Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

Walking out of the headquarters, the three of them came to the warehouse in the back mountain of Feihu Ridge together.

Li Yunlong and Ding Wei were stunned when they saw all the light and heavy machine guns, grenade launchers, and mortars being moved out of the warehouse.

"This"

"Damn it, I knew you were so rich, but I didn't expect you to be so rich."

Ding Wei let out a long sigh: "People are more angry than people."

"It seems that what we saw when we came here was just the tip of the iceberg. This is your real family background."

Wu Qianli smiled faintly: "There's nothing I can do about it. If it weren't for the heavy task this time, I'm afraid I wouldn't have given them all."

"By the way, Commander Li, Commander Ding, how many rounds of ammunition do you have for each individual soldier?"

Ding Wei was taken aback, feeling a little helpless: "We can't compare to your family's great career. When the maximum number of bullets equipped for an individual soldier is only thirty or forty rounds."

"Old Li should be equipped with more bullets!"

"Almost!" Li Yunlong said: "Although the weapons and equipment have been supplemented after the safety, the number of troops is here."

"On average, an individual soldier carries between [-] and [-] rounds of bullets each time."

Wu Qianli nodded, secretly sighing in his heart, the Eighth Route Army is still poor.

In the entire Eighth Route Army, at its peak, a single soldier was proficient in carrying about [-] rounds of ammunition, and usually only [-] rounds, and even some troops with poor conditions carried only three to five rounds of ammunition per soldier.

"Captain Li, Commander Ding, the movement of this battle will definitely not be small, and the number of bullets must be increased."

"In this way, each soldier carries one hundred rounds of ammunition on average, and I will make up for the insufficient ammunition."

"In addition, I will transfer five mortars and a number of supporting shells to each of your regiments to improve combat effectiveness."

"But there is a premise. Before the superior combat order is issued, your troops will be trained in a unified manner."

As soon as Wu Qianli finished speaking, Li Yunlong immediately yelled, "Are you showing off your wealth to me and Lao Ding?"

"Is it time to use money to smash people? And unified training, do you think me and Lao Ding are just a show?"

"I tell you, it's not necessary, is it, old Ding?"

Ding Wei glanced at Li Yunlong, then his eyes fell on Wu Qianli.

"Actually, it's not impossible, but the question is, can you accommodate so many people here?"

"Lao Li's team has nearly 1 people, and the daily food expenses are not a small amount."

"No. Old Ding, why do you have no bones at all, and you can change your position with just some bullets, cannons and machine guns?"

"Why is your regiment leader the same as the third grandson?"

Li Yunlong was a little dissatisfied, but the next second he was choked by Ding Wei's words.

"Old Li, do you have a sense of the overall situation? It's not like you don't know what we're going to face next, what kind of individualism do you need at this time?"

"Your old Li can carry sixty rounds by himself, but my Xinyi Regiment doesn't have this wealth. If you want to complete this mission, Wu Qianli can't provide some help?"

"Without better weapons and equipment and sufficient ammunition, are you going to let the soldiers fight the devils with spears and knives?"

Li Yunlong opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but swallowed the words back.

Seeing this, Wu Qianli nodded in satisfaction.

If it is about the ability to lead the army, maybe Li Yunlong and Ding Wei are not much different, but in terms of vision and overall situation, Ding Wei can pull Li Yunlong a little bit.

If Li Yunlong is a rare general, then Ding Wei is definitely handsome.

"Captain Li, I'm not interested in your troops, and helping you train is purely for the sake of the overall situation."

"The army's desire to improve combat effectiveness through training is definitely not achieved overnight. I just intend to improve the combat effectiveness of your troops as much as possible within the limited time."

"I'll arrange the meals. I've already decided on the location. It's in Feihu Ridge, Heiyun Mountain, and Baizhuang. The special forces will train in person."

Ding Wei nodded: "Since you have made arrangements, I have nothing to say. The defense area still needs to keep troops. I will let the three battalions come in batches in the future."

Wu Qianli nodded, looked at Li Yunlong and waited for his reply.

Li Yunlong had no choice but to sigh and said: "You are the training instructor, you have the final say."

"Like Lao Ding, I come here in batches, but there may be more people coming each time, I hope you don't get bored."

Wu Qianli smiled faintly, but did not answer.

In the afternoon, Li Yunlong and Ding Wei went back down the mountain to mobilize their troops to arrange the deployment of the defense area.

At the same time, the regiments of the Eighth Route Army also received the news and began to actively prepare.

Of course, this phenomenon naturally attracted the attention of other forces.

In Luliang City, Rich Lord Yan felt a little puzzled when he saw the telegrams being delivered one after another.

"Sun Nan, what do you think the Eighth Route Army is going to do? The troops are mobilized and the defense areas are constantly changing. Is it possible that they are thinking of preparing for a large-scale battle like the last time they attacked Ping An?"

Sun Nan shook her head: "Sir, I just learned about the specific situation."

"I suggest that you contact the deputy commander-in-chief of the Eighth Route Army as the highest officer in the World War II area and ask what happened."

Rich Lord Yan's face darkened: "Contact them? Do you think they will tell me?"

"This World War II zone has long been out of my hands."

"Whether it's the Eighth Route Army or the bald-headed troops, how many of them still pay attention to me?"

Sun Nan spread her hands together: "Sir, what do you think we should do now?"

Fatty Yan snorted coldly: "Since they don't report it, then we will investigate it ourselves."

"Isn't Chu Yunfei on good terms with Wu Qianli? Let him go to Feihu Ridge to investigate."

"He Wu Qianli is a famous figure in the Eighth Route Army, so he must know something."

Sun Nan nodded, then turned and walked out of the room.

358 regiment resident.

Fang Ligong walked into the headquarters with a telegram: "Regiment, Luliang telegram!"

"Put it aside for now!" Chu Yunfei frowned and looked at the other telegrams in his hand.

"It's strange, what is the Eighth Route Army trying to do? It seems that they have been dispatching troops, but we don't know where they want to attack this time!"

Sun Ming nodded: "Tuan Zuo, the troops mobilized by the Eighth Route Army this time may exceed the strength of hundreds of regiments. I was wondering if they wanted to directly attack Taicheng?"

"Attack Taicheng? This idea seems a bit crazy." Chu Yunfei took a breath: "If we talk about attacking Taicheng, it is impossible for Lu Liang not to know about it."

As if thinking about it, Chu Yunfei turned his head and looked at Fang Ligong: "Brother Ligong, what is the content of Lu Liang's telegram?"

Fang Ligong quickly picked up the telegram to check, and then looked at Chu Yunfei: "Tuan Zuo, Lu Liang doesn't know what the Eighth Route Army wants to do."

"Sun Nan told you to take a trip to Feihu Ridge, and it's a set of five thousand miles."

Chu Yunfei frowned and nodded: "It seems that there is no definite news from Lu Liang."

"Alright, it's okay to meet Wu Qianli."

"Adjutant Sun, prepare your horse, prepare to follow me to Feihu Ridge!"