Sword life

Chapter 4 Don't Give Up, Don't Give Up
The base camp of the First Japanese Army in Shanxi.

Jingle Bell!The phone calls came one after another, and an operator suddenly got up in a panic, ran to the commander Kiyoshi Kozuki, and reported at Lizhenghui: "Your Excellency, Commander, the prisoner-of-war camp rioted, and all 53 people below Oda Yoko died for the country."

"Nani!" Xiangyue Qingsi frowned, "Baga, this is ridiculous, pass my order, and all the troops around Xin County will be concentrated immediately, and this small group of Chinese troops will be wiped out within three days!"

At the order of Xiangyue Qingsi, the entire Japanese army near Xin County was dispatched, and more than a dozen troops rushed towards the prisoner-of-war camp from different directions.

The Japanese army staff quickly changed to a medium-scale map of Xin County. On the map, more than a dozen red arrows representing the Japanese army had formed an iron cage, tightly surrounding Xin County.

"Your Excellency, Commander, I think that Chinese army is finished, and we will be able to see their heads before sunset tomorrow at the latest!"

Xiangyue Qingji nodded slightly. After a big battle, it is rare to have such a small entertainment!

"Now let's see who can take the head of the rebel leader for me!"

Inside the POW camp, Zhang Gang shivered and opened the system panel without thinking.

[Death Mission: Escape from the prisoner-of-war camp!Every time one more comrade-in-arms escapes, one hundred merit points will be rewarded, and every time a Japanese soldier is killed, one hundred merit points will be rewarded! 】

[You overfulfilled the death mission, the mission evaluation is excellent!The reward is doubled, and you get two extra lottery chances, one for bronze and one for silver]

[You rescued 89 prisoners of war, and the reward is [-]! 】

[You killed 53 Japanese soldiers, reward [-] points! 】

[You got [-] points! 】

My heart is beautiful!Zhang Gang looked at the weapon exchange option, and suddenly lost his eyes.

gold option
[Elizabeth-class battleship: [-] million points]

[Exaque-class aircraft carrier: [-] million points]

silver option
[Tiger Tank: 100 million points]

[T34 tank: 30 points]

[German 88mm Flak 16 Anti-aircraft Gun: [-] points]

I understand, they are all existences that the master can't afford!
"Close the gold and silver options!"

The interface is much cleaner

[Made in Hanyang: 100 points]

[Mauser 98K rifle: 200 points]

[Lee Enfield rifle: 200 points]

[M1 Garand Rifle: 500 points]

[Crooked machine gun: 800 points]

【M2 Mortar: 2000 Points】

[M1 Mortar: 3000 Points]

[Throwing grenade: 300 points]

[Mauser pistol: 80 points]

[Thomson submachine gun: 500 points]

【MG42 General Purpose Machine Gun: 2000 Points】

[Battlefield perception: 5000 points/5 times]

There are weapons from various countries, and the price is not expensive. If you kill a little devil, you can exchange for a Hanyang-made gun, and if you kill three, you will get a grenadier. This is a good deal.

Look at logistics options
[Elementary first aid kit: 100 points to treat minor injuries]

[Intermediate first aid kit: 300 points to treat serious injuries]

[Penicillin: 1000 points per bottle]

[A barrel of gasoline: 100 points]

[Cotton clothes and trousers: 10 points]

[1 kg of coarse grains: [-] point]

[Ten bullets: 1 point]

After getting a general understanding of the situation, Zhang Gang knew it well. The points in his hands seemed to be quite a lot. If he really used them, he could only equip a battalion to top the sky.

That is, there are only heavy machine guns, automatic rifles and mortars, which don't even have that kind of heavy firepower, and they can't control enough bullets. One person only has [-] rounds, and the heavy machine gun does not have more than [-] rounds.

Li Yunlong:
Eighth Route Army:
Zhang Gang packed up his mood, closed the interface, and the information from the outside world poured into his body like a flood.

"Head, we won!" Wei Dayong exclaimed excitedly.

"Well, look at your virtue. If you win this kind of small battle, it's nothing. Next, there will be tough battles to fight. Call Ma Biao and the brother just now, and let's figure out what to do."

Not long after, Ma Biao and another tall and thin man ran over and looked at Zhang Gang with admiration. It was this man who, as if possessed by a killing god, killed most of the devils by himself!

"Brother, what's your name, from the former army?" Zhang Gang looked at the tall and thin man, a little unfamiliar.

"Sir, my name is Xu Changsheng. I was formerly the deputy battalion commander of the 49rd Battalion, 127rd Regiment, 3th Division of the 3th Army. Sir, I saved my life. I will do whatever you say in the future. There is no other way!"

He was quite enlightened, and it was a good material. Zhang Gang stared wide-eyed, trying to see some attributes, but unfortunately his eyes hurt, but nothing came out.

"Well, okay, Wei Dayong, Ma Biao, and Xu Changsheng, time is running out, so I won't be too verbose. First count the personnel, as well as the weapons and ammunition. Little Japan may find out at any time. The action must be fast and must be done in the middle of the day." The statistics will be completed within the hour!"

"Yes!" The three of them went down to count, and it didn't take long for the results to come out.

83 people died, 15 were seriously injured, 67 were wounded, and only 53 were not injured.

Killed 53 little devils and [-] traitors, seized [-] Sanba Dagai with [-] rounds of bullets; one crooked light machine gun with [-] rounds of bullets;
There are two boxes of cantaloupe grenades of 100 pieces, seven boxes of Jin-made Wangba, and one Japanese-made Wangba.

They are all good, but the seriously injured are difficult to deal with.

The courtyard suddenly became silent, and all eyes fell on the seriously injured. At this time, even running alone may not be able to survive. Who can carry a burden of more than 100 catties?

"Sir, I can't make it. Give me a grenade. When the little devils come, I will fight with them." Lu Han was shot in the waist, and Sanba covered one shot with two holes, which was not very lethal. But it also made him seriously injured and unable to walk.

"That's right, give me a grenade and fight him like a dog." Xu Yong said with a pale face.

He was hit in the leg by shrapnel from a grenade, and half of his calf was cut off. After the bleeding was stopped briefly, the blood continued to ooze out, and he would lose too much blood and die in a short time.

"Yeah, I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to hold back the little devil!"

"Sir, leave us alone, hurry up, we're here to hold you kid!"

"Don't worry, before we die, none of the little devils can get through!"

The voice was majestic and echoed in the yard. These seriously wounded were not afraid, and their eyes were full of burning will to fight.

If death is not feared, what else can scare these heroes!

Zhang Gang sighed in his heart, his points dropped suddenly, and fifteen intermediate first aid kits appeared.

A mid-level first aid kit can be exchanged for three rifles, which is equivalent to three intact and strong soldiers in this place full of routs.

After exchanging the first aid kit, at most one person can be saved, and three people can be exchanged for one unsure person, which seems to be a loss.

So what?Zhang Gang took out a roll of bandages, wrapped them around Xu Yong's legs, put the bandages on, and immediately stopped the blood.

"Head, it's too wasteful, I'm a dying person, don't use it on me." Xu Yong's eyes were red, and he wanted to block Zhang Gang.

Zhang Gang smiled, put on the bandage without hindrance, and said: "Everyone is my brother, and I, Zhang Gang, will not abandon any brother. Don't worry, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, I will take my brothers to fight together. You can cross the sea, the sea and the sky, but you can't survive but die!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Gang continued to bandage the next seriously injured person, and there was a deep sob behind him.

Xu Yong stuck his head into his arms, and there was the sound of whimpering. This man from Kanto didn't cry out when his leg was broken, and he didn't shed a single tear when he died calmly, but he was sobbed by Zhang Gang's words.

The courtyard was silent, and there were occasional cries and howls, but the big guy was full of pride in his heart, and something seemed to be quietly growing in the silence.

(End of this chapter)