Bright Sword Military System

Chapter 8 Cold Chrysanthemum
After the security department and the enemy's Ministry of Industry joined together, they put on two donkey carts and set off.

This donkey cart is really a cart pulled by a donkey, not a horse called a donkey.

The life in the base area is hard, and it is not mechanized like a little devil. Horses are valuable equipment, usually used by correspondents or cadres at the regiment level and above, and usually only donkeys or wounded can be used for logistics transportation. , old and useless horse.

Twelve people from the security department were in charge of a donkey cart and walked ahead, and nine people from the enemy industry department were in charge of the other driving behind.

Li Yunlong took the guards straight to the Shui Yaozi Arsenal thirteen kilometers away... He was going to Zhang Wan, an old comrade-in-arms and fellow villager who was also the director of the arsenal and the director of the logistics department.

Li Yunlong's goal is thirty boxes of grenades, so that the two donkey carts are just full and not wasted at all.

Of course, it depends on luck and the mood of old comrades-in-arms.

Before leaving, Li Yunlong also specifically explained to Li Dachui: "Take care of the two jars of old wine in the car, and I expect to use them for grenades. If something goes wrong, your enemy's Ministry of Industry will exchange food and equipment!"

"Yes!" Li sledgehammer sounded like a bell and stepped forward to answer: "Let's rest assured, head of the regiment, we promise to complete the task!"

But before Li Yunlong could go far, Li Dachui's body softened again, and he said weakly: "I thought it was a mission? It's just to watch the wine and ammunition! The enemy's Ministry of Work is raised by the stepmother..."

"Hey, you can't say that." The instructor interrupted Li Dazhui: "Comrade Li Dazhui, this is your fault. Revolutionary work, no matter how big or small, is an important part of the battle. What's more, this time we are still lucky. Ammunition. You think, what our troops lack is ammunition, we are solving a big problem for the troops, how can this be a small task?"

Li Dazhui replied knowingly, "The instructor said yes," and stopped talking.

He knew that if he talked to the instructor, he would have no time to be idle along the way.

After a while of silence, the instructor turned the target to Xiaodongbei:

"Comrade Wang Xuexin, I heard that you made a meritorious service yesterday? Take advantage of the time now, and tell the comrades about your meritorious experience? It's good for the comrades to study!"

"Comrade Wang Xuexin? Comrade Wang Xuexin..."

At this time, Wang Xuexin was thinking about how to save the arsenal from the devil to complete the main task. The instructor only responded after several calls.

"Ah? Oh..." Wang Xuexin replied, "Making meritorious service? In fact, it's nothing, just collected a small piece of information."

The instructor looked at Wang Xuexin's stunned expression, and commented with satisfaction: "Humble and cautious, great wisdom is like a fool."

Wang Xuexin added: "Instructor, I have nothing to say. If military secrets are leaked, the regiment commander won't spare me!"

The instructor nodded: "Strictly keep secrets and stand firm!"

The little trumpet interjected with some dissatisfaction: "Instructor, what about the matter of Xiaodongbei hiding under the bed?"

The instructor pushed the thick lens on the bridge of his nose, tapped his finger in the void, and replied, "That's called flexibility, preserving strength!"

After a pause, the instructor explained earnestly:

"Comrades, you must know that we are the Ministry of Work of the enemy."

"The difference between the Ministry of Work of the enemy and the combat troops is that the combat troops are used to fight wars, while we collect intelligence, instigate countermeasures and propaganda."

"We can't stick to the enemy's bayonet with stubbornness like bulls!"

"Let's use a kind of ingenuity, just like Comrade Wang Xuexin, to preserve our strength and collect information, so that we can make greater contributions to the cause of anti-Japanese!"

"Otherwise... Where does the information come from? How can you make a contribution?"

The instructor's words made the soldiers lose their voices, and even Wang Xuexin, the client, was convinced... Saying this, it's really fucking like that.

Along the way, there are instructors doing ideological work for the soldiers, and their ears will definitely not be idle. One moment is summarizing experience, another moment is reflection, or setting goals.

Wang Xuexin believed that if he went to the Shuiweizi Arsenal in this way, the instructor would definitely arrange the work plan of the enemy's Ministry of Industry for the coming year.

Just as the group was walking and talking about passing a sorghum field, more than a dozen fully-armed ghost soldiers suddenly jumped out from both sides and surrounded the soldiers.

The leader was a sergeant with a yellow line and two stars in the center of his epaulette, which was the rank of sergeant. Wang Xuexin knew that this rank was usually squad leader.

The sergeant shouted at the soldiers in blunt Chinese: "Raise your hand, otherwise, you will die!"

Wang Xuexin said "yo ho" in his heart:
"Pretending to be like that? The devil's accent and habits have been brought on!"

"In addition, the devils have a class full of 13 people, and none of them will be lost."

"If a TV series can be so sophisticated, it's hard not to be popular!"

"And the killing intent in the eyes of these 'ghosts', as well as that demeanor, that action... The whole thing is called professional!"

"Master, master!"

Wang Xuexin almost didn't give them a thumbs up.

Li Dazhui and the others obviously did not expect to meet the devil here, and immediately froze in place.

But he was only stunned for a few seconds, and when he reacted, he scolded: "Damn, comrades, we fought with them, we must not let..."

"Squad leader!" Wang Xuexin hurriedly stopped: "You can't force it, this is the hinterland of our base area, this group of devils is probably lost. Let's delay with them and wait for reinforcements!"

"Comrade Wang Xuexin is right!" The instructor thought for a moment and then replied: "Comrades, we don't have the equipment, so reckless fighting is not the way! Listen to my command, slowly raise your hands and surrender, delay time with the devil, and wait for the opportunity!"

The instructor said so, and the others followed suit and slowly raised their hands.

The sergeant ordered everyone to gather on the ground, including more than a dozen people from the security section, surrounded by a circle of "devils" with guns and live ammunition.

Then the commander pointed to his feet in blunt Chinese and asked, "This, where? Name?"

Wang Xuexin couldn't help but sigh again, he acted so well, Oscar owes this guy a golden statue.

Security Section Officer Liu Yinian gritted his teeth and ordered: "No one is allowed to say, otherwise I..."

Before he could say anything, the military officer grabbed him and punched him in the face. In an instant, Liu Yinian's face was blue and purple, and blood oozes from the corner of his mouth.

Wang Xuexin thought: "Hey, it's over!"

But think about it, it is really impossible to force the traitor without some violence. This may be the meaning of the head of the regiment. Li Yunlong's temper is really capable, so he didn't say a word.

"Fuck your grandma's little devil!" Liu Yinian spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and cursed: "I have no intention of living when I fall into your hands! Comrades! Devils have always been ruthless and do not want to live, and it is the same. So you must not let go. …”

The sergeant came up with two more punches, and then took out a box of king bastards from the holster and aimed it at Liu Yinian's head.

At this time, a person slowly stood up, nodded to the military officer and said, "Taijun, Taijun, my own... Han Ju!"

(End of this chapter)