"Well, very famous"

Zhao Gang said with a smile: "The most famous thing is that more than a month ago, he led a new regiment to defeat the Bantian United Team from the front at Cangyunling, and killed the Bantian United Captain."

"Kill the Sakata Regiment, kill the Sakata Regiment Captain? With the strength of one regiment?"

Wei Dayong was startled, and he asked incredulously, "Is it the Sakata Wing of the Fourth Division of the Devils? The squad leader seems to be called... Sakata Nobuzhe?"

"Yes, the [-]rd Wing of the Fourth Division of the Japanese Army, its commander is Chief Sakata Nobuzhe, so it is also called the Sakata Regiment. Why, do you know this wing?" Zhao Gang asked with great interest.

"More than knowing, our division was defeated by this alliance in the battle of Xinkou."

Monk Wei still had an unbelievable tone:
"Back then, we had two divisions, two divisions of the Central Army, all of which were defeated by the Sakata Regiment. How could his regiment be..."

"I don't know the specific battle process, but Sakata really died in Li Yunlong's hands. His command knife is still in the brigade, and the newspaper on the devil's side also confirmed that Sakata has died."

Zhao Gang shook his head with a smile, looked at Wei Dayong who was caught in muttering, and continued to write a work diary in his notebook.

"This this····"

Wei Dayong Nan Nan muttered to himself for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at the regimental headquarters, looking at where Li Yunlong was, his eyes flickering.

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"political commissar"

After collecting the work report, Zhao Gang, who was about to go to dinner, heard Li Yunlong's loud voice outside the door.

"Is there something wrong with the captain?"

Opening the door to let Li Yunlong in, Zhao Gang was a little puzzled and a little wary.

He saw it yesterday.

This head of Li's thorny words just means one thing...you get in the way, get out of here.

Want to drive me away?impossible!Absolutely can't let you succeed!
"It's not that although you are in charge of life, I am in charge of work, and we will not interfere with each other, but there is a major military operation in the regiment, I will definitely let you know and ask for your consent," Li Yunlong said with a smile.

"Oh? What military action is there in the regiment?"

Zhao Gang raised his eyebrows, and his eyes became even more puzzled.

This is different from the information obtained at the brigade headquarters.

According to the brigade headquarters, this guy used to guard against the previous political commissar almost everywhere, and his military actions were even more eloquent and never discussed with anyone.

There is a conspiracy!
Zhao Gang's heart skipped a beat!
"I just joined the Independence Regiment not long ago. As you know, the Independence Regiment was attacked by an elite group of devils before, and the whole regiment suffered heavy losses. Only more than 100 people returned to the team”

Li Yunlong sat on the chair with a golden knife and went straight to the theme:
"So, the biggest problem with the whole regiment now is the morale problem. Although I stimulated it with a new weapon yesterday, the effect is limited."

It's a good idea to use weapons to stimulate morale... Hearing the dry goods here, Zhao Gang's vigilance was slightly lowered, and he began to listen carefully to what Li Yunlong said.

Li Yunlong continued:

"I plan to organize a field training to gather the second battalion that suffered the most losses, and then select elite grass-roots officers and elite veterans from the other two battalions to walk along the route interspersed by the little devils."

"I find that many soldiers in the regiment are afraid to discuss the previous battle, which is not good."

"So during the training, we will organize repeated reviews of the battle to find out the problems we have."

"The root cause of the morale problem in the regiment is the fear of these little devils, so only by thoroughly understanding this group of devils and thoroughly understanding what we did wrong in the previous battle can we fundamentally solve the morale problem and avoid the next time at the same time. Fall in one place"

"Good idea, no problem with this, I agree with both hands." Hearing this, Zhao Gang almost couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration.

"Then, who will lead the team this time?" Zhao Gang asked vigilantly.

It is said that this Head Li likes to be deviant and often leads the commandos to fight by himself. This is absolutely not acceptable. I will never allow such a thing to happen...

"Leaded by the current second battalion commander Zhang Dabiao," Li Yunlong said with a smile.

Hehe, Xiao Xiucai is quite vigilant, it seems that the brigade commander and this Xiucai said something...

As soon as the two gathered, Li Yunlong talked about some detailed deployments, as well as the news sent back by the correspondents every one or two days, all of which were approved by Zhao Gang.

After Li Yunlong left, Zhao Gang stood in the room and thought for a long time.

There is something wrong, but it seems to be ok...
It's just a training session, and there are regular reports from the signal soldiers, so I think I'm overthinking it...
This Li Yunlong is not as difficult to get along with as he imagined!
　Thanks to the two book friends, War Soul and Shinhwa, for their rewards. Thank you. …
　　
　
(End of this chapter)