"Political commissar, look, they still have a lot of cannons!”
Suddenly.
An orderly pointed at a position behind the attacking team and shouted.
Zhao Gang quickly turned around.
At a glance.
His pupils constricted.
"Oh my god, Officer Zhao, is this really your Eighth Route Army?”
Monk Wei looked at the dozens of mortars.
He doubted his life again.
Although they were all mortars, they were not large-caliber heavy artillery.
However, with dozens of mortars, the 8th Route Army in front of him was only a regiment.
Didn't they say that ordinary regimental units of the Eighth Route Army didn't have such things as cannons?
Even the new regiment of the Sakata United Army that was wiped out by the Tianwei Army in the northwest of Jin previously only had one mortar.
At this moment.
A series of loud noises resounded throughout the battlefield.
Almost instantly, it attracted the attention of Zhao Gang, Monk Wei, and the two orderly soldiers.
He looked in the direction of the sound.
The four of them were not dumbfounded this time.
Instead, he was completely dumbfounded.
"What, what is this?"
"A truck. Oh my god, it's actually a truck.”
The two soldiers exclaimed.
Monk Wei's eyes were also wide open, and his eyeballs were about to fall out of his eye sockets.
And he could see it even more clearly.
That was no ordinary truck.
It was a modified truck that was rarely seen in the Central Division.
The truck was covered in steel plates.
The enemy's bullets were all deflected away.
He was so domineering as he charged at the front line. He withstood the enemy's hail of bullets and crazily tilted his firepower.
Oh, right.
The truck was not the only thing that mattered.
There was also the heavy machine gun on the truck.
Monk Wei looked at the heavy machine gun that was almost as tall as a man.
She kept swallowing her saliva.
It was too ferocious!
The unknown model of the heavy machine gun was too ferocious.
Even the heavy machine guns of the Central Division's main force were like toys in front of this heavy machine gun.
When the bullets were fired, they were like cannonballs.
The cement fortifications built by the enemy were directly turned into dregs.
Gulp.
It wasn't just the monk.
There were two orderly soldiers and Zhao Gang.
They all swallowed their saliva.
"Political commissar, what should we do?"
An orderly was dumbfounded.
He looked at Zhao Gang, who was standing at the side, in a daze.
Zhao Gang quickly came back to his senses.
"Let's go up and ask which team this is.”
With a hint of excitement, Zhao Gang quickly ran towards the nearest few soldiers.
"Stop! Who are you?"
A few soldiers who were carrying ammunition boxes were very vigilant.
Seeing Zhao Gang and the others approaching.
He put down the ammo box and fired a volley of bullets at the soles of Zhao Gang and the others.
"We're on the same side. I'm Zhao Gang, the political commissar of the 386th Brigade. Brothers, which division are you from?”
Zhao Gang quickly identified himself and took out his ID.
Hearing this.
The few warriors were stunned.
Then, he looked at the appointment letter that Zhao Gang had brought.
The few of them looked at each other.
All of a sudden, they saluted in unison.
"Reporting to the political commissar, we are the soldiers of the independent regiment. The one on the battlefield now is our independent regiment!”
Dumbfounded!
He was completely dumbfounded.
Zhao Gang was completely dumbfounded this time.
With his mouth wide open, he looked at the Independent Regiment soldier who was saluting him. He felt that his brain was not enough.
It wasn't just Zhao Gang.
Monk Wei was also dumbfounded.
Independent regiment?
Was this the independent regiment that had wiped out the Sakata United Army that was rumored in the prisoner of war camp a few days ago?
Wasn't it said that the equipment of the independent regiment was very backward?
Didn't the independent regiment only have one cannon and a dozen heavy and heavy mechanisms during the battle at the Gray Cloud Ridge?
What was going on now?
Automatic rifles per person!
Dozens of unknown models of mortars!
There were also armored trucks.
He had never seen a super heavy machine gun with such terrifying power!
Monk Wei licked his lips.
He suddenly felt that he had been a little arrogant earlier.
Previously, he had told Zhao Gang that the 8th Route Army was too old-fashioned and their equipment was too poor. They could not compare to the regular army of the Central Army.
He was looking at it now.
The Clown was himself?
Monk Wei was speechless.
Her large bell-like eyes were also filled with confusion.
Gulp.
He gulped again.
Zhao Gang gradually came back to his senses.
"You, you are the independent regiment that I am going to take over?”
"But, but I didn't say, I didn't say.”
Zhao Gang was at a loss for words.
A few warriors laughed.
"Reporting to the political commissar, our regiment's equipment has just been changed. Just three days ago, Mr. Ye equipped our entire regiment with Type 03 automatic rifles and equipped our regiment with dozens of Type 93 mortars. That armored truck was also given by Mr. Ye, including the Type 88 12.7mm caliber heavy machine gun on the truck.”
The warrior said proudly.
At the same time, he was very excited.
His voice was trembling slightly.
The rest of the warriors were the same.
They were all proud and excited.
In the entire army, who else could have better equipment than them?
Hiss!
Zhao Gang gasped.
His expression was filled with shock.
Monk Wei couldn't help but ask loudly,""Who is Mr. Ye? Why is he so awesome?"
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