"General Stilwell, do you really want to see the legendary Tiger Head Taisui?!”
The old man on the horse twirled his beard and smiled as he asked the man leading the horse.
The latter could not help but sigh.
"I came to Zhongxia because I was entrusted by the president and General Marshall.”
"I hope that China can play a role in the Asian battlefield. It's best if we can create some victories! To share our burden."
The man leading the horse said with a bitter smile,"However, I don't see any hope of victory for Yuzhou.”
These two were Stilwell and Situ Meitang from Yuzhou!
Beside them were the guards sent by Hongmen to guard Situ Meitang.
"What? You saw the hope of victory from this Tiger Head Taisui?!”
Situ Meitang said to Stilwell in a teasing manner. The latter shook his head.
"What I saw was at least the behavior of a real soldier.”
Stilwell's words made Situ Meitang lose the desire to speak. The group walked in silence.
In the distance, he saw a tall, bareheaded man wearing a fur coat with a sinister look.
With more than 20 men riding on warhorses, they blocked the middle of the road with solemn expressions.
The old man sat firmly on Mount Tai without moving an inch, while the man beside him rode his horse forward with a calm expression.
" Patriarch Bodhidharma is mighty!!"
The man who rode forward made a gesture with one hand in front of his chest and shouted.
The bald man riding at the front seemed to be stunned for a moment, and his eyes were filled with memories.
"Brother, it's been a long time since someone called me that.”
As he spoke, the bald man laughed and looked at the hand gesture that the man made in front of his chest.
Only then did he dismount and speak to the man.
"Zhu Ziming of the reconnaissance battalion of the 18th independent mixed brigade has been ordered to welcome our distinguished guest!”
The eyes of the old man sitting on the horse could not help but flash when he heard this.
Then, he smiled and said,"This little brother looks like he's also from the Green Forest!" Why did you join the Eighth Route?"
"I'm ashamed! His family had once met with misfortune and had no choice but to become bandits.”
The person who came was naturally Boss Zhu. However, he cupped his hands in embarrassment.
"Fortunately, my brother Wei Guo gave me some advice and the brigade commander saved my life. The prodigal son returns."
The old man couldn't help but laugh.""Who can live without mistakes? And I heard that even if you were a fallen grass, you were bent on killing the Japanese! That's good!"
Boss Zhu gave the old man a military salute.
Then, he smiled at Stilwell, who was leading the horse in front of him, and said in a somewhat awkward English,"Welcome to the base. Your safety can now be guaranteed!”
"So, you can ride my warhorse! No one here will threaten your safety.”
Stilwell was surprised that Boss Zhu could speak English.
She smiled and replied in Chinese,"Thank you!" Your English is very good."
"Hahaha…you flatter me! Please!"
The scouts on Boss Zhu's side quickly brought out another warhorse for Boss Zhu.
Under the escort of Boss Zhu, the group of people slowly headed towards the headquarters.
Although their purpose was to see Yang Zhongde, Yang Zhongde was, after all, a subordinate of the 18th Army's boss.
Therefore, according to the rules, they had to greet the boss first, just like how they had greeted the commander of the second battle area, Officer Yan, before they came to the 18th group army.
The horse galloped through the county town. What surprised Situ Meitang and Stilwell was that Boss Zhu was like a fish in water here.
Seeing that the two of them were a little surprised, Boss Zhu smiled and explained.
The leader of the puppet army here had been dealt with by his brigade commander, and he almost lost his head.
Therefore, Yang Zhongde did not kill him, but left him as a spy.
Of course, he only contacted Boss Zhu.
Boss Zhu's current identity was the leader of the Clear Wind Stronghold and the brother of the puppet army commander here, so no one in this small town except the Japanese army stopped him.
Situ Meitang and Stilwell couldn't help but feel strange when they heard this.
Seeing this, Boss Zhu sighed and explained in a low voice. First of all, this regiment commander did not commit crimes like the other puppet soldiers.
Secondly, there were too few supplies for the eighth route, and they often needed to raise supplies from the towns.
Some of the spoils of war also needed to be sold through channels.
With this regiment commander's assurance, there was no other way for the 8th division.
Situ Meitang and Stilwell naturally knew how low Yuzhou's supplies were.
Under such circumstances, they could only raise their own military expenses.
At the same time, the two of them thought of how the Eighth Route had managed to obtain victory in such a difficult environment.
This meant that this Tiger Head Taisui had some real skills!
Suddenly, they looked forward to meeting Yang Zhongde again.
Boss Zhu stopped in front of a grocery store and used his horse to load a few boxes before leaving.
As he walked, he apologized to the two of them.
"I'm sorry! The main reason why I've delayed the two of you is that it's not easy to come out! I can bring back some medicine and copper…"
Situ Meitang's eyes lit up and he blurted out," Why are you collecting copper?!"
"Make some bullets! We never had enough bullets."
"Even if it's the main force, each of them can only fire a dozen bullets when they fight…" Boss Zhu smiled bitterly.
"God! Don't you guys practice shooting?”
Stilwell blurted out, and Boss Zhu looked at him strangely.
" We have to save the bullets used in war. After the war, we soldiers have to try our best to find the shells..."
"In this situation, where would we get the bullets to practice shooting?”
Stilwell was silent. He had imagined the hardships of the Eighth Route here.
After all, this was an occupied area. The Japanese army had no troops and equipment.
Even Guo Jun couldn't compare.
But he didn't expect the Eighth Route to be so bitter.
There was no need to talk about the daily shooting training. Even if they were to fight, each person would only be allocated a dozen bullets.
Stilwell couldn't imagine how such a battle could be fought.
He couldn't even imagine how Yang Zhongde had won in such a situation!
One had to know that if the US Army was equipped with only one ammunition belt, a Garand soldier would carry 80 8 ammo, and a Haruta soldier would carry 100 5 ammo.
This was only the standard. If they went out to fight a tough battle, they would bring one or two additional ammo belts, the kind that were diagonally across their chests.
This type of ammunition was known as a disposable bandolier. It had six pockets, and each pocket contained either one Garland magazine or two Springfield magazines.
In other words, the maximum number of bullets an Army/Marun Rifleman could carry in battle was 80 96 8=184 rounds. If it was a Springfield Rifle, it would be as high as 225 rounds!
Stilwell couldn't imagine how he could fight the fully equipped Japanese army with just a dozen bullets per person!
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