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Chapter 28 Lao Li never loses!

Li Yunlong invited Kong Jie to the inner room of the regiment headquarters.

The two sat cross-legged on the Kang.

Kong Jie looked at the map and the wine bowl on the table, and saw a circle circled somewhere on the map with sharp eyes, so he took a closer look.

"Wanjia Town? Lao Li, are you going to make an idea of ​​Wanjia Town?"

"No way." Li Yunlong quickly put away the map, denying it vehemently, "A few days ago I took a battalion to Zhengtai Road to do a side job, Wanjia Town is close to Zhengtai Road, I was afraid of the devils and puppet troops there for reinforcements, so I marked it a bit."

Kong Jie's expression changed, and he asked quickly, "How many good things did you get?"

Li Yunlong took a bowl, poured a bowl of wine for Kong Jie, and took out some peanuts as a side dish.

"How much good stuff?"

"Speak out and scare you!"

"A full 20 tons of shells!"

Kong Jie's pupils shrank slightly, envious: "My God, 20 tons of shells, you Li Yunlong made a fortune this time!"

"Don't mention it, the 20 tons of shells are all fucking gas bombs, I blow them all up in a fit of anger."

Li Yunlong looked bloody, picked up the wine bowl and touched Kong Jie, took a sip of burnt sweet potatoes, then quickly peeled two peanuts and threw them into his mouth to wash away the taste of the wine.

"Gas bomb? That's a pity." Kong Jie took a sip of soju with a regretful face.

"Where is the base of your independent group now?" Li Yunlong asked.

Kong Jie: "What's the matter in Dayizhuang?"

Li Yunlong: "It's nothing, I'll just ask."

Kong Jie asked: "I heard Cheng Xiazi say that your new regiment made a fortune a few days ago and got more than 100 submachine guns and a field gun?"

"There is such a thing." Li Yunlong said, "The shells of the field artillery are a little less, less than 200 rounds."

Kong Jie couldn't help gasping when he heard the words, and said in a sour tone, "Old Li, you're so damn lucky, why didn't this happen to me, but I remember the last time our independent team and the Sakata United team Fighting against each other, the opponent is not equipped with field guns and submachine guns, has the devil changed his equipment?"

Li Yunlong said.

"The devils still use those equipments, they haven't changed. I got the field guns and submachine guns from other sources."

"To tell you the truth, brother, I recently got 20 tons of weapons and ammunition."

"Eight Maxim guns and six 8mm mortars, all of which are from major foreign manufacturers."

"The ammunition is so-so, with more than 3000 rounds of bullets and less than [-] rounds of shells."

Kong Jie's eyes widened when he heard the words, and the sweet potatoes in front of him instantly became stale.

This is only half of what Li Yunlong said, otherwise Kong Jie would have heard everything and his jaw would have dropped?
"With so many weapons and ammunition, the brigade commander didn't rob you?" Kong Jie asked.

"Why didn't you rob? The brigade commander said 20 tons of weapons and ammunition." Li Yunlong said.

"Then did you give it?" Kong Jie asked.

"Who is our old Li?" Li Yunlong said, "It's impossible, absolutely impossible for the brigade commander to win the autumn wind from me."

Kong Jie said again: "Old Li, we are brothers from the same class. You have a way to make a fortune, so you can't eat alone."

"Of course, we two are with whom, and you, old Kong, are absolutely indispensable." Li Yunlong grinned slightly.

"Old Li, are you serious?"

Kong Jie's eyes lit up slightly, and he just said that casually, but Li Yunlong actually agreed.

Leader Li took a sip of wine, wiped the corner of his mouth and said.

"Of course, when did our old Li lie to you?"

"However, there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Naturally, if you want to get rich, you have to pay a price."

Kong Jie said conveniently: "Our old Kong is poor and has nothing. If you want something, you can take it."

Li Yunlong said: "Wang Xikui from your independent regiment was my old subordinate when he was in the Red Army. You give him to me, and I will bring you to make a fortune in the future."

When Li Yunlong was the commander of the Red Army, Wang Xikui was a soldier in his regiment. This Wang Xikui is a sharpshooter, and he can shoot wherever he can within 300 meters.

And his single-handed stabbing skills are extremely good. During the Long March, Wang Xikui singled out a squad of the national army with a bayonet in his hand and won.

That is to say, Wang Xikui's personality is a bit withdrawn, and he is not suitable for leading troops. Otherwise, he would have been promoted to be a platoon leader or company commander earlier, and he wouldn't be just a squad leader now.

Chen Feng told Li Yunlong that all members of the special forces are at the level of a soldier king.

Isn't Wang Xikui the king of soldiers?

Ever since Chen Feng taught Li Yunlong about special operations and special forces that day, Li Yunlong has been thinking about trying to form his own special forces.

The more he thought about it, the more itchy his heart became. Sometimes Li Yunlong even felt that he was no worse than the King of Soldiers.

If there are 100 Li Yunlongs, then use 100 Li Yunlongs to form a special force.

God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha.

"You want Wang Xikui?" Kong Jie knocked on the table, frowning slightly.

"Why, don't you want to?"

"It's fine if you don't want to. If you see our old Li getting rich in the future, don't be greedy for your old Kong."

Seeing Kong Jie's expression, Li Yunlong took a sip of wine unhurriedly and said slowly.

"It's not that he doesn't want to. This Wang Xikui is a good player in battle, and he is easy to use. If you can express it, I will reluctantly let him go to you."

Kong Jie is also a master who does not scatter the eagle when he sees the rabbit.

There are many soldiers with good marksmanship in the army, but without weapons and ammunition, no matter how good the marksmanship is, it is useless.

The independent regiment that went through the anti-mopping up in Cangyunling is running out of ammunition, and Cheng Xiazi said that Li Yunlong has made a fortune.

Apart from expressing thanks, Kong Jie came to the door this time for another purpose, which was to borrow some weapons and ammunition from Li Yunlong.

He set his sights on a devil's newly opened transport road, borrowed some weapons and ammunition to use as the capital of the transport team, and returned it after earning money, and it didn't matter if Li Yunlong charged some interest.

However, Li Yunlong's move played right into Kong Jie's arms.

"How much do you want? You count." Li Yunlong said in a deep voice.

Li Yunlongmenqing, the so-called expression in Kong Jie's mouth, naturally exchanged weapons and ammunition with him.

"I don't want much, just 2 Maxim, 4 light machine guns, and 4000 rounds of machine gun ammunition."

Kong Jie said a certain amount, and asked the price all over the sky, waiting for Li Yunlong to sit on the ground and pay back the money

When Li Yunlong heard it, he said on the spot: "Forget it, come, come, drink and drink."

Although he made a fortune, Li Yunlong should not be taken advantage of.

Now it was Kong Jie's turn to be anxious: "Don't, Lao Li, can you pay back the price?"

Li Yunlong said: "I don't want Wang Xikui anymore, just pretend I didn't say anything about it."

Kong Jie said: "Let me give in, two Maxims, two light machine guns, 2 rounds of ammunition, is that all right?"

Li Yunlong said: "I want to save Ma Keqin to build a machine gun company. I can only give you 1 Type 2, 3000 crooked handles, and [-] rounds of ammunition. If you can't do it, you can pull it down!"

"Okay, I'll sell your face, Old Li, and make a deal!"

Although Kong Jie looked a little reluctant, his heart was full of joy.

There are more than a thousand soldiers in the independent regiment, but only a dozen machine guns, and one squad leader is exchanged for three machine guns and 3 rounds of ammunition.

Simply bloody.

Li Yunlong also had a bloody expression, but he couldn't help being happy in his heart. In Lao Tzu's hands, Wang Xikui's value can be much greater than that of three machine guns.

Although you, Kong Jie, have made money this wave of blood, our old Li will never lose money.

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