Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 402: How many guns are my head worth? You cut it off and exchange it for guns.

"Old Zhao, give him a punch."

He Songling tilted his head and looked at Zhao Gang beside him.

"Ah? Me?" Zhao Gang was actually stunned by He Songling's wealth.

This is not an empty promise, nor is it even a list written in black and white. It is the real thing that is placed firmly on the open space behind, and you can even feel the chill of the metal on it.

But Zhao Gang had attended university, and he studied at Yanda University. His mental endurance was amazing, so he was able to come to his senses. Hearing He Songling's words, he pointed at himself blankly: "Me?"

"Hurry up, or Lao Li will go crazy."

Actually, He Songling was just exaggerating the matter on purpose. In fact, not to mention that it was okay to be stunned for a while, even if Li Yunlong was really stupid, He Songling had the ability to use his innate Qi to sort out his mind.

"Ohhh, ha!"

After hearing this, Zhao Gang said nothing and imitated what Monk Wei usually did. He lowered his waist, sat on his horse, and punched Li Yunlong in the heart.

“Puff! Cough cough cough…”

Li Yunlong fell down immediately.

Zhao Gang's close combat ability was not very good, but he could only be considered a master. After all, he had fought for such a long time, so his physical fitness was fine. Even though Li Yunlong had learned a few moves from a local martial arts master when he was weaving baskets in the Dabie Mountains, he could not withstand Zhao Gang's straight punch without blocking or parrying.

He immediately took a few steps back, fell to the ground with his buttocks, and kept coughing: "Old Zhao, are you crazy? How dare you hit me?"

"Ask him." Zhao Gang followed Li Yunlong's example and was a sly one. He pointed at He Songling and said, "Mr. He said that if I hadn't woken you up just now, you would have been a fool."

"Bullshit!" Li Yunlong glared and started to curse: "I..."

"Ahem. Captain Li, let me remind you that I have the right to advocate for the recovery of these weapons and equipment and to donate them to other units of our army." He Songling spoke sinisterly from the side, giving Li Yunlong a fright.

Then, he changed his expression faster than Zhang Chulan and quickly put on a flattering smile: "Hehehe, Mr. He is right, fight well, fight more, fight more. Just tell me, how many guns is my Li Yunlong's head worth, you can chop it off and exchange it for a gun!"

"Your big head is not worth much, but the bones are hard, and bullets may not be able to penetrate it."

He Songling looked at Li Yunlong with a little sadness in his eyes. But this was not something he should consider, nor was it something he should consider now. He shook his head, threw the sadness out of his mind, and said with a folded hand:

"Brother, I know that you are more comfortable with the Japanese weapons and equipment, and it is also better to capture the Japanese ammunition and other things to replenish them. But there is no other way. I don't have any connections in Xiaozizi, and even if they have them, they won't sell them to me. You, the commander, just bear with it and use these American products."

"Oh, come on, who would use the Japanese junk when we have American products?" Li Yunlong seemed to be born knowing about military matters. He knew which products were good. "Don't worry, today I will fight you against three regiments, not to mention one regiment!" "You can't do that." He Songling shook his head. "If I could use planes, tanks, heavy artillery and so on as I want, that would be fine. But unfortunately, you are hiding in the mountains now. Even if you are the main force, you are no different from the guerrillas. There is no place to put the planes, and the tanks can't drive in. At this stage, it's just a bargain for the bald guy."

"That's right." Speaking of this, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang were also angry. "With the little fighting power of the group of people under the bald man, using the equipment given by you, Mr. He, they still got beaten into such a mess. Damn... Oh, by the way!"

Li Yunlong's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of something. "The 358th Regiment of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army is not far from us. They have an artillery regiment. Why don't you send a message and allocate some heavy artillery to them? Then we can take advantage of the dark night and strong wind to rob Chu Yunfei, that damned bastard..."

"Old Li!" Zhao Gang hurriedly shouted, "Watch your words!"

"I know, I know, but Mr. He is not an outsider, right?" Li Yunlong laughed.

"Stop talking nonsense, call up your men and set off quickly." He Songling looked at his watch, shook his head and said, "Just in time, by the time we're done, your troops should be here too."

"No, what do you mean we arrived after you finished?" Li Yunlong was confused: "Didn't our independent regiment fight?"

"It's people like us who are fighting." He Songling waved his hand, and a stream of sword energy smashed the big rock next to him into pieces. "The Japanese soldiers guarding the ninjas are the ones you have to deal with. When they are in chaos, you can use cannons to clear the way, and the Japanese won't be able to react."

He Songling had no doubt about the combat effectiveness of the Japanese troops in 1940, but he also had no doubt about the combat effectiveness of our army if their equipment was not so shabby. That was the terrifying combat effectiveness that fought alone against the whole world and won ten years later. If that team really traveled back ten years ago, what would the Japanese be?
Although the current independent regiment is not the same team as the later one, it has sufficient weapons and ammunition support, and it is enough to surprise the Japanese soldiers in chaos and take down their entire regiment.

"No." At this time, it was Li Yunlong's expression that became serious.

"Mr. He, the first order the brigade commander gave me was to protect your safety. Whether or not to fight the Japanese or how many Japanese we kill is secondary. The brigade commander gave me a death order. If I am busy confiscating weapons and let anything happen to you, Mr. He, he will definitely shoot me."

"We are going to fight to the death. This is a national war. If we don't do it right, our country will be destroyed and our race will be extinct. No one can avoid death."

He Songling knew that he would not die if he wanted to, but the soldiers on Li Yunlong's side were all good kids, and they should see the new country they had built with their own hands. If they could avoid sacrifice, they should be allowed to live well.

"Don't talk nonsense. I am the highest military commander in this temporary battle. Don't be dissatisfied."

He Songling saw that Li Yunlong wanted to say something and reached out to stop him. "You'd better admit it now. If you don't admit it, I'll find the brigade commander. If the brigade commander doesn't agree, I'll find the division commander. If the division commander doesn't agree, I'll find the general manager. If the general manager doesn't agree, I'll find..."

"Okay, okay, okay." Li Yunlong felt powerless after hearing He Songling's connections, and waved his hands angrily: "You come, you come."

"You decide how to fight. I have only one condition. Before we give the signal, no matter how many casualties we suffer, you cannot take action."

He Songling looked at Li Yunlong's reaction and said with satisfaction: "When our signal comes out, you can't just attack him directly. Use artillery fire for a few rounds first. Don't be stingy with the shells. My request is that you use up all the shells this time and at least use half of the grenades. Hey, hey? What are you two doing?"

Halfway through his words, he noticed that Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang had stopped moving again.

(End of this chapter)