Bright Sword: Starting from Obtaining the Equipment Slot

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'm referring to our bet. If I kill you, who will I collect the debt from?"

Wei Dayong put down the submachine gun in his hand, picked up the bayonet from the ground, and waved it in front of Yamamoto. "As for those hostages, do you think I'll believe your empty words?"

Yamamoto Ichiki then remembered that the two of them had made a bet.

He actually owes money to someone, and the creditor is a ruthless person.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance." Wei Dayong slapped Yamamoto Ichiki's cheek with his bayonet. "A bet's a bet. Write an IOU."

Yamamoto Ichiki froze, then subconsciously repeated, "...An IOU?"

"Yes." Wei Dayong squatted down in front of him, his voice flat. "Just write that you owe me a battalion's worth of weapons and equipment, and I'll go get them when it's convenient for me!"

Wei Dayong is not afraid of Yamamoto Ichiki defaulting on his debts at all!

If I had nothing but lollipops, you could owe me, but if I had nothing but atomic bombs, would you dare to renege on your promise?

He firmly believed that the gap in military strength between the two would only widen, and that there would eventually be a time for them to settle scores.

Yamamoto Ichiki's eyes widened in disbelief. He hadn't expected Wei Dayong to actually honor the bet with him.

Is this guy a devil? Not only did he arrest him in broad daylight, but he also wiped out his entire special operations team, and then he even tried to steal a whole battalion's worth of weapons and equipment from him.

"You...you really dare to come and ask for it?"

Wei Dayong said calmly, "I won it through my own abilities, why shouldn't I dare to accept it?"

Yamamoto Ichiki stared with his mouth open, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"It's fine if you don't want to write it." Wei Dayong held the bayonet against Yamamoto Ichiki's neck, the tip of the blade piercing the skin and drawing blood. "Then I'll add another corpse to this forest."

Yamamoto Ichiki shuddered.

He dared not gamble that Wei Dayong was joking. This Chinese man in front of him had wiped out his entire ten-man special agent team in half an hour without even a scratch.

"I'll write, I'll write!"

"That's right." Wei Dayong took out paper and pen from Yamamoto's jacket pocket and stuffed them into his hand. "Write, write clearly."

With his hands tied, Yamamoto Ichiki could only barely hold the pen and write awkwardly on the paper.

The IOU was dictated by Wei Dayong and written down by Yamamoto Ichiki: Yamamoto Ichiki, Captain of the Special Forces of the Imperial Japanese Army, hereby owes Wei Dayong the following weapons and equipment: 700 Type 38 rifles, 30 Type 11 light machine guns, 5 Type 92 heavy machine guns, 20 Type 89 grenade launchers, 200,000 rounds of ammunition, 1,000 hand grenades, 3 radios, and a certain amount of medicine.

After he finished writing the date and his signature, Wei Dayong asked him to put his handprint on it as well.

After Yamamoto Ichiki pressed his handprint, his face turned a deep liver color.

Wei Dayong picked up the IOU, blew on it, folded it up, and put it in his pocket.

"Your Chinese characters are written quite well; it seems your teacher's wife taught you well!"

Yamamoto Ichiki gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Wei Dayong stood up and began cleaning up the battlefield.

He dragged the Japanese soldiers' corpses one by one and stripped them of all their clothes.

These special agents' combat uniforms were of extremely high quality, far superior to those of ordinary Japanese soldiers. They were made of thick, high-quality fabric, with extra reinforcements sewn onto the knees and elbows, making them resistant to wear and tear even after crawling and rolling around in the jungle.

He carefully examined each body, folding and neatly stacking their combat uniforms one by one.

Binoculars, belts, weapon belts, ammunition pouches, water bottles, and food bags were all taken off and put away in their proper places.

Then there are weapons and equipment.

Nine submachine guns, one light machine gun, ten Mauser pistols, plus the Mauser C96 captured from the mountain itself, totaling twenty-one guns.

There were 42 magazines, 700-800 loose bullets, and 34 hand grenades, most of which were Japanese Type 97 hand grenades.

These Type 97 grenades were different from the ones he had seen in the army before. The fuse tube was on the side, so he had to remove the safety pin first and then tap it on a hard object.

Wei Dayong piled the weapons and ammunition together and found a secluded cave nearby.

The cave is small, and the entrance is completely hidden by bushes. It is dry and well-ventilated inside, making it a good place to hide things.

He moved all the weapons, ammunition, and combat equipment into the cave, covered the entrance with branches and dead leaves, and carefully checked it from the outside to make sure no one would discover it.

When they returned to the old locust tree, Yamamoto Ichiki was still tied up there.

Wei Dayong tightened the ropes binding him, making sure he couldn't break free.

"You just wait here, your men will come looking for you." Wei Dayong patted Yamamoto Ichiki on the shoulder. "Remember, you still owe me a whole battalion's worth of equipment."

Yamamoto Ichiki raised his head and stared at him with an expression that was hard to tell whether it was hatred or fear.

"Who exactly are you?"

Wei Dayong did not answer the question.

He carried only a submachine gun and a Mauser pistol. The submachine gun was slung across his back, and the Mauser pistol was tucked into a holster at his waist. He had two full magazines of bullets and four grenades.

Before leaving, he looked at Yamamoto Ichiki and said his last two sentences: "You should know why I spared your life. Also, next time we meet, remember to stay away from me."

He turned and walked into the woods without looking back.

Yamamoto Ichiki was tied to a tree, listening to the footsteps grow fainter and fainter until they disappeared completely into the depths of the forest.

He leaned the back of his head against the tree trunk, closed his eyes, and finally relaxed completely.

The god of death is finally gone.

His biggest regret now is why he suddenly had the urge to come to the POW camp today to personally oversee the special forces training.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have encountered Wei Dayong, that devil.

Isn't the tea at the Ping'an County Military Police Headquarters delicious?

As soon as Wei Dayong left the woods, he activated his "eyes-in-all-around" surveillance.

The terrain within a three-kilometer radius unfolded in my mind, with valleys, rivers, dirt roads, and ravines, every detail as clear as a map laid out before me.

He quickly searched his memory and located the prisoners of war in less than three seconds.

They were in a valley about five miles to the northeast.

The valley is not large, with gentle slopes on both sides covered with shrubs and weeds, and a dry stream in the middle, paved with pebbles.

More than two hundred people sat scattered on the slopes on both sides of the stream. Some were sleeping against the tree trunks, some were looking for food, and others were huddled together whispering.

Wang Xiao stood under a large tree at the entrance of the valley, looking out towards the outside of the valley.

Wei Dayong quickened his pace and hurried towards the valley.

More than half an hour later, he reached the entrance to the valley.

Wang Xiao was the first to see him. He was stunned for a moment, then strode over to greet him.

"Brother Wei, you're finally back!"

He sized up Wei Dayong, his gaze falling on the submachine gun on his body and the pistol at his waist, his expression shifting from surprise to admiration.

"You've won another battle?"

"Hmm, I managed to pull off a minor victory," Wei Dayong said. "I wiped out an entire special agent squad under Yamamoto's command!"

Wang Xiao's eyes widened in surprise as he asked, "You took them all down by yourself?"

Wei Dayong nodded.

Several people nearby also heard this, and they all stood up, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Wang Xiao was stunned for several seconds, then burst out laughing: "Good, well done!"

He turned and shouted into the valley, "Did you all hear that? Brother Wei took down ten Japanese special agents all by himself!"

The prisoners of war in the valley stood up one after another. Some clapped and cheered, some whistled, and some clenched their fists excitedly.

After they quieted down, Wei Dayong stood on a large rock in the middle of the valley and scanned the people present.

"Brothers, I brought you out here hoping to give you a way to survive. Now, there are a few things I need to say to you face to face."