Anti-Japanese War: I have unlimited assistance

Chapter 124 Shock!

In fact, the price given by the system to kill Sakata was a bit high.

Lin Feng immediately gave 100 submachine guns, 100 light machine guns and 2 infantry guns, as well as a deposit for weapons and ammunition.

In the subsequent collaborations, there was no cooperation on submachine guns.

But since Brother Yunlong thinks that this PPSh submachine gun is useful and wants it, there is no problem at all.

You can get it by killing the Japanese officers. And the price is clearly marked, no one is cheated.

"Thank you so much, Brother Lin."

Li Yunlong's expression was full of gratitude.

If it weren't for the weapons and ammunition provided by Boss Lin, I might have been killed by the Japanese on the battlefield.

Can such great results be achieved?

"You're welcome. This is what you deserve. Brother Yunlong, kill the devils well."

Lin Feng patted Li Yunlong on the shoulder with an emotional tone.

Lin Feng is looking forward to it. With his assistance, the Eighth Route Army will be more powerful and equipped. What kind of results can it achieve?
Can we counterattack the Japanese mainland?

Lin Feng then said, "This time, I only brought 120 million rounds of ammunition, 12 mountain cannons and 3 bases of artillery shells, as well as 5 tons of special medicine for treating poison gas."

"The quantity that needs to be delivered this time is a bit large. The remaining weapons, ammunition and various supplies will be delivered within the next week."

"Have you brought 5 tons of special medicine to treat poison gas?"

Li Yunlong asked hurriedly. The Eighth Route Army seized a batch of Japanese medicines in the two battles of Wangdongbao and Guangyang.

However, there are very few medicines for treating poison gas, and the two division field hospitals are in urgent need of such medicines.

"Yes."

Boss Lin nodded. He knew this, so this time he brought a special medicine to treat poison gas when delivering the goods to the door.

This is what the Eighth Route Army urgently needs at the moment.

Taking a deep breath, Li Yunlong said, "Brother Lin, can you find it right away? Our Eighth Route Army soldiers who were injured by poison gas are in urgent need of medicine."

"no problem."

Lin Feng nodded, then waved his hand, and his men immediately walked to the back.

After a while, Lin Feng's men came over with mule carts, a total of 30 mule carts.

Boss Lin's mules are very strong, and each mule cart can pull up to 1000 kilograms of cargo. But after all, they are medicines, which are not very heavy. It looks like a mule cart is full, but the packaging and medicines on a cart only weigh more than 300 kilograms in total.

Another 30 big mules, this wave of huge profit.

Li Yunlong looked at everyone in the New 1st Regiment, and finally his eyes fell on Zhao Gang.

Li Yunlong: "Xiao Zhao!"

Zhao Gang: “Yes!”

Li Yunlong: "I have a mission for you. You must immediately lead a platoon of soldiers to deliver this batch of special medicine to the division field hospital."

Zhao Gang: “Yes!”

Zhao Gang then selected a platoon of elite soldiers from the first battalion and drove 30 mule carts towards the division field hospital.

Looking at the backs of Zhao Gang and the soldiers, Li Yunlong felt relieved. Now the soldiers who were poisoned by the poison gas were saved.

"By the way, Brother Lin, is there any cooperation regarding gas masks?"

At present, the Japanese are still in the initial stage of using poison gas bombs, and the Eighth Route Army has no experience in protecting against poison gas.

In the Guangyang ambush, the Eighth Route Army suffered losses from the Japanese poison gas bombs.

If there were gas masks, many fewer soldiers would have been killed and injured in this battle. Although there were 3000 gas masks among the supplies provided by Boss Lin, it was still a drop in the bucket for the entire Eighth Route Army.

However, Li Yunlong could also understand that even the Japanese were not well equipped with gas masks, and they were even more of a luxury for the Eighth Route Army.

Lin Feng nodded: "Yes, we do, but we have to wait for a while. Your group should keep half of this batch of gas masks for yourselves. We will need gas masks for the cooperation when the time comes."

"Okay!" Li Yunlong nodded, "Then I'll wait for good news from Brother Lin."

Next, Li Yunlong and Lin Feng discussed some details about receiving the goods.

For example, weapons, ammunition and medicines were delivered by mule carts, while military uniforms and food were delivered by airplanes.

This made Li Yunlong very excited.

If Boss Lin really had a plane, then maybe the cake Boss Lin had painted before could really be eaten...

After the discussion, Li Yunlong planned to invite Lin Feng to the regiment headquarters for a small gathering, but Boss Lin had something to do and was about to say goodbye and leave.

Li Yunlong suddenly called out to Lin Feng: "By the way, Brother Lin, there is one more thing I would like to trouble you with."

Lin Feng asked: "What's the matter?"

Li Yunlong said, "It's like this. Our regiment is already planning to form a special forces unit, but the name of this special forces unit has not yet been decided. So I would like to ask Brother Lin to come up with a name for our new special forces unit. I hope Brother Lin will be willing to give it a name."

Lin Feng said, "For something like this, wouldn't it be fine to just pick a name? A name is just a code name." Li Yunlong, seeking Boss Lin's opinion, asked, "How about calling it the Draw Sword Commando? In ancient times, when a swordsman and a master met on a narrow road, even if the opponent was the world's best swordsman, they would still draw their swords, knowing they would die. That's called Draw the Sword."

Lin Feng didn't know where his theory of drawing the sword came from, but it was indeed inspiring to listen to it.

"The phrase 'Bright Sword' is a good one, but it's not very suitable as the name of a special forces unit."

Lin Feng shook his head:

"You can call it a sword or a blade, but special forces should have the courage to never draw their swords without sheathing them."

Li Yunlong's eyes flashed when he heard this, and he said, "Then we'll call it the Sharp Blade Commando. If our New 1st Regiment is compared to a sharp sword, then this special forces unit of mine is the sharpest part of the sword - the blade!"

Listening to Li Yunlong's vigorous and infectious words, Lin Feng seemed to see the shadow of an iron army in Li Yunlong.

The temperament of a unit is determined by its first military commander, and Li Yunlong is the first military commander of the New 1st Regiment.

The New 1st Regiment is like Li Yunlong.

When two meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins, and the one who dares to fight to the end.

This is a steel army!
Naming the special forces was just a small episode. After choosing the name, Lin Feng said goodbye and left with his men.

After watching Brother Lin and his men leave, Li Yunlong immediately ordered the logistics transport team to transport the 12 mountain cannons and artillery shells back to the regiment headquarters.

As for this batch of bullets, Li Yunlong plans to hand them all over.

Because the reward for killing the Japanese division commander this time included 44 bullets, plus the bullets that were not used up in the previous battle.

If I were to use four words to describe the current Xinyituan, it would probably be: rich as hell.

……

After Zhong Zhicheng and Zhang Dabiao completed the recruitment work, they returned to Shangzhuang Village. When they passed by the threshing ground, they saw 12 mountain cannons lined up in a row in the threshing ground, and ammunition boxes piled up like a mountain.

The two of them looked delighted and walked quickly towards the regiment headquarters.

"Lao Li, Lao Li, has Boss Lin been here?"

As he approached the entrance of the regiment headquarters, Zhong Zhicheng saw a figure swaying inside, so he walked into the headquarters while shouting.

However, Li Yunlong did not reply. Political Commissar Zhong and Zhang Dabiao walked into the regiment office and saw that the regiment commander was on the phone. When he saw the two people come in, he signaled them not to speak.

The two of them only heard Li Yunlong say with a smile on his face:
"Brigade Commander, I, Li Yunlong, congratulate you on your fortune again!"

"Not much, just about a million rounds of ammunition, a few dozen cannons, and tens of thousands of shells."

"There are also some military uniforms, helmets, food, medicine, etc., which are just some small fortunes."

"Please ask your superiors to send me some artillerymen who can fire mountain artillery. Hehe... I want to set up a mountain artillery battalion."

"With your reputation as brigade commander, you can hardly cause trouble for a mountain artillery division."

"Thank you, Donkey Palm, thank you, Donkey Palm, I kowtow to you!"

Captain Li held the receiver to his ear, smiling and bowing repeatedly.

Zhang Dabiao: “…”

Zhong Zhicheng: “…”

After hanging up the phone, Li Yunlong's smile disappeared and his expression quickly changed from a flattering smile to an expressionless face. His expression changed so quickly that he could be called a master of expression management.

Only when Li Yunlong receives the goods will he lose control of his expression.

Recalling the brigade commander's shocked tone, Li Yunlong couldn't help but feel secretly pleased. He turned to Political Commissar Zhong and Zhang Dabiao and asked, "How did you recruit 800 new soldiers so quickly?"

Zhong Zhicheng nodded and said, "800 new recruits have been recruited. They are all young and strong men with good qualities. The other young and strong men have also recognized us and agreed to join our militia. Even the Sichuan Army who were recruiting next to our recruitment office have joined us."

Li Yunlong: "..."

Zhang Dabiao explained, "Commander, these Sichuan troops came all the way from Sichuan Province to fight the Japanese, but they didn't receive any combat supplies. They were still wearing thin clothes and straw sandals, and they had the worst food, so no one wanted to join them. When the Sichuan Army company commander heard that you were the commander of our new regiment, he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and brought more than 100 people to join us."

"This Yan Laoxi is really stingy." Li Yunlong nodded. "They came all the way here to help the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army fight the Japanese, and he didn't even give them a cotton coat. But now our New 1500st Regiment has a total of more than soldiers."

Zhong Zhicheng nodded: "About the same. After the wounded return to the team, the total strength should be around 1600."

At present, recruiting soldiers, food, weapons and ammunition for the new regiment are not the biggest problems.

With the reputation Li Yunlong earned on the battlefield, the young and strong people in southeastern Shanxi would probably be able to bring their own food to join the New 1st Regiment of the Eighth Route Army.

"Stop recruiting for now," Li Yunlong said. "Once this batch of new recruits has been trained and has become combat-ready, we'll consider expanding our forces."

"Okay!" Zhong Zhicheng nodded. "By the way, I saw 12 mountain cannons placed on the threshing ground. Is that Boss Lin?"

Li Yunlong nodded, took out the list and handed it to Zhong Zhicheng: "Yes, this is the price given by Boss Lin."

"Is this... real?" Zhong Zhicheng was shocked after reading the list. "Old Li, am I dreaming?"

"Are you dreaming?" Li Yunlong said unhappily, "Even if you were dreaming, you wouldn't have dreamed of making such a fortune."

Zhang Dabiao took the list curiously and was equally shocked after reading it:
"Oh my goodness, Boss Lin is really generous this time. Looks like we'll have to kill more Japanese generals in the future."

(End of this chapter)