Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 590: Lao Li, do you want a plane?
"Li Yunlong!"

Zhao Gang slammed the table in the temporary regiment headquarters, "Do you fucking know that you are the head of the independent regiment? A dignified military commander, riding a horse and rushing to the front as a commando? The commander of the cavalry company can't run faster than you! We are retreating, retreat, understand!"

"Zhao Gang, stop glaring at me!"

Li Yunlong has never backed down from a verbal fight. He would intervene even if he was not in the right. Moreover, he was going to win the battle this time. "Listen to me in military affairs. Have you forgotten? Besides, I have cannons and can win battles. What do you care how I fight?"

"If it weren't for He Songling, would you have won this battle?" Zhao Gang laughed angrily. "Based on the strength and deployment of the Japanese in this raid, our independent regiment would have been dispersed long ago. It's hard to say whether you are still alive or not. You still have the right to shout here?"

"Isn't Old He here?" Li Yunlong shouted angrily at He Songling, "Old He, do you think we are fighting the right battle?"

"I can't say. I'm just under your command temporarily. I still have to write a battle report to the chairman." He Songling pretended to write quickly at his desk. "By the way, send a copy to the brigade commander."

"Hey, don't, don't, don't!"

Li Yunlong was not afraid of anyone, but he was afraid of the brigade commander. Not to mention that he had artillery now, even if he had an aircraft carrier in the future, he would still be afraid of the brigade commander.

"We are in the anti-mopping-up period and are in a strategic retreat. The entire brigade has been dispersed and we are told to act accordingly. This is an order from above. How can you still report it to the brigade commander?"

In fact, Li Yunlong wanted to curse, but he didn't dare. He was a genius in fighting and had a terrifying battlefield sense. Even Zhao Gang could see that if it weren't for the support of He Songling's artillery battalion, the independent regiment would have suffered heavy losses, and he knew it in his heart.

Apart from the brigade commander, the person he could not afford to offend the most was He Songling in front of him.

"It's okay. Since we started experiencing the Japanese raid, we have fought and retreated dozens of battles, big and small. I copied the brigade commander every time, but he only called back once, saying that preserving the manpower is the priority. In this situation, he can't take care of you."

He Songling chuckled and said, "Our army has discipline and all actions are under command. This is true, but this time the order is for us to ensure the survival of our manpower while retreating. Just don't turn around and rush back like you did when you fought the Bantian Regiment in Cang Yunling. The superiors won't be able to take care of other trivial matters."

"So," Li Yunlong's eyes began to sparkle, "can we beat the Japanese with all our might?"

"I'm not going. I'm just under your command temporarily." He Songling stayed out of it. Whoever is the head of the group would have the headache about such troublesome matters.

"Anyway, the Chairman ordered me to break out as soon as possible and join up with Guo's army. Since it's a breakout, there will definitely be a firefight. If we can't win in a firefight, I'm still the chief instructor of the Flying Tigers. Hey, Commander Li, do you want aircraft support?"

"You..." Zhao Gang was stunned.

He originally thought that He Songling's arrival would give him more people to help him stop Li Yunlong from messing around, but he didn't expect that He Songling was even crazier than him. The richest man in the world actually went to the battlefield to operate the cannon and blow people up.

Moreover, this man was extremely cunning. When he saw that the Japanese were all light infantry, he would open fire with his cannons to bombard them. If the Japanese reported that they had the Eighth Route Army's heavy artillery and sent a regiment equipped with heavy weapons, he would take Li Yunlong and run away without any delay, making the Japanese jump up and down and curse in the streets.

Now it's even better, he even claimed to use airplanes. Zhao Gang knew with his heels that He Songling would definitely not bring the Flying Tigers over. The bald guy just couldn't do anything to him, but he didn't want to let the command of the army fall behind a civilian businessman and a lieutenant colonel battalion commander. It's conceivable that He Songling must have meant to fly his own plane over to shoot the Japanese.

As it turned out, what Zhao Gang thought was right.

In the following battles, He Songling actually flew a fighter plane from the nearest airport and used the machine gun to shoot at the Japanese. Li Yunlong was so excited that he wanted to take his place.

With He Songling doing so well, the independent regiment not only did not suffer too many casualties, but it even had enough energy to help his old comrades Ding Wei and Kong Jie solve some problems.

During this retreat, He Songling's realm gradually improved. The fog that blocked his eyes gradually became clearer.

"Old Li, it's almost time. If we keep fighting like this, the main force of the Japanese in North China will arrive. If they really send a full-scale tank attack, my artillery battalion will not be able to protect you. Run if you need to."

After fighting for nearly half a month, He Songling felt that the battle was almost over. If it continued like this, that old devil Okamura would probably pay close attention to it and deploy attacks against the independent regiment.

"Stop talking." Li Yunlong felt a little regretful, but now that things have come to this, he also knows the importance of it. "Where should we run?"

"Zhaojiayu is almost the same. We should feign defeat a few times and give the Japanese a sweet treat. Otherwise, even if we retreat to northwest Shanxi, we will still suffer." He Songling pointed to the map and said the location.

"Sweet?" Zhao Gang objected: "You want us to lose the battle on purpose and give our lives to the devils? We can't do that. Even if the devils from North China send a large force to annihilate us, we will die standing. There is no reason to give away the lives of our comrades in vain."

"You are also blinded by your thoughts." He Songling felt a little sympathetic towards Li Yunlong at this moment. Why didn't Old Zhao listen to what he said? He didn't even think about himself. His crazy fighting style was even crazier than Li Yunlong's. He made Zhao Gang suffer from PTSD. How could he be patient with him?
It is now a consensus among both ordinary people and extraordinary people to think badly of He Songling.

"Human life is the most important thing, of course we can't give it away for nothing, but your scrap metal can be used."

"What scrap metal!" Before Zhao Gang could react, Li Yunlong slammed the table and stood up, "Those were all the equipment we captured with our lives!"

Li Yunlong knew exactly what He Songling was trying to do. This tycoon relied on his wealth and didn't take his equipment seriously. He would throw away whatever he could.

"What are you afraid of? When you first took over the new regiment, the troops had not yet formed combat effectiveness and lacked weapons and equipment. There were less than ten light machine guns in the regiment, and no heavy machine guns. The rifles were old-style Hanyang rifles. Even so, there was no gun for every two people. You went to ask the brigade commander for one. What did he say?"

He Songling repeated the lines that Li Yunlong said during his first frank negotiation with Zhao Gang, which stunned Li Yunlong.

"Damn it, Lao Zhao, why do you tell everything to outsiders?"

(End of this chapter)