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

The soldiers of the Third Battalion surrounded it.

Everyone craned their necks to look at the machine gun.

Their faces were smiling, and their eyes shone brightly.

It was a feeling of excitement and anticipation that came from the bottom of my heart.

The soldiers of the regimental guard platoon also received new equipment.

Zhou Tianyang personally distributed guns to the soldiers of the guard platoon.

He picked up an MP40, inspected it, and then handed it to the platoon leader.

"You guys need to practice with this gun properly!"

His tone was calm, but every word he spoke was firm and resolute.

"The guard platoon is the last line of defense for the regimental headquarters, and also the sharpest blade on the battlefield!"

"In critical moments, you are the entire regiment's reserve force!"

"Therefore, we must improve our marksmanship and teamwork!"

"yes!"

The platoon leader of the guards stood at attention and answered in a loud voice.

By the time the soldiers finished changing their gear, it was already 4:30 PM.

On the threshing ground, more than 1,200 soldiers lined up.

Each person held a brand-new M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle.

The machine gunners of each battalion carried MG42 general-purpose machine guns, while the mortar crew held M2 60mm mortars.

The soldiers of the regimental guard platoon stood ramrod straight, carrying MP40 submachine guns.

The threshing ground fell silent.

All eyes were on Zhou Tianyang, waiting for him to speak.

"Comrades!"

Zhou Tianyang spoke, but his voice was not loud.

"The guns in your hands are the best guns in the world!"

His voice rose a few decibels.

"The Type 38 rifle is good, but it's far inferior to this gun!"

"From now on, when fighting the Japanese, you won't need to pull the bolt every time you fire a shot!"

"Pull the trigger once to fire one shot, and the magazine will automatically eject after firing!"

"The magazine reload speed is faster than pulling the bolt!"

His gaze swept across the entire room.

"But I'm going to tell you!"

"Having a good gun doesn't guarantee you'll win a battle!"

"Guns are inanimate objects, but people are alive!"

"You need to practice your marksmanship, your tactics, and your teamwork!"

"Only in this way can the guns in your hands be used to their fullest potential!"

"Did you understand?"

"clear!"

More than 1,200 soldiers answered in unison.

The sound echoed in the air above the threshing ground.

Zhou Tianyang nodded and looked at Zhao Wenlong.

"Wenlong, put away the old Type 38 rifles that you've replaced!"

"Take a thorough inventory and register everything!"

"yes!"

Zhao Wenlong stood at attention, saluted, and then turned to shout to the soldiers.

"Put all the used Type 38 rifles in the warehouse!"

"yes!"

The soldiers responded immediately and began to gather the old Type 38 rifles that had been replaced.

Zhao Wenlong squatted down next to the guns, solemnly counting them.

He counted and wrote it down in his notebook, his expression incredibly serious.

Zhou Tianyang walked to the pile of Type 38 rifles and glanced at them.

These guns, while not as good as the M1 Garand, are still good guns.

It would be a mainstay piece of equipment in any regiment of the Eighth Route Army.

He turned around and looked at Zhao Wenlong.

"Wenlong, now that you've finished counting, tell me the total."

"yes!"

Zhao Wenlong responded without looking up and continued firing his gun.

An hour later.

Zhao Wenlong walked quickly to Zhou Tianyang.

"Commander, the inventory is complete!"

"A total of 1,336 Type 38 rifles!"

"Sixteen Type 96 light machine guns!"

"Type 92 heavy machine guns, four in total!"

"One Type 89 light mortar!"

"Grenade launchers, eight in total!"

He finished reading the last word and looked at Zhou Tianyang.

"Commander, what should we do with these guns?"

Zhou Tianyang didn't speak, staring at the pile of guns in silence for a moment.

His mind was racing, and a slight smile played on his lips.

He gave a meaningful smile.

"Wenlong, take some men tomorrow and deliver this batch of weapons to the brigade headquarters."

Zhao Wenlong was stunned for a moment, thinking he had misheard.

"Commander, should we send it to the brigade headquarters?"

Zhou Tianyang nodded, his tone calm.

"The brigade commander gave us three hundred new recruits last time, so consider this batch of guns a return gift."

Zhao Wenlong opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But seeing Zhou Tianyang's expression, he swallowed his words back.

"Commander, how many should we send?"

"all."

Zhou Tianyang answered decisively.

"Send them all to the brigade headquarters."

Zhao Wenlong's eyes widened.

"Commander, shall we send them all?"

"Shouldn't we keep some?"

Zhou Tianyang shook his head.

"No need to keep it."

"Our entire regiment has been equipped with new weapons, so there's no point in keeping these old ones."

"Why not give it to the brigade headquarters and let the brigade commander distribute it?"

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Besides, sending so much stuff to the brigade headquarters might please the brigade commander, and he might even give us some benefits in return."

Zhao Wenlong's eyes lit up, and he grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Commander, are you going to exchange something with the brigade commander?"

Zhou Tianyang smiled without saying a word and patted him on the shoulder.

"You will personally lead the team first thing tomorrow morning."

"Take a platoon of soldiers and deliver the weapons to the brigade headquarters."

"When I arrived at the brigade headquarters and met the brigade commander, I said, 'I, Zhou Tianyang, congratulate the brigade commander on his fortune.'"

Zhao Wenlong couldn't stop smiling.

"Yes, Commander!"

"I will definitely deliver the message!"

Zhou Tianyang nodded and turned to walk towards the regimental headquarters.

Zhao Wenlong stood on the threshing ground, watching Zhou Tianyang's figure disappear into the twilight.

Then he turned around and muttered to himself in front of the pile of weapons.

"Brigade Commander, you've struck it rich this time."

……

The next morning.

As soon as it was light, the threshing ground in Lijia Yu was already bustling with activity.

Zhao Wenlong, along with a platoon of soldiers, was loading the weapons onto a mule cart.

More than thirty soldiers busied themselves, lifting boxes of guns onto the mule cart and tying them up with ropes.

Zhao Wenlong stood on the edge of the threshing ground, hands on his hips, his eyes sweeping over the mule carts, occasionally shouting a few words.

"Gently, gently, don't fall!"

"Tighten the rope a little more, it won't come loose from the bumpy ride!"

The soldiers worked with great enthusiasm, and everyone had a smile on their face.

The brigade commander will be pleased if these weapons are delivered to the brigade headquarters.

If the brigade commander is in a good mood, he might reward the new Second Regiment with something.

After half an hour.

All ten mule carts were loaded.

Each vehicle was piled high with goods, covered with tarpaulins, and tied tightly with ropes.

Zhao Wenlong walked to the front of the first mule cart.

He checked the rope, then turned around and shouted to the soldiers.

"Line up, everyone!"

More than thirty soldiers responded and lined up in front of the mule cart.

Zhao Wenlong walked to the front of the line, his gaze sweeping across the soldiers' faces.

"Comrades, today we're delivering weapons to the brigade headquarters!"

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

"When we get to the brigade headquarters, everyone better be alert and don't embarrass our new Second Regiment!"

"yes!"

The soldiers answered in unison, their voices ringing out loudly in the morning air.

Zhao Wenlong nodded, turned around, and waved his hand.

"Set off!"

Ten mule carts slowly drove out of Lijia Yu.

We walked along the mountain road towards the brigade headquarters.