"Guild Leader…Regiment commander, bad news, there's a car behind us, it's less than a kilometer away.”
A vigilant Eighth Route Army cavalryman galloped forward and quickly stopped in front of a dark-faced middle-aged soldier in a gray military uniform with a wooden box shell gun hanging at his waist.
"What?"
The black-faced soldier was shocked. He picked up the binoculars hanging on his chest and looked behind him. As expected, there were trucks, and there were quite a number of them. There were more than ten of them.
"Quick, hide, hide!"
The black-faced soldier pulled out his shell gun and shouted at the Eighth Route Army soldiers who were marching beside him.
"That's not right, Old Kong. It doesn't seem to be a Japanese!”
A white-faced young man in the same outfit looked at the car behind him with binoculars and could not help but ask in confusion.
"Hmm?" The black-faced soldier didn't hesitate and picked up the binoculars with his left hand.
Eh... He really didn't look like a Japanese. He was wearing a different military uniform and was waving his hand as if he was shouting something. It was confirmed that they were indeed not Japanese!
The black-faced soldier put down his binoculars and looked around at the soldiers around him. I repeat, do not shoot. Listen to my orders.”
"Old Kong, why do their clothes look like the Central Military?”
The pale-faced young man looked at his companion and muttered at the same time.
"The Central Army?"
The black-faced soldier grunted, gritted his teeth, and put the pistol back into the wooden box holster. He silently watched the car coming from afar. The dark green military truck slowly came to a stop. The door opened, and an officer in a brand new military uniform jumped out of the passenger seat.
"Hello, comrade. Which department are you from? What's the matter? Oh, I'm Li Wenying, the Independent Regiment's political commissar. The black-faced one is my partner, the Independent Regiment's leader, Kong Jie.”
The white-faced youth, Shen Fang, walked over and greeted the officer who had jumped off the car.
"Old Kong, what are you doing? Come and meet our allies!"
"Good!"
The black-faced soldier named Kong Jie heard his partner's greeting and could only walk over gloomily.
"Hello!"
? Wei Qinghai looked at the two people with different skin colors and different attitudes. Although he was a little unhappy, he thought of the commander's order and could only stick to his cold butt." I am Wei Qinghai, the platoon leader of the 101st Infantry Regiment of the Restoration Army. I am under the command of the commander to provide a batch of military equipment to your army." This is the list, please accept it!"
"So it's the national army. Thank you, thank you, thank you for your help.”
Li Wenying smiled and reached out to take the list. Hiss... The commander of this unit was so generous. When did their relationship become so good?
After calming himself down, he handed the list to Kong Jie. Kong Jie was also surprised after reading it.
There were too many weapons on the list. 380 Hanyang manufactured, 100 mid-range rifles, five light machine guns, two crooked machine guns, four 60mm mortars, and 300 shells. There were also some canned beef, corresponding bullets, and more than ten boxes of grenades.
"Erm, please tell me again which part of your army you belong to. I didn't hear it clearly just now. Also, I haven't asked for the name of your commander?”
Kong Jie's hands trembled as he stared at Wei Qinghai with red eyes and asked respectfully.
He had no choice but to be excited. His regiment only had 1,000 people, and the other party had given him half of the regiment's equipment. Other than seven machine guns, there were also four 60mm mortars and 300 artillery shells. This gift was too generous. It was only right for him to be polite.
"The 101st Infantry Regiment of the Restoration Army Independent Division. As for the commander, I have no comment!”
Wei Qinghai pursed his lips. Everything about the commander was a secret, and he would not reveal it.
"Restoration Army Independent Division?"
Kong Jie heard it clearly this time. He turned to look at his partner, Li Wenying. Why didn't I know about it?"
"Cough cough…"
Li Wenying directly pinched Kong Jie, and at the same time, she kept giving him a look. Who cares if you've heard of it or not? They're here to give gifts. Would it kill you to say a few good words?
Kong Jie reacted immediately after being pinched by his partner. Then, he grinned and began to praise the commander of the opposing team.
Wei Qinghai had already seen their little actions clearly. He was too lazy to deal with them. He walked to the back of the car and said," Please organize people to unload the car as soon as possible. We still have a mission. We need to drive back!"”
"Ah, good, good, good!"
Kong Jie laughed dryly, rubbing his hands as he followed.
"First Battalion Commander, quickly organize the soldiers to unload the vehicles. Our weapons have arrived.”
Li Wenying didn't follow, but shouted at the top of her lungs.
"Hey, I'm here, political commissar!"
Ye Song, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately ran over and ordered his soldiers to start unloading the truck.
"Political commissar, are these all for us?”
Ye Song was drooling as he played with the 60% new Zhongzheng rifle in his hand. He turned to look at Li Wenying.
"You talk too much nonsense. Hurry up!"
Shen Fang stretched out his leg and kicked him. He turned around and walked towards Wei Qinghai, who was beside the car. He had to sound out the other party's background so that he could write a report and submit it to the headquarters after the battle.
It was around two or three o'clock in the afternoon when Kong Jie and Li Wenying moved their weapons out of the car. They looked at the convoy leaving with rolling dust. Their expressions were quite complicated. There was joy and doubt in them.
"Old Li, have you found out what the other party is up to?”
Kong Jie looked at his partner and asked.
"No!"
Li Wenying sighed. It was not that he did not work hard, but the other party was too vigilant. In an hour, his mouth was almost worn out, and he only knew a resounding unit number: the 101st Infantry Regiment of the Restoration Army Independent Division! However, he did not know that there was such a unit, alright?
"Alright, don't even think about it if it doesn't work. Come over and take a look at these mortars. Damn it, I didn't expect that our Old Kong would have a mortar platoon one day.”
Kong Jie's eyes lit up. His rough hands, which were full of calluses, touched the mortars. He looked even more affectionate than his wife.
"You!"
Li Wenying shook her head and squatted down to look at the mortars.
"M2- 60 mortar?"
He looked at the English letters on the gun barrel and the advanced scope and could not help but shout.
"Adore what?"
Kong Jie stared at Li Wenying in confusion and asked," Why did you say such a thing?"
"M2 is the model number! It meant the second generation, which meant that this mortar had an M1 model. Alright, you just need to know that this is the latest model of mortars in the United States. It can shoot farther, more accurately, and is lighter.”
Li Wenying pinched the space between her eyebrows and explained seriously.
"What? Oh!"
Kong Jie, who was a boorish man, nodded. He also knew his lack of education, so he had always been humbly learning from Shen Fang.
"Old Li, it's getting late. We've been delayed for so long. In addition, the soldiers have to familiarize themselves with the weapons in their hands. Why don't we build fortifications on the spot?”
Kong Jie looked around and discussed with Li Wenying.
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