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

On the Black Cloud Mountain.

Chen Broadband looked at everything around him blankly with his subordinates.

It wasn't because he didn't see Li Yunlong here, but because it was completely different from the Eighth Route Army he knew.

In his impression, the life of the Eighth Route Army should be rigorous and poor, but here it is full of riches.

Whether it is guns, ammunition or food, there is simply as much as you want.

The poverty of the Eighth Route Army seems to have become a rumor here.

Especially the training method here, they have never heard of it, and they have never seen it.

"Captain Long, what are those soldiers doing?"

Chen Kuan looked at the soldiers standing in front of him and was full of doubts.

Long Wenwen smiled faintly: "Can't you see it? Standing in a military posture, training your physical fitness?"

"What? You didn't train when you were in the Central Army?"

Chen Kuan shook his head quickly and said, "That's not what I mean. We've been here for almost an hour. This group of people is motionless, like wooden stakes."

"How can it take so long to train in the military posture? Isn't the body stiff like this?"

"And I found out when I came here just now, it seems that your troops train in a different way, and you still carry stones on your back when you run?"

Long Wenwen patted him on the shoulder: "Your observation is careful enough."

"Let me tell you, this is all our company commander's idea, it can enhance our physical strength."

"To tell you the truth, don't look at these people as strong as cows, but they are all recruits, and they joined more than a week ago."

Chen Kuan opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Recruit?"

"No matter how I look at it, I feel that they are all experienced veterans!"

Long Wenwen chuckled: "I'm stunned, it's all thanks to our company commander, let alone you, I won't believe anyone else."

The prisoners of war who were rescued in Houjia Village on the side heard the conversation between the two, and each of them showed excited expressions in their eyes.

Most of them belong to the Central Army, and the purpose of serving as soldiers is to defend their families and the country.

From the moment they were captured by the devils, they didn't expect to survive.

But now, not only did they survive, but they were also brought to such a rich place.

The soldiers who were training in front of them made their cold blood boil again.

It seems that as long as they join them, their original intention of killing the enemy and serving the country can be realized again.

At this moment, Wu Qianli walked over with the people from the cooking class.

"How about it? I've been watching it for almost two hours. How are you thinking?"

Chen Kuan said quickly: "Company Commander Wu, we originally wanted to fight devils with you."

"Needless to say, all my subordinates and I will join your team."

Wu Qianli smiled slightly, he already knew that Chen Kuan would join his team.

The questions just now were more focused on the group of rescued prisoners of war, but they did not give any answers from the beginning to the end.

Hearing Wu Qianli's question, the rescued prisoners looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Sir, thank you very much for saving us. Your training method here really opened our eyes, but we are the Central Army. Even if we want to continue fighting devils, we should return to the original army."

"Yes, sir, the purpose of my military service is to fight devils and have enough food. Although your training methods are very strange, there is no logistics or guarantee. If we join your army, won't we have to fight hungry?"

Wu Qianli smiled faintly, and waved to the cooking team behind him.

The head of the cooking class understood, and immediately led the people to the front of the crowd, and then opened the barrel.

Immediately, the aroma of steamed buns and broth wafted through the crowd.

"Brothers, let's not talk about whether to join us or not. I think you are all hungry. Eat something first. If you don't have enough broth, add more, and if you have enough steamed buns!"

The monitor of the cooking squad filled a bowl of broth with a smile and handed it to a prisoner of war.

The soldier swallowed, but in the end he couldn't resist the aroma of the broth and steamed buns, so he took them aside and began to eat.

Seeing this, the others lined up to receive their first meal after being rescued in an orderly manner.

At this time, Long Wenwen walked up to Wu Qianli with a steamed bun.

"Company Commander, you locked yourself in the house after you came back from Heyuan County, do you have a plan for the next step?"

Wu Qianli took the steamed bun and said with a smile, "You are really careful."

"Through the matter of Houjia Village and Heyuan, I discovered one thing."

"That is, in small-scale encounters, an elite force consisting of a dozen people is often more likely to win than a large force."

"So I plan to form such a force, the so-called special forces, you know?"

In fact, Wu Qianli has been thinking about this matter for a long time.

He fully has this strength now. In terms of weapons, he has MP4 submachine guns and MG42 general-purpose machine guns, both light and heavy firepower, but he is short of manpower now.

Now that there is Chen Kuan's team and this group of prisoners, it is not a problem to pick out a dozen elites from them.

And he knew that according to the plot in the original book, the devils also had elite troops like the Yamamoto Special Forces in their hands.

With the fighting quality of his current army, it is not easy to deal with this elite army.

Once they meet in the future, the only one who can defeat the Yamamoto special forces must be the same special forces.

"Special Forces? I don't understand!" Long Wenwen replied directly.

Wu Qianli was speechless for a while, and thought to himself: Sure enough, the concept of special forces has not been popularized in China, and it is normal to know that there are not many people.

"To put it simply, it is a special team that specializes in assassination, blasting, beheading behind enemy lines, and investigation."

After a few seconds of thoughtful silence, Long Wenwen said, "Understood, it's like an ancient assassin or Jin Yiwei."

"Then, I want to join."

Wu Qianli suddenly had a black line: "You are right if you understand it this way."

"However, not everyone can join the special forces team. It must be a elite soldier selected from a hundred or even one in a thousand."

"If you want to join, you have to pass my assessment!"

Long Wenwen nodded: "It must, I am confident to join, just look at it."

Wu Qianli smiled slightly, and instead of answering his words, he stood up and looked at the prisoner not far away.

"How is it? Is it delicious? Do you still suspect that I don't have enough food here?"

The group of prisoners nodded repeatedly, and didn't even have the time to reply.

A soldier swallowed the steamed buns in his mouth and said, "Sir, do you eat this every day?"

Wu Qianli shook his head: "It's not just a matter of time. Drinking broth every day will make you tired, so sometimes we will change the taste, such as fish soup, chicken soup, these are all there!"

"The staple food is mainly steamed buns, and if you want to eat rice, you can also have it."

Immediately, everyone's eyes lit up, and this food is still worrying about the logistics not being able to keep up?
"Sir, then I've decided, as long as you can feed me and beat devils, I'll join your team."

"Me too, instead of spending a lot of time looking for my original unit, why not just stay here and fight the devils with the Eighth Route Army."

"Me too!"

In an instant, all the prisoners of war stood up to express their views.

Wu Qianli smiled faintly, it seemed that his goal had been achieved.

At this moment, a muscular figure came out with two steamed buns in his hand: "I disagree!"