Bright Sword: Flesh and Blood Military Industrial Base

Soon, two hours had passed. After this rest, the soldiers' strength and morale had improved considerably. Yang Zheng took a look around and decisively ordered, "Retreat!"

At his command, all the soldiers present, along with the 43 puppet soldiers carrying supplies, set off.

Along the way, every soldier's face was full of smiles, while the puppet troops were frowning and filled with extreme fear.

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for? Now you're scared, still acting like a dog for the Japanese? Believe me or not, I'll shoot you right now."

A soldier roughly shoved a puppet soldier in front of him, cursing and making no attempt to hide his disgust.

These traitors are sometimes even more annoying than the Japanese devils.

"No, no, no, Eighth Master, I have elderly parents to support and young children to raise. I was forced to take this job to earn a living!"

"Ah! Sir, stop! Stop!"

Yang Zheng glanced at them twice but ignored them. There was nothing to sympathize with in these people, so he naturally wouldn't stop them. As long as they weren't killed, that was fine.

As the group traveled further and further away, they gradually moved completely away from the battlefield behind them.

The five Japanese soldiers who had escaped finally ran back to the entrance of the stronghold, scrambling and tumbling, shouting in a disheveled state.

After the door was opened, he rushed in with a panicked expression, as if a vengeful ghost was chasing him.

He's timid; he's been scared out of his wits.

Upon hearing the news, the Japanese lieutenant who was guarding the stronghold rushed over immediately. He glanced at the five of them and his face immediately turned pale.

"Baka! What happened? Where are the other warriors?"

"Lieutenant... Lieutenant, we were ambushed by the enemy! They... they're so strong! So many... so many people were killed, but we made it back! Waaaaah..."

The Japanese lieutenant's lips twitched. Resisting the urge to kill him with a single blow, he asked in a deep voice, "Who is the enemy, and where is the ambush location?"

"The enemy...the enemy, so many troops, some wearing Northwest Chinese military uniforms, their broadswords, so many brave warriors have died under their broadswords, so terrifying, so terrifying."

"Baka!!"

"Bang!"

The Japanese lieutenant couldn't hold back any longer. He kicked the incoherent Japanese soldier to the ground, then pointed to the man next to him, "You, explain the situation clearly!"

"Hi!"

Perhaps seeing what happened to his colleagues, he regained some clarity of mind, and his speech became clearer and more fluent.

"Lieutenant, we were attacked near Datouling. The enemy—there were three enemy units: the Northwest Army, the Northeast Army, and the Eighth Route Army! Everyone else was killed except for us."

The Japanese lieutenant, his face grim, continued, "How many enemies are there? What weapons are they using?"

"The enemy...the enemy is everywhere, all over the mountains and fields. Countless, truly countless!"

The Japanese lieutenant's face also showed some fear. Their stronghold was extremely weak, with only less than 20 Imperial Army soldiers left to guard it. What if the enemy attacked?

His expression changed, and he shouted, "Baka! Prepare your defenses!"

After shouting, he went straight to the second floor of the pillbox, where there was a telephone.

"Moshi moshi, this is the Daejeon base..."

Not long after, he hung up the phone and immediately went to the firing port to carefully observe the outside, fearing that a large force might appear.

He dared not send anyone out to investigate; his current task was to safeguard the security of this outpost.

And reinforcements have already begun to assemble.

On the other side, Yang Zheng led his men to rest temporarily in an open space. He also had the puppet soldiers identify each other and, in front of them, beheaded seven puppet soldiers who were confirmed to be bullying the people. Only then did he announce that they could leave.

A warning before leaving is only natural.

The puppet soldiers, with expressions of disbelief, walked slowly for a while before finally taking off running.

After they fled, Yang Zheng ordered the bodies of the evil puppet soldiers to be burned on the spot.

I obtained 80 Soul Points and 835 Flesh Resources. As for the resources for summoning the 5 warriors, I have them.

The fleeing puppet troops only stopped when their legs went weak and they could run no more. They looked back to make sure there were no pursuers before they sat down.

"My God, when did the Eighth Route Army become so good at fighting!"

"Were the Imperial Army soldiers who disappeared one after another also responsible?"

"Of course! We know this area like the back of our hand. We've never seen such a burly man before!"

"Sigh! What should we do next?"

"Next? Hmph, that's definitely reporting to the Imperial Army! They'll surely reward us!"

"Ah! Aren't you afraid...aren't you afraid...don't hurt us!!"

"Look at you all, so spineless! Didn't you see those people? They're carrying all sorts of bags, heading south. They're obviously going to hide deep in the mountains. How are they going to get revenge on us?!"

"This...so you mean..."

Although the evildoers among the 30-odd puppet soldiers had been eliminated, there were still some self-righteous individuals who were now analyzing the situation with great smugness.

Yang Zheng wanted to convey his thoughts to the Japanese through his words.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Yang Zheng led his men on a further march of about twenty kilometers before setting up camp at nightfall.

Afterwards, the soldiers ate and rested, while Yang Zheng, Chen Xiaoquan, Zeng Dahui, and Luo Dashan began their post-battle debriefing.

After summarizing the situation, Yang Zhengcai said, "Tomorrow we can take a detour back to Changning Village! It should take about two days!"

Chen Xiaoquan and the others carefully studied Yang Zhengzhi's route, and after finally understanding it, they nodded.

"Alright, let's rest!" Yang Zheng waved his hand, and then found a place to lie down.

Instead of falling asleep immediately, he began to think about his next steps.

With the resources he currently possesses, he can theoretically summon 88 warriors. He also has two Japanese officer's swords, which, if melted down by Li Dachui, should yield some gold resources.

So, how should we arrange it reasonably?

After thinking for a long time, Yang Zheng made a decision: the stables should be bound together, and then three warhorses should be summoned; they couldn't afford to raise more than that.

Then summon 5 blacksmiths to bring the total number of blacksmiths to ten, in preparation for future development. The remaining 70 soldiers will be summoned to bring the size of his Eighth Company to nearly 170 people, which can be considered a reinforced company.

Most importantly, based on the two previous examples of summoning, Yang Zheng understood that those soldiers were all highly capable and were elite veterans.

So by then, the Eighth Company will have nearly 120 elite veterans and this batch of weapons and equipment, greatly increasing their strength. I'm afraid even a battalion from the new First Regiment can't compare to them.

With a satisfied smile, Yang Zheng drifted off to sleep. With the system, development had indeed been snowballing, extremely rapid.