Li Yunlong invited Kong Jie to the inner room of the regiment headquarters.
The two of them sat cross-legged on the Kang.
Kong Jie looked at the map and wine bowl on the table. With sharp eyes, he saw a circle somewhere on the map, so he took a closer look.
"Wanjia Town? Lao Li, are you planning to take action on Wanjia Town?"
"No way." Li Yunlong quickly put away the map and denied it, "A few days ago I took a battalion to Zhengtai Road to do side work. Wanjia Town is close to Zhengtai Road. I was afraid of reinforcements from the Japanese and puppet troops there, so I marked it.
one time."
Kong Jie's expression changed and he quickly asked: "How many good things did you catch?"
Li Yunlong took a bowl, poured a bowl of wine for Kong Jie, and took out some peanuts to make as an appetizer.
"How much good stuff?"
"I'll scare you if I tell you!"
"A full 20 tons of artillery shells!"
Kong Jietong shrank slightly and was filled with envy: "Oh my God, with 20 tons of artillery shells, you, Li Yunlong, have made a fortune this time!"
"Don't mention it, these 20 tons of artillery shells are all fucking gas bombs, they all exploded in my anger."
Li Yunlong looked like he was losing blood. He picked up the wine bowl and touched it with Kong Jie. After taking a sip of sweet potato roast, he quickly peeled off two peanuts and threw them into his mouth to wash away the taste of the wine.
"Poison gas bomb? That's a pity." Kong Jie took a sip of soju with a look of pity on his face.
"Where is the headquarters of your independent regiment now?" Li Yunlong asked.
Kong Jie: "What's going on in Dayizhuang?"
Li Yunlong: "Nothing, I'll just ask."
Kong Jie asked: "I heard from Mr. Cheng that your new regiment made a fortune a few days ago and acquired more than 100 submachine guns and a field gun?"
"That's what happened." Li Yunlong said, "It's just that the field artillery's shells are a little short, less than 200 rounds."
Kong Jie couldn't help but take a breath when he heard this, and said in a sour tone: "Lao Li, you are so damn lucky. Why didn't I encounter such a good thing? But I remember the last time our independent group and Sakata
The alliance is fighting, and the opponent is not equipped with field artillery and submachine guns. Have the Japanese changed their equipment?"
Li Yunlong said.
"The Japs still use the same equipment. They haven't changed it. I got the field guns and submachine guns from other sources."
"To tell you the truth, brother, I recently obtained 20 tons of weapons and ammunition."
"Eight Maxims and six 60mm mortars are all from major foreign manufacturers."
"The ammunition is so-so. There are only more than 100,000 rounds of bullets and less than 3,000 rounds of artillery shells."
Kong Jie's eyes widened when he heard this, and the sweet potatoes in front of him immediately lost their aroma.
This is only half of what Li Yunlong said, otherwise Kong Jie would be shocked if he heard everything?
"With so many weapons and ammunition, the brigade commander didn't rob you?" Kong Jie asked.
"Why wasn't there any robbery? The brigade commander asked for 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, "The brigade commander wants to harvest the autumn wind from me. It's impossible, absolutely impossible."
Kong Jie then said: "Old Li, we are brothers who came from the same class. You have a way to make a fortune, so you can't live alone."
"Of course, who among the two of us will follow whom? You, Lao Kong, will definitely be indispensable." Li Yunlong said with a slight grin at the corner of his mouth.
"Lao Li, are you serious?"
Kong Jie's eyes lit up slightly, he just said that casually, but he didn't expect that Li Yunlong actually agreed.
Captain Li took a sip of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth and said.
"Of course, when did our old Li lie to you?"
"But, there is no free lunch in this world. If you want to get rich, you have to pay a price."
Kong Jie said conveniently: "My old Kong is poor and has nothing. If you like something, just take it."
Li Yunlong said: "Wang Xikui of your independent regiment was my old subordinate when he was in the Red Army. If you give him to me, I will take you with him to make a fortune."
During the Red Army period, when Li Yunlong was the regiment commander, Wang Xikui was a soldier in his regiment. This Wang Xikui was a sharpshooter, able to hit anywhere within 300 meters.
He also had extremely good stabbing skills. During the Long March, Wang Xikui singled out a squad of Chinese soldiers with a bayonet and won.
That is to say, Wang Xikui's character is somewhat withdrawn and not suitable for leading troops. Otherwise, he would have been promoted to be a platoon leader or company commander earlier, and he would not be just a squad leader now.
Chen Feng told Li Yunlong that all members of the special forces are at the level of military kings.
Isn’t Wang Xikui the King of Soldiers?
Ever since that day when Chen Feng taught Li Yunlong about special operations and special forces, Li Yunlong had been thinking about trying to form his own special forces.
The more he thought about it, the more he became itchy. 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.
If gods stand in the way, they will kill gods; if they stand in the way of Buddha, they will kill Buddha.
"You want Wang Xikui?" Kong Jie knocked on the table and frowned slightly.
"What, you don't want to?"
"If you don't want to, forget it. If you see our old Li getting rich in the future, then you, old Kong, won't be greedy."
Seeing Kong Jie's expression, Li Yunlong took a sip of wine and said slowly.
"It's not that I don't want to. This Wang Xikui is a good fighter and is easy to use. If you can express your feelings, I will reluctantly give him to you."
Kong Jie is also a master who doesn't let go of eagles when he sees rabbits.
There are many soldiers with good marksmanship in the army, but without weapons and ammunition, it is useless no matter how good their marksmanship is.
The independent regiment that had gone through the counter-mopping up in Cangyunling was now running out of ammunition and heard Cheng Xiazi say that Li Yunlong had made a fortune.
In addition to saying thank you, Kong Jie's purpose this time was to borrow some weapons and ammunition from Li Yunlong.
He set his sights on a Japs' newly opened transportation road, borrowed some weapons and ammunition to use as capital for fighting the transportation team, and paid it back after making money, and it didn't matter if Li Yunlong collected some interest.
However, Li Yunlong's move played into Kong Jie's hands.
"How many do you want? You decide the number." Li Yunlong said in a deep voice.
Li Yun was clear, and the so-called expression from Kong Jie's mouth was naturally to exchange weapons and ammunition with him.
"I don't want much, just 2 Maxims, 4 light machine guns, and 4,000 rounds of machine gun ammunition."
Kong Jie mentioned a number and offered prices all over the sky, waiting for Li Yunlong to sit on the ground and pay back the money.
When Li Yunlong heard this, he said on the spot: "Forget it, come on, let's 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: "No, Lao Li, can you pay back the price?"
Li Yunlong said: "I don't want Wang Xikui anymore, just pretend I never said anything about it."
Kong Jie said: "I'll give in. 2 Maxims, 2 light machine guns, and 4,000 rounds of ammunition. Is that okay?"
Li Yunlong said: "Maxin, I want to keep it to form a machine gun company. I can only give you 1 Type 92, 2 crooked handles, and 3,000 rounds of ammunition. If it works, I will knock you down!"
"Okay, I'll sell you Lao Li's face and seal the deal!"
Although Kong Jie looked a little reluctant, his heart was filled with joy.
The independent regiment has more than a thousand soldiers, but only a dozen machine guns. One squad leader is used for three machine guns and 3,000 rounds of ammunition.
It's just a waste of money.
Li Yunlong also looked like he was losing blood, but he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. In my hands, Wang Xikui's value is much greater than that of three machine guns.
Although you, Kong Jie, have made a lot of money this time, we, Lao Li, will never lose.
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