When Li Yunlong saw these two people, he turned his head and continued to smoke his cigarette.
Kong Jie came over, sat down next to him, and unceremoniously took out the cigarette box from his pocket and took a look, "I have long heard that you, Li Yunlong, have made a fortune. I didn't believe it at first, but now I really don't believe it."
Fake, I even smoked foreign cigarettes."
After saying that, he took out a cigarette and lit it. After taking a sip, he praised: "It's really good. It has a soft taste and is much smoother than my dry cigarette. Political Commissar, would you like to have one too?"
Zhao Gang took a look at the cigarette box and smiled: "It's actually LUCKY cigarettes. They are American products. But I don't smoke, thank you."
"Don't worry, it's just in time. This box of cigarettes belongs to me."
Kong Jie was just about to stuff the cigarette into his pocket, but Li Yunlong snatched it away and stuffed it back into his pocket. His eyes glared: "Kong Jie, you are robbing me. I don't have many cigarettes anymore, and you still rob me! Besides, you
Aren’t we just smoking your dry cigarettes? Why did you also grab my cigarettes?”
"Political Commissar, look at... look at... Old Li is so stingy."
Kong Jie didn't take it seriously either. The two had known each other for many years, and he knew very well what kind of temper Li Yunlong had. This guy must be worried about the independence group.
Zhao Gang consoled him: "Old Li, we know that you are worried about the Independence Regiment during this period, but this worry will not solve the problem. The Independence Regiment has a weak foundation, and it has just lost the battle and its morale is a bit low.
It's understandable, we can think of solutions together, and you don't have to hold it in your heart alone."
"Can I not worry?"
Li Yunlong said impatiently.
"I took a look the day before yesterday. Our regiment now has more than 1,200 people and less than 800 guns. Half of them are old sleeves with long-smoothed rifles. Made in Hanyang, this thing can only be heard at best.
Forget about the sound and accuracy.
There are less than thirty light machine guns, not a single heavy machine gun, let alone mortars. With such strength, let alone fighting the Japanese, it is difficult to protect yourself. No wonder the Japanese special forces attacked and suffered losses that day.
There are nearly a hundred people, but not a single Japanese hair is left. In addition to training reasons, the poor equipment of the troops is also an important reason."
Kong Jie didn't like hearing Li Yunlong's words. He rolled his eyes: "Li Yunlong, you are a well-fed man and don't know how hungry a man is. Our independent group has only been established for less than a year. It has been developed to this point by me and
Lao Yang (the former political commissar of the Independence League who died) is the result of his hard work. Isn’t it interesting for you to be picky and picky as soon as you come here?”
"Old Kong, it's not that I, Old Li, am picky, but time waits for no one." Li Yunlong picked up a few stones from the ground and placed them one by one, "Look...this is Yangcun where we are.
This is the Hutou stronghold, and this is Dagushan, where Chu Yunfei's 358th Regiment is stationed. Our independent regiment is located right between Dagushan and the Hutou stronghold, and it is also a day's journey from the nearest friendly forces.
This means that once a war breaks out, we will be isolated and without any support within a day.
The most terrible thing is that after the last battle, we have been targeted by the Japanese special agents.
Suppose when we are exchanging fire with the enemy, the Japanese special agent team suddenly launches a sneak attack on our back. With the current strength of our independent regiment, we simply cannot sustain it. Do you think I can take it easy?"
Kong Jie and Zhao Gang were silent. Li Yunlong's hypothesis was very reasonable and even very likely to happen. With the current strength of the independent group, it simply could not withstand the turmoil.
"Yes... our independent regiment is now short of guns, ammunition, clothing and bedding, almost everything. It is really difficult." As the political commissar, Zhao Gang is mainly responsible for the ideological, political and life of the army, and the military aspect does not belong to him.
No matter, but you can also imagine how heavy the burden is on Li Yunlong.
Kong Jie suddenly said: "Hey...Old Li, I heard that you are very familiar with the regiment leader named Gao Hongming in Liantai County? Can you please beg him and ask him to support us?"
"That's right." Zhao Gang also remembered, "I heard before I came here that Commander Gao was very generous to you. He gave you cigarettes and cans, and even the head of the headquarters got involved.
Guang, if you ask him for help, he will always show some kind of help, right?"
"That's right." Li Yunlong raised his head proudly, "Don't you know that during the battle at Cangyun Ridge, when Gao Hongming was besieged by the Japs on the hilltop, it was me, Lao Li, who took the brothers from the New Regiment to relieve him?
Wei, he thanked me profusely, patted his chest and said, if you find anything useful in the future, just ask him.
Not only that, he also gave me more than two hundred 38-guns, more than a dozen machine guns, tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition, two mortars and a hundred rounds of artillery shells. I did this for the sake of his sincerity.
I had to accept it reluctantly.
It's a pity that these things are all cheap for Ding Wei, so he can actually eat them ready-made."
Kong Jie just couldn't stand Li Yunlong's nostrils turned up in the air and couldn't help but said: "Old Li, since you have a life-long friendship with Captain Gao, ask him for four to five hundred guns and tens of thousands of bullets."
It shouldn't be a problem, right? Why don't you write a letter now and ask him for something?"
"Ah...this..."
Li Yunlong suddenly got stuck, his face changed a few times, and he laughed dryly, "Well... Lao Kong doesn't know that, didn't Captain Gao go to Kenanpo to hold an exhibition a few days ago? Where should I go?
Looking for someone to go?"
Kong Jie sneered and wanted to say something else. There was a rush of footsteps, and a tall and honest-looking Eighth Route Army soldier ran over. This man was none other than the former member of the 27th Division of the National Army who was rescued by Zhao Gang on the way.
The squad leader, Wei Dayong, nicknamed Monk.
Wei Dayong ran up to the three of them and said, "Political Commissar Zhao, the observation post in front reported that a team was coming towards them."
Kong Jie asked first: "Have you figured out the identity of this team?"
"Not yet, but the observation post said that this team is neither Japanese nor the Jinsui Army.
Their military uniforms are iron gray, and they all wear steel helmets. Not only that, they are also equipped with a large number of trucks, and they also drag a lot of artillery behind them. It seems that they are coming with bad intentions!"
"The military uniform is iron gray and equipped with a large number of truck artillery?" Li Yunlong murmured twice, his eyes lit up, and he looked at each other, and they both shouted at the same time.
"It's Brother Gao!"
"Captain Gao is here!"
Zhao Gang was stunned for a moment, and then a bright smile appeared on his face: "Are you talking about Captain Gao Hongming and Gao?"
"Ha ha……"
Li Yunlong slapped his thigh and smiled from ear to ear: "This really means that Cao Cao has arrived. Just as I was talking about him, Brother Gao came over. Do you think it's a coincidence?"
Seeing Li Yunlong smiling so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, Kong Jie said sourly: "You're a tall brother, I don't know if people recognize you as a brother."