Before setting off, Zhou Wen and Miaohua checked the brothers' equipment one by one. The first thing they needed to do was not to miss a single steel plate in the interlayer of the combat uniforms. Steel plates that had been hit by bullets had to be replaced in time.
Although he has strong confidence in the martial arts of his brothers, the little devil's stabbing skills are not outstanding, and the protection of the chest and abdomen is especially important.
In addition to cold weapons, a pistol with a silencer is a must for each person, and a Somi submachine gun for each person is also necessary. Although it is mainly used to kill Japanese with a big knife, when we can use the gun, we
You can't let a good weapon sit idle, right?
The forty team members can be said to be armed to the teeth from head to toe. Not to mention, Zhou Wen also ordered the team members to prepare hook-lock slings and magic drugs such as Ghost No. 1. Anyway, the equipment for stealing the camp is all available.
Who knows when it might come in handy.
Before dusk on March 10, Zhou Wen and his men, riding forty-one tall Japanese horses, rushed to a village at the foot of Xifengkou Mountain. Zhao Chengyu, who had already received the report, led all the officers of the 109th Brigade at regiment level and above to arrive.
Welcome at the entrance of the village.
After the two parties had finished greeting, Zhao Chengyu led Zhou Wen, Miaohua, Gao Xiaoshan and others directly into the temporary headquarters in the village, while the other team members were naturally accommodated by personnel from the 109th Brigade.
Zhou Wen didn't know that when he brought these team members to the base of the 109th Brigade, he caused a sensation.
why?
Just because the equipment of these team members completely blinded the eyes of those Northwest men who were used to being poor.
"My dear! Brother, look at those dozens of high-headed war horses. Do you know what kind of war horses they are? Brother, let me tell you, they are Japanese war horses. They are not a little bit better than our northwest war horses.
.Look at that head and then look at that body shape. When he sprints, not even a big car can stop him."
"Brother, do you know what kind of guns they are carrying?"
"Well, I don't know, but I know it's a good guy when I see it. That bulging disc is called a bullet drum. If there are small fifty rounds of bullets, it will stick out and there will be no grass growing."
"Moreover, brother, look, they have leather boots on their feet and steel helmets on their heads. Why are their military uniforms so colorful?"
"It's nothing, brother, take a closer look at the knives in their backpacks, you know? That's a small Japanese command knife. Brother, I saw it many years ago. Why do you think they have so many Japanese command knives?"
"Could it be that they robbed it? Hiss..." The soldier who spoke suddenly took a breath of cold air. If it was really robbed, how many little Japanese officers would have to be killed by these young soldiers?
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At this time, the team members were smiling at the Northwest Army soldiers who were surrounding them and looking at them curiously, but they were beating drums in their hearts.
During the Great War in the Central Plains, these Northwest troops were beaten so hard by their brothers' precise fire that they didn't even dare to raise their heads. If someone took revenge on this matter, no matter how powerful these dozens of people were in martial arts, how could they not dare to raise their heads?
Thousands of people don't even need to take action, one person can drown you with just a spitting breath.
Fortunately, the brothers from the Northwest Army looked at me with curiosity and envy, but not hatred.
Not long after, the brothers of the mercenary group were arranged by several officers of the 109th Brigade to rest in a compound.
Naturally, someone brought fodder to the war horses, but Zhang Xiaoping, the leader, smiled and declined politely: "Brother, these little Japanese horses are good, but they are very picky. They must be good-quality beans and add some."
You need nutritional supplements to stay healthy. Eating ordinary grass will cause stomach upset."
The person who delivered the feed was a veteran with a gray beard and a few young soldiers carrying sacks of fodder. One of them, a young relative, was unhappy and had a sullen expression on his face.
"Just brag, what about refined bean nutritional supplements? We have been dealing with horses since we were young, and we have never seen anyone feeding livestock with refined beans that no one can afford. Isn't that just looking down on you?"
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At this time, the bearded veteran saw the soldier's slumped face and didn't know what he was thinking. He reached out and slapped him on the head, cursing: "What do you know, you idiot? I used to serve the commander-in-chief back then.
He passed his old man's war horse. It was a good horse given to the commander by Lao Maozi. It was a bit taller than the little Japanese war horse, but it was difficult to take care of. It was fed better than human food. I didn't give it two horses a day.
The eggs just won’t stop.”
After scolding, he looked at Zhang Xiaoping, nodded and bowed, and said with a smile: "This officer, please don't be as knowledgeable as these idiots without eyes. They are all country boys from the northwest mountains. They don't have much knowledge, so they make the officer laugh."
But the young soldier who was beaten covered his head and belly with his hands and said: "You still raise horses for the commander? I heard from the commander that you were a groom in the logistics team back then, and you served all the pack horses, the commander's."
I'm afraid you can only see Ma from a long distance away."
This bearded veteran was not very angry when he was contradicted by his subordinates. He just laughed and said: "You little brat, I have eaten more salt than you have eaten white flour. In terms of knowledge, you are still far behind."
Zhang Xiaoping could actually tell that although these soldiers were quarreling, they had a good relationship, and they just smiled and said nothing. However, he found that these soldiers continued to quarrel, but their eyes were looking at these war horses, and he knew that these soldiers
They are all horse lovers and have a lot of curiosity.
He immediately waved to them and said: "Brothers, please come over and take a look at these war horses. Although they are tall and powerful, they are very docile. They have been trained by the little devils. We have taken a advantage."
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Several soldiers, led by the bearded brother, came to the war horse with a smile and stretched out their hands to pet it with affection in their eyes. You must know that they have all raised horses, so they naturally know how to deal with horses.
Zhang Xiaoping and his team members picked up the cloth bags carried on the horses and began to feed the horses.
When these soldiers saw the team members taking eggs from their backpacks to feed the horses, they realized that what the young captain had just said was true, and they really wanted to feed them refined beans and eggs.
In fact, there is no need to feed Japanese horses eggs every day, but today these war horses have traveled dozens of miles of mountain roads, not only riding people, but also carrying a lot of equipment. No matter how tall and strong they are, they are very tired.
Just need to add some nutrition.
And looking at the crunching sounds of these war horses chewing, several soldiers couldn't help but swallow and spit. The bean paste smelled so sweet.
It wouldn't have been a problem for Zhang Xiaoping to take out a few cans of meat in his backpack and give them to them, but the mercenary group is now a guest army. Naturally, they have to abide by the rules of guests doing as they please. They cannot overwhelm the guests, so he can only pretend.