Bright Sword: Technology is the primary productive force in war

Watch Chen Yan kill the Japanese special forces cleanly and neatly.

Zhang Dabiao's heart was surging at this moment, and there was a strange look in his eyes.

Chen Yan smiled and patted Zhang Dabiao on the shoulder and said, "Brother, don't fall in love with me. I'm just a legend."

"If you want to stay in Heiyun Village, you can talk to me anytime."

Zhang Dabiao was about to speak when he suddenly thought of something and a look of reluctance appeared in his eyes.

No, I am Captain Li's man, it's not fair to do this.

At this time, Li San pointed at the devils on the ground and said:

"Brother, what should we do with these rotten things?"

Chen Yan thought about it for a while, made up his mind, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Strip them all naked and put them in sacks."

Then Chen Yan came to the bedside and was shocked when he saw the girl's appearance.

The girl was dressed like a student, about 16 or 17 years old. She wore a silver-red shirt with light white thread trimmings, and snow-blue Ruyi bound-foot pants. Because she was frightened, her big watery eyes quietly looked at Chen Yan, and the hair on her temples fell down along her oval face.

Wow! This is the beauty of the Republic of China period.

So beautiful!

Chen Yan was just about to ask the girl if they could be friends, but Li San, who was standing next to him, looked at Chen Yan and pushed him forward with ill intention.

Just as Chen Yan was close to the girl's face, a fresh fragrance came to her nose.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Yan's face turned red and he quickly apologized to the girl.

"Miss, I'm sorry, I'm offended."

"We have to go out and do some things. We'll leave these devils in your yard for now and come back to take them away in an hour."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here and no one can hurt you."

"By the way, my name is Chen Yan, nice to meet you."

After saying that, Chen Yan and his men quickly left.

The girl looked at Chen Yan's back and fell into deep thought.

After changing into the Japanese soldiers' clothes, they quickly came to the back wall of the prisoner-of-war camp.

Seeing Chen Yan and his companions trying to climb over the wall to get in, Zhang Dabiao quickly stopped them.

"Captain, what are we going to do?"

At this time, Zhang Dabiao's way of addressing Chen Yan changed.

Li San said impatiently:

"What are you doing? Just do whatever my brother wants you to do. Why are you asking so many questions? Just do whatever you are told to do."

Zhang Dabiao felt a little uncomfortable when he saw that Li San was deliberately targeting him.

At this time, Chen Yan made up his mind and decided to make a big fuss in Qingshan Town tonight.

Tonight I delivered the prisoners of Yamamoto's special forces to the headquarters, which can be considered a contribution.

Now there is a high probability that Kong Jie of the Independent Regiment has been dismissed. The Eighth Route Army is short of military talents, and I will have a chance to compete for it then.

I will turn Qingshan Town upside down and let the leaders see my ability, Chen Yan, who is not only wise but also brave.

Once the leaders are happy, the position of the group leader will be secure.

At this time, Chen Yan came back to his senses, looked at the two people who were arguing with each other, smiled and stopped them, saying:

"Da Biao, we don't plan to do anything, we just want to take a walk inside."

"Captain, what did you say? Are you going to go and take a look at the Japanese lair?"

Chen Yan's domineering answer:

"What good does it matter if the Japs have more weapons? This is Chinese land. Wherever I want to go, can the Japs stop me?"

Then he said gently:

"Da Biao, it's okay, you don't have to worry. I'm just going in to annoy the Japanese and we'll leave after I'm done."

"Captain, you are now also a member of the Eighth Route Army. Your organization and discipline must be..."

Before Zhang Dabiao could finish his words, Chen Yan and several others jumped in one by one. Zhang Dabiao had no choice but to bite the bullet and jump in as well.

Chen Yan observed carefully and found that there were only about 30 or so Japanese soldiers in the prisoner-of-war camp. Most of the troops were concentrated around the cells, and there was no one guarding the office.

Chen Yan muttered quietly at this time:

"It seems that the Japanese devils in northwestern Shanxi have lived in peace for too long, and they are too lazy to even staff the sentries."

"I guess no one has educated you for a long time. If I don't make a big fuss, you won't learn your lesson."

As they spoke, several people moved towards the only lighted room in the office.

Chen Yan leaned over the window and peeked inside, only to see two Japanese soldiers sending telegrams. It turned out that this was the Japanese telecommunications room.

Then he and Gouwazi pushed open the door and walked in confidently, while the others stood outside to watch.

The Japanese soldier looked up and saw that it was a Japanese military uniform, but he didn't think much about it and continued to work with his head down.

This made Chen Yan very surprised.

Oh fuck, he really doesn’t take me seriously and doesn’t even look at me.

It just so happens that I’m worried about being exposed.

Chen Yan and Gouwazi quickly dealt with the two Japanese soldiers, and he wandered around the house for a long time.

I have to leave some mark for the Japs, otherwise my trip would be in vain.

Suddenly, he looked at the two Japanese corpses on the ground and smiled contemptuously.

You Japanese have committed many sins, so don't blame me for being too cruel. If you have any grievances, go and cry to your Japanese Emperor.

Then, Chen Yan slit the throat of the Japanese with a dagger and wrote on the wall with blood: Yamamoto Ikki, you big idiot, written by Chen Yan of the 386th Squadron of the st Column of the th Brigade.

After finishing the job, Chen Yan was about to leave when he seemed to think of something.

He came to the devil's radio and tinkered with it alone.

Then Chen Yan and his companions left.

After climbing over the wall, Chen Yan looked back in the direction of the cell, muttering to himself.

"Monk, it's not that I don't want to save you, but my strength doesn't allow it this time. We will meet in two days."

A few people returned to the house, carried the Japanese soldiers and walked out of the town.

Before leaving, they dumped four cold, naked bodies at the entrance of the town.

The crowd carried the Japanese soldier who was shot by Chen Yan's anesthetic gun and disappeared into the night.

At the same time, the signalman of the 386th Brigade urgently knocked on the brigade commander's door.

The brigade commander had just rested for a while. He yawned and opened the door.

The signalman showed the brigade commander the telegram he had just received.

It clearly reads: "Commander, I am your most loyal subordinate. Please come to the headquarters tomorrow morning. I have important matters to report to you." Signed: "Old Li who loves to use a sewing machine."

After reading it, the brigade commander was actually amused.

Old Li who loves to operate the sewing machine, who is this, playing such a joke so late at night?

At this time, the communicator added: "Brigade Commander, this telegram is sent in clear text."

After hearing this, the brigade commander felt that this matter was unusual and his brain was spinning rapidly.

Then he roared in anger:

"Damn, it must be that bastard Chen Yan. I knew he would not be a quiet person."

On the other hand, Li Yunlong, the newly appointed director of the clothing factory, couldn't sleep at night.

He was smoking and pacing back and forth in the yard.

Alas! The New 1st Regiment got a good deal from Ding Wei, and there is no way back.

I have to think of a solution for myself. Today I seemed to hear Lao Fang say that the unlucky Kong Jie was also fired.

The father is dead and the mother is married, and the individual takes care of himself.

Kong Erlangzi, don't blame me for being concerned about the vacancy in the independent regiment.