Hear Li Yunlong's offer.
Chen Feng then sat back on the kang: "Deal."
Li Yunlong looked slightly happy when he heard this.
Li Yunlong asked: "The reward is 100 Czech-style machine guns and 300,000 rounds of machine gun ammunition. What about the deposit?"
Chen Feng said: "Didn't you already pay the deposit? A cavalry company's cavalry sword and rifle."
"Look at my memory. I forgot about the cavalry sword and rifle in the blink of an eye." Li Yunlong said, "Okay, then this business is settled."
Although Li Yunlong really wanted to ask for the cavalry swords and rifles of two more cavalry companies to equip the cavalry companies of his two old comrades, he was too embarrassed to ask at this time.
He has another thing to trouble Chen Feng.
When the cooking team brought the hard dishes, Li Yunlong took the initiative to pour a bowl of sweet potatoes for Chen Feng.
In the entire Xinyi Tuan, only others can pour wine for Li Yunlong, but Chen Feng is his God of Wealth, so of course Li Yunlong must serve him well.
Li Yunlong took a sip of sweet potato roast, picked up a piece of sauced horse meat and threw it into his mouth, his cheeks bulging high.
Li Yunlong chewed heavily and said, "Brother, there is one more thing I have to trouble you with."
Compared with Li Yunlong who drank heavily and ate meat, Chen Feng seemed more gentle.
Chen Feng said: "But it doesn't matter."
Li Yunlong said: "That's it. I'm going to form a special force. I have this combat uniform. Brother, can you help me get it?"
Chen Feng had just taken a sip of wine. When he heard these words, the wine in his mouth almost spit out.
"What did you say?"
"You want to form a special forces unit?"
Li Yunlong didn't notice the strange look on Chen Feng's face and nodded: "Yes, I have already issued the mission order to select special forces. We currently have weapons and equipment, but we still lack a cool combat uniform. Look, brother. Can you help me, brother? Of course, it doesn’t matter if you have these combat uniforms, but I think the Japs’ special forces are different from the ordinary Japs, so I think we have to distinguish them, right?”
Chen Feng guessed that he had boasted too much about the special forces, which gave Li Yunlong the idea of forming a special forces.
In the original work, Li Yunlong indeed successfully formed China's first special forces unit, called Liangshan Special Forces, with Duan Peng as the captain.
But at that time, Li Yunlong was already the army commander, in charge of tens of thousands of elite members of the People's Liberation Army.
But now Li Yunlong is just a regiment leader, with more than a thousand people under his command.
But now is the period of the Anti-Japanese War, and they are all fighting on the battlefield with the National Army and the Japanese Army. Which unit of the Eighth Route Army does not have a few outstanding people and a few military kings?
Even among those Red Army soldiers who survived the Long March, some of them were no worse than ordinary special forces in terms of physical fitness and fighting will.
If Li Yunlong could really gather these kings of soldiers and form a special force, their combat effectiveness would definitely not be bad.
Chen Feng said: "Combat uniforms are a trivial matter. How to train special forces is more troublesome for you, brother. As far as I know, general special forces training requires an instructor with rich experience in special operations. If there is no systematic training, brother At most we can bring out a commando team."
"As for the ammunition, weapons and equipment, intelligence, and communication tools consumed by training, I can help solve it."
In fact, when Li Yunlong raised the issue, the system immediately provided a solution. The system treated Li Yunlong even better than he, the host.
Li Yunlong: "Thank you very much, brother."
Li Yunlong was half happy and half worried when he heard this. He was happy that Chen Feng agreed to help him solve the logistics of the special forces, but he was worried that as Chen Feng said, training is a problem.
Li Yunlong: "Ignore it for now, there will be a road to the mountain. Come on, brothers, let's have a drink."
The two of them exchanged cups and cups.
…
After the Yamamoto special agent team was defeated by the new group in Yangcun.
According to the original plan, after the special agent team succeeded in the sneak attack on Daxia Bay, they withdrew from the base area and used prisoners of war for unarmed killing training.
Yoshio Shinozuka was very fond of the Yamamoto special agent team and ordered the prisoners of war to be prepared early for the special agent team to train.
Yamamoto Kazuki has taken the wounded to Taiyuan to report to Yoshio Shinozuka, and the combat groups that were lucky enough to survive entered the prisoner of war camps for rest and training.
In the afternoon, there was a prisoner of war camp about five kilometers east of Shouxian County.
After a day's rest, the second combat team of Yamamoto's special agent team is ready to start their unarmed killing training.
The original 10-person second combat team only had 8 people left. Among the other 2 people, one was broken into pieces and the other was seriously injured.
At this time, the second combat team has completed warm-up training such as rock climbing, unarmed combat, and shooting. The next step is the highlight, using prisoners of war to conduct unarmed killing training.
The person in charge of this training mission is Ichiro Watanabe, leader of the second combat team.
At this time, Ichiro Watanabe and his team members all had a murderous intent in their expressions. The death of their comrades the night before made them hate the Chinese soldiers.
"Haaagu!"
"Haaagu!"
In the field of vision, a group of emaciated and listless prisoners of war appeared. They were driven out of the prison by the Japanese soldiers with rifles.
Surrounded by Japanese soldiers holding swords and guns, these prisoners of war did not dare to move at all.
Wei Dayong was in the middle of this group of prisoners of war, with his head raised high and an unruly look on his face, which was clearly different from the other prisoners of war around him.
Although his face was also sallow, Wei Dayong looked energetic, especially the energy between his brows that was unique to martial arts practitioners.
In the end, Wei Dayong, together with his captured brothers, were pressed by the Japanese to the center of the venue where the special agent team had just trained.
But the moment Wei Dayong stepped into the venue, his body subconsciously stopped.
His eyes inadvertently glanced around, looking a little carefully, with a trace of contemplation on his face, and then he stared in another direction, and his steps couldn't help but slow down.
Thoughtful.
Suddenly, he glanced sideways at the exit, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.
It was the most heavily guarded place. There were at least a dozen Japanese soldiers standing there with rifles in hand and their bodies standing straight.
"China prisoners of war!"
Ichiro Watanabe, wearing a battle helmet and fully armed, spoke, and a traitor translator translated simultaneously.
"Now the Imperial Army gives you a chance to survive!"
"You can work in groups of three, armed with daggers, and attack an unarmed Japanese soldier at the same time!"
"If you kill him, he can be released immediately."
"It depends on whether you Chinese soldiers have the courage!"
"Does anyone dare to stand up!"
Ichiro Watanabe had an arrogant and stern look on his face. He stared at the prisoners of war and spoke loudly. After hearing the provocative words of the little devil, Wei Dayong tilted his head and looked at Ichiro Watanabe, and his expression instantly became cold and stern.
