Sign in starts at Bright Sword

Chapter 1, sign in Cangyun Ridge
"Ding dong, Cangyun Ridge has signed in successfully, it is the location of the famous battle of Cang Yunling."

"Sign in for the first time, and get a three-in-one reward. There are 20 Czech-style light machine guns, 20 boxes of German-made grenades, and two [-]-point mortars."

Yuan Lang stared at the system template that suddenly appeared, his body shook, and he was very pleasantly surprised.

After the crossing hang, the sign-in system hangs again.

It's not in vain that he has read so many novels.

It's so easy to understand now.

Cang Yunling, Liang Jian, Li Yunlong.

There is no doubt that this is the opening battle in the TV series Bright Sword.

Staring at the gunpowder smoke in the distance, the battle has already started for an unknown amount of time, and now is the time for the soldiers on both sides to rest their strength and prepare for battle.

Next, Li Yunlong, a new regiment of the Eighth Route Army, will start a life-and-death battle with the Bantian company that surrounded him here.

Well, it's breakout.

The general commander retreats to break through, which can be called a strategic turn.

A commander with the potential of a famous general will look for fighters and make commands that are different from ordinary people.

After a big victory over the enemy, it is a textbook command.

Yuan Lang looked at the next important check-in location on the panel: the place where Sakata Shinzhe was killed.

According to his understanding, Sakata was the unlucky commander who was set up too far by the headquarters and was killed by two cannonballs.

The location is in Cangyun Ridge.

The distance is not too far to save legs, and this person will die in the hands of Li Yunlong, these are two good news.

If you are more conservative, in a few days, after this battle is over, you will come to sign in, which will undoubtedly reduce the risk.

However, the little devil probably won't let him get what he wants.

Noticing the khaki figure in the distance, the little devil has already surrounded Cangyun Ridge.

Yuan Lang picked his ear, no one can guarantee his survival in the battlefield, if he is not careful, his life will be gone, of course he hates this risk.

But in order to fight against the aggressors who committed all kinds of crimes, he was willing to take this risk.

Following a silent call in his heart, three dull figures led three carriages and appeared beside Yuan Lang without warning, as if they had existed before.

This is the shipping service provided by the system.

Surprised, Yuan Lang led them closer to the new regiment's position.

……

"Who, don't move, raise your hands!"

On the right wing position of the main peak of Cangyun Ridge, the second battalion and third company of the new first regiment are in the defensive position.

A soldier suddenly stood up from the concealed bunker, pointing at Yuan Lang with Hanyang in his hand, the muzzle of the black hole could eject bullets at any time, which made people shudder.

Behind him, two soldiers were lying in the trench, aiming their rifles at Yuan Lang.

Being attacked by three black-holed guns, Yuan Lang felt confident that the Eighth Route Army would not do anything to a commoner like him, but he still felt the slightest chill.

Being hit at the muzzle of a gun, a misfire may be lost, who is not afraid?

"Comrade Eighth Route Army, I am a Chinese, a patriotic young man, not your enemy."

Yuan Lang raised his hands, he had never spoken so fluently before, almost rushing to speak.

He held up a Hanyang-made warrior and observed Yuan Lang suspiciously. He was wearing a blue robe, like a schoolteacher, and he didn't seem to be carrying a weapon.

Those scholars seem to be dressed like this.

However, the little soldier still did not let go of his vigilance. He observed the surroundings and saw that there was no one else, and there was no possibility of others sneaking up.

Only then did I completely let go of my heart.

"Comrade, I am an overseas Chinese who has returned from overseas. I heard that your Eighth Route Army is an anti-Japanese armed force, so I came to join you all the way.

Which department do you belong to, who is the head, can you take me to meet? "

Yuan Lang took out the compiled belly draft, and he took great pains to win trust.

He even knew that these people in front of him were subordinates of Li Yunlong, the new group, but pretended not to know.

After all, how do you, an overseas Chinese, know so clearly?
The number of the unit and the officers are all military secrets. If they know everything, they might be spies.

The little soldier put away his gun and looked at the man in front of him seriously.

Tall and thin, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, thick hair that almost glistens under the sun, and a fair and smooth face, he is not a working person at first glance.

By the way, this is similar to the college students who came to stay for two days a few days ago.

No, it should be more stylish than that college student.

"Wait, I'll go find our platoon leader."

The little soldier felt that the person in front of him was extraordinary, and his words were loud, maybe he really came to join him.

"Second dog, what's the matter?"

A man came up from the rear, with a bunch of bastard boxes pinned to his waist, and a row of sparse bullets stuck in the rawhide bag.

"Company commander." The little soldier was stunned for a moment, and quickly repeated what the young man in front of him said just now.

"Overseas Chinese, patriotic youth?"

The company commander was no stranger to the latter term. He also learned about the series of fundraising activities carried out by patriotic youths in order to fight against the Japanese invaders through newspapers in the border area.

Moreover, in the past two years, many patriotic young people, under the propaganda of the Eighth Route Army, were willing to give up the good life in the big cities, and traveled thousands of miles to Yan'an to join the Eighth Route Army in the war of resistance.

The company commander has some good feelings for these people.

But what are overseas Chinese?
Yuan Lang had to explain his identity as an overseas Chinese, and clarified his thoughts again:

"Comrade Company Commander, I heard that the Eighth Route Army lacked weapons and ammunition to fight against the Japanese. We overseas Chinese compatriots pooled money to buy a batch of weapons and ammunition.

As a representative, I brought a batch to establish contact with your Eighth Route Army.But he got involved in this war by mistake.

If you are a regular armed force of the Eighth Route Army, may I meet with your chiefs to talk about this batch of ammunition donations. "

The company commander understands this time, come to deliver weapons and ammunition!
That designation is no problem!
As we all know, the Eighth Route Army lacks everything, especially weapons and ammunition.

Not to mention comparing with the Central Army, even local miscellaneous brands are better equipped than them.

There is not enough weapons and ammunition, and the waist is not strong when fighting. When facing the little devils with abundant firepower, they have to pay for their lives.

"What about things, where are the weapons and ammunition you brought?"

When asked, the commander's dark face turned red, and he realized that he was too urgent.

Yuan Lang didn't care about these, he understood, understood long live.

He beckoned.

Three dull figures approached slowly, leading the carriage.

Amid the surprise on the company commander's face, Yuan Lang pried open a wooden box and took out a well-made German-made grenade.

He handed the grenade to the company commander and introduced: "This is one of the supplies we brought this time.

German-made m24 grenade, the detonation time is 4-5 seconds after the string is pulled, and 100 grams of TNT explosives are installed in the warhead.

The hand grenade on your waist is an imitation of the German m24 hand grenade. It is small in shape and light in weight, and is suitable for us East Asians to use.

Of course, the power is also inferior. "

The company commander took out the grenade from his waist and put it together for comparison.

"Hey, company commander, what kind of German grenade is this? It's bigger than ours. It's thicker and longer." The little soldier on the side looked very excited.

Who doesn't love a more powerful weapon!
The company commander nodded in agreement. The grenade is bigger in shape, contains more explosives, and is more powerful. This is an obvious fact.

Checked the ammunition boxes on the three wagons, Czech light machine guns, mortars?

"Wow, I'm a good boy. They're all fun!"

The company commander was so excited that he wanted to sing a song, he gave the little soldier a word, and led Yuan Lang briskly to the command post of the regiment headquarters.

"I'm going to inform you, you wait here. There should be news soon."

The tone of the company commander's speech was much gentler than before, and it was no longer so cold.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart, how could he give up the weapons and ammunition delivered to his door, given his character of plucking wild goose.

This wave of ammunition, they will eat a new batch.

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(End of this chapter)