War of Resistance: You're Too Green to Talk Seniority with Us

It was night in Guanzhuang, with a bright moon and sparse stars.

Yuan Changzheng sat in the courtyard, polishing a Browning pistol he had stripped from a Japanese officer.

He could already picture the look of shock and satisfaction on the faces of the division commander, the old commander, and the other senior leaders when they saw that regimental flag.

With this flag, our army's prestige would surely rise to new heights.

Yuan Changzheng put away the pistol, stood up, went into the house, and carefully hung the regimental flag on the wall.

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