Bright Sword: Technology is the primary productive force in war

The defeat was like a landslide. The Japanese soldiers fled back in a large group, and the soldiers of the independent regiment were chasing them from behind.

After several hours of fighting, the weather improved and the raindrops became sparse.

Chen Yan was not in a hurry. He held a Japanese sword in his hand, dragged it on the ground, and walked forward while looking at the situation on the battlefield.

Suddenly, the two figures at the front of the team made his jaw drop, and then they frowned.

"Isn't that a puppy? How come his physical strength is so strong now?"

At this time, Gouwazi was enjoying killing. After killing a Japanese soldier, he would roar loudly, as if venting his anger and as if intimidating the enemy.

His fate was tragic. His parents died tragically at the hands of the Japanese. He was then abducted to Heiyun Village and became a bandit. He saw his sister die from rape and humiliation.

Being 16 years old is still a child. This is the greatest sorrow of this era.

However, seeing him like this now made Chen Yan's back tingle.

This kid is too cruel. Every stab he made hit the throat and heart, the places that would be most painful for death.

Chen Yan took a breath of cold air at this moment.

Because Gouwazi reminded Chen Yan of a famous general in Chinese history: the God of Killing Bai Qi!

His murderous intent was so strong that the hatred in his eyes had merged with his blood.

He is usually silly and cute, but now he is also cruel and bloodthirsty. Chen Yan's face is full of heartache.

There was a fierce man in front of Gouwazi, and the saber in his hand was flying up and down, dancing with great vigor.

Chen Yan was not very familiar with this person, and he was a bit far away, so he couldn't see clearly.

Li Yunlong said with a proud look on his face:

"Hehe, the puppy you brought is not bad, and my old subordinates, Lao Li, are not bad either."

Chen Yan suddenly realized, "Oh my god, isn't this Sun Desheng who was seconded here with Zhuzi?

Cavalry is cavalry, without horses, cavalry on foot is still cavalry after all."

Chen Yan and Li Yunlong were chatting and laughing. As the battle reached this point, neither of them had any anxiety from earlier. Looking at the weapons and ammunition left all over the ground by the Japanese army, they smiled at each other. They had made a profit. This time they had made a fortune.

Zhao Gang, who had fought vigorously before, was now exhausted and out of breath, and could not run at all.

Chen Yan and Li Yunlong came closer.

"Old Zhao, you really opened my eyes today. You are simply the God of Literature. You are getting better and better at using a gun."

"Old Li, stop bullying me. I will practice weighted cross-country more in the future. My physical fitness may not be worse than yours."

"Oh my, why do I find it more pleasing to the ears when the political commissar curses his mother?

I'm really not trying to bully you. Before, I thought you were a burden because you couldn't lift anything with your shoulders or hands. But after these two battles, I really admire you."

"real?".

"Of course, it's necessary for me, Old Li, to flatter you."

"Okay, Lao Li, if you have this attitude, I will treat you two to a drink after this battle, and we can strengthen our relationship."

"Okay, but you, Old Zhao, still need to practice your drinking capacity, and don't let me, Old Li, fool you like last time."

"Hahaha..."

The three leaders of the independent regiment walked side by side, looking up to the sky and laughing. This victory was hard-won, and the comradeship of the three became even deeper after this battle.

Soon the vanguard of the independent regiment arrived near the Japanese warehouse.

At this time, Gouwazi and Sun Desheng, who were at the front, were hacking at the Japanese soldiers.

"Little brother, I have cut 21 of them, and you are not as good as me. You should learn from me."

After saying that, Sun Desheng knocked down another Japanese soldier.

Gouwazi has been with Chen Yan for so many years, how could he lose in a verbal battle?

"Brother, you are a temporary worker on secondment, why are you yelling at me? These two Japanese devils are a gift to you."

After saying that, Gouwazi stabbed two more people to death.

"Hahaha, you're not very big, but you have a very mean mouth."

The two men now each occupy a track and keep shouting and killing, just like the killing competition among Japanese soldiers during the Nanjing Massacre.

When the three giants saw this, they immediately said it was not good.

"Fuck, these two idiots ran the farthest. If we keep fighting, they will run into the enemy's lair. They will suffer a loss then!

Monk, you need to be quick and grab them quickly, there are probably hundreds of Japanese soldiers inside."

After receiving Chen Yan's order, the monk's feet seemed to be on fire wheels, and the red tasseled spear in his hand was not idle. He ran and stabbed to death several Japanese soldiers who were still fighting.

Up to now, the battle has lasted for 6 hours. According to the order from the headquarters, the independent regiment should retreat.

More than half of the Japanese troops had been killed in the previous battles, and together with the original warehouse defenders, the enemy had less than 1000 men at most, while the independent regiment still had about 1600 men in combat.

After the Japanese fled back to the warehouse, they were so frightened that they dared not show their heads again.

At this time, the independent regiment has surrounded the warehouse, and the three giants are re-formulating the battle plan for the final stage.

"Captain, although the enemy was defeated, the entire warehouse is tightly guarded, the firepower points are densely deployed, and there is 300 meters of open area. The losses from a strong attack will definitely be heavy. Since we have successfully completed the mission, why not retreat?"

Zhao Gang's procrastinating character came out again. Chen Yan didn't say anything, but Li Yunlong stared at him.

"Old Zhao, I praised you a little, but I don't even know your last name. The battle has reached this point, and you're retreating? That's bullshit."

"Old Li is right. We must not retreat. There are mountains of gold and silver here. They all belong to me, Chen Yan."

"Captain, now everyone knows that there are a lot of supplies here. Don't the Japanese take it seriously? There will definitely be reinforcements. The longer the time drags on, the more dangerous we will be. Don't you understand this principle?"

"That's right, so we have to resolve the battle as quickly as possible, and we must wipe out all the enemies."

Chen Yan had made up his mind, his eyes were shining, no matter how much others tried to persuade him, it was meaningless.

“It looks like we’ll have to win this battle by stealing the home ground.

The Japanese are now frightened by our beating. They have just managed to save their lives, so they are definitely not yet firmly established.

We took this opportunity to organize a commando team of experts to infiltrate their territory and set fire to their backyard, making them uneasy while our troops launched a frontal attack.

The dagger has been inserted into the enemy's heart, how can they fight? We will try to resolve the battle within an hour."

When Chen Yan put forward the plan, Zhao Gang looked at him in disbelief, "Will this work?"

“Ordinary commandos definitely won’t work, I need to find some abnormal people to participate.

The talents selected for this team must have special talents.

Mainly centered around bringing trouble to others, being a trouble maker, doing things in a dirty way, being a filthy person, and being disgusting...”

As Zhao Gang listened to Chen Yan's selection criteria, his face became increasingly darker.

You are scolding your own family.

Li Yunlong bared his teeth, patted Chen Yan on the shoulder, and laughed:

"Brother, this commando captain position belongs to none other than you!"

"I also gave this commando a domineering name: Living Beast Commando!".