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

Zhou Tianyang nodded.

"That's good."

He turned around and looked at the ten trucks.

"Wenlong, take the men to inventory the supplies."

"Not one of them can be left out."

"yes!"

Zhao Wenlong stood at attention, saluted, and then ran towards the soldiers.

"First company, second company, third company, come here!"

"Unload the truck!"

"Move all the supplies down and count them!"

"yes!"

Three hundred soldiers responded to the call and began unloading the truck in a flurry of activity.

The scene was lively and enthusiastic, and the soldiers all had smiles on their faces.

The spoils this time will definitely be more than the last time.

Zhou Tianyang stood still.

Seeing this, I breathed a long sigh of relief.

More than 350 reinforced Japanese companies.

Ten truckloads of supplies.

This battle not only strengthened the Second New Regiment's resources, but also inflicted heavy losses on the Japanese troops in the area.

He turned around and saw Li Yunlong striding towards him.

His face was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Zhou Xiaogui!"

He shouted from afar.

"That battle was fucking exhilarating!"

He slapped Zhou Tianyang on the shoulder.

The force was so great that it could knock an ordinary person off balance.

Zhou Tianyang remained motionless, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Old Li, how are the casualties on your side?"

"Zero casualties!"

Li Yunlong grinned.

"My soldiers are all top-notch; they fought the Japanese so well they cried for their fathers and mothers, and not a single one was injured!"

Zhou Tianyang nodded, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield at the bottom of the ditch.

"Old Li, have your men clean up the battlefield too."

Zhou Tianyang turned around and looked at Li Yunlong.

"The captured supplies will be divided in half, just like before."

"OK!"

Li Yunlong waved his hand and shouted to the soldiers of the New First Regiment who were still waiting for orders.

"Hey, all you guys from the New First Regiment, come clean up the battlefield!"

Two hundred soldiers responded to the call and quickly joined the team unloading vehicles and cleaning up the battlefield.

The bottom of the ditch suddenly became lively.

The soldiers of the New First Regiment and the New Second Regiment mingled together.

Li Yunlong stood aside, watching the soldiers busy at work, feeling incredibly pleased.

He took out his cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, struck a match, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Zhou Xiaogui, what good stuff do you think there might be in this batch of supplies?"

Zhou Tianyang thought for a moment and then slowly spoke.

"Ten truckloads of supplies, at least twice as much as last time."

Li Yunlong's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he even forgot to smoke.

"Damn it, this much stuff is enough for both of our families to use for a while!"

He paused, then added.

"Zhou Xiaogui, do you think we should send some over to the brigade headquarters?"

"The brigade commander's side is also short of supplies. It wouldn't be right for us to hoard them all, would it?"

Zhou Tianyang glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Old Li, when did you become so generous?"

"I've always been very generous!"

Li Yunlong held his neck straight, like a stubborn donkey that refused to bow its head.

"It's just that we didn't have anything to be generous with before, but now that we do, we naturally can't forget the brigade commander."

Zhou Tianyang nodded without saying anything.

Although Li Yunlong is usually carefree, he has a strong sense of justice.

He was never stingy with what he deserved.

"Alright, you wait here, I'm going to lend a hand too."

Li Yunlong stubbed out his cigarette at his feet, rolled up his sleeves, and strode toward the battlefield.

Zhou Tianyang watched his retreating figure and couldn't help but smile.

A dignified Eighth Route Army regimental commander actually personally cleaned up the battlefield.

If the brigade commander saw this, I wonder what he would say.

Li Yunlong walked to the first truck, where a new recruit from the First Regiment was unloading wooden crates.

The new recruit was seventeen or eighteen years old, short and thin, and was sweating profusely as he carried the load.

"Comrade, take a break, let me do it."

Li Yunlong took the wooden box from the recruit's hand, easily carried it down, and placed it by the roadside.

The recruit wiped his sweat, his eyes wide open.

"Commander, why are you carrying it yourself?"

"Nonsense, I'm not moving, are you going to?"

Li Yunlong glared at him, but there was no reproach in his tone.

"Clean up the battlefield isn't just a matter of moving things around."

He squatted down, pointed to the corpse of a Japanese soldier on the ground, and began to teach the new recruit.

"Look at this Japanese soldier, his uniform is a bit dirty and torn, but if we take it back, wash it, mend it, and he can still wear it."

As he spoke, he began to strip the military uniform off the corpse.

He was very skilled; he quickly took off his shirt, folded it neatly, and put it aside.

"And these leather boots, although they belong to the Japanese, are of much better quality than the cloth shoes we make ourselves."

"Take these back for the soldiers to wear; they're better than going barefoot."

The new recruits stared wide-eyed at Li Yunlong's skillful movements.

"Commander, did you do this often before?"

"Nonsense, in those years, we didn't even have enough to eat, and the clothes we wore were salvaged from the battlefield."

Li Yunlong stood up and patted the dirt off his knees.

"Back then, let alone the Japanese soldiers' uniforms."

"Even the strips of cloth from the Japanese soldiers' corpses were picked up by people and used as shoelaces."

He paused, his tone becoming serious.

"Comrade, remember, when cleaning up the battlefield, we can't waste a single thing."

"A bullet, a uniform, a pair of boots, a piece of dry rations—all of these were earned with our lives."

"To waste it is to disrespect our fallen comrades."

"yes!"

"Commander, I've got it!"

The new recruits stood up straight and spoke loudly.

Li Yunlong nodded, then turned and walked towards another corpse.

"Look at the ammunition box on this Japanese soldier's waist; there are at least a hundred bullets inside."

"If you just drag the body away without searching him, you'll waste all these bullets."

He crouched down and skillfully untied the ammunition pouch from the waist of the Japanese soldier's corpse.

I opened it and saw that there were more than a hundred bullets neatly arranged inside.

"More than a hundred rounds, enough to fight a war."

He handed the ammunition box to the recruit, then continued stripping the corpse of its uniform.

"And this kettle, although it belongs to the Japanese, we can still use it if we take it back."

"This lunchbox is made of steel, and it's much sturdier than the porcelain bowls we make ourselves."

The new recruits nodded repeatedly.

I kept every word Li Yunlong said in my heart.

Zhou Tianyang stood aside, watching this scene, the corners of his mouth curving into a wider smile.

Li Yunlong was a master of both warfare and military command.

He swears, he's rude, he's unreasonable.

But when he taught the soldiers, he never held back, imparting all the knowledge he had acquired throughout his life.

"Zhao Wenlong!"

Zhou Tianyang called out.

Zhao Wenlong ran over from a distance and stood at attention.

"Commander!"

"Have you seen Commander Li?"

Zhou Tianyang pointed in Li Yunlong's direction.

"Learn from them, see how they lead troops."

Zhao Wenlong turned his head and saw Li Yunlong squatting on the ground.

While stripping the Japanese soldier's uniform, he explained things to the new recruit.

His lips twitched; he wanted to laugh but dared not.

"Commander, Commander Li, this..."

"What is this?"

Zhou Tianyang glared at him.

"Don't let his easygoing and carefree attitude fool you, he's got a knack for leading troops."

Why do his soldiers obey him?

"Because he can lead them to victory and ensure their survival."

"More importantly, he genuinely taught them skills."

Zhao Wenlong remained silent.

He looked intently in Li Yunlong's direction.

"Commander, I've got it."

"Go get to work now, don't just stand there."

Zhou Tianyang waved his hand.

Zhao Wenlong stood at attention, saluted, and then ran towards the line of people unloading their trucks.

Zhou Tianyang stood there and watched Li Yunlong for a while.

Then he turned around and walked towards a large rock by the ditch.

He sat down on the rock, took the sniper rifle off his back, and placed it beside him.

Then he leaned against the rock and let out a long sigh of relief.

This battle was indeed exhilarating.

Zhou Tianyang silently recited this in his heart.

"System, open my properties panel."

As soon as he finished speaking, a screen of light unfolded in his mind.