Holding the original shares, they fought all the way to the Korean War!

That night.

Zhou Tianyang quietly pushed open the door and went out.

He went to the warehouse of the Second New Regiment without alerting anyone.

Zhou Tianyang stood in the middle of the room, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

"System, extract all equipment."

[Confirmed to retrieve all equipment. Confirm?]

"confirm."

The moment the words fell.

Wooden crates appeared out of thin air on the ground.

The first thing to appear was the wooden crate of the M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle.

Two thousand rifles were packed into two hundred boxes, ten rifles in each box, piled up in a large area.

Then there's the MG42 general-purpose machine gun.

Thirty machine guns were packed in thirty long, rectangular metal boxes, one machine gun in each box. Next to the machine guns were spare barrels and ammunition boxes.

Then there's the M2 60mm mortar.

The fifteen mortars were packed in fifteen wooden crates, with the barrels, mounts, and sights categorized separately.

Then there were the thirty MP40 submachine guns, packed in a large wooden crate.

Then came box after box of ammunition.

Finally, there were mortar shells.

Zhou Tianyang stood in the middle of the room, looking at the wooden crates filling the room, and let out a long sigh of relief.

These things are enough to fully arm the Second New Regiment to the teeth.

He walked to the nearest wooden crate and pried open the lid.

Inside, ten M1 Garand semi-automatic rifles were neatly arranged, their bodies coated with anti-rust oil.

He picked up a rifle, pulled back the bolt, checked the rifling, and then put it down.

nice one.

He then walked to another wooden box and opened the lid.

Inside is an MG42 general-purpose machine gun, with a thick barrel and a rugged design.

Next to it was a spare gun barrel and a box of fifty rounds of ammunition.

Zhou Tianyang then walked to the wooden crate where the mortar had been placed, opened it, and took a look.

He closed the lid of the box, stood up, and glanced at the equipment filling the room.

If all these items were equipped to the New Second Regiment, its firepower would surpass that of any regimental-level unit in the Eighth Route Army.

It even surpassed the firepower of an entire Japanese regiment.

Zhou Tianyang's lips curled up slightly.

He walked to the door, pushed it open, and went out.

He locked the door and strode back to the regimental headquarters.

After returning to the house, he lay back on the kang (a heated brick bed), put his hands behind his head, and looked at the ceiling.

If we can train this team of over 1,200 people well.

The new Second Regiment can definitely become a sharp blade of the 386th Brigade.

……

Two days later.

At dawn, just as the sky was beginning to lighten, slogans were already ringing out in the threshing ground of Lijia Yu.

Zhao Wenlong was leading the soldiers of the First Battalion in a five-kilometer armed cross-country run, the team running around the village, kicking up clouds of dust.

Tian Chengjun stood at the edge of the threshing ground, holding a whistle in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers who were training.

Sun Shengli stood at the front of the Third Battalion's ranks, leading the new recruits in push-ups.

Zhou Tianyang stood at the entrance of the regimental department.

Looking at the bustling training scene on the threshing ground, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Just then, the sentry at the village entrance ran over.

"Commander!"

"People from the brigade headquarters have arrived!"

Zhou Tianyang's eyes lit up slightly, and he strode towards the village entrance.

On the dirt road at the village entrance, a large group of people were marching towards the village.

Leading the way was a staff officer from the brigade headquarters.

He was in his early thirties, of medium build, and dressed in a military uniform with a belt around his waist.

Behind him followed a long line of people, at least three hundred or so.

The new recruits wore all sorts of clothes.

They were all full of energy, lined up in two columns, and walked in a crooked and unsteady manner.

But their steps were fairly synchronized.

When Staff Officer Zhang saw Zhou Tianyang standing at the village entrance, he quickly quickened his pace, walked up to him, and stood at attention to salute.

"Commander Zhou!"

"I have been ordered to lead 306 new recruits to report to the Second New Regiment!"

Zhou Tianyang nodded, his gaze passing over Staff Officer Zhang and landing on the new recruits behind him.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Zhou Tianyang reached out, grasped Staff Officer Zhang's hand, and shook it vigorously.

"After entering the village, settle in first, then have a meal."

Staff Officer Zhang grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Zhao Wenlong!"

"arrive!"

Zhao Wenlong ran over from the front of the line, stood at attention, and his forehead was still covered in sweat.

"Take the new recruits from the brigade headquarters to their accommodations, and then have a meal."

"yes!"

Zhao Wenlong turned around and shouted at the new recruits.

"Come with me!"

More than three hundred new recruits followed Zhao Wenlong and marched in a grand procession toward the village.

Zhou Tianyang watched the new recruits walk past him, his gaze sweeping over each of their faces.

Young, strong, with a sparkle in his eyes.

Although his clothes were tattered, his spirit and energy clearly showed he was a good soldier.

He turned around and looked at Staff Officer Zhang.

"Staff Officer Zhang, you must be tired from your journey. Come into the village and have a drink of water."

Staff Officer Zhang shook his head and smiled.

"No, Commander Zhou, I have to rush back to the brigade headquarters to report."

"The brigade commander is waiting."

Zhou Tianyang nodded, without pressuring him.

"Alright, then I won't keep you any longer."

Staff Officer Zhang stood at attention, saluted, and strode back the way he came.

His figure quickly disappeared around the bend in the mountain road, vanishing along the path he had come from.

Zhou Tianyang stood at the village entrance, watching Zhang's figure disappear.

Then he turned around and strode towards the village.

On the threshing floor, Zhao Wenlong was arranging accommodations for the new recruits.

The first, second, and third battalions each had one hundred men.

Sun Shengli was standing at the front of the Third Battalion's ranks, talking to the new recruits.

Tian Chengjun stood beside the Second Battalion's ranks, hands on his hips, his gaze sweeping over the new recruits.

Zhou Tianyang walked to the middle of the threshing ground and stopped.

"Comrades!"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

The threshing ground fell silent instantly, and all eyes were on him.

"Today, another 306 comrades joined our new Second Regiment."

Zhou Tianyang's gaze swept across the entire room, and his voice rose a few decibels.

"Starting today, our new Second Regiment will have more than 1,200 people."

"Our new Second Regiment is now a fully equipped and manned regiment!"

His voice echoed across the threshing ground.

The threshing floor fell silent for a moment.

Then a deafening cheer erupted.

"good!"

Zhou Tianyang raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

The cheers gradually subsided.

His gaze swept across the entire room.

"Having more people doesn't necessarily mean having stronger fighting power."

"If training doesn't keep up, no matter how many people there are, they're just a mob."

"Therefore, starting today, the entire team will enter high-intensity training."

"Within a month, I want to see this team kill the enemy on the battlefield."

"Can you do it?"

"able!"

More than 1,200 people answered in unison.

Zhou Tianyang nodded and looked at Zhao Wenlong, Tian Chengjun, and Sun Shengli.

"In the afternoon, the whole group changed clothes."

The three of them paused for a moment, then looked at each other.

Then she turned her gaze back to Zhou Tianyang.

"Change clothes?"

Zhao Wenlong asked tentatively.

Zhou Tianyang's lips curled up slightly.

"Yes, change clothes."

"All of them have been re-equipped with new gear."

"I'll show you what it truly means to be armed to the teeth."

The eyes of the three battalion commanders lit up.

Zhao Wenlong was the first to jump up.

"Commander, really?"

"real!"

"In the afternoon, right there in the threshing ground, the whole group changed into their uniforms!"

Zhou Tianyang waved his hand and turned to walk towards the warehouse.

Behind him, the eyes of the three battalion commanders followed his retreating figure, their eyes filled with anticipation.

The team leader always manages to surprise them.

I wonder what good stuff he's brought out this time.