As soon as Mr. Li Yun arrived at the Independent Regiment, he immediately called the headquarters of the New Regiment.
"Damn it, even if I don't go to Xinyi Tuan, I still have to ask for the things!"
"Where's your group leader? I'm the leader of the Independent Group. Li Yunlong asked Lin Zhong to answer the phone for me!"
New Regiment Communications Department.
"Captain, Commander Li Yunlong asked you to answer the phone."
Lin Zhong: "Li Yunlong? Are you here to settle a score with me?"
After taking the call, Lin Zhong said: "Captain Li, congratulations, congratulations, the officer has been reinstated."
"Lin Zhong, don't you fool me! Where's the equipment you promised to give me? Ten machine guns and thirty boxes of grenades. This is at least enough equipment for a battalion."
"Hurry up and send me to the Independent Regiment Headquarters!"
Sure enough, it was just as Lin Zhong thought, settling the score? There are no doors.
"Ah? Captain Li, what equipment are you talking about for the battalion? I don't know?"
"Don't you fucking fart, how could you not know!" Li Yunlong yelled, why doesn't this kid admit it?
"Hey, hey, what are you talking about? My signal is not good, hey..." Lin Zhong said and hung up.
There is definitely no equipment for a battalion, and it is extremely difficult to provide even a single piece of equipment.
Zhang Dabiao covered his mouth with a smirk on his face, "Captain, you are awesome!"
"You are the first one to trick Captain Li in so many years."
Li Yunlong from the Independent Regiment was about to explode with anger. He picked up his gun and was about to mount his horse to find Lin Zhong.
"Damn it, don't stop me. This kid has become a sperm. I'll kill him if I don't!"
Kong Jie grabbed Li Yunlong who was about to mount his horse, "Old Li, Old Li! Don't be impulsive first, it's not worth it!"
It took a group of people a long time to pull Li Yunlong back.
Three days have passed, and the playground of the new regiment is filled with shouts of training!
kill! kill!
There are more than 800 people in the regiment training on the playground at the moment, and hundreds of others have been sent out to recruit troops.
The ones who train the most on the field are the carefully selected special forces personnel. They have been training even harder since they knew the gap between them and Yamamoto's special forces last time.
Lin Zhong stood on the training ground and continued to guide their training, using all the most modern training programs of the National Defense University.
With these training programs, the combat effectiveness of these warriors can definitely be improved in the shortest possible time.
Counting the days, it's almost done.
"Pillar! Assemble the artillery battery and follow me in an hour!"
"Yes! Captain!"
...
Outside Qingshan Town, Lin Zhong led his artillery battalion, more than a hundred people in total, lying on a slope.
"Captain, you are truly amazing!"
"I didn't expect that there really was a prisoner of war camp hidden here!" Zhang Dabiao touched up and lay down next to Lin Zhong and said.
"How many people are there?" Lin Zhong asked seriously.
"Captain, there is at least one Japanese squadron. What's even more ridiculous is that there are dozens of special agents like the one we met last time hidden inside!"
"Wearing a steel helmet, all holding American submachine guns! You can't go wrong!"
Zhang Dabiao was filled with hatred when he thought of these special forces. Last time, in just three minutes, more than thirty members of the special forces they formed were injured and were still lying on the hospital bed recovering from their injuries.
"Damn it, Zhuzhu, listen to my orders and blow up these idiots!"
"Take a living person to train! Beast!"
The Aoyama Prisoner of War Camp is a place specially designed to provide training for the Yamamoto Special Forces. Prisoners will be continuously sent here for training.
Generally speaking, those who enter here cannot escape the fate of being beaten to death.
Zhuzi: "Captain, brothers, we can't wait any longer. All our artillery shells can be fired at your command!"
Lin Zhong shook his head, "Not yet, it will take a while."
Zhu Zhu was puzzled, "What are you waiting for?"
"Waiting for someone."
If nothing goes wrong, there is still a little Bodhidharma hidden in this. If the cannon is fired now and it is really blown up, there will be no place to cry.
...
Inside a prisoner of war camp.
All the prisoners of war were held in cages inside. Through the gaps, they could see the wall, which was at least four or five meters high, and there were machine gun sentries at the four corners of the wall.
As soon as someone ran out, the four sentry posts would immediately start shooting.
That's not to mention whether there will be guards outside waiting to intercept them.
Under such circumstances, almost no one has the idea of escape, as if they are waiting for the death sentence after entering here.
In the training ground of the prisoner of war camp, dozens of Yamamoto agents are undergoing various killing training, rock climbing, bayonet, shooting...
And the next project is their favorite, killing training!
Agent team leader Katohara: "Release all prisoners of war and use them for agent team training!"
The Japanese officer next to him was quite stupid, "Nani?"
"Captain Kato, there are still more than 200 prisoners of war inside. I'm afraid there will be a riot."
Katohara glared at him, "Baga! We are the elites of the empire brought out by Yamamoto-kun. Are you saying that we are worse than those prisoners?"
"Hurry up and execute the order!"
"Hai!" the Japanese officer quickly stood at attention and replied. He did not dare to disobey the murderous god in front of him.
The day before yesterday, he watched Kato break the necks of seven people with his bare hands, and that only lasted less than three minutes...
All the prisoners of war were gradually brought to the playground, wearing various military uniforms.
More and more prisoners of war appeared on the playground.
One, two, three...two hundred and eight...
Until the last person appeared, everyone on the playground focused their attention on him.
Wei Dayong, with a height of 1.85 meters, a burly figure, muscles and a bald head, makes him appear to be both loyal, honest and ruthless!
"Monk, what do these little devils want? None of the brothers who went out came back, so I'm afraid they were all killed by these little devils." The person who spoke was his comrade in the Central Army, Niu Qi, a tall and tall man. Short hair is also a good choice.
"I don't know either, but I can tell that these little devils are not good."
"Look at the way they hold their guns and the evil aura they carry. These little devils are definitely masters."
"No one here except us can cure them."
The monk said solemnly.
Niu Qi: "Monk, with your skills, you can kill several of them with your bare hands."
The monk paused and said seriously: "I guess there are only three or four of them. It won't be a problem to deal with seven or eight of them with a knife."
After hearing this, Niu Qi took a breath instantly with a bitter look on his face. How could a fierce man like the monk only be able to deal with three or four?
Monk: Let me see whoever is dissatisfied, come and practice!
