Li Yunlong had just returned to the Independent Regiment and took office. When he heard that his superiors had appointed a deputy commander who had just surrendered from the National Army, he was so angry that he threw his wine bowl:
"Why did he become my deputy commander just after he surrendered? Can he use a gun? Does he know how to fight?"
The next second.
Deputy Commander Shen Linyuan pulled dozens of trucks of supplies into the camp:
"Old Li, I heard that the Independent Regiment is short of equipment. I have 500 German submachine guns, 100,000 rounds of ammunition, 50,000 kilograms of refined flour, and two tons of canned beef. Have you seen enough?"
Li Yunlong drooled from the corner of his mouth and hugged Shen Linyuan:
"Oh, my brother Shen! You are my brother! From now on, you have the final say in the independent group!"
Modern young man Shen Linyuan opened the double door and unexpectedly discovered that his great-grandfather in 1939 was actually Shen Xiaoyu, the orderly soldier beside Li Yunlong.
Shen Linyuan, who loved his great-grandfather, immediately decided to bring investment and surrender!
As a result, the style of painting in northwest Shanxi completely changed.
Kazuki Yamamoto: "Baga! Why do the special forces of the Eighth Route Army have night vision goggles and silencers?"
Yoshio Shinozuka: "Who can tell me how the Taiyuan City Wall was transported to the sky by a Dongfeng Express?"
Looking at the torrent of modern steel falling from the sky, Lao Li grinned:
"Brother Shen, where should we go today? How about going directly to a restaurant in Tokyo?"
