Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 400: th Brigade Independent Regiment

That’s right, Zhao Gang, Political Commissar Zhao.

He Songling is currently in Yangcun, and the troops stationed here are the Independent Regiment of the 386th Brigade of our army. The two people who just quarreled are old acquaintances that He Songling was very familiar with in his previous life.

The regiment commander is Li Yunlong and the political commissar is Zhao Gang.

He Songling looked at Zhao Gang in front of him and laughed secretly. It seemed that the old Zhao had not yet completely transformed into a donkey. But it was also true that the time was too early, only in 1940. It was only a few years before Li Yunlong took over the independent regiment, and it was still two years before he suffered a big loss and fled to Zhaojiayu in northwest Shanxi.

"Mr. He, we are very grateful for the support from patriots."

Old Zhao was not at all affected by He Songling's attitude, and said meticulously: "But our team has discipline..."

"Hey, let's not talk about that. Look at this."

He Songling stretched out his hand and took out two braised pork elbows from thin air.

"Ah this..."

"Let Lao Li fight with them. We'll have our own special meal." He Songling said as he walked inside.

Zhao Gang wanted to stop him from speaking first, but not letting him in was not a good way to entertain guests. He knew this man well. When he was studying at the Anti-Japanese University, his ears were filled with rumors.

A patriot, the richest man in the world, and the biggest funder of our army, he sponsored countless money, food, and weapons, helping our army escape the persecution and hunting of Baldy many times. Even the most in-demand drugs on the battlefield, antibiotics and sulfa drugs, were invented by his company.

The highest-ranking officers had emphasized that He Songling had done great favors and contributions to our troops. Whenever he went to the headquarters, he had to be accompanied by those officers in person. It was considered a privilege to receive him.

But the principle still made him speak: "Mr. He, our discipline is not to take a single needle or thread from the masses..."

"Hey, don't be polite with me. I'll sell it to you, okay? You can give me two dollars later."

He Songling waved his hand and brought up the low table that Lao Li had taken the picture of, and placed pork elbows, roast chicken and old goose on it.

What these field troops lacked most were high-calorie, high-fat foods, but he didn't go as far as to take out sea cucumbers or abalone.

"Would you like some wine?"

"No!" Zhao Gang's face darkened again, and then he took a deep breath and calmed down: "Mr. He, it's not that we don't know what's good for us, we really have discipline. You say that in broad daylight, the whole group is drinking together, what kind of thing is this..."

"Where is the wine? I'm trying to trick Old Li." He Songling knew how strict our army's discipline was. He was not a spy who came to corrupt the style of our soldiers. Even if he took out some wine, he would give it to Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang, letting the two regimental leaders decide how to distribute it.

As expected, Zhao had just shown a surprised expression when he heard Li Yunlong's loud voice shouting, "Bullshit, what do you mean there is no wine? Mr. He told me that it was you who hid the wine. You want to eat alone? You idiot!"

"Mr. He, what are you..."

"Eat first, eat first." He Songling stretched out his hand to stop Zhao Gang from talking: "Otherwise, when Old Li comes back, you won't be able to grab him."

Zhao Gang thought so too. He worked so hard and was so nervous, but he couldn't even have a hot meal. All the benefits went to Li Yunlong who violated the discipline every day. Why? Although Zhao Gang had not completely turned into a donkey at this time, he was at least 60 to 70 percent. He made up his mind and picked up an elbow to chew.

When Li Yunlong finished dividing the pieces of pork with the kitchen staff outside and returned to the house, he saw that Zhao Gang had already eaten all the pork on the table, leaving only bones.

"No, Lao Zhao, you, you are eating alone behind Lao Li's back, right?" Li Yunlong felt like the sky was falling when he saw this scene. Only he, Li Yunlong, took more and occupied more, so how could he be taken advantage of by others?
"I eat alone? You ran out when you heard about the wine. The guests didn't care. I still want to eat alone?" Zhao Gang was not polite to Li Yunlong at all: "Don't talk nonsense. I can't let you run out with a battalion to do some 'wild hunting'."

"Old Zhao, Old Zhao!" Li Yunlong was helpless. He half-knelt and half-knelt on the edge of the kang, clasping his hands together as if praying to Buddha:
"I beg you. I, Li Yunlong, have never begged anyone in my life. I beg you today, okay? Just let me go! Mr. He has already said that this trip is purely for purchasing goods. I beg you, I kowtow to you!"

After saying this, he pretended to bang his head against the edge of the kang.

"What goods are you buying, huh?" Zhao Gang ignored Li Yunlong's fake trick, "There is a regiment of the Japanese over there, and you are going to buy goods? Not to mention that you are leading a battalion, even if our independent regiment is fully mobilized, will it be enough for them to fight?"

"No, Lao Zhao, you are such a boring person." Seeing that Zhao Gang was not moved by his soft or hard words, Li Yunlong slapped the edge of the kang and stood up to curse: "I think you are blocking my progress. You are no different from those dogs before, all of you..."

"Hey, Lao Li."

He Songling had been watching the show nearby. For him, watching this live version of "Drawing Sword" was really interesting. But seeing that Li Yunlong was about to get angry, he still reached out to stop him.

"In the face of national crisis, the whole nation, the military and civilians are working together to fight against the invaders. The devils haven't been fought yet, but you are already fighting among yourselves. What kind of talk is this? Remember, don't say anything that is not conducive to unity."

Li Yunlong: ???

No, why does my independent regiment have two political commissars?

"Mr. He, what do you mean?"

After all, Li Yunlong still remembered that He Songling was a big money sponsor, so his tone softened.

Not to mention anything else, when he was in the New 1st Regiment, if he hadn't received several American heavy mortars from the brigade commander, how could he have broken through the encirclement of Sakata's regiment head-on and killed the regiment commander Sakata with a single shot with such little casualties?
Li Yunlong was very surprised by this. It was always the brigade commander who asked him for money. When would he be able to get advanced equipment from the brigade commander? Later, he found out that it was all thanks to Mr. He in front of him.

Therefore, when Li Yunlong heard that He Songling was coming today, he was as excited as if he had seen the God of Wealth, and his words and actions became much more civilized. In his current state, even if the brigade commander ordered him not to go, he would still have to hesitate for a few words. He was able to stop and ask He Songling, which really gave He Songling enough face.

"Your army is disciplined. Strict discipline is a good thing. Only with good work style can we win battles. I think what Political Commissar Zhao said is correct. You should follow the rules and report to the brigade headquarters first."

He Songling said with a smile.

"No, Mr. He, you don't know, our brigade commander..."

"Hey, Captain Li, go ahead and make the report first." He Songling took out a telephone receiver from somewhere and handed it to him.

At this point, Li Yunlong could only take it over with an unconvinced look on his face, "Take over the brigade headquarters to me!"

(End of this chapter)