Sword life

Chapter 43

"Old Li, I don't like to hear your words. Didn't you owe me two hundred veterans last time? Why didn't you bring them here this time? You didn't bring anyone here, and you want to take Zhang Dabiao away, there is no way!"

"Whoever said they didn't bring them, 200 people are outside the door, and they can be counted now."

Hearing this, Zhang Gang's face suddenly softened a lot: "OK, then I will also complete Zhang Dabiao's company. Let's hand over the man with one hand and the gun with the other. When the man arrives, these more than 200 rifles, two with crooked handles, are all worthless." Bring it back to you."

The two walked out shoulder to shoulder, exchanged guns, and their faces suddenly turned into dog faces.

"Why are there no veterans, Lao Li, do you think recruits are worth the price!"

"Old Zhang, the rifling of this gun has been smoothed out. How dare you give it to me! Also, how did these crooked melons and dates get stuffed into Zhang Dabiao's company, where are my veterans from the Long March!"

The two engaged in another round of PK, and in the end no one could convince the other, and they reached an agreement by cursing, and Zhang Gang compensated with two hundred guns, two crooked guns, and one MG42 as a settlement.

Both of them said that they had lost a lot of money, and they were both very happy.

On Zhang Gang's side, two hundred new recruits have been recruited. Although they have not undergone military training, they are all strong and strong, and they are all good soldiers. With a little training, they will be able to get started quickly.

Although the seventy veterans came from the puppet army and traitors anyway, they have rich combat experience, and their ideological education can keep up, so they can soon be put into actual combat.

With two hundred and seven new recruits in hand, Zhang Gang's combat effectiveness can be at least halved!
On Li Yunlong's side, although most of Zhang Dabiao's troops were lost, no one would be undead when he beat the devils.

In Zhang Dabiao's 42st company, all members were eight-grained, although many died in battle, but the remaining soldiers had one eight-grain and two MG[-]s, and they were very fat.

If it weren't for these extra money, one MG42 and two crooked handles, how could Lao Li be defeated.

Two hundred rotten guns are pure profit, and the regular army can't use them. If they are put in the county brigade and district team, they will be treasures.

When this batch of equipment arrives home, the combat effectiveness of the troops can be doubled again!
When Li Yunlong left, Zhang Gang brought Wei Dayong and others over. The first battalion paid one hundred, the cavalry company fifty, and the second and third battalions all fifty.

Xu Changsheng became anxious immediately: "Commander, I'm not convinced. At the station, the second battalion fought so bravely. You must have seen it. Why do you need to make up this little manpower!"

Zhang Gang sneered: "Xu Changsheng, why are you unconvinced? The first battalion always takes the lead every time, no priority is given to supplementing who he supplements. The whole cavalry company attacks, and there are only a few seeds left. You can compare!

Let me tell you, when the recruits from the 386th Brigade arrive, I will add in the same way. In the Independent Ninth Brigade, whoever can fight will add more! "

Xu Changsheng's face was flushed, and he said loudly: "Okay, regiment commander, next time we have a main attack mission, let us go to the battalion. Our second battalion is no worse than the first battalion!"

Wei Dayong sneered: "If you say you go up, you go up, and you have to have that ability. Since I started fighting with the regiment leader, I lost that battle and retired from that battle! These military achievements are made by fighting, not blown out. of."

Xu Changsheng was furious, stretched his arms and wanted to challenge Wei Dayong one-on-one: "Come on, Monk Wei, I've heard that you came from Shaolin Temple a long time ago, and I don't know if it's true or not. Let's go one-on-one today."

Zhang Gang was amused when he saw it: "Success, heads-up is nothing. Each of you leads a company, puts ash on the stick, and competes. Whoever wins will have the main attack next time."

Xu Changsheng was overjoyed, he nodded and led people down to prepare, Wei Dayong was a little confused, the first battalion is the main force of the iron fight, it's no good to win, and lose face if you lose.

"Why are you dawdling, why don't you hurry up and prepare. From now on, let's set the main attack like this, and don't think about the main attack of iron. If you don't have enough strength to give you a chance, it's useless. Hurry up and go down."

An hour later, Wei Dayong and Xu Changsheng stood opposite each other with a hundred soldiers on the grain drying field. Each of them was dressed in black and held a 1.8-meter stick with a lime bag wrapped around the end of the stick.

"The rule is that if the torso is touched, it must be withdrawn immediately. Those who do not comply will be punished by the whole team. The winner of the two teams who stays on the field is the winner. Let's start now."

As soon as the whistle sounded, Wei Dayong rushed over with his people, and Xu Changsheng led his people to stand in a row. Seeing Wei Dayong arrived, let's attack together!
Wei Dayong rolled the big stick in his hand, blocking the upper and lower sticks, then stepped up his upper body, and pointed the end of the stick at Xu Changsheng.

Xu Changsheng didn't try to resist, and directly stabbed him with a stick, ready to exchange with Wei Dayong.

Wei Dayong tilted his body, narrowly dodging Xu Changsheng's stick, and then the tip of the stick hit Xu Changsheng's ribs.

Xu Changsheng ended depressedly, watching Wei Dayong break into his team alone, and knocked out seven or eight of them before he was clicked on the back and retreated.

At this time, Wei Dayong still had seven or eighty people, and Xu Changsheng's team had only five or sixty people left. As time went by, Xu Changsheng's disadvantage became more and more obvious.

The last soldier of Xu Changsheng was hit by seven or eight sticks, and his body suddenly seemed to be covered with limestone. Looking at Wei Dayong's side, there were still thirty or forty soldiers.

"Sure enough, I lost, but next time, you may not have such good luck." Xu Chang clasped his fists angrily, admitting defeat.

"Chengrang, we two brothers, what are you fussing about, I'll treat you to a drink later." Wei Dayong smiled broadly, and Xu Changsheng passed down the stairs.

Ma Biao didn't go down, and looked at Zhang Gang eagerly: "Commander, I want to do some business, but the capital is not enough."

"Not enough, think of a way for yourself. I let you be the battalion commander to solve my problems, not to make you troublesome for me. Sun Desheng, what are you doing here if you have nothing to do? Can you organize people here?"

Ma Biao went down angrily, and Sun Desheng saw that the situation was not good, so he also hurried away.

After driving away a few cadres, Zhang Gang lay on the bed and continued to think about how to go next.

The afternoon sun was warm and bright, and the breeze was gentle. Before he knew it, Zhang Gang fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)