The Zhangling Village Guerrillas were Yang Xiong's first visit.

Because I was sure that the Japanese and puppet troops would come to Zhangling Village to sweep the country, dozens of guerrillas were mobilizing the villagers to move door to door, and strengthen the walls and clear the fields.

But Yang Xiong soon met the captain of the guerrilla team in Zhangling Village, a young man whose arm was blown off on the battlefield.

"Battleman Yang, you're sure what you said just now is true. As long as our guerrillas cooperate with you in the battle, we will give us five rifles and three hundred bullets after the battle!" The guerrillas asked with a hot face as if they were staring at Angelababy.

You should know that although there are more than 40 guerrillas in the entire Zhangling Village, there are only five rifles that can be used. The remaining are either old sleeves whose rifles have been flattened or singles. Half of the team members are even equipped with muskets and big swords and spears, and the equipment is very poor.

In this case,

"A gentleman's words are as good as a horse. In order to show our sincerity, our arsenal will first add some ammunition before the battle begins! Captain Zhang, let me first talk about your equipment!"

"Yes, Captain Yang!" The smile on the guerrilla captain's face became stronger, and he answered very happily.

"The guerrillas have three 38 major covers, all of which are rewarded by superiors. There are four old sleeves, and there are only five singles eliminated by the main force. There are only one eleven guns that can be taken. All the rest are muskets and big swords and spears."

"As for bullets, I'm not afraid of you, Battalion Commander Yang. There are five bullets in the 38th Great Cover, and each other gun has three bullets. Usually, you will never use them unless you have to!"

After listening to the report of the guerrilla captain, Yang Xiong's first reaction was that the guerrillas were too poor. No wonder they were powerless in the face of the small Japanese troops' sweeps, so they could only strengthen the walls and clear the fields. It was not that they were afraid of death, there was no qualified commander, but that their equipment was too poor. In front of the Japanese, they had no ability to fight back except for passive beatings.

After taking a deep breath, he decided decisively: "Captain Zhang, we don't have old sleeves and single-on-one bullets. I can add 60 bullets to you, and give you five mines made of black gunpowder and ceramics. But I also have requirements that all the guerrillas will gather at the city gate tomorrow night. At that time, I personally direct you to fight. I must obey orders and obey orders!"

"Yes, Battalion Commander Yang!" The guerrilla captain was very happy to answer.

In a village less than ten miles from Zhangling Village, an infantry company in the Third Military Sub-district is stationed here.

Faced with the upcoming sweep of the Japanese and puppet troops in the Blindouling Coal Mine, more than 120 soldiers in the entire company were ready to prepare for the upcoming battle.

"Company Commander, the soldiers are ready, but they are not equipped and ammunition. It is definitely unrealistic to fight with the Japanese and puppet troops. I suggest using guerrilla warfare to consume the Japanese and puppet troops to sweep them. Anyway, the surrounding villages have begun to strengthen the walls and clear the fields, so the Japanese and puppet troops will not suffer much loss when they come here!"

"Bang!" The company commander Zhang Hao's clenched fist hit the already worn table in front of him with anger.

Then he cursed with a frustration: "Get out, seventy or eighty Japanese and puppet troops dare to rush around our defense zone. It's so frustrating!"

"I inform the troops that the same rules will be used to fight. This time, the entire company will kill at least ten Japanese and puppet troops!"

The instructor quickly comforted him: "Old Zhang, don't be angry. No one can blame this situation. If you want to blame, we blame our equipment and too little ammunition! The entire Czech Republic made with no bipods, and there are still fewer bullets. The 38-large covers that I took out were medium and formal, and the old sleeves were all in total, and there were only about eighty bullets, and there were pitiful fewer bullets. Each gun could have an average of ten bullets. But because we have always fought guerrilla wars with the Japanese and have never fought an annihilation war, one bullet was less than one, and now there are even fewer bullets, and the average is less than three!"
Chapter completed!