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

The two drank a few more glasses.

The dishes on the table were quickly finished.

Li Yunlong let out a burp, leaned back in his chair, and patted his belly.

"That feels good."

"I haven't eaten this much in ages."

Zhou Tianyang glanced at the sky.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and the soldiers' training on the threshing ground should have already begun.

He stood up and said to Li Yunlong:

"Old Li, are you full?"

"After you've eaten, I'll show you how our new Second Regiment is training."

Li Yunlong's eyes lit up, and he suddenly stood up.

"Walk!"

"I'm really looking forward to seeing your new equipment!"

in the afternoon.

The two walked out of the regimental headquarters courtyard one after the other and headed towards the threshing ground.

The threshing ground was bustling with activity.

More than 1,200 soldiers are divided into three battalions and are training in their respective training areas.

Zhao Wenlong stood in front of the battalion, leading his soldiers in shooting practice.

Tian Chengjun stood in front of the Second Battalion and demonstrated the movements to the new recruits.

Sun Shengli stood in front of the Third Battalion, his voice hoarse from shouting, a fierce edge emanating from his throat.

Standing at the edge of the threshing ground, the first thing Li Yunlong saw was the rifles in the hands of the soldiers.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his mouth opened slightly, remaining open for a long time.

It was a rifle he had never seen before.

The gun had a long, sleek barrel with a wooden stock. Instead of a front sight and rear sight, there was a device above the barrel that he had never seen before.

Each soldier held a rifle like this, their movements perfectly synchronized.

"What...what kind of gun is this?"

Li Yunlong's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle."

Zhou Tianyang stood beside him, speaking calmly.

"American-made equipment, semi-automatic firing, eight-round magazine capacity, no need to pull the bolt, one shot is fired with each pull of the trigger, the rate of fire is several times that of bolt-action rifles."

Li Yunlong's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He didn't speak, but the light in his eyes said it all.

That light was like a gourmet seeing a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, or a miser seeing a mountain of gold and silver.

At that moment, a machine gunner from the First Battalion ran past them carrying an MG42 general-purpose machine gun.

Li Yunlong's gaze was immediately drawn to the machine gun.

The machine gun had a thick, long barrel and a sharp, angular design, with two metal boxes hanging beside it.

Li Yunlong didn't recognize this thing.

But based on his experience of fighting for more than a decade, he could tell at a glance that this thing was definitely not to be trifled with.

"And what is that?"

He pointed at the MG42, his voice trembling slightly.

"MG42 general purpose machine gun, made in Germany."

Zhou Tianyang's voice remained calm.

"With a rate of fire of over 1,200 rounds per minute, its firepower is far superior to that of the Type 92 heavy machine gun."

Li Yunlong took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He turned around, looked at Zhou Tianyang, and his expression was extremely complicated.

"Where did you get all this stuff?"

Zhou Tianyang smiled but did not answer.

Li Yunlong stared at him for a few seconds, then shook his head and didn't ask any further questions.

He knew Zhou Tianyang must have his own connections; these days, who doesn't have some connections?

At that moment, a mortar crew from the first company walked past them carrying an M2 60mm mortar.

Li Yunlong's gaze was immediately drawn to the short, stubby cannon barrel.

"And what's that?"

"M2 60mm mortar, American-made."

Zhou Tianyang continued.

"One battalion has five guns, with a range of 1,800 meters and a rate of fire of 30 rounds per minute."

Li Yunlong didn't say anything, he just silently watched the mortar crew walk past him.

He stood there, motionless for a long time.

After a long while, he turned around, looked at Zhou Tianyang, and slowly spoke.

"Zhou Xiaogui, your regiment of over 1,200 men is equipped like this; you could take out a whole Japanese regiment and still take them down."

Zhou Tianyang smiled.

"That depends on who's in charge."

Li Yunlong did not respond.

He looked at the soldiers who were training.

Every soldier held a new rifle, and every machine gun lay on the ground.

Each mortar standing not far away felt like a knife stabbing into his heart.

I'm envious, truly envious.

Li Yunlong turned to look at Zhou Tianyang.

"Zhou brat, I've really seen something new today."

He paused, his tone becoming somewhat serious.

"I'll reserve all the equipment that your new second regiment will be replacing from now on."

"Keep those Type 38 rifles, Type 92 pistols, and Type 92 rifles for me, but don't send them to the brigade headquarters."

Zhou Tianyang looked at him.

"Old Li, you really don't trust the brigade commander that much?"

Li Yunlong spoke with righteous indignation.

"They are trustworthy, but with so many people in the brigade headquarters, the good stuff will be gone in no time if it's divided up."

"I have about four hundred men here, and we're waiting to upgrade our equipment."

He took a step closer, his expression extremely serious.

"Have you forgotten how we fought the Japanese in Broken Soul Gorge?"

"Our two regiments fought side by side and cooperated so well; we must continue to do so in the future."

"Your soldiers are well-equipped, and mine can't be too bad either, or they'll hold you back."

Zhou Tianyang was speechless after hearing his words.

He thought for a moment and nodded.

"Okay, I won't forget."

Li Yunlong grinned and patted Zhou Tianyang on the shoulder.

"I knew you were particular."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Li Yunlong squatted by the threshing ground, watching the soldiers training, his eyes filled with undisguised envy.

He watched for a while, then suddenly sighed.

"Zhou kid, sometimes I really want to just move this place out of here."

"Then you'll have to defeat my 1,200-plus soldiers first."

Li Yunlong laughed and stood up.

"Okay, that's enough for today."

"I'll have to work harder when I get back, otherwise our First Regiment might fall far behind your Second Regiment next time we meet."

After saying that, he walked towards the village entrance.

After taking a few steps, he turned back to look at Zhou Tianyang.

"Don't forget what you promised me, save the good stuff for me first."

"I can't forget it."

Li Yunlong turned around and strode out of Lijia Yu.

The guard jogged after them, and the two figures quickly disappeared around the bend in the mountain road.

Zhou Tianyang watched Li Yunlong's figure gradually disappear into the distance.

Then, with a slight upturn of the corners of his mouth, he muttered to himself:

"Old Li, Old Li, your shamelessness is really reaching new heights."

He turned around and looked at the soldiers training in the threshing ground.

The soldiers' slogans continued, and the training of the new Second Regiment was in full swing.

Looking at those young faces, Zhou Tianyang felt a sense of peace that was hard to describe.

Li Yunlong was right; the future is long, and they will fight many more battles together.

As long as he and Lao Li are still around, as long as the New First Regiment and the New Second Regiment are still around, the Japanese will never have a peaceful day in southeastern Shanxi.

He turned around and walked towards the regimental headquarters.

Training will continue this afternoon, and plans for tomorrow still need to be made.

This era waits for no one!

But he was already prepared.