Bright Sword: Flesh and Blood Military Industrial Base

"yes!"

Zeng Dahui understood and turned to shout at the puppet soldiers, "Did you all hear that? Stay put! The Eighth Route Army treats prisoners well, but if anyone dares to have any crooked thoughts, my weapon won't discriminate!" After saying that, he patted the newly captured pistol at his waist, which frightened the group of puppet soldiers into nodding repeatedly.

Yang Zheng ignored the prisoners; his attention was completely drawn to the spoils that the soldiers were carrying over and piling up on the open ground by the bend.

The first thing piled up was the guns.

One after another, Type 38 rifles were quickly set up on the ground in piles. Compared to the "mixed bag" rifles they used before, these standard-issue rifles looked much more pleasing to the eye.

"My goodness... how many are there?" A young soldier stared wide-eyed, trying to count them on his fingers, but he couldn't count them all.

"Don't just look at the rifles! Look over there!" another soldier excitedly pointed to another spot.

There were three Type 3 light machine guns lined up side by side! Several ammunition boxes next to them were open, filled with densely packed, golden machine gun bullets, making one's mouth dry.

Chen Xiaoquan was squatting next to a machine gun, touching it with obvious delight, muttering, "Good stuff... really good stuff... now each of our platoons can get two and have some left over!"

But the truly exciting part is yet to come.

"Grenade launcher! It's a grenade launcher!" The sharp-eyed soldier shouted, his voice cracking.

Luo Dashan, with a hand in one hand and a smile on his face, walked towards them.

Behind him followed several soldiers carrying Japanese ammunition pouches filled with special grenades.

"Company commander, two guns, all intact, and 34 grenades, hehe!" Luo Dashan shouted loudly at Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng also stepped forward quickly, his eyes full of surprise.

"We've struck it rich!"

"Damn it, I've found something good!" Yang Zheng took one of the bodies and examined it with great interest.

This thing was even rarer than a light machine gun in the Eighth Route Army; it was a real "small cannon"! With it, you could take out Japanese firing positions from a distance, and your confidence in fighting the Japanese would be completely different!

In my memory, countless Eighth Route Army soldiers fell under machine gun fire on their way to get closer to enemy positions. With this weapon, many sacrifices could perhaps have been avoided.

"Luo Dashan!" Yang Zheng snapped out of his daze and shouted loudly.

"Here!" Luo Dashan answered, chest puffed out.

"These two grenade launchers, along with the three light machine guns and all their ammunition, will all be assigned to the company headquarters' direct fire platoon! You will be in charge of them for the time being!"

"From the veterans, pick the quick-witted, steady-handed, and somewhat calculating ones, and get them familiar with these things as soon as possible! Especially this grenade launcher; I need gunners who can hit exactly where they're pointing, not just those who make noise!"

Yang patted Luo Dashan on the shoulder, showing him complete trust.

Luo Dashan saluted excitedly and shouted, "Yes, sir! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

"Very good!" Yang Zheng nodded in satisfaction.

Chen Xiaoquan, however, was filled with reluctance. Damn it, he had originally thought that the machine guns and grenade launchers would be assigned to their two platoons, which would give them two light machine guns and one grenade launcher in terms of firepower, but...

But he didn't dare to challenge Yang Zheng, and could only look forward to the next capture.

"Type 38 rifles, initial count: 57... Hanyang rifles, 56... Light machine guns, 3... Grenade launchers, 34 grenades... 3 Mauser pistols... 126 hand grenades..."

Rifle ammunition… Good heavens, that’s too much, I’d estimate over ten thousand rounds! Machine gun ammunition… about four or five thousand rounds too! Helmets, canteens, mess kits, blankets, compressed rations… and two pairs of binoculars…”

Each time a new item was announced, a collective gasp filled the air. The soldiers gathered around the spoils, touching this one, weighing that one, discussing them excitedly, their pain and exhaustion seemingly lessened considerably.

"This is truly a windfall!"

"Wow, so many bullets! That's enough for us to fight like crazy for a while!"

"Grenade launchers... Our Eighth Company has cannons now!"

As Yang Zheng listened to the report and looked at the bountiful harvest before him, his heart was filled with excitement.

These are not just weapons and ammunition; they are the capital that the soldiers fought for with their lives, and they are the foundation for the future growth of the Eighth Company!

Not long after, flames erupted, and the bodies of the Japanese soldiers and their collaborators were burned together.

Meanwhile, notifications were going off like crazy in Yang Zheng's system.

【获得灵魂点：10（普通士兵）……20（军曹/副班长）……30（曹长/班长）……40（少尉/排长）……80（中尉/连长）……】

[Obtain flesh and blood resources...]

This battle yielded 1250 Souls and 12096 Flesh Resources. Total Souls gained: 1260; Flesh Resources gained: 12466.

This gain is enough to summon 80 warriors. Once they return to Changning Village, the Eighth Company's fighting strength will double in less than two days.

However, there are more pressing matters at hand.

He composed himself and walked over to his fallen and wounded comrades. The joy of victory was overwhelming, but seeing those eyes closed forever and the blood-stained bandages still tugged at his heartstrings.

He inquired carefully about the wounded soldiers' conditions, instructed the medic to use the Japanese first-aid kit that had just been captured, and then silently saluted the remains of his fallen comrades.

"Company Commander, we have lost 9 men, 14 seriously wounded, and countless others slightly wounded in this battle," Chen Xiaoquan said softly beside Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng nodded and ordered, "Take all our comrades back. Record the names, deeds, and hometowns of all the fallen soldiers clearly."

"Yes, sir!"

After arranging these matters, Yang Zheng looked at the exhausted soldiers and ordered, "Everyone, rest for two hours."

"yes!"

Then, Yang Zheng called Chen Xiaoquan, Luo Dashan, and Zeng Dahui to his side.

"Two hours later, we'll take the prisoners and their weapons and equipment, and head south!"

"South?" Luo Dashan and Zeng Dahui asked, somewhat puzzled. "Aren't we going back to Changning Village?"

"Go back, but not now! The Japanese suffered heavy casualties in this battle and will surely retaliate. We must lure them away. Therefore, it is necessary to create signs of Nanli."

"Including those puppet troops, we made them carry supplies for us for the first part of the journey. When we reached a suitable location, we interrogated them, killed the evildoers, and released the rest," Yang Zheng explained.

"Release them? Then some of them will probably go back to being dogs!" Luo Dashan scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

Chen Xiaoquan, however, had already understood and said softly, "What the company commander wants is for them to go back to being dogs, otherwise how can the Japanese completely confirm our movements!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Dashan and Zeng Dahui understood: "In this way, the Japanese will chase after us, and Changning Village will be safe for the time being."

"That's right, and once the Japanese realize they can't catch us, we might be able to launch a surprise attack!" Yang Zheng said slyly.