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

Zhao Wenlong walked at the front of the group.

He was carrying a brand-new M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle.

He had just received that gun yesterday; he hadn't even had a chance to use it yet.

He would take a few steps and then turn back to look at the mule carts to make sure nothing was missing.

It took about two and a half hours to walk.

The sun slowly rose from the eastern mountain ridge, shining on the distant mountains.

Zhao Wenlong stopped and stood on a mountain ridge, gazing into the distance.

The brigade headquarters is now faintly visible.

"Speed ​​up!"

Zhao Wenlong turned around and shouted to the team.

"The brigade headquarters is just ahead!"

The team sped up.

We walked for another twenty minutes or so.

The team arrived at the entrance of the village where the brigade headquarters was located.

The sentry at the village entrance saw them from afar, rubbed his eyes, and then rubbed them again.

"Battalion Commander Zhao?"

The sentry approached, his gaze sweeping over the mule carts with a hint of curiosity on his face.

"What are you doing...?"

Zhao Wenlong grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"They've come to deliver a gift to the brigade commander!"

The sentry paused for a moment, then quickly made way.

"Is the brigade commander here?"

"exist."

Zhao Wenlong nodded and turned to shout to the team.

"Wait here, I'm going to see the brigade commander!"

He strode into the village, his steps light and quick.

In the brigade headquarters courtyard.

Brigade Commander Chen was sitting at the stone table, holding a teacup in his hand, reading documents.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were pondering something.

He looked up when he heard footsteps.

He paused for a moment when he saw Zhao Wenlong walk into the courtyard.

"Zhao Wenlong?"

Brigade Commander Chen put down his teacup and leaned back in his chair.

"Why are you here?"

Zhao Wenlong walked to the stone table, stood at attention, saluted, and spoke in a loud voice.

"Brigade Commander, our regimental commander sent me to deliver a gift to you!"

Brigade Commander Chen frowned slightly.

What gift should I give?

Zhao Wenlong grinned, turned around, and pointed towards the village entrance.

"Brigadier, you'll see once you come out and take a look."

Commander Chen stared at him for a few seconds, then stood up and strode towards the village entrance.

Zhao Wenlong followed behind him.

Hearing the commotion, Political Commissar Wang also came out of the house and followed.

Ten mule carts were neatly parked on the dirt road at the entrance of the village.

The canvas on the mule cart had been lifted.

The wooden crates underneath were fully exposed.

Brigade Commander Chen walked to the first mule cart and glanced at the wooden crates.

"What's in here?"

Zhao Wenlong stepped forward and lifted the lid of the wooden box.

Inside, dozens of Type 38 rifles were neatly arranged.

Commander Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

"A Type 38 rifle?"

"right!"

Zhao Wenlong nodded, his tone tinged with pride.

"Brigade Commander, this is the old equipment that our Second Regiment has replaced."

"The commander asked me to bring them all to you."

"1,336 Type 38 rifles, 16 Type 99 light machine guns, 4 Type 92 heavy machine guns, 1 Type 89 light mortar, and 8 grenade launchers."

"Everything has been delivered to you!"

Commander Chen's Adam's apple bobbed.

He walked to the second mule cart and opened the box.

Is it a Type 38 rifle? Or a whole box full of them?

He then walked to the third, fourth, and fifth car...

Each vehicle was loaded with wooden crates.

Brigade Commander Chen turned around, looked at Zhao Wenlong, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Has your unit been equipped with new weapons?"

Zhao Wenlong nodded, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

"Yes, brigade commander."

"Yesterday afternoon, the entire regiment was equipped with new weapons."

"They were all equipped with semi-automatic rifles, as well as new machine guns, submachine guns, and mortars."

"The Type 38 rifles have all been replaced."

Brigade Commander Chen's eyes widened.

"What new weapon?"

Zhao Wenlong thought for a moment and then spoke.

"American-made semi-automatic rifles, German-made general-purpose machine guns, as well as American-made mortars and German-made submachine guns."

"I don't quite remember what her exact name was."

"Anyway, it's a good product, much better than the Type 38 rifle."

Commander Chen took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He walked up to Zhao Wenlong and looked him straight in the eye.

"Zhao Wenlong, tell me the truth."

"Where did your regiment get these new weapons?"

Zhao Wenlong paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"Brigadier, I don't know either."

"The commander told me to guess, but I can't!"

Commander Chen stared at him for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Okay, I understand."

He turned around, looked at the mule carts, and remained silent for a moment.

"I'll accept these things."

His tone was calm, but there was something indescribable in his eyes.

There was surprise, relief, and a touch of emotion.

"Go back and tell Tianyang that I thanked him."

"This batch of weapons has just solved the brigade headquarters' urgent problem."

Zhao Wenlong grinned.

"Brigadier, you're too kind."

"Our commander said that this is all we should do."

"The brigade headquarters gave us three hundred new recruits, so isn't it only right that we return some weapons?"

Brigade Commander Chen looked at Zhao Wenlong, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Zhao Wenlong, you're getting better and better at talking since you've been with Tianyang."

Zhao Wenlong chuckled and scratched his head.

"Brigadier, we've put those weapons down for you. We won't stay any longer."

"The commander is waiting for me to return and report."

Brigade Commander Chen nodded.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Zhao Wenlong stood at attention, saluted, turned around, and strode towards the group.

He walked to the mule cart, turned around, and shouted to the soldiers.

"One row, unload the stuff and hand it over to the comrades at the brigade headquarters!"

"yes!"

The soldiers responded immediately and began unloading the truck in a flurry of activity.

Commander Chen stood at the village entrance, watching the soldiers' busy figures, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He turned around and walked back into the yard.

Political Commissar Wang followed behind him, his expression filled with emotion.

"Old Chen, the weapons Tianyang sent this time are enough to equip a regiment."

Political Commissar Wang sat down next to him, picked up his teacup, and took a sip of water.

"That's definitely enough to equip a whole regiment."

"That kid Tianyang, he's got big spending power."

Brigade Commander Chen nodded.

"Tianyang is a grateful person."

"I gave him three hundred new recruits, and he repaid me with more than a thousand guns, plus a batch of heavy weapons."

"No matter how I calculate it, I'm not at a disadvantage."

Political Commissar Wang smiled.

"Old Chen, you're just being hypocritical after getting a good deal."

Brigade Commander Chen smiled as well.

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Old Wang, tell me, where did that kid Tianyang get all those new weapons?"

Political Commissar Wang thought for a moment and then shook his head.

"have no idea."

"Tianyang is a man who always acts with discretion."

Brigade Commander Chen leaned back in his chair, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.

"Too."

Everyone has their own secrets.

"The important thing is that these weapons can fight the Japanese."

"As for how it came about, there's no need to dig into it."

……

That afternoon.

Zhao Wenlong led his team back to Lijia Yu.

He went straight to the regimental headquarters without even having time to drink a sip of water.

"Commander!"

Zhao Wenlong pushed open the door and walked into the regimental headquarters, his face filled with undisguised excitement.

"The weapons have arrived!"

Zhou Tianyang put down his pencil and looked up at him.

"What did the brigade commander say?"

Zhao Wenlong walked to the table and plopped down in a chair.

He picked up the teacup on the table, took a big gulp of water, and then wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"The brigade commander said, 'Thank you!'"

"They also said that this batch of weapons came at the perfect time to solve the brigade's urgent needs."

Zhou Tianyang nodded and leaned back in his chair.

"it is good."

Zhao Wenlong looked at Zhou Tianyang, hesitating to speak.

"Commander, do you think the brigade commander might give us something else?"

Zhou Tianyang smiled and shook his head.

"The brigade headquarters is even poorer than us, what good stuff could they possibly have to give us?"

"It's good enough if they don't cause us any trouble."

Zhao Wenlong thought about it and agreed, nodding.

"Too."