Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

"Hey!"

"what!"

Li Yunlong brought a group of people from the observation group to watch the independent regiment's daily tactical drills involving broadswords. More than a hundred strong men shouted passionate slogans and swung their broadswords vigorously.

It looks kind of exciting.

However, there was a hint of disdain in the eyes of the national army generals. It was already the era of hot weapons, and it was really not decent to carry out these cold weapon exercises.

Could it be that he really would go into battle with a big knife and kill the enemy?

Chu Yunfei's opinion was not consistent with that of other generals, and he seemed very interested in the practice of the broadsword tactical moves.

"Captain Li, it seems that your broadsword team has learned the sword techniques from our 29th Northwest Army." Chu Yunfei asked while watching the soldiers training.

"It seems that Captain Chu is an expert."

After saying that, Li Yunlong waved to Zhang Dabiao who was directing the soldiers to drill: "Zhang Dabiao!"

"To!"

"come over!"

"This is my battalion commander. He used to be a platoon leader in the 29th Army's Big Sword Team."

Chu Yunfei carefully looked at this 1.8-meter-tall man who was as strong as an iron tower. He had a sturdy and powerful figure and was definitely a brave general who was willing to charge into battle. He felt a little impressed.

"In the battle of Xifengkou, General Tong led the 29th Army's broadsword team to slaughter the Japanese soldiers and horses. It was really exciting and thrilling.

We soldiers should have this kind of bloodiness and backbone.

Such talents can serve under the Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment. Brother Yunlong, you are really able to recruit talents from all over the world."

"Hahaha, our national army can't just collect trash."

Ok?

Yu Ye's mouth twitched. Li Yunlong's words were full of gunpowder, and many Kuomintang officers were a little indignant.

How can we, Old Li, be a person who can suffer a loss? Whenever the game is a draw, I feel that I have suffered a loss and I will definitely seek revenge.

Yu Ye's mouth curled up. It would be difficult for Chu Yunfei to get back at him today.

Chu Yunfei smiled slightly and signaled to the generals of the National Army to stay calm.

"Captain Sun Ming!" Chu Yunfei gave an order to his adjutant.

"To!"

"Captain Li is testing our national army!"

Chu Yunfei's adjutant immediately understood and bowed to Li Yunlong and the others: "Everyone, please forgive me for my embarrassment!"

He walked to the sandbags where the soldiers used to perform daily training, held his breath, put his middle and index fingers of both hands together in a hook shape, and stretched them out as fast as lightning.

The sandbag was as soft as tofu and two big holes were poked into it by Adjutant Sun's two fingers.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers who were watching from the side were stunned at first, and then burst into warm applause. Yu Ye was also a little shocked. It seemed that Adjutant Sun's four iron fingers might be able to pierce the throat directly.

Others may not know, but Yu Ye himself knows it. As he has poor physical strength, he often asks monks for some ways to exercise. He has also punched this sandbag, which is filled with sixty to seventy kilograms of river sand, which most people cannot easily shake.

The generals of the National Army were also extremely excited. They did not expect that Chu Yunfei would actually get the upper hand back, and in their opinion, they had directly embarrassed Li Yunlong.

It's so refreshing.

But is Old Li the kind of person who keeps silent and keeps angry?

How can you bear this?

"Monk! Show us Captain Chu your skills, even if it's just a martial arts competition between our two armies!"

"Yes."

The monk glanced at Adjutant Sun Ming beside Chu Yunfei, and Yu Ye saw that the sparks in their eyes were almost solidified into substance.

This is the culture of the military. No one obeys anyone except orders. If you don't obey, just do it.

The monk walked to an earth wall, gathered his energy into his dantian, and began to accumulate strength.

This wall was built by the villagers when they built a cowshed. It was abandoned after the cowshed was moved. It is 50 centimeters thick. Even if a bull was in heat and rammed into the wall, it would be difficult to stop it.

After the monk gathered his strength, he kicked out with his right leg like lightning and stepped heavily on the earth wall.

There was a click.

The right half of the earth wall, which was fifty centimeters thick and one and a half meters high, was torn apart in an instant, and then shattered into pieces under the monk's force.

"it is good!"

All the soldiers of the independent regiment applauded in unison.

Just in terms of his punches and kicks and strength, he is an unparalleled warrior.

Zhao Gang stopped the soldiers from cheering: "What's good about that? This is destroying the people's property. Then, tell the guard platoon to build a new wall for the villagers, and make sure it's solid."

The monk scratched his head in embarrassment, not knowing whether he had done a good or bad thing.

Yu Ye was laughing so hard that his eyes were twitching. Zhao Gang's move was quite cruel. He not only wanted to kill people but also destroy their hearts.

Zhao Gang clearly told these national army generals that we are completely different from you. We will not take a single needle or thread from the people, nor will we damage the people's property without compensation.

This is the soul of our army.

I don’t know if the other Kuomintang generals understood it, but Chu Yunfei did. He looked at Zhao Gang deeply with a look of surprise in his eyes, and began to pay attention to this political commissar whom he had ignored.

Chu Yunfei turned to Li Yunlong and said, "This subordinate of yours is quite skilled in Shaolin Kung Fu."

"Yes, he was a monk who did rough work in Shaolin Temple. Monk, take off your hat and let the friendly generals see the scars on your head."

Qiu Qingquan and other generals walked up to the monk and looked at the burn marks on his head caused by incense sticks, and they all felt a little emotional.

"You have indeed received the precepts, so why don't you burn incense in the temple and serve the Buddha?"

"The devils are here, and I can't recite the sutras with peace of mind."

"It's a rare opportunity, a rare opportunity. Can you please let me see your gun, young man?" Chu Yunfei patted the monk's shoulder and asked with concern.

The monk first looked at Li Yunlong, and after getting his approval, he took out the pistol from his waist and handed it to Chu Yunfei.

Chu Yunfei took the pistol handed over by the monk and examined it carefully in his hand: "Mauser M1896, this is the most commonly used pistol in our country.

As a pistol, its center of gravity is a bit forward, which is not easy to control, and its muzzle jumps a bit high after firing.

Many foreign armies are not used to it, but unexpectedly it has found a good use in our China. Just turn the muzzle horizontally, and the up and down movement will become left and right movement, which can play the effect of a submachine gun.

If I remember correctly, the Mauser factory stopped producing this gun in 39. In the past years, about one million guns were produced, and more than half of them flowed into China. "

"It's a good gun, but the rifling is a bit old."

After Chu Yunfei looked at it carefully for a few times, he made some comments and then put the gun back into the monk's waist.

Then, Chu Yun took out his pistol as fast as lightning.

Bang, bang.

After two shots, two sparrows flying not far away fell to the ground.

Everyone was shocked.