Sure enough, Xu Dalong caught up with the carriage not long after. He drove his truck, passed the carriage, and stopped on the side of the road.
Xu Dalong got out of the car and waited for the carriage to come. He stretched out his hand to stop them.
The Japanese army was highly hierarchical. When the Japs and puppet soldiers on the carriage saw a Japanese lieutenant standing in front of them, they quickly jumped off the carriage and saluted him respectfully.
Seeing that they were unprepared, Xu Dalong suddenly pulled out the loaded tortoise box, first shot the Japanese to death, and then defeated the two puppet soldiers.
The puppet soldier with triangular eyes was very lucky. He was hit in the heart by a bullet and was still alive. He didn't understand why the Japanese would shoot at them.
He covered his chest with his hands, looked at Xu Dalong who came forward, and begged: "Taijun, spare your life."
Xu Dalong thought of the way he bullied the butcher shop owner, and his anger suddenly welled up in his heart. He cursed: "You are a traitor, you are a good Chinese, you are not a good Chinese, you want to follow the Japanese like a dog, bully us Chinese people, I will not spare you."
"As he said that, he fired another shot at the head of the puppet soldier with triangle eyes, killing him.
Xu Dalong loaded the pork and other living supplies from the carriage onto the truck, picked up their weapons from the ground, and not only took off their clothes, loaded them all into the truck, and then prepared to leave
Already.
However, when he saw the horse pulling the truck, he was reluctant to abandon it. So he unloaded the horse and tied it with a rope to the back of the truck. Then he turned the front of the truck and drove towards Xingjiazhuang.
With the truck, the 80-mile journey back was not a big deal. By 3:00 pm, Xu Dalong had already returned to Xingjiazhuang.
After seeing Xingjiazhuang from a distance, Xu Dalong was worried about causing misunderstanding among the soldiers of the new regiment, so he climbed into the truck, first pulled off the Japanese flag on the front of the truck, then took the white shirt he took off from the puppet soldier and tied it up.
He inserted the bayonet of the 38-gun into the front of the car, then started the car and drove towards Xingjiazhuang.
There was a new regiment of sentries on the outskirts of Xingjiazhuang. They saw a truck approaching from a distance and immediately aroused alarm. Some people went back to report, and others aimed their guns at the truck.
Soon, after receiving the report, a new group of people ran out of the village. When they saw the truck approaching, they were ready to open fire.
The leader of the team was the police platoon leader of the new regiment. He saw the white shirt fluttering on the roof of the truck and felt a little strange.
So, he ordered the soldiers not to shoot, waited until the truck drove over, and then surrounded it from all sides.
New Regiment Headquarters.
Li Yunlong was sitting cross-legged on the kang, drinking sweet potato roast. Suddenly he heard a rush of running outside, and then someone shouted: "Report."
Li Yunlong didn't understand what happened. He raised his head and said, "Come in."
The one who came in was the police platoon leader. He was obviously very excited. Without even breathing, he shouted loudly: "Report to the leader, we have made a fortune. We have cannons and a lot of pork. Go and have a look."
Bar!"
Li Yunlong didn't react for a moment. He said in disbelief: "What nonsense are you talking about? Where did the cannon come from? If you dare to lie, be careful I will beat you up!"
The police platoon leader didn't pay attention to the regimental leader's attitude. He said excitedly: "Captain, it's true. There is a Type 92 infantry gun and a lot of shells. Go and take a look."
At this time, Wang Xiaohu also came in and said: "Captain, it's true, there really are cannons."
Li Yunlong believed it, stretched out his legs, jumped off the kang, and strode outside.
When Li Yunlong arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw that many people had gathered outside, including officers and soldiers of the new regiment, and many people from Xingjia Village watching the excitement. Seeing Li Yunlong coming, everyone moved out of the way.
Li Yunlong saw a truck parked in front of him. There was really a Type 92 infantry gun. The gun had been unloaded. There were also many boxes of artillery shells, as well as whole boxes of pork and other supplies.
Wang Chengzhu, the platoon leader of the artillery platoon of the new regiment, was tinkering with the cannon.
Although Wang Chengzhu has a dark skin, a bulbous nose, and an unflattering appearance, he is very shrewd and is a master artilleryman.
Seeing Li Yunlong coming, he flushed and said excitedly: "Captain, the 92-type infantry gun is 90% new, and there are still 64 rounds of shells. This is enough for the little devils to drink."
The Type 92 infantry gun is a very excellent weapon among the Japanese weapons and equipment. Caliber: 70 mm, barrel length: 8.79 times the caliber, total gun weight: 0.212 tons, total gun length: 2.745 meters, total gun height: 0.62 meters
(with shield), high and low shooting angle: -10 degrees to 75 degrees, range of shooting: 45 degrees left and right, type of ammunition: 70mm high-explosive shells/shrapnel shells/smoke shells. Bomb weight: 3.8 kg (high-explosive shells),
Maximum range: 2788 meters.
The artillery is very light and can be pulled by carts and horses. It can also be disassembled and carried by a few people. It can be used on various complex terrains.
Li Yunlong has been fighting with the Japanese for several years. Knowing the power of the Japanese Type 92 infantry artillery, he has long wanted to capture one, but unfortunately he has never been able to do so.
He came to the cannon, stretched out his hand and stroked it gently. Despite his rough hands and feet, his movements at this moment were very gentle. I am afraid that he would not be so gentle to his future wife.
Lao Wangtou had already counted the supplies. He took a list and read loudly beside him: "One Japanese truck, one horse, one Type 92 infantry gun, 64 rounds of artillery shells, one tortoise box, one Type 38
4 rifles, two made in Hanyang, 438 rounds of various weapons, 26 Japanese military stamps, 120 yuan of Japanese military stamps, 1,200 yuan of large painted faces, four pork fans, some seasonings and condiments, a document package, Japanese and puppet military uniforms
Two sets.
Hehe! There are so many things, I’m making a fortune.”
Lao Wangtou also smiled from ear to ear, revealing the gaps in his teeth that were shattered by shrapnel.
While listening to Lao Wangtou's report, Li Yunlong continued to play with the Type 92 infantry cannon. After tinkering for a while, he straightened up with satisfaction. He asked doubtfully: "Where did these things come from?"
The brothers in the cooking class had already heard the news and rushed over. They surrounded Xu Dalong and shouted proudly: "The leader is Xu Dalong from our class. He captured these things."
No wonder they are excited. The cooking squad has always been looked down upon in combat units, but today they are finally proud and proud.
Xu Dalong had just joined the army and came to the cooking class. He was a cook and usually worked in the kitchen. Li Yunlong had no impression of him.
He looked at Xu Dalong with admiration and said, "Tell me, how did you capture these things?"
Xu Dalong smiled honestly. He briefly explained how the chief of staff sent him out to get meat, how he met the Japanese and traitors, then killed them and robbed these things.
Although he spoke in an understatement, people could feel the danger and thrill of it.
Li Yunlong was very happy. He stretched out his hand and punched Xu Dalong hard on the shoulder and said: "Good boy, you have a few blows. You are worthy of being my soldier, Li Yunlong. You did a great job."
Xu Dalong smiled honestly.
Li Yunlong was very excited. He said: "Your name is Xu Dalong, and my name is Li Yunlong. Both of our names have the character dragon. It seems that we are destined, how about you? Come and be a guard for me."
"This," Xu Dalong hesitated. To be honest, he really didn't want to be a guard. He felt uncomfortable hanging around under the leader's nose all day long.
He turned to look at Lao Wangtou and said: "Captain, I'm clumsy and can't be a guard. You'd better let me light the fire in the cooking class."
In Xinyi Regiment, Li Yunlong is God, his words are orders, no one dares to disobey. But today Li Yunlong was really happy and didn't care about Xu Dalong's attitude. He looked at the fellow villagers who were watching and said to the village chief: "Thank you.
Thanks to the support of the villagers, you can take one of the confiscated pork back."
The villagers had long been greedy for those pork, and couldn't help but cheered when they heard this.
Li Yunlong smiled at Xu Dalong and said, "You come back to the regiment headquarters with me first, and we'll talk about other things later. By the way, bring that document package with you."