Wang Zhanqi traveled through time and showed his sword. As soon as he was fished ashore by Sun Desheng, he heard Li Yunlong slamming the table and scolding his mother.
"Attacking a stronghold? You don't even know how many floors the Japanese artillery tower has. What the hell!"
He silently took out his mobile phone and played the sand table deduction clip of "Bright Sword": "Captain Li, I can do this."
Three days later, when the three-dimensional sand table showed the future Japanese army sweep route, Li Yunlong's eyes nearly popped out.
In one year, more than ten battles quietly changed the new regiment:
Zhang Dabiao secretly hid the crooked handle in the first battalion, and Sun Baoguo used local methods to reinforce the steel defense line;
Wang Chengzhu's grenade platoon expanded from one to five, and Sun Desheng's cavalry squad turned into a ghost on the battlefield.
Until the brigade commander called with a smile: "Li Yunlong, I congratulate you on getting rich..."
On the day Zhao Gang came to report, the sound of sniper platoon gunfire shook the valley.
Li Yunlong grinned: "Hey! This political commissar is worthy of our old Li!"
