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

Li Yunlong nodded.

He turned and shouted to the soldiers who were unloading the truck:

"New First Regiment, watch out!"

"Don't drop those mortar crates!"

"If you break it, I'll skin you alive!"

"Attention, members of the new second regiment as well!"

Zhao Wenlong also shouted.

"Keep the mortars and shells separate; don't mix them with other supplies!"

The soldiers responded immediately and moved the load even more carefully.

Li Yunlong stood next to the truck.

Watching the soldiers unload the mortar crates one by one and place them by the roadside.

His eyes were filled with undisguised excitement.

Zhou Tianyang couldn't help but laugh when he saw him like that.

Li Yunlong is usually a very easygoing guy.

But when they see something good, they care more than anyone else.

"Old Li, you stay here and keep an eye on things. I'll go check over there."

Zhou Tianyang turned and walked towards another pile of supplies.

Many of those wooden crates have already been moved down; some are open, and some are not.

Rifles, ammunition, and canned goods were piled up there, as high as a small mountain.

Zhao Wenlong squatted next to the pile of supplies, leading several soldiers in taking inventory.

Seeing Zhou Tianyang approaching, he stood up and wiped his sweat.

"Commander, we've really struck it rich this time."

Tell me about it.

Zhao Wenlong cleared his throat, opened the notebook in his hand, his voice trembling.

"Four mortars, two hundred rounds of ammunition."

"A total of 1,110 Type 38 rifles, both new and old."

"Of these, 800 are brand new and 310 are old ones captured from the Japanese."

Zhou Tianyang nodded, waiting for him to continue reading.

"The bullets, all added up, totaled more than 290,000 rounds."

"A total of forty-six light and heavy machine guns, both old and new."

"Thirty-two Type 92 light machine guns and fourteen Type 92 heavy machine guns."

"Sixteen grenade launchers, equipped with more than two hundred shells."

"Canned goods, three hundred boxes, beef, fish, fruit, all kinds of flavors."

Zhao Wenlong turned the page and continued reading.

"The uniforms, boots, canteens, mess kits, and other items that were taken from the Japanese soldiers were countless and were not carefully counted."

"There were also silver dollars, more than six hundred, all of which were taken from the Japanese soldiers."

After Zhao Wenlong finished reading, he closed the notebook.

Looking at Zhou Tianyang, waiting for him to speak.

Zhou Tianyang didn't speak, he just looked at the pile of supplies.

Four mortars, 200 shells.

One thousand one hundred and ten rifles, both old and new.

290,000 bullets.

Forty-six light and heavy machine guns.

Sixteen grenade launchers.

Three hundred boxes of canned goods.

More than six hundred silver dollars.

He wouldn't have dared to even think about these things a few months ago.

Back then, in the 772nd Regiment, each soldier had less than ten bullets on average, and not a single heavy weapon.

What now?

These things should last a while for a trip.

"Commander."

Zhao Wenlong lowered his voice.

"Shouldn't we be sharing supplies with the New First Regiment?"

Zhou Tianyang nodded, turned around, and walked towards Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong was squatting next to the mortar, holding a cloth and carefully wiping the barrel.

He was so serious, even more so than when he was cleaning his own gun.

"Old Li, stop wiping, it's time to distribute the supplies."

Li Yunlong stood up, stuffed the cloth into his pocket, and clapped his hands.

"Okay, let's split up."

The two walked to the pile of supplies.

Zhao Wenlong and the battalion commander of the New First Regiment also came over.

"Same as always, split it in half."

Zhou Tianyang looked at Li Yunlong.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

"no."

Li Yunlong answered decisively.

"Half for each person, that's fair and reasonable."

"Okay then."

Zhou Tianyang turned around and looked at Zhao Wenlong and the battalion commander of the new regiment.

"You guys take people and divide it up."

"yes!"

The two men stood at attention, saluted, and then ran back to their respective teams.

"Hey, members of the new regiment, come and move some supplies!"

"Divide it in half, don't leave out a single piece!"

"New Second Regiment, hurry up!"

"Rifles, bullets, machine guns, shells—split in half!"

More than 500 soldiers responded to the call and moved into action.

They started distributing the supplies in a flurry of activity.

Despite the large number of people, it was not chaotic at all.

The veterans were already used to this rhythm.

The new recruits followed suit and did a great job.

Zhou Tianyang and Li Yunlong stood aside, watching the soldiers busy at work.

Neither of them spoke, each smoking a cigarette, the smoke swirling around them.

"Zhou Xiaogui".

Li Yunlong suddenly spoke, his voice a few decibels lower than usual.

"Um?"

"Do you think we went too far this time?"

Zhou Tianyang turned his head and looked at him.

Li Yunlong took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, and squinted at the supplies.

"These things, let alone our two newly formed regiments, would be enough for a main force brigade for a while."

Are you afraid that the bigger the tree, the more the wind will blow against it?

Zhou Tianyang asked.

"It's not fear."

Li Yunlong shook his head and stubbed out his cigarette at his feet.

"I feel uneasy."

"After fighting so many wars, I've never seen so many good things."

"When you have it all at once, it feels unreal."

Zhou Tianyang was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"Old Li, we risked our lives to get these things."

"More than 500 soldiers fought for more than half an hour in a hail of bullets, and not a single one was injured."

"This isn't luck, it's skill."

Li Yunlong turned his head and looked at him.

So, hold on tight.

Zhou Tianyang patted him on the shoulder.

"Use it when it's needed, and fight when it's time to fight."

Don't overthink it.

Li Yunlong stared at him for a few seconds, then grinned.

"You're starting to sound more and more like a political commissar."

Zhou Tianyang smiled but didn't reply.

The two stood there for a while longer.

Zhao Wenlong and the battalion commander of the new regiment ran over.

"Commander, the supplies have been distributed!"

Zhao Wenlong stands at attention and reports.

"All the supplies for the new Second Regiment have been inventoried."

"Commander, the supplies for the new regiment have been distributed."

The battalion commander of the new regiment also gave a report.

Li Yunlong nodded, his gaze sweeping over the two piles of supplies.

One pile is on the left, and another pile is on the right; they are about the same size and number.

"Okay, then that's settled."

Li Yunlong turned around and looked at Zhou Tianyang.

"Zhou Xiaogui, it's time to talk about sending supplies to the brigade headquarters."

Zhou Tianyang nodded, and the two walked to the side and squatted down next to a large rock.

Li Yunlong took out a cigarette case from his pocket.

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

"Zhou Xiaogui, how much do you think is appropriate to give the brigade commander?"

Zhou Tianyang didn't rush to answer; his mind was racing.

Everyone knows that life at the brigade headquarters is tough.

The 129th Division established a base area in southeastern Shanxi, relying entirely on itself for supplies.

Forget about ammunition, sometimes we don't even have enough to eat.

The brigade commander didn't say it, but he was definitely anxious.

We won such a great victory and captured so much.

It wouldn't be right not to send some to the brigade headquarters.

But how much to give is something we need to think about carefully.

If the amount sent is too small, the brigade commander may not say anything, but he will feel uncomfortable.

If we send too many, we won't have enough for ourselves.

They still need to expand their forces and fight battles, so they need to have enough supplies.

"Old Li, you go first."

Zhou Tianyang looked at him.

Li Yunlong took a drag of his cigarette, squinted, and thought for a moment.

"Two mortars, one hundred shells."

"We have two regiments, one artillery shell per regiment, with fifty rounds of ammunition."

"What do you think?"

Zhou Tianyang didn't rush to express his opinion; he did some mental calculations.

Of the four mortars, one was kept by each household.

Each family keeps fifty shells.

So, although I didn't keep much for myself, it was just enough.

"Where's the gun?"

Zhou Tianyang asked.

Li Yunlong took another drag of his cigarette and flicked off the ash.

"As for guns, each regiment should collect three hundred."

"Use old guns to make do first, and if that's not enough, use new guns to make up the difference."

"We had quite a few old guns left over from the last job we did."

"With this one included, each group should be able to gather 300 [units/items] without any problem."

Zhou Tianyang nodded.