The deputy general staff nodded and observed the surroundings as he walked.
They entered the village at the west end of the village. The new regiment was stationed in an adobe house at the east end of the village, so they had to pass through all the villages along the way. Not long after they entered the village, the deputy general staff locked his gaze on an empty space at the east end of the village.
The open space paved with bluestone was originally used by the villagers to dry the grain. Obviously, no one would dry the grain at this time of the year. At this moment, there were five mortars on the bluestone. Wang Chengzhu was humming a tune with his back facing the crowd. He was wiping the cannons with a towel. After he was done, he even smeared butter on the moving parts of the cannons to maintain them.
Under the sunlight, the barrel of the cannon shone with a faint metallic luster.
Five cannons... The deputy general staff raised his eyebrows. It was normal for the regiment to have small-caliber mortars, but five was a lot. It was enough for a company.
The deputy general staff walked directly behind Wang Chengzhu. When he saw the five mortars on the ground, his pupils constricted.
A 60-caliber mortar with a long barrel and extended range. Judging from the quality of the steel and the inscriptions, it was definitely not made by the domestic arsenal but imported from abroad.
It was even brand new.
As the deputy general staff, he was naturally knowledgeable and had a deep military foundation. He could tell the difference between these mortars at a glance.
Where did Li Yunlong get these things? The Japanese didn't have such a thing. Did they rob the Japanese army's arsenal? But when did the Japanese army import foreign 60-caliber mortars?
Although he was puzzled, the deputy general staff did not disturb Wang Chengzhu, who was focused on polishing the cannon. Instead, he led the group away.
Just as he reached the center of the village, he made another discovery.
In the center was an open space paved with bluestone bricks. The bluestone bricks were full of scratches and looked very old.
In the small open space, about a hundred soldiers in formal attire lined up neatly. They marched in unison and lunged forward. Their slogans were loud and they had a strong aura. The guns in their hands were all M1924 Mauser rifles.
Many villagers were watching from the side, and the officer in charge of the training was still directing the training, completely ignoring the surrounding villagers. Occasionally, there would be bold children who ran into the team, but he did not care. He just let a soldier send them to the side, and even the request to touch the gun would be satisfied.
In front of the team, there were 30 brand new machine guns. Beside each machine gun was an opened bullet box. The orange bullets flickered under the sunlight.
This was a show of strength, a demonstration of the Eighth Route Army's strength, showing that the army had the ability to resist the devils and protect the villagers. The deputy general staff department naturally understood the purpose of this seemingly meaningless training.
However…
There were 20 new, imported rifles, and these bullets. This box of bullets should be 1,000 rounds, so 30 boxes of bullets totaled 30,000 rounds. Looking at the machine gun array in front of the team, the deputy general staff officer couldn't help but twitch his mouth.
So rich
The Japanese didn't have any of those, and the number of puppet soldiers was pitifully small. Moreover, these were obviously imported goods.
He had imported guns, mortars, and even some of the other weaponry. Where did Li Yunlong get all these things from? Did he steal from Yan Laoxi's arsenal?
All along, Li Yun Long and his new team had always been a weirdo.
The new regiment was originally a backbone regiment. It belonged to the second line of the 8th Route Army. Its main purpose was to defend the base area, strengthen the occupied area, and occasionally block the puppet troops, so that the main force could have free hands to fight with the devils. In addition, he also replenished the main force.
The skeleton regiment only had a small amount of living supplies distributed. There were no weapons or ammunition allocated. If they wanted weapons, they had to rely on supplies to exchange for them from the headquarters, such as steel rails to exchange for guns and bullet shells to exchange for bullets.
They could also seize the Japanese soldiers and the guns left behind by the civilians.
The other elite groups were doing well, but this new group was not doing anything serious. They were supposed to deal with bullies, bandits, and puppet troops, but Li Yunlong insisted on fighting the devils. Moreover, he beat the devils until they screamed. They were even more ruthless than the regular main force.
In just a year, they had gone from the weakest core group to the most capable main force group.
This caused the main force of the 129th Division to lose face.
After a moment of silence, the deputy general staff found a staff officer from the headquarters and said,"Fei Shan, you have a fellow countryman who is a battalion commander here and is familiar with this place. Go and find out where these weapons came from."
" Yes." The advisor nodded and left alone.
The Deputy General Staff Officer had met Regiment Commander Li many times, so he naturally knew this kid's personality. According to his estimation, this kid would definitely not tell him the source of these weapons. Even if he asked, he would most likely be smothered.
Everyone continued to walk towards the new group of regiments at the eastern end of the village.
When they were about to reach the eastern end of the village, they met a group of mules. Unlike the usual mules, each of these mules was extremely tall and each of them was carrying a large number of items.
There were bricks, firewood, and most of them were buckets. The weight was not light. The big wooden buckets were filled with about 20 kilograms of water. Each mule carried six of them, which was 120 kilograms.
Carrying more than 200 catties of water and climbing the hill so easily, this mule was a little powerful…
Everyone looked at him for a long time.
The mules and horses were very important in the 8th Route Army. They were the only means of transportation.
" This is the transport platoon of the new regiment. That's Old Wang. He's a veteran, but he was injured and left with a hidden illness, so he was transferred to the logistics unit," said the staff officer of the brigade.
The Deputy General Staff Department nodded and looked at the group of mules with a strange expression.
These mules were all good mules. They were sturdy, strong, and had strong endurance. They were the best mules he had ever seen in his life.
He was only a little surprised by a sturdy and good mule, but it was strange to see so many sturdy mules.
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