Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 431 Everyone knows that the Lord of Heaven < Li Yunlong < Brigade Commander

"Two colonels, one lieutenant colonel, three majors, and a bunch of lieutenants. Damn it, we're going to make a fortune!"

Li Yunlong laughed as he pointed at a large group of Japanese soldiers who were shot to death but whose bodies were still intact.

"This little Japanese soldier has a name engraved on his knife. It's Mao Li. He even used our surname Zhong."

"What surname? My surname is Mao. Okay, Maori is a big surname in Japan. There have been famous warlords since the Warring States Period. They almost unified their island country. You have become a noble."

He Songling looked at the surname engraved on the handle of the samurai sword handed over by Li Yunlong, despised the rough old man Lao Li, and then said with a smile:

"Before, this group of ninjas was just an organization that did dirty work in secret, and was not even as good as the warriors in the open. Now, the descendants of the princes have brought their troops to serve as their guards. The ninja leader Ono Noriyoshi is still not satisfied. People are never satisfied. How much is too much?"

"What bicycle do you want?" Zhang Dabiao, who had just arrived, heard it all. "Captain, Mr. He, they were all wiped out. Except for the Japanese soldiers and ninjas who escaped, all the people who lived here are dead. There shouldn't be enough to reorganize a regiment. Maybe a thousand people ran away. There's nothing we can do. When we were bombarding, they probably ran away from behind."

The Japanese had a strong fighting spirit in the early days of the war, but that was not the same as them fighting to the death. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, it was probably the Japanese commander who ordered them to retreat.

The Japanese had a high level of tactical literacy. In their minds, things like "the Imperial Yellow Army's death in glory" should be used in a useful way, rather than just losing their lives in the mountains in the dark night.

"Fuck you, Zhang Dabiao, what have you done?" Li Yunlong immediately started to curse: "I fired so many shells and threw so many grenades, but you let more than a thousand Japanese escape? You can't be the battalion commander anymore, you should go to the kitchen and carry the big pot for me!"

"Come on, Lao Li, don't bother with me. The Japanese have a standard infantry regiment of more than 3,700 people, and you only have a few cannons, and you don't even have planes to bomb them. You want to leave them all behind? Are you dreaming?"

He Songling knew that this was said to him. Although Li Yunlong was a rough man, he was very cunning. He said this because he was afraid that he did not understand the battlefield situation and was afraid that he would be considered to have wasted his own shells.

"Do you think I'm a poor guy like you? Counting the ones I killed during the day, you killed nearly two thousand devils this round. Don't say two thousand, even if it's two hundred or twenty, as long as the devils are dead, my artillery shells are worth it."

"Hehehehe." Li Yunlong touched his big head and laughed slyly: "Then what are you talking about? We are afraid that Mr. He will be angry."

"I am indeed angry." He Songling looked at Li Yunlong with a weighing gaze, which made Li Yunlong feel creepy.

"I saw many soldiers sacrificed along the way. There must be 20 or 30 of them. What did I say before the battle?"

"Ah, this..." Li Yunlong choked as if he had eaten two pounds of bird shit.

After fighting many battles, those sentimental feelings naturally disappeared. Li Yunlong had been leading troops as a regiment commander since the 1920s. After so many years of fighting, he felt very sad when a brother died, but he also knew that there would always be casualties in war.
In his opinion, with the configuration and military quality of the independent regiment, half of the regiment defeated a regiment of the Japanese, and the rest were completely wiped out, with only 20 to 30 deaths. This was an unimaginable victory, and it was a huge profit. But when He Songling said that, he remembered that He Songling had said not to let anyone die. "Okay, I won't blame you. You said that if one of our soldiers died, I would report to the brigade commander and let him remove your rank. That's nonsense, but what I said before I came here, if one of your soldiers died, I would confiscate a few of your cannons, guns, and ammunition, and that still counts."

He Songling had already started counting on his fingers, as if calculating how much military equipment should be confiscated from Li Yunlong.

"Hey, stop, stop, stop!" Li Yunlong was so anxious that his face got wrinkles and his hands left afterimages.

"Mr. He, you can't do this. You have never led troops into battle. You don't know the battlefield. In this kind of battle, there will be casualties! We only have mortars. No matter how hard we bomb, we can't kill all the Japanese. When they charge, they can't avoid casualties. Can you blame me for this?
If you don't believe me, go around the country and ask. No matter if it's our army or the bald man's army, who can fight a regiment of the Japanese without losing a single person? I, Li Yunlong, will chop off my head and give it to him! There are rules for fighting wars. Even if you are the king of the world, you have to be reasonable, right? "

"Hey, I'm not the king, but as everyone knows, the king is the smallest one in your place, so I'll find you a bigger one."

He Songling smiled cunningly: "I can't make the decision on your affairs, so I will report the matter to the brigade commander. Guess how much ordnance the brigade commander will rob you of?"

"It's over!"

After hearing what He Songling said, Li Yunlong was not angry at all. He just felt a black screen in front of his eyes and he didn't even have the strength to stand. Fortunately, Zhang Dabiao and Wei Heshang supported him on the left and right, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground.

"Mr. He, you, you look like a pretty boy with a handsome face, how can you be so dirty in your heart!"

"Old Li, I advise you to talk to me nicely, or I will talk to the division commander and ask him to ask the brigade commander for money. If you say that, the brigade commander..."

"Hey, no, I was wrong!" Li Yunlong immediately raised his arms, pushed Zhang Dabiao and Wei Dayong away, took two steps forward, and almost knelt down to kowtow to He Songling.

If He Songling's plan is really implemented, then the brigade commander will have to rob not only the American weapons of the independent regiment, but even the Japanese weapons captured this time, right?
Although it is said that a division commander at this level would not easily do something like a brigade commander robbing an independent regiment, don't forget that the division commander is also poor! If there is a complete set of American weapons, even a division commander would not be able to help but make an exception. But then Li Yunlong would return to the Qing Dynasty and could only carry wood as a gun to fight the devils.

"Mr. He, I, Li, am really impressed by you. Please stop using your magic. I admit defeat. I ask you not to let the higher-ups take advantage of me. Just deduct some of my equipment. I will be satisfied if you can leave this batch of equipment to me. I, Li Yunlong, kowtow to you!"

"Stop talking nonsense and get up." He Songling recovered some strength and pulled up the pretentious Li Yunlong.

"You have broken up a famous noble regiment of the other side, which is enough to make you famous all over the world. In a few days, not only will Baldy be forced to issue a telegram to the newspaper to commend you nationwide, but even foreign newspapers will probably mention this battle, which is very necessary to boost the morale of our Lao Zhong army and civilians in the fight against Japan. You just wait for the headquarters to commend you!"

(End of this chapter)