Bright Sword: Flesh and Blood Military Industrial Base

Yang Zheng lay prone in the grass, his eyes fixed on the village entrance more than 600 meters away. The soldiers behind him had already taken cover according to his orders.

All the grenades had their back covers unscrewed, and to avoid any accidents, Yang Zheng only allowed them to place them in the most convenient positions.

In this tense atmosphere, even a soldier swallowing a mouthful of saliva made a particularly loud noise, prompting Chen Xiaoquan to glare at him.

"Quiet down, everyone. Even if you need to poop or pee, just do it in my pants!" Yang Zheng said in a low voice.

Despite having absorbed the original owner's memories, he was still somewhat nervous as it was his first time personally taking up arms against the Japanese.

In the distance, some commotion could be faintly heard from the village, which annoyed Yang Zheng, but thankfully, the gunshots stopped.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the village began to change, and the smug laughter of the Japanese soldiers could be faintly heard.

Fifteen minutes later, yellowish-brown figures began to appear at the village entrance; the Japanese soldiers were leaving the village…

"Everyone, get ready!" Yang Zheng calmly gave the order.

The orders were also passed down to each soldier through word of mouth.

The Japanese soldiers, lined up in a fairly neat formation, were escorting two large mule carts toward them.

Meanwhile, in the middle of their ranks, there were two Japanese soldiers carrying a large pig with its four hooves bound, as well as several chickens and ducks flapping their wings.

The Japanese machine gunner that Yang was paying special attention to was carrying a Type 11 light machine gun and walking in the middle of the column. Several Japanese soldiers were intentionally or unintentionally protecting them.

Although such a team may become less vigilant due to their successful looting, they can immediately enter their best combat state should an unexpected situation arise.

Yang Zheng aimed his pistol at the Japanese machine gunner from a distance, and the muzzle of his pistol moved with him.

The first shot, when the Japanese soldiers were off guard, had a pretty good hit rate.

Slowly, the Japanese soldiers approached step by step, and Yang Zheng could clearly hear their excited conversation in Japanese.

Although he didn't understand at all, the time had come...

"Bang!"

Yang Zheng fired without hesitation. The 7.63mm bullet flew out and instantly hit the Japanese machine gunner in the chest about 35 meters away.

At the same time, Yang Zheng's gunshot was the order, and Chen Xiaoquan shouted without hesitation, "Grenades, throw them!!"

"laugh……"

Almost all the soldiers pulled the pins of their grenades at the same time, and after a "whoosh" of ignition, they threw them out with all their might.

"Swish swish...!"

In an instant, more than forty hand grenades rose into the air from the grass on the hillside, drawing terrifying arcs, like an enraged swarm of bees, and crashed down on the Japanese troops on the dirt road!

The Japanese soldiers only had time to quickly lie down before a series of explosions rang out.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

To be honest, the quality of the hand grenades made by the Eighth Route Army was really not good; some of them just exploded and split in two, but there were a lot of them.

There are more than 40 of them, enough for each Japanese soldier to have three or almost four.

A cloud of smoke, mixed with dirt, grass clippings, and bloody remains, billowed up from nowhere. Amidst the screams of the Japanese soldiers, Yang Zheng shouted, "Comrades, follow me and kill!"

"kill!!"

At the same time, the bugle call to charge sounded, and Yang Zheng took the lead, holding a Mauser pistol, and rushed down the hillside.

The more than 40 soldiers following behind him showed no fear, some wielding broadswords, others gripping rifles with bayonets fixed, roaring, "Kill!!"

Yang Zheng dashed down the hillside and reached the Japanese soldiers in less than 10 seconds, before they could even react to the aftershocks of the explosion.

"Bang bang bang!!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Yang Zheng opened fire on every moving Japanese soldier in his line of sight.

The soldiers behind him showed no mercy, slashing their broadswords at the heads of the Japanese soldiers. Some Japanese soldiers who had already fallen to the ground and were lifeless were also beheaded.

The entire battle proceeded extremely quickly and smoothly. In less than five minutes, all 13 Japanese soldiers present were killed, each with several wounds on their body.

Yang Zheng took a few deep breaths, looked around, and couldn't help but smile.

It went very smoothly. The Japanese soldiers barely put up any resistance and were wiped out in one fell swoop, leaving the soldiers with almost no casualties.

"Company commander, it's done! All the Japanese devils are dead! We've won!" Chen Xiaoquan laughed loudly, holding a large knife that was still dripping blood.

On the other side, Zhao Dahu was also extremely excited, his eyes shining as he looked at the Japanese weapons on the ground.

"Damn it, what are we waiting for? Let's clean up the battlefield!" Yang Zheng tucked his pistol back into his waistband, recalling the feeling of killing Japanese soldiers. He felt exhilarated and not disgusted at all.

"Yes, Company Commander!" Chen Xiaoquan and Zhao Dahu responded loudly, and then quickly rushed towards their chosen targets.

The other soldiers were also drooling, picking up a Type 38 rifle as if it were a divine weapon, and they couldn't put it down.

"Da Shuan, take a few men to scout the surrounding area and watch out for any enemies attracted by the commotion!" Yang Zheng's mind was particularly sharp in his excited state, and he immediately considered the possibility of the boat capsizing and gave the order.

"Yes, Company Commander!" Mao Dashuan stood up reluctantly, still holding a Type 38 rifle and picking up 6.5mm bullets in his hand.

"Damn it, you've done a good job this time, so this gun is yours to use. Hurry up and get it to me, or I'll kick you!" Yang Zheng said angrily when he saw his appearance.

"Hehe! Thanks, Company Commander!"

Mao Dashuan's face was full of excitement. After nodding frantically, he pointed to a few nimble-footed men and led them away quickly.

The other soldiers, listening to Yang Zheng's words, were filled with envy. While collecting scattered bullets and shell casings from the battlefield, they also looked at Yang Zheng with longing eyes.

Those eyes, I can't fucking stand them.

"Stop looking at me like that! A good horse needs a good saddle. Whichever kid is the most skilled and has the best marksmanship will get one of these Type 38 rifles! If you're envious, then hone your skills. If you want a gun, the Japanese have plenty!"

Just as Yang Zheng finished cursing, Chen Xiaoquan and Zhao Dahu caused trouble again.

"This light machine gun should belong to our platoon; our platoon is stronger than your platoon!"

"You're talking nonsense! My second platoon is way better than your first platoon. If you don't believe me, let's have a go!"

"Let's practice then! Who's afraid of who!"

The light machine guns were something the entire company didn't have. Now that they had been captured and no losses were found, platoon leaders Chen Xiaoquan and Zhao Dahu immediately started arguing, neither willing to back down.

"Shut the hell up! All of this light machine gun and ammunition is to be assigned to the company headquarters." Yang Zheng glared and made the decision decisively.

Chen Xiaoquan and Zhao Dahu immediately deflated, replying somewhat dejectedly, "Yes, Company Commander!"

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