The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 301 What Do You Want? (Bonus Chapter for Tzuyu~Love's 10,000 Yuan Reward)

On October 4th, a little after 11 a.m., in a place called Congdigou in the eastern part of Pingding County.

It should be noted that Congdigou is not actually a gully, but a mountainous area that stretches for more than ten miles, with one of its highest peaks.

Because of its strategic location, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack, it was occupied by a band of bandits called Qingfeng Village.

Although the bandit leader, Chuanshanlong, wasn't infamous, the local people didn't dare to approach the area on ordinary days.

Today's situation was somewhat unusual, because a middle-aged man in a crisp military uniform, wearing white gloves, strode confidently toward the village with only one guard.

Not only did he show no fear as he walked, but he also exuded an indescribable calmness and leisure.

This middle-aged major was actually Mr. Nanze, who was leading the Third Battalion in developing the eastern region of Pingding County.

His main purpose in being here is quite simple: he wants to take over all the bandits, including Qingfeng Village and Chuanshanlong, all at once.

There was no other way! The Third Battalion encountered a similar problem to the First Battalion. The Japanese were holed up in the city, and there were no small troops for them to attack.

Fortunately, a living person won't die from holding their urine, and Mr. Nanze and Moyu came up with other solutions.

That is, despite Pingding County being small and a poor, desolate place, it has quite a few bandits, some of whom have a history of over a hundred years.

Smaller bandit groups consisted of only twenty or thirty men with seven or eight broken guns; larger groups had only one or two hundred men with fifty or sixty guns.

In the past two weeks, the Third Battalion recruited about fifty new soldiers.

In the following days, they recruited and wiped out several small bandit groups, bringing their total strength to two hundred men and about ninety rifles.

Then the problem arose: Qingfeng Village was the only target they had nearby.

If it were a direct confrontation, he was still confident that he could lead the Third Battalion to take Qingfeng Village; however, the casualties were estimated to be considerable, and the ammunition consumption would be very high, making it somewhat unprofitable.

After discussing it with the squid, Mr. Nanze decided to see if they could directly recruit them.

Yesterday, a messenger was sent to Qingfeng Village with a personal letter from Mr. Nanze; however, after reading it, Chuanshanlong neither agreed nor disagreed, only giving the messenger one sentence:

"Let Commander Nan come and talk in person. If he doesn't dare to come, then forget it."

Just kidding! Although Mr. Nanze is not exactly a seasoned newbie, his last time he traveled through time, he crawled out of piles of dead bodies in Taierzhuang and Tengxian.

On his head, he held the important position of Commander Hu's partner and the commander of the third battalion of the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment. He could not back down, nor was he allowed to back down.

More importantly, this guy has cheat codes!
Even if you die, the worst consequence is simply that you won't be able to travel through time again.

Thus, the scene unfolded today, with Mr. Nanze, who had scalded his military uniform with a cup of boiling water before setting off, heading to Qingfeng Village alone, accompanied only by an orderly.

Of course! They weren't completely unprepared.

Right at the foot of the mountain, Mo Yu and the entire Third Battalion were ready for battle.

If Mr. Nanze hasn't come down the mountain by 3 PM, then we should just storm his door and wipe out this bunch of ignorant bandits...

At 11:23, the gate of Qingfeng Village was slowly opened.

Standing outside the door, Mr. Nanze could clearly see that starting from behind the door, there were pairs of bandits standing about every two meters, extending all the way to a place that resembled a council hall.

The two bandits were about three or four meters apart, but they each drew a gleaming broadsword and stretched it forward, creating a path like a mountain of knives.

It's like walking through a forest where any bandit could easily kill you on the spot with a swing of their sword.

"Is this some kind of movie with me?" Mr. Nanze said casually.

Then, he took off the white glove on his right hand and held it in his hand. He walked forward casually in the gleaming light of the knife, ignoring the bandits who were trying to look fierce, as if he were attending a banquet.

All I can say is that human potential is limitless.

Even a cunning tea merchant from a modern world, after being tempered in this cannibalistic era, will be completely different at heart.

After finally traversing the long mountain of knives and stepping into the council hall, Mr. Nanze shouted to the mountain-piercing dragon seated at the head of the table and the people below:
"Gentlemen, what other strategies do you have to offer?" ******
At 1:36 p.m., Mr. Nanze tapped the earthen bowl in his hand against the Chuanshanlong liquor, then gulped down the bowl, which contained at least half a jin of old liquor, in one go.

After he showed the bottom of the bowl, which was now completely empty, he uttered a sentence:
"Back in Taierzhuang, I fought the Japanese alongside the heroes of Xuzhou; even today, I consider them my brothers in arms."

So as long as the brothers sincerely follow the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment to fight the Japanese, I guarantee that Commander Hu and I will never do anything like betraying our support.

If anyone disobeys, the brothers may deal with him as they see fit.

As soon as Mr. Nanze finished speaking, cheers erupted throughout the council hall; the bandits who had looked at him with hostility before were now incredibly friendly.

There was no way around it! In such a short time, the Southern Commander's performance had already won them over.

He remained unfazed even when facing a mountain of knives, and his marksmanship was even superior to that of the leader of the "Mountain-Piercing Dragon" gang.

As for the combat strength of the two sides? There is no comparison. Although they have only heard of the reputation of the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment for a short time, they dare not even dream of the glorious achievements of the other side as rumored.

The Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment could beat the Japanese into a pulp, and the Japanese beat the Jin-Sui Army into a pulp. If they were to fight in front of the Jin-Sui Army, they would probably be beaten into a pulp as well. Can they even compare?

In fact, they had already harbored the idea of ​​seeking refuge when the messenger came to their door yesterday.

The reason for insisting on Mr. Nanze's visit was simply because they were worried that these roughnecks would be discarded after being used.

What happened? After the banquet began, Nan Ze, the super VIP of the foot massage parlor, talked about those frivolous things, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

Besides thinking, "Those city folks really know how to have fun," he also regarded Commander Nan as a kindred spirit.

Now that I've heard Mr. Minami's assurance, my last worries have disappeared.

Amidst the deafening cheers, Chuanshanlong and the other leaders exchanged glances before kneeling down on one knee before Mr. Nanze.

They clasped their hands in a fist and said in unison, "Greetings, Battalion Commander. From now on, Qingfeng Village will be at the command of Commander Hu and Commander Nan."

Seeing this, Mr. Nanze first picked up a plump chicken butt, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and then swallowed it, using this thing to suppress the churning effects of the alcohol.

Only then did he quickly step forward, help the mountain dragon to his feet, and solemnly say:

"Brothers, welcome to the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment..."

At 2:55 PM, just as Mo Yu was getting anxious because he couldn't see Mr. Nan Ze for a long time, and was preparing to lead the three battalions to attack Qingfeng Village.

A familiar figure rushed over; it was Mr. Nanze's orderly.

From a distance, the orderly shouted:

"Deputy Battalion Commander Mo, Commander Nan said that Qingfeng Village is a good place. He wants you to take the brothers up there. From now on, this place will be our garrison."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yu immediately led the men of the Third Battalion up the mountain.

After meeting the people of Qingfeng Village, both sides were overjoyed; Chuanshanlong and the others even ordered chickens and sheep to be slaughtered, and treated everyone to a good meal that evening.

In short, after Mr. Minami took a risk.

In just one night, the strength of the Third Battalion surged to 365 men, with 203 rifles and pistols of various types; only the machine guns and ammunition were somewhat lacking, and apart from a grenade launcher, there was no heavy firepower.

Such a positive change after just one night, what more could you ask for?

The problem was that the next morning, with a throbbing headache from a hangover, Mr. Nanze wrote the battle report, and the content was as follows:

After negotiations yesterday, the Third Battalion successfully incorporated Qingfengzhai.

Despite its considerable reputation, Qingfeng Village is somewhat undeserving of its name; it only has about 150 or 160 people, most of whom are elderly or young and unfit for service, and will be phased out one by one in the future.

There were only fifty or sixty guns, and bullets were in dire need.

Damn it! No, Commander Hu, my 3rd Battalion urgently needs a large quantity of ammunition. I don't even know if the rocket launchers at the arsenal have been manufactured yet. I need at least twenty...

(End of this chapter)