Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 334: A Little Drunk

The roaring sounds of these car engines were like a beam of light that illuminated the Sichuan Army Corps, and also like a thread that lifted the hearts of those who were eagerly waiting.

Long Wenjian pointed joyfully at the small path that was just big enough for one car, and danced with excitement.

"Hahaha, here they come! Here they come!"

Commander Ayi was not crazy, but organized all the soldiers of the Sichuan Army, lined up in an orderly manner, ready to welcome the commander and their supplies.

Sure enough, a lone truck drove over, pulling a dilapidated anti-tank gun.

Knuber looked at the anti-tank gun and immediately became so excited that he stuttered!

"Cannon! Anti-tank cannon!"

Long Wenjian glared at Knuber.

"Look at you, you're such a loser!"

After saying that, he walked up to the truck with a smile on his face and leaned against the window.

"Brother, where's the rest of the equipment? And the new recruits?"

Yu Zhi, the team leader, did not take the head of the group, Long Wenjian, seriously at all. He pushed open the car door and almost made him fall.

"Don't worry, this is just one truckload of weapons. Hurry up and sign to unload it. We still have to go back and report!"

Long Wenjian looked embarrassed, but looking at Yu Zhi's ugly face, he stopped talking to him and his Ah Q spirit prevailed.

"I am a group leader, I won't argue with you!"

Commander Ayi began to organize the soldiers to unload the goods, but the more they unloaded, the more they felt something was wrong. How could these be M-type equipment? They were "made in various countries"!

We have all kinds of guns, including Hanyang rifle, Zhongzheng rifle, and Type 38 rifle!

Meng Annoyed came over to Long Wenjian and poked him with his fingers.

"My great commander, something is not right. These guns look old, like discarded equipment!"

Meng Fanle was right. These broken guns were the equipment that Yu Xiaoqing’s main force had replaced.

They all had carbines and submachine guns, but they brought the replaced pieces to the Flag-Sacrificing Hill.

Moreover, they were only given one truckload of scrap metal, including only a hundred or so rifles, one Czech-made gun, one Maxim gun, and a broken 37mm anti-tank gun.

It seems that these are the so-called regimental-level firepower?

So scary?

Long Wenjian looked at Yu Zhi's M-type equipment from head to toe and guessed most of what he had.

"Brother Yu Zhi, this is all the equipment my regiment has? Isn't it a bit shabby?"

Seeing that the Sichuan Army had finished unloading the goods, Yu Zhi ignored Long Wenjian and jumped directly into the car.

"You should ask my superiors about this. I am just following orders!"

But as soon as the truck started, there were voices of ridicule.

"They, a cannon fodder group, want M-type equipment? Dream on!"

Long Wenjian's face was ashen, and he sat down on the embankment. After a while of recovering, he crawled on the ground like a madman, begging for help.

"It's over, it's over. Brother Bu La, Brother Fan La, Brother Mi Long, please give me some advice on how to get the M-type equipment. I, Long Wen Zhang, kowtow to him!"

Meng Fanle hated to see Long Wenjian go crazy, but his eyes were full of sympathy.

After all, the only way for him to vent his inner anger now is by going crazy, and at the same time, let everyone's disappointment turn into personal ridicule.

However, Meng Fanle still underestimated Long Wenjian.

Long Wenjian stood up, his face grim, and took out his box gun, firing two shots into the air.

"Sichuan Army, build fortifications immediately! Prevent the enemy from attacking! Quick, quick, move!"

Meng Fanle and other cannon fodder were frightened by the sudden gunfire.

"Are you crazy? If you are crazy, just jump into the Nujiang River by yourself, and don't bother us here! What about the enemy's sneak attack? Look at us, we have dozens of defeated soldiers, a heavy machine gun, a light machine gun, and an anti-tank gun. Is it worth the Japanese to waste shells?"

Long Wenjian was worried that no one would respond, so he turned around and immediately pointed his box gun at Meng Fanle's forehead.

"If you mislead the army, you will be punished by military law!"

Meng was annoyed and immediately held his head, and tried to move away with the shovel, but his collar tightened behind him and he was pulled back by Long Wenjian.

"Meng Fanla, Milong, come with me to the division headquarters!"

Meng Fanle and Milong hurriedly agreed, because Yu Xiaoqing's division headquarters was in Zenda, and Meng Fanle's dream lover Xiaozui was also in Zenda, and Milong's home was also in Zenda.

The three of them walked along the Nujiang River for more than two hours, passing through dense woods, and finally saw the small town of Zenda again.

Milong and Meng Fanle looked at the white walls and green tiles of Zenda, and unconsciously forgot everything about the cannon fodder group.

Long Wenjian showed a look of disgust and strode forward.

"Okay, okay, okay! I'll go find Master Yu myself. Come find me as soon as you're done!"

Milong and Meng Fanle carried out the order to the letter.

One of them was dancing the Yangge dance and picked up a handful of wild grass to make a straw hat for her adopted son. She also picked a handful of wild flowers.

"It's so fragrant!"

The other one ran to the stream in Zenda, washed his face, rubbed it carefully, and tried to force a decent smile to the trickling stream.

Meng Fanle walked quickly along the stone steps and came to a small courtyard with a wooden sign hanging on it. He already knew Xiaozui's identity as a "local prostitute".

However, since the first time Xiaozui dragged him back to the yard and saved his life, he turned against Xiaozui and stole the money he earned from selling his body and vermicelli.

There was also a second time when Xiaozui told him, "I miss you so much that I'm almost dying," and then he realized that he might not be able to let go of this woman.

Meng was annoyed and was about to knock on the sign, but in the end he froze his hand in the air and knocked on the door instead.

"Clang clang clang!"

A clear and melodious voice with Sichuan and Chongqing accent came from the yard.

"I'll go open the door!"

When Meng Fan heard that there was someone else in the room, this man who spoke nonsense and had an inferiority complex and a dark heart immediately turned around and left.

But it was still a step too late.

"You're here!"

Meng Fanle seemed to be under a spell and did not look back. He just squeezed out a few words from his trembling throat.

"Uh, well, here it comes!"

When he slowly turned around, he saw a man in M-style military uniform jogging out of the yard.

"Xiaozui, who is it?"

"a friend!"

That’s right, this person is Yu Xiaoqing’s right-hand man, Zhang Lixian.

Zhang Lixian, a native of Sichuan and Chongqing, joined the army as a student and is now the battalion commander of Yu Xiaoqing's special forces battalion.

He is the leader of the elite troops under Yu Xiaoqing, not only because he has followed Yu Xiaoqing in battles and has the longest seniority, but also because he is the soldier in Yu's army who is most like Yu Xiaoqing.

Always stand up like a gun!

Zhang Lixian recognized Meng Fanle, who was dressed in rags. One was the elite among the elites, and the other was cannon fodder among cannon fodder.

Two men who had no chance of ever meeting each other before actually started a different confrontation in front of this shabby yard.

The referee of this confrontation was not the Japanese devils or Yu Xiaoqing, but Xiaozui.