Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 404: Tactical Interspersion in Poor Situation, Firepower Coverage in Good Situation

He Songling waved his hands in front of the number one and two figures of the independent regiment for a long time, and even considered whether to punch them, when the two men finally came to their senses.

"Eight hundred shells and one thousand grenades."

Li Yunlong calculated the firepower requirements according to He Songling's request, took a deep breath, and looked at He Songling with a look of deity: "My goodness, you want to bomb the Japanese homeland?"

Even according to Li Yunlong's bold statement that "he dares to attack Taiyuan with only one division", no one had ever thought that so many artillery shells could be used in one battle.

How can you fight a war like this?
No, that's not right.

This is how we have to fight this battle!
Thinking of this, Li Yunlong's "fear of insufficient firepower" that was unique to Lao Zhong began to spread, and he immediately made the same decision as his future descendants.

What a pity! Where do so many shells come from?
"Hey, Lao Li, you don't understand."

He Songling smiled and said, "We have only one standard. When we are poor, we use tactical infiltration, and when we are rich, we use firepower coverage. When we have money in the future, when we fight the Japanese, we will first give them ten rounds of artillery fire and aircraft bombing, and then send people to drive tanks forward. Infantry is used to occupy cities."

"That's a good point, but where are we now..."

"Our country is still poor, but I am rich, right? We can't do it all the time, but it's okay to do it once in a while."

The weapons and ammunition donated by He Songling over the years were of course distributed and used by our military leaders based on actual needs. It was impossible to be so extravagant every time.

But this time He Songling wanted to take part in the battle himself, and he would be responsible for paying for the entire battle. It was just a small ambush, and he could afford it.

"Captain Li, listen carefully. Don't worry about tactics or the difference in numbers. Just one word: bomb them to death. Bomb these damn devils to death. There is no upper limit on the bullet consumption. Just shoot anyone you see. Don't use knives. Even if the devils use knives, you should still shoot. That's it. Fighting is sometimes as simple as that."

"Row!"

Li Yunlong was also a man of great courage. Since He Songling, the one who paid for it, had said so, he naturally had no objection. Even if he felt a little sad to be beaten by He Songling, wouldn't there still be more than 40 mortars and another 1,000 grenades left?

According to the current situation, it is enough for his independent regiment to save in ten years!

What's more, there is an entire regiment of weapons and equipment of the Japanese, which is equivalent to a wave of fat.

"That's settled then. I'll wait for you at the entrance of the village."

After He Songling left, Zhao Gang grabbed Li Yunlong again and said, "Old Li, don't be stupid. You know how important Mr. He is. He plays a decisive role in the entire battlefield situation. You can't let him die in such a small-scale battle. It's not worth it."

"Don't worry, Lao Zhao. Even if I, Li Yunlong, lose my head, I will bring Mr. He back safely."

Li Yunlong said so, but he was not sure.

Because of He Songling, many aliens joined our army, training our soldiers in some basic martial arts moves while carrying out some difficult decapitation missions for our army.

Li Yunlong knew the concept of "alien", and he also knew that they were a group of people who could even successfully assassinate the Japanese generals. They were elusive. He wanted to stop He Songling, but could he really stop him? He Songling didn't know what Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang were worried about. He walked to the entrance of the village with his hands behind his back and saw Wei Dayong in the woods.

"Monk, Monk Wei!"

"Hey, here I come." Wei Dayong came over with a silly smile on his face, "Commander, are you looking for me?"

"Hey, don't call me Chief. I'm not a military commander." He Songling waved his hand and looked at Monk Wei. "No, I heard about it before I came here. You are so arrogant. You can escape from Yamamoto's special forces training camp. You are the best fighter in the independent regiment. You even dare to beat up the commander. Why are you so polite to me?"

“Hehehehe, I can be wild with others, but not with you.” Wei Dayong touched the back of his head and laughed, “Don’t forget, I came from Shaolin Temple.”

"Tsk, what a pity." He Songling shook his head in disappointment: "I was hoping to find a reason to beat you up, but it's pointless."

Many extraordinary people these days directly joined the army, and even served as senior officers. The most representative one was Li Jinglin, Sun Lutang's half-disciple and Sun Cunzhou's good friend. He was the commander-in-chief of the Beiyang warlords and also the completer, founder, and founder of most of Wudang's modern swordsmanship.

Under the fusion of worldviews, it is not surprising that Monk Wei was born in Shaolin Temple, was an extraordinary person, and had heard of his name. After all, according to Monk Wei's age, when he became famous, Wei Dayong might still be a monk in Shaolin Temple. Maybe when he was beating people in Shaolin Temple, he was watching from the side.

"Go ahead and hit me. Hit me as much as you want." As expected, He Songling's guess was correct. Upon hearing this, Wei Dayong opened his hand, exposing all his vital parts, and looked like he would not fight back.
"When you and Zhang Zhiwei from Mount Longhu came to our Shaolin for 'exchanges', at least you had to be a senior martial artist like Uncle Jie Kong to fight you. I can let you beat me up today, and then when I return to Shaolin Temple, I will have face to talk to my fellow martial artists."

"It's boring. Get lost."

He Songling was about to chase him away when he suddenly remembered something and called Wei Dayong: "Hey, come back."

Wei Dayong, who had just run two steps, hurried back. He Songling looked him up and down for a long time and asked, "Can you read?"

"I know a lot, but I know much more than the captain." Wei Dayong said to Li Yunlong from behind, "I can understand some of the basic scriptures in the temple. I can understand whatever you teach me."

"Tsk, you, who said you were honest? You are very cunning."

Wei Dayong knew what He Songling was going to teach him just by looking at his posture, which made He Songling laugh out loud, "Find someone to get me paper and pen... Forget it, just get me a room, and I'll write down some simple methods for you."

He Songling originally wanted paper and pen, but then he thought, given the current conditions of the Independent Regiment, paper and books are rare. There might be pens, but ink is also hard to find. Without an industrial system, the group would be powerless, so it would be better to just use their own.

"Okay, okay!" Wei Dayong excitedly asked people to prepare.

He Songling moved quickly. Before Li Yunlong's troops had fully assembled, he came out with the things he had just written. He threw one to Zhao Gang and the other to Wei Dayong.

"The Eighth Set of Radio Gymnastics. You can use this to replace the movements in the military drills. Long-term practice can strengthen the body, make the soldiers more agile, and improve their physical fitness. With better physical fitness, the mental state will also be better, and cultural construction will be easier, and they will learn things faster."

He Songling looked at Zhao Gang and said, "You can report this to the headquarters and promote it to the entire army."

(End of this chapter)