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

Chapter 316: Cotton Yarn Robbed

Seeing that Xie Baoqing was somewhat interested, Shanmaozi decided to increase the firepower and continue to add fuel to the fire.

"Brother, even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the brothers in our village. Look, it's going to snow soon, and the brothers are still shivering in thin clothes. You can't bear it, right?"

Hearing Shanmaozi say this, Xie Baoqing turned his head and looked at his brothers who were lying in ambush on the hillside. Many of them were trembling and looking at him with very eager eyes. He felt a little bit reluctant.

“Done…done!”

Xie Baoqing finally made up his mind.

"Try...try not to kill anyone. We're still targeting supplies..."

After deciding to take action, out of fear of the independent regiment's current military strength, Xie Baoqing decided to take a gentle approach to "rob".

"it is good."

Although Shanmaozi was somewhat disdainful of Xie Baoqing's behavior and felt that his elder brother was still too indecisive, he did not refute him out of respect for Xie Baoqing.

"According to our previous method, you arrange a carriage with a broken axle to block the road of the independent regiment's trucks, and we will seize their weapons."

The Shanmaozi immediately began to make specific arrangements and carried out various tasks according to their usual routine.

The independent regiment's transport team was driving a truck on a rugged mountain road. Since the battle in Ping'an County had wiped out the Japanese invaders within a radius of more than 100 kilometers, the comrades in the transport team were very relaxed, and many of them even began to hum little tunes.

"I heard that the company commander and his men are always around the three tanks of the Japanese. It's really enviable. When can we drive a tank too?"

A soldier from the transport team said to his comrade sitting in the passenger seat.

“Those two mechanics from the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army are pretty amazing. The tank was so broken, yet they were able to fix it?

I guess once we practice our driving skills a little more, we will be able to drive tanks too."

"You know what, it's true. They managed to fix the scrap tank with hammer after hammer. But if you ask me, it's our Minister Yu who is really good. If it weren't for Minister Yu, how could they have fixed it so well?

Aren’t they here to learn skills from our independent regiment? "

"You know what, it's true. However, I don't think the Japanese tanks are that fun to drive. According to the Type 59 modified tank that the minister taught us in the evening class two days ago, it must be very exciting to drive.

I just don't know why this good tank is called Type 59 modified?"

"Don't ask about the affairs of scholars. Just let us do our job. Minister Yu won't cheat us."

"You are right..."

A sharp brake sound suddenly rang out.

The soldier of the independent regiment stomped on the brakes at a sharp bend, and the car narrowly avoided tilting and falling into the valley.

"Old...old man, what's wrong with you?"

The soldier originally wanted to curse, but when he saw an old man blocking the road in front of him, he swallowed the dirty word back.

"Hey, Boss, the axle of my cart just broke. Can you help me push it a few miles back home?"

"Well... all right. You guys, come down immediately and help this old man push his ox cart back. And you have to be quick!"

The soldier in the front car shouted at the soldiers in the passenger seats of the cars behind.

"Yes, platoon leader."

Seven or eight soldiers ran down and all piled on the old man's ox cart with a broken axle, ready to push the cart together.

It's too late, but it's soon.

Just when everyone was working together to move the trucks, seventy or eighty people came running out from the nearby forest and the straw piles on the ox carts, and surrounded the dozen or so trucks.

Even every soldier of the independent regiment had a gun on his head, and some soldiers had more than one gun on their foreheads.

"you!"

The platoon leader of the independent regiment's transport team instantly became furious, his eyes immediately turned red. If he had not taken the safety of these twenty or thirty comrades into consideration, he would have slapped the old man to the ground.

Damn it, you are setting an ambush for me? I am being treated as a donkey's liver and lungs.

Bang, bang!

Two gunshots were heard, and Xie Baoqing came out of the woods on the side of the road with Shanmaozi and several leaders, firing two more gunshots at the same time to stop the Eighth Route Army soldiers from making any moves.

"Brothers of the Eighth Route Army, I am Xie Baoqing from the Black Cloud Village. Winter is coming and the brothers in the village are short of clothes, so I am asking you to lend me some cotton yarn. I will return it to you in the spring next year."

Xie Baoqing appeared in front of everyone at a leisurely pace.

"You damned bandit, dare you touch the cotton yarn of my independent regiment? If you dare to lose an inch, you will be blown to the ground!"

The platoon leader, with the muzzle of the gun on his forehead, turned around and glared at Xie Baoqing and said.

Snapped!

The old man who blocked the road at the beginning slapped the platoon leader in the face, and his face swelled up quickly, visibly.

"tui!"

The platoon leader spat out a mouthful of blood, with a tooth still attached.

It was obvious that the slap was very powerful.

How could the platoon leader possibly hold back such anger? All the soldiers of the independent regiment have a sense of pride in their hearts after so many great victories. I haven't even been afraid of the Japanese, so why should I be afraid of you bandit bastards?

Snapped!

The platoon leader slapped the old guy in the face, causing him to fall over and almost die.

Snapped!

Shanmaozi shot the platoon leader in the shoulder, and the huge force caused the platoon leader to fall to the ground.

Everyone saw it clearly. If the platoon leader had not taken half a step forward to shoot the old man, the bullet would have hit the platoon leader directly in the back.

"Platoon leader!"

"Platoon leader!"

.......

All the soldiers of the independent regiment were excited and were ready to rush forward to fight to the death with these bandits.

“Stop…stop!”

Xie Baoqing instantly became angry and grabbed Shanmaozi's hand, not allowing him to make any other moves.

"Take...take away their guns!"

"Brothers of the Eighth Route Army, I don't want to hurt your lives. Please bear with it for a while. We will let you go as soon as we finish moving the cotton yarn."

Xie Baoqing personally walked up to the platoon leader, took a look at his injuries, and arranged for someone to bandage him.

The platoon leader did not appreciate Xie Baoqing's kindness. He took a deep look at the mountain cat who had just taken action, as if he wanted to engrave this guy in his mind.

Shanmaozi met the platoon leader's eyes and shuddered for no reason.