diymy Chapter 54 Shooting Li Yunlong into the Dinner
Chapter 54 Shooting Li Yunlong into the Dinner
Bonfires were lit, and in the flames, the naked corpses of Japanese soldiers and puppet troops burned fiercely.
Yang Zheng stood not far away, listening to the system's notification, his expression gradually becoming excited.
At the same time, Chen Xiaoquan reported: "Company Commander, the initial count of the captured weapons is as follows: 140 Type 38 rifles, 6 Type 96 light machine guns, 5 grenade launchers, 2 heavy machine guns, 200 Hanyang rifles, and 3 Czech light machine guns."
In addition, there were 7 Mauser pistols, 9 Mauser C96 pistols, more than 30,000 rounds of ammunition of various types, 5 packhorses, 5 mule carts, a large number of military uniforms, canteens, helmets, etc.
"We also have a good amount of dry rations, enough to last us for five days!" Chen Xiaoquan said, closing the notebook with excitement in his voice.
"Hahaha, good! Damn it, the Japanese will probably have to think twice now! Let's go, head back!!" Yang Zheng shouted.
"Yes, sir!"
"Return trip!!"
"Go back and tell the villagers that we have won again."
"Yes, sir!!"
Joyful shouts echoed through the mountains.
The Eighth Company, with nearly 200 men and 23 puppet soldiers, began their return journey in a grand procession, heading towards Changning Village.
Yang Zheng was also checking his final gains.
Flesh and blood resources: 8286 + 41500 = 49786
Soul Points: 890 + 3770 = 4660
It's no exaggeration to say that this sum of resources is enough for him to summon 300 warriors, and his Eighth Company can also expand rapidly.
What's it like to develop independently for less than 20 days and have combat personnel that are about to exceed the size of a main force battalion?
Yang Zheng thought for a moment and then inexplicably began to look forward to Li Yunlong's expression.
Thinking of Li Yunlong, Yang Zheng raised an eyebrow slightly and beckoned to Chen Xiaoquan, signaling him to come over.
"As soon as you get back, pack up those Hanyang rifles, the corresponding bullets, and some uniforms. Maybe some 'distinguished guests' will come to visit soon, and we can use them as a gift!" Yang Zheng immediately instructed as soon as Chen Xiaoquan ran over.
Chen Xiaoquan was stunned, somewhat unable to process who this distinguished guest Yang Zheng was referring to.
Yang Zheng patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Can't you figure this out? We've won so many battles and expanded so rapidly. With the commander's temper, how could he sit still?"
Hearing this, Chen Xiaoquan couldn't help but reveal a smug smile. Yang Zheng then said, "I reckon that once Sun Desheng goes back to report, along with the reports and blueprints we sent, our regimental commander might already be on his way. We need to prepare a proper 'welcome'."
Chen Xiaoquan smiled and nodded, but suddenly couldn't help but show a pained expression, looking at Yang Zheng several times as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Yang Zheng glanced at him and said irritably, "What? I'm not worried, but you're the one who's worried?"
"That's over 200 guns! Enough to arm an entire battalion! Company Commander, isn't that a bit too few?" You could tell from Chen Xiaoquan's expression that he was genuinely distressed.
"Look at how stingy you are!" Yang Zheng pointed to the Type 38 rifles carried by the soldiers. "Look, our entire company is now using Japanese weapons; the only rifle bullets we can produce in the company headquarters are 6.5mm!"
Besides, you can't catch a wolf without risking your cubs. What if he sets his sights on our heavy machine guns and grenade launchers if we don't knock the regimental commander unconscious with hundreds of guns?
"After taking these hundreds of guns, how can the regimental commander still have the nerve to take our heavy machine guns and grenade launchers?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Xiaoquan's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Company Commander, you've got a brilliant plan!"
"Get the hell out of here! Who am I doing this for? It's our Eighth Company!" Yang Zheng chuckled and kicked him in the butt.
As the sun completely sank behind the western mountains, the last rays of sunlight stretched the soldiers' shadows long, and the column gradually approached Changning Village.
In the distance, the sky in the direction of Changning Village was illuminated by countless flickering torches and lanterns.
Before the procession even reached the village entrance, the deafening sounds of gongs and drums, cheers, and children's screams pierced through the night.
"We're back! Our team has returned victorious again!!"
"Quick! Go and greet them!!"
The dirt road at the village entrance, the rooftops on both sides, and even the hillside were packed with people. Men, women, young and old, almost the entire village had come out.
Supported by Zhou Shunzi and several young men, Zhou Dachui stood at the front of the crowd, his white beard trembling slightly with excitement.
When Yang Zheng and his team appeared clearly in the torchlight, the crowd erupted in even more enthusiastic cheers.
"Company Commander Yang!!"
"Long live the Eighth Route Army!!"
"Look! They brought back so many wagons! So many horses!"
"Goodness, so many guns..."
Although the soldiers were exhausted, they were inspired by the overwhelming enthusiasm of the crowd. They straightened their backs, wore proud smiles, and waved to the cheering villagers.
On the seized truck, the guns, ammunition boxes, and helmets piled up like small mountains reflected the firelight, drawing exclamations of wonder from the villagers.
Yang Zheng quickened his pace to meet Zhou Dachui who was approaching.
"Uncle Zhou, why did you come out? It's windy at night..." Before Yang Zheng could finish speaking, his hand was tightly grasped by Zhou Dachui's calloused and wrinkled hands.
"Company Commander Yang! Company Commander Yang!"
Zhou Dachui's voice choked with emotion, his eyes reddening, "Good! Well done! My heart was in my throat the whole time you set off... Just now, I saw the wounded soldiers being brought back, and I heard them say, in fits and starts, that you wiped out several hundred Japanese and puppet troops..."
I...I feel both pain and joy in my heart! Pain because our children have been injured or lost again...Joy because you have given us ordinary people a chance to vent our anger and slaughtered those beasts!
The old man's grip was very strong, making Yang Zheng's hand ache, but he could feel the deep emotion contained in the trembling.
"Uncle Zhou, please rest assured, we will use the best medicine possible to help the wounded recover as quickly as possible. The comrades who sacrificed their lives... they were all heroes, we will remember them forever!"
"Remember! You all must remember!"
Zhou Dachui nodded emphatically, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, then a smile bloomed on his face, and his voice became loud and clear, "The villagers are all waiting for you! Hot water, food, and clean clothes are all prepared!"
"Thank you, folks!" Yang Zheng turned around and thanked the enthusiastic villagers loudly, then whispered instructions to Chen Xiaoquan beside him:
"Arrange for the soldiers to rest in an orderly manner. Take the captured supplies to the barracks and warehouse area and assign two guards to watch over them. Keep an eye on the puppet troops who have just defected."
"yes!"
The procession began to move slowly forward, flowing into the barracks like a swarm of bees returning to their hive. The villagers automatically parted to make way, then crowded on both sides of the procession to welcome the heroes' triumphant return.
The children excitedly ran after the truck, while the women looked on with heartache at the wounded soldiers with torn uniforms, and many of them had already brought hot water and towels to them.
As Yang Zheng accompanied Zhou Dachui slowly into the village, a warm feeling welled up in his heart as he listened to the endless greetings and praises around him.
These are the villagers they are desperately protecting, and this is the land they have taken root in.
When you reach the threshing ground in the center of the village, you'll find several larger bonfires already lit, illuminating half the sky.
The cooks were busy around several large, makeshift pots, and the air was filled with delicious aromas.
Yang Zheng stood on a slightly higher stone mill, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers and villagers who were gradually gathering. He cleared his throat and said loudly:
"Comrades! Fellow villagers! Our Eighth Company has won another great victory! Thanks to everyone's support and the bravery of our comrades, we almost completely annihilated the more than four hundred invading Japanese and puppet troops at 'Fugui Road'! Our home, Changning Village, has been saved!"
"good!!"
"The Eighth Route Army is mighty!!"
The cheers erupted once again.
Yang Zheng raised his hand to suppress the sound and continued, "Victory belongs to every soldier who participated in the battle, and also to every fellow villager who fully supported us from the rear!"
Without your help in making military boots and taking care of the wounded, we wouldn't have been able to fight so well on the front lines! So, today's victory celebration is a feast we'll share with our fellow villagers!
He paused, then his voice grew even louder: "Cooks! Listen to my order—slaughter that wounded packhorse we captured today!"
"Let's get the big pot of stew going! Tonight, our Eighth Company, along with the men, women, and children of Changning Village, will feast on meat and celebrate our victory!!"
"Oh—!!!" This time the cheers almost lifted the roof off.
The soldiers excitedly raised their guns and cheered, the children jumped and clapped, and the adults couldn't stop smiling.
Meat! In these days, being able to eat a meal with plenty of meat is a great joy and a luxury!
"Company Commander Yang! This...this is not right! Horse meat is a precious commodity; it should be saved for the soldiers to nourish themselves!" Zhou Dachui hurriedly waved his hand.
"Uncle Zhou, the soldiers need supplies, and so do the villagers!"
Yang Zheng laughed and said, "Instead of letting an injured pack horse suffer, let it do its last bit of work for our soldiers and civilians!"
Besides, we've won a great battle and captured plenty of spoils; a little more won't make a difference! Tonight, everyone must have a good time and be happy!
Cook Wang Erniu was already beaming with delight, and loudly replied, "Yes, sir! Company Commander! I guarantee the horse meat will be stewed until it's tender and the aroma will travel for miles!"
Having said that, he immediately led a few people and ran excitedly toward the place where the packhorses were tied up.
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