Chapter 699 The Patriarch Was Taken Away by Li Yunlong 5

Chapter 699 The Patriarch Was Taken Away by Li Yunlong 5

The next day, Zhang Qilin told Lao Li that he had the gun.

Li Yunlong was very happy. He patted Brother Zhang on the shoulder and muttered something.

Zhang Haiyue was busy looking for caves to hide supplies, while Zhang Qilin was rubbing the cannon with his hands.

Hmm, I can’t rub it.

He was using an RPG, which was effective, had a long range, and was easy to carry.

The main reason is that the materials my sister gave me last time included steel pipes.

He remembered that this was made by his sister when they were at Zhang's house, and she added meteorite iron into it.

The black iron pipe feels a bit light.

Zhang Haiyue said: "That's good now. We don't have to worry about the chamber exploding. It's just that there is a little less meteorite iron."

At that time, he also had fun. When he came out, he saw his sister living a happy life on this hill and that hill, and he was kind enough to send them home to see their mother.

My sister said that the little ones missed their mother and they were responsible for sending them home.

The good days turned into fireworks and flew away.

Li Yunlong: . . .

I told you earlier.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhang, we will give you whatever you want. If we don't have it, we will just rob you."

Zhao Gang: .

"Old Li, you're too loud."

"Tell me, what other materials do you need?"

Zhang Qilin was not polite either. He saw his sister do it, so he could do it too.

All furnace, blacksmith, iron, and TNT Zhang version of the enhanced recipe.

As soon as Zhao Gang saw it, he went out to contact the brigade commander to ask for the things.

brigadier:....

Good job, Zhao Gang.

However, when he heard that it was Zhang Haiyue's request, he kept silent and satisfied her.

Zhang Haiyue: I didn’t say anything.

Zhao Gang: The title of "Supply Sister" is useful. After all, these things are strategic materials. Now all the major counties are occupied by various forces on our side, so we can only ask for them from the higher-ups.

Before things arrive.

Li Yunlong led the new recruits for training, and their target was the bandits from various places. The follower Zhang Qilin said that he wanted to show Li the power of RPG.

Li Yunlong readily agreed.

Then a cylinder not even as thick as two arms just went like that~~whoosh~~~bang~~~.

The bandits are gone.

Li Yunlong: . . .

"No, let me do it."

As soon as he took it, he simply aimed and said, "It's so light? Can this thing be mass-produced?"

"This will definitely beat the shit out of the Japanese."

Zhang Qilin looked at Li Yunlong with disdain. These words were too dirty.

Okay, that's all right.

Li Yunlong also knew what Brother Zhang meant. Okay, I, Old Li, won’t talk shit anymore.

However, in the following journey, they did not let Zhang Qilin take any action.

Otherwise you will be destroyed in one blow.

They cannot achieve the training effect.

On the way, I met Chu Yunfei, who was also training with new recruits.

A soldier who has never seen blood is not a good soldier.

He could also sense the coming storm.

The Japanese were also waiting, and even Yan Laoxi was letting his subordinates train their troops.

So if you are slow, all the bandits will be gone.

Zhang Qilin was right beside them, giving them finishing blows, Li Yunlong was cursing and giving orders, and the monk was firing finishing shots. The three of them were even more bandit-like than ordinary people.

Zhao Gang went to the cave where Zhang Haiyue hid the supplies and immediately arranged for people to transport them.

In fact, he knows some things and understands them very well.

Is scientific metaphysics important?

unimportant.

As long as we win, as long as we drive away and kill the enemy, we are all comrades-in-arms.

After all, no one knows better than them whether there is anything nearby.

We must believe in the Chinese people's tolerance and their firm beliefs; some things cannot be shaken by anything.

In the next few months, Zhang Haiyue remained as busy as a groundhog, delivering gifts everywhere, even to Chu Yunfei and Yan Laoxi.

When fighting the Japanese, everyone always has the same opinion.

More guns, more food, and fewer deaths.

A few casualties among our people is worth more than anything else.

Exposed, so what?

Because if we don't expose it, will history repeat itself?

There is no need. As long as Xiuqin and the monk are alive, that is the best.

Every extra life her compatriots can live is a blessing.

A real battlefield is like a meat grinder. Both sides are tough and it just depends on who has a tougher life.

A few months later, the entire northwest of Shanxi fell into chaos.

Chu Yunfei wanted to help out, so he didn't hear what the principal said.

Even if it is Yan Laoxi, he is the same.

After they have finished their daily fight, they will then solve the internal problems.

After all, this is Yan Xishan's territory, and he is also holding back his anger.

It’s quite big.

What a shitty little life.

When the war started, the headquarters issued a death order that even if they died, those two ancestors must not die.

The contribution is so great that it can be offered as a sacrifice.

Zhang Haiyue supplied them with all the supplies and ammunition on his own. To be honest, the headquarters had never fought such a rich war.

Moreover, RPG can also shoot down planes, directly regaining air supremacy, so they can save many lives.

However, Zhang Haiyue and Zhang Qilin did not listen to Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang at all, even though they promised to come back alive.

The two of them, armed with rocket launchers, would take advantage of any opportunity to attack the enemy's firing points and artillery battalions, or they would act as sharpshooters and call out the names of Japanese officers.

Zhang Qilin said he wanted to fight the biggest one.

As for why he followed his sister, it was of course because his sister was his ammunition depot.

Unlimited ammunition.

However, at this time, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang really couldn't control them. Fortunately, the soldiers of the independent regiment were still able to keep up.

His name is Shuanzi. He runs the fastest. He learned to read from the political commissar. He knows 200 words now and is qualified to be a clerk.

He often stuffed dried sweet potatoes into Zhang Qilin's mouths, and Zhang Qilin also often stuffed candies into his mouths.

He took Zhang Qilin to pick bird eggs, and he would ask Zhang Qilin about many things he didn't know. Zhang Qilin was the most patient person he had ever met.

But he died.

When the bullet broke through the air, Zhang Qilin was pushed and blood spurted out of Shuanzi's body and couldn't be stopped.

There was a huge bloody hole on the neck.

He just looked at Zhang Qilin, smiled and said the last word, "Let's go."

At that moment, Zhang Qilin hugged him and dragged him to the back of the slope.

But he couldn't save him.

Zhang Haiyue quickly fired in the direction where the bullet came from, and a Japanese soldier was shot in the head.

"Little officer, fight."

They don't have time to be sad.

Ever since Li Yunlong fired the first shot, the headquarters received information from various regiments. They all moved, and Chu Yunfei and Yan Laoxi responded actively.

When there was no Japanese left alive on the battlefield, everyone cried.

Some of them fell asleep, and Zhang Haiyue was also very tired.

Always moving, always running at high speed, be on high alert because bullets have no eyes.

Zhang Qilin returned to the place where he had hidden Shuanzi, and carried the stiff-limbed Shuanzi back to the Independent Regiment.

Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang of the independent regiment had no time to sleep. They were all counting the casualties.

More than half of the people were gone, just like that, and this was despite the strong support of Zhang Haiyue.

The battlefield was littered with corpses. It was the first time that Zhang Qilin saw a sea of ​​blood and corpses. Whole stretches of mountains were red.

It was so tragic that he couldn't utter any words.

Zhao Gang looked at Zhang Haiyue and Zhang Qilin coming back, feeling relieved but also sad. Shuanzi was dead, but they had gotten used to it.

I'm used to seeing my comrades leave.

They still have a lot of cleanup work to do.

They can't rest yet.

Li Yunlong patted Zhang Qilin on the shoulder and said, "This is war. You are not wrong. We are not wrong. Are you brave, Shuanzi?"

Zhang Qilin's eyes were red, "He is very brave."

"why?"

"Why so many whys? Not to mention Shuanzi, even I, Old Li, would do the same. You are more useful than me and can fight more devils. That's enough. All of us will stand in front of you. You and your sister are very important."

Li Yunlong continued, "You know that without your sister's supplies, half of our people on the battlefield wouldn't be able to stay. You are already very powerful."

Zhang Haiyue closed her eyes, but it was not enough, not enough, she could do more.

Zhang Qilin wiped his face. It was Shuanzi’s blood, bright red, which was imprinted in his heart.

He buried Shuanzi personally, and the mountain was full of people he knew.

They seem to be living in yesterday.

"Brother Zhang, how do you pronounce this word?"

"Brother Zhang, can I eat meat every day from now on?"

"Brother Zhang, I don't know how to do this yet."

"Brother Zhang..."