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Chapter 690: Long Wenjian’s Childhood Story
The battlefield calmed down.

The Japanese army, which used to try to attack every other day, seemed to have completely given up the attack. They deployed their troops at Nantianmen and began to build fortifications again, as if they were ready to fight to the death with the National Army on the east coast.

One day, two days, three days, five days, until more than half a month passed, and there was still no sign of the next Japanese attack. Instead, on the opposite bank of the Nantianmen, all kinds of machines began to enter the site and dig up the soil and rocks.

No one knew which side started it first, but the bored soldiers on both sides began a war of words.

Although the two sides did not speak the same language, there were people in both camps who understood what the other side was saying. They did not understand what was being said at first, but after translation, everyone could understand it.

Until some Japanese soldier on the other side mentioned Yu Xiaoqing's name - the war of words escalated.

The main force even sent flag signals to the machine-breaking side, asking them for help.

A Yi, the only officer in the entire Sichuan Army Corps who understood flag language, found Long Wenjian, the head of the regiment, and told him what the main force meant.

After hearing this, Long Wenjian said unhappily: "If you have the energy, you might as well train for another half an hour!"

Speaking of training, Ayi couldn't help but turn his head to look at Bula and others who were conducting queue training in the woods next to them.

The queue here is not a queue in the ordinary sense, such as standing at attention or marching, but the offensive queue training of the assault team.

It is also a three-three formation, but it is completely different from the Japanese. Three people stand in a triangle, each guarding the area in front of them, which is very suitable for jungle combat.

"Then I'll go back to them."

“No need!” A Yi was about to go back and signal with a flag, but Long Wenjian stopped him: “Go do what you need to do, ignore them.”

Ayi nodded and said nothing.

Although Commander Ayi is still terrible at leading troops in battle, he is quite talented in logistics management and training of the troops. He originally wanted to join Wang Zhong's commando team, but now Long Wenjian is busy recruiting soldiers and Wang Zhong has to train the commando team, so he, the supervisor, is the only one in charge at Jiqipo.

"I heard that you recently recruited more than 200 people?"

"What's wrong?" Long Wenjian heard the hidden meaning in Ayi's words, and immediately turned his head to look at him and asked, "Are there any logistical difficulties?"

Ah Yi nodded and said, "The food allocated to us by the higher-ups is still based on the number of people we had before. Now there are over 200 more people. I'm afraid we won't have enough food this month."

Long Wenjian asked, "Where's Milong? Didn't he cooperate with Wang Zhong and find a way to do business in the provincial capital?"

"Milong just received a batch of goods recently, and they haven't been distributed yet!"

Long Wenjian pondered for a moment but couldn't think of any good solution. If he really had a solution, he wouldn't have to live with his brothers on boiled banana hearts in salt water in the original book.

Actually, the Sichuan Army had surplus food, but Long Wenjian had no other way to recruit soldiers except to use good food to attract the young and strong defeated soldiers. It was fine for one or two days, but after more than ten days, even the landlords did not have much surplus food to continue supplying them.

"How many people are there in our group now?"

"No more, no less, two full battalions!"

The Sichuan Army Corps is now a reinforced regiment, and the maximum number of people in a battalion is 700. In other words, the Sichuan Army Corps now has 1,400 people. If we add in the Yu Division, the number of people has exceeded that of Takeuchi Lianshan on the opposite bank.

"Recruit another reinforced company to set up the first battalion first, and then stop recruiting people." Long Wenjian thought for a while and said.

Currently, there are only the Second and Third Battalions in the Sichuan Army.

Most of the soldiers in the second battalion are new recruits, and those in the third battalion are basically veterans who returned from Burma. There is only the first battalion, which only has a number and does not even have a single soldier.

"What about the food?"

"Wang Zhong and I will take care of the temporary situation. Just go about your business."

Ayi nodded, said nothing more, turned around and left to do some chores.

Only after becoming the regiment commander did Long Wenjian realize how difficult it was. The situation now was different from when he was on the other side of the river. Back then, if they needed anything, they could just go and rob the Japanese. But now the Japanese were far away on the other side of the river, separated by the Nujiang River. The supplies they wanted could only be obtained through logistical supplies arranged by their superiors.

Even though Cao Lin has now established contact with the commander-in-chief of the Yunnan Theater, he is still just a deputy regiment commander. Among those who are in charge of military supplies in the National Army, there are only a handful of grassroots people like Long Wenjian, and most of them are people with connections. They will never hesitate to take action if they can. Of the 100% of supplies allocated by the higher-ups, it is good enough if 30% can actually reach the hands of the Sichuan Army.

Moreover, the relationship between the Sichuan Army and the Yu Division is a bit delicate now. Yu Xiaoqing is still the commander-in-chief of the Jiang Defense, and he himself does not bother to meddle in these matters, but others may not be the same, such as Tang Ji, the old man sent by Yu Xiaoqing's father to assist him, the deputy commander and supervisor of the Yu Division.

He holds the Imperial Sword in his hand. Even though the old man usually listens to Yu Xiaoqing in everything, when it comes to the critical moment, he can bypass Yu Xiaoqing and directly mobilize the entire Yu Division.

In the original novel, it was because of Tang Ji's intervention that Yu Xiaoqing did not launch a general attack on Nantianmen according to the established plan, but instead sold out Long Wenjian and others who had attacked the tree fort.

However, in Long Wenjian's view, the problem that gave him a headache was a trivial matter in the eyes of Wang Zhong and Mi Long.

Wang Zhong assured Long Wenjian on the spot that he didn't need to worry about the food issue and that he, Wang Zhong, would be responsible for solving it.

Long Wenjian naturally trusted Wang Zhong. After hearing his assurance, all his worries disappeared and he immediately became interested.

"The messenger."

"Within three meters."

Long Wenjian stood in the trench, observing the movements of the Japanese troops opposite with a telescope.

Meng Fan limped to his side and asked, "Master, what do you want me to do?"

"Go and get Krupp here!"

Long Wenjian didn't even turn his head, still looking at the mountain on the opposite bank.

Meng Fanle dragged his lame leg reluctantly and brought Krupp to Long Wenjian.

"Captain, how many rounds do you want to fire today?"

"Fire three times! Three times from each gun!"

"Do you see those Japanese devils performing rituals over there? Shoot them to pieces!" Long Wenjian pointed at the Japanese devils on the hilltop on the other side, who were performing rituals with their bare chests, crab steps, and arms around each other while spinning around in circles.

“If you hit it, I’ll let you eat an extra bowl of rice today and give you an egg. If you miss, you’ll go hungry tonight and you’re not allowed to eat.” Under normal circumstances, Krupp would have changed his face on the spot when he heard that he was not allowed to eat, but this time he still had a smile on his face and didn’t worry at all that he would not have food to eat.

Five minutes later, the two Type 92 infantry guns had adjusted their angles and were aiming at the position that Long Wenjian had just pointed to.

Krupp did not hesitate at all and immediately ordered the artillery to fire. The shells landed accurately on the opposite side of the Japanese army, which immediately caused a chain reaction. A series of explosions sounded on the opposite bank. The Japanese soldiers who were still dancing in the awe were immediately engulfed by the fireworks produced by the explosion.

"You have stabbed the devil in the heart!"

"What are you still standing there for? Go into the cave to avoid the cannon fire!"

At Long Wenjian's command, he took the lead and ran back to the anti-artillery pit in the trench.

Krupp, who was standing next to the two infantry guns, was stunned. How could there be such great power with only two shells? After reacting, Krupp no ​​longer cared about firing the remaining four shells. He immediately went into battle himself, pushing the two infantry guns into the trench.

Sure enough, in less than a minute, the Japanese counterattack came, and artillery shells fell on the Sichuan Army's position like a rainstorm. The main force was not spared either. He Shuguang, who was standing shirtless above the trench, was almost killed by a shell.

"You are a bunch of idiots. This is a war! You think it's just a quarrel between children, right?"

"Their guns have long been pointed at you."

Long Wenjian, hiding in the trench, made his ridicule without any hesitation.

The Sichuan Army soldiers next to him all looked at Long Wenjian as if he were a god.

There's no way I can do this. I've really been fooled by him.

In the woods, the commandos who were training responded immediately when they heard the artillery fire. Otherwise, the commandos would most likely suffer casualties because more than one artillery shell fell in the woods where they were training.

The Japanese artillery fire lasted for half an hour before it stopped, as if they were venting their anger.

All this formed a sharp contrast with the previous series of explosions and flames shooting into the sky on the opposite position.

There was a little more awe in the eyes of everyone looking at their leader.

It took no more than one minute from the time they were attacked by artillery shells to the time they fired back. This meant that the Japanese artillery had already aimed at them. If Long Wenjian had not asked Krupp to fire two shots at the opposite side, I'm afraid they would have been ambushed by the Japanese.

Half an hour later, a military jeep arrived at the edge of the Jieqipo position with an angry roar, and He Shuguang, still holding his accordion, jumped out of the car with an angry look on his face.

"Who fired the cannon just now?" He Shuguang didn't dare to cause trouble for Long Wenjian and Wang Zhong, so he could only vent his anger on the soldiers of the Sichuan Army, questioning the soldiers around him at the top of his voice.

But no one paid any attention to him. One brave guy even rolled his eyes at He Shuguang.

He Shuguang became angry instantly and grabbed the soldier. Just as he was about to attack, the sound of guns being raised was heard all around him, and dozens of guns were pointed at him at the same time.

“Yo yo yo…”

"Isn't this our Commander Yu's confidant, Commander He Shuguang?" Wang Zhong led the soldiers of the commando team to approach He Shuguang and said with a playful look on his face, "Why is Commander He not stationed at the position and running to our small temple? Could it be that Commander Yu has some important military information to convey?"

When He Shuguang saw Wang Zhong coming, although his anger was not much reduced, he also knew the seriousness of the matter. To be honest, he was just a captain and company commander, and his rank was equivalent to that of Bula before he was transferred to the commando team, while Wang Zhong was a major and deputy regiment commander.

"Or is it that Commander He is here to thank us brothers for saving his life?"

"Hmph!" He Shuguang said coldly.

"I heard someone say that just now there was a guy wearing glasses, shirtless, calling on all the brothers to join him in a verbal fight with the Japanese soldiers on the other side, and he was just a little bit away from being shattered by the Japanese artillery shells?"

Listening to Wang Zhong's sarcastic words, He Shuguang was too embarrassed to stay any longer, so he turned around, got in the car and left.

Watching He Shuguang's departing back, the smile on Wang Zhong's face gradually disappeared, and his expression gradually became serious.

"Listen up to me! We are the Sichuan Army, and you brothers are all brothers of the Sichuan Army. Our Sichuan Army is now an independent regiment and is not under the control of Yu Xiaoqing. If anyone from Master Yu comes here to show off their power again, just kick them out."

"Did you hear that clearly?"

"Listen clearly!"

At this time, Long Wenjian was in the trench in front, telling stories to the leaders around him.

He was telling a story about his childhood. At that time, he was thin and small, often bullied and beaten. He had to watch other people's faces every day and covet temporary comfort.

But later he learned that it was better to strike first, and from then on those who bullied him had to wait and see what he did.

But most people who heard this story just regarded it as a story. Only a few of them understood the real purpose of Long Wenjian telling them this story.

Now they are the thin and small Long Wenjian, but the Japanese on the other side are the big guy who bullies Long Wenjian.

In the past, they always acted according to the Japs' signals. When the Japs attacked, they passively defended. When the Japs were beaten back, they cheered and celebrated another "victory" and celebrated that they were alive again.

But now, they can take the initiative to launch an attack and start a war.

The Japs' artillery fire was like the impotent rage emanating from the big man.

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The next day, several truckloads of grain were delivered to the Jieqipo position. These were the new rice that Milong had harvested over the past few years and the old rice that he had exchanged for from the wealthy households who had stockpiled a lot of grain. Although the old rice was not as sweet as the new rice and its nutritional value had declined a lot, for these soldiers, the nutritional value was nothing but empty talk. What was real was being able to fill their stomachs.

No matter whether the rice is old or new, as long as I can fill my stomach and don’t have to eat tree roots and leaves, it is a good day.

Moreover, the ratio of replacing old rice with new rice is 1:1.5.

These aged rices are not the kind that have been stored for four or five years. The most are only three years old, and some are from last year.

Long Wenjian's eyes lit up as he looked at the mountain of food piled up in front of him as if he were looking at some rare treasure. He was in a particularly good mood.

"Brother, from now on you are my real brother!" Long Wenjian almost pounced on Wang Zhong and hugged him to bite him madly.

"Okay, stop disgusting me!" Wang Zhong rolled his eyes at him and quietly distanced himself from Long Wenjian.

Rang Bu La continued training with the commandos, while Wang Zhong took the return train to Zenda.