Bright Sword: From Northwest Shanxi to Changjin Lake, a Hundred Battles, a Hundred Victories

Chapter 5 Announcement
"The captain and the others are all fine, they're all perfectly healthy, and we even won a great victory!"

Dafei said with a smug look on his face.

"what?"

"What battles did you win?"

Li Zhu looked incredulous.

In his mind, Chen Ming led four soldiers to seek revenge against the Japanese, and it would be good enough if they survived, let alone won a great victory.

Do you really think you can deal with more than fifty well-equipped enemies with just two guns and a dozen bullets?
Seeing Li Zhu's anxious appearance, Da Fei was no longer in a hurry.

Normally, Li Zhu is the deputy captain of the district team. As the oldest and most experienced, he always appears calm and composed.

This time, he saw another side of the pillar book.

"Guess how many enemies we eliminated?"

"Don't try to fool me, just tell me." Li Zhu angrily raised his leg and kicked Da Fei in the butt with a thud.

"Hey, Uncle Zhu, stop kicking me!" Dafei was kicked by Li Zhu's two whip kicks and ran away with his head in his hands, begging for mercy.

He continued, "The captain and I raided the Japanese camp in the village. The captain told Tiesheng and me to go to the back of the village to meet them."

"Not long after, we heard an explosion. I heard from the other soldiers that the captain had sneaked into the Japanese camp, taken care of the Japanese sentries, and then used the captured grenades to wipe out all the sleeping Japanese soldiers."

"After that, the captain used his position to intimidate the traitors by pretending to be the main force. As a result, more than 30 traitors were captured without firing a single shot."

Dafei said smugly.

Although he was assigned a support role, he did not directly participate in the entire battle.

But this was a victory won by their district squad, and as a member of the district squad, he was also proud of it.

"What?! All fifty-odd enemies are wiped out?!"

Upon hearing Dafei's words, Li Zhu stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape in astonishment.

Their district squad had been chased all over the place by this group of Japanese and puppet troops, but in just one night, they were all wiped out.

Who would believe that if I told them?

In other words, Li Zhu knew that Da Fei was not a boastful person. If it were anyone else, he would have slapped them twice to wake them up.

"Yes, a small squad of Japanese soldiers was wiped out. The last three who were still breathing were shot by me and Tiezhu with the three bullets that Erdan had captured."

Dafei said.

At this point, Dafei turned his gaze to the corpse of Erdan lying to the side, and felt a little relieved.

He finally avenged his brothers!

"Great, great, Captain is amazing!" Li Zhu was so happy that he danced with joy. Then, he asked the question he was most concerned about.

"What about the spoils? How many guns and ammunition were captured? Was the Japanese machine gun still in good condition?"

Besides the number of enemies killed, what he cared about most was weapons and ammunition.

There was no other way; the district squad was simply too poor. A district squad of about thirty people only had three old rifles with rifling worn down to almost nothing, and they couldn't even afford one bullet per person.

Or rather, the conditions were extremely harsh throughout the entire operation behind enemy lines.

Even regular armies couldn't keep up with ammunition surpluses, hence the nickname "Three-Shot Eighth Route Army" originated during this period.

Dafei perked up when the topic of the spoils came up.

"We captured more than forty guns and more than two thousand rounds of ammunition. We also captured the Japanese light machine guns and one of their small cannons, what was it called, a grenade launcher."

"Wow! So much! This is really a windfall!"

Li Zhu clapped his hands excitedly, the "clap clap" sound echoing throughout the temporary camp.

The wounded soldiers resting on the ground nearby were also very happy to hear the conversation between the two.

Their squad has finally struck it rich this time. "Yeah, we have so much equipment now. The captain sent me to call you to the village. He said that being in the wilderness would worsen the soldiers' injuries."

Dafei revealed the purpose of his trip.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhu nodded repeatedly.

We must go. The place they've renovated is so remote that we can't even light a fire, and we can't even get a drink of water.

If this drags on for too long, the wounded soldiers might not be able to hold on.

"Get up, everyone! The captain has won a great victory and is waiting for us in the village."

Li Zhu spoke to the soldiers who were sitting and resting.

The soldiers were now itching to get to their captain and see the new guns they had captured.

The wounded soldiers stood up with the help of Li Zhu, Da Fei, and Wang Xiaohu.

Their injuries weren't particularly serious; they just couldn't continue long-distance combat or engage in strenuous activity.

Those who were seriously wounded either died from their injuries while being pursued by the Japanese, or, like Erdan, died in the camp.

The surviving soldiers are no longer in danger of losing their lives in the near future.

"Brother Dafei, can I touch your new gun?" Wang Xiaohu looked at the Type 38 rifle on Dafei's back and was extremely envious.

What a great gun! It's much better than the old rifles in their unit. With this, they'll definitely be able to kill more Japanese devils.

"Of course, no problem." Dafei smiled, took off his Type 38 rifle from his back, and handed it to Wang Xiaohu.

Wang Xiaohu took the gun, hugged the gun which was taller than him, and liked it very much. He touched it from left to right and looked at it from right to left, just like touching a girl's hand.

"Little Tiger, let me touch it too, I want to touch it too."

One of the soldiers spoke expectantly.

"Here you go, Brother Erhu." Wang Xiaohu reluctantly handed the Type 38 rifle to the soldier.

"hey-hey."

The soldier took the gun and performed no better than Wang Xiaohu, treating it like a precious treasure.

Touching the new gun, he felt that his wounds didn't hurt as much, and he was filled with joy.

The seven squad members in the camp all eagerly tried out the new guns, and they were all beaming with joy.

This was the first time they had ever handled such a fine gun.

Even the usually composed Li Zhu couldn't put down the gun and couldn't wait to use it to kill the Japanese devils.

However, Li Zhu was the deputy captain after all, and he was mature and steady. After the soldiers had all handled the new guns, he told them to put them away.

"Alright, give the gun to Xiaohu, let's go meet up with the captain," Li Zhu said.

You can experience the guns later; there are still more than forty guns in the village where the captain lives.

He was now eager to see the spoils of their district squad, the corpses of the Japanese soldiers, and the captured traitors.

The team in the temporary camp began to move.

A soldier with a leg injury who could not move was carried on Li Zhu's back, while Wang Xiaohu was responsible for carrying a gun and supporting another soldier.

Dafei carried Erdan's body on his back, wanting his brother's spirit in heaven to see that three Japanese soldiers had been shot dead with bullets he had captured with his life.

Both men were originally farmers and had great strength. Although they were malnourished, they could easily carry someone for two kilometers.

The remaining soldiers were able to walk slowly on their own.

This time, unlike when they were being chased by the Japanese, the soldiers were all in high spirits and their steps were much lighter.

　The next chapter will be released at noon.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)