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

The next morning.

Jing Wei got up early, according to the agreement, he had to visit the special forces training today.

Leaving the house, under the leadership of the guards, Jing Wei quickly found Wu Qianli at the headquarters.

After the two chatted, Wu Qianli personally brought Jing Wei to Chen Kuanying's training ground.

As soon as he arrived at the training ground, Jing Wei was stunned.

At this time, on the training ground, Chen Kuan's soldiers were all standing in military posture like wooden piles.

The sweat from the soldiers' foreheads dripped down their cheeks to the ground like beans.

Jing Wei was stunned, and looked up at the sky.

The sun hadn't risen yet, and the whole sky was dark.

Logically speaking, in such weather, soldiers have to stand for at least an hour before they can sweat, but these soldiers are sweating profusely, which shows that soldiers have to stand in military posture for at least two hours or more.

"This..." Jing Wei looked at Wu Qianli in surprise: "Commander Wu, I thought I woke up early enough, but now it seems that you and your soldiers should have woken up at least two hours ago."

Wu Qianli nodded: "Almost, the soldiers on our side usually get up around five o'clock."

"At this point in time, they should have run five kilometers."

"Ah?" Jing Wei grew up, with incredible eyes: "But I didn't hear the get-up call!"

Wu Qianli smiled faintly: "You don't need this thing, it just comes naturally after getting used to it."

"Each of my soldiers has a watch in their hearts. When they see them, they will get up and train by themselves. There is no need to be restricted by the wake-up number."

Jing Wei nodded with a complicated expression, feeling like a stormy sea in his heart.

What kind of army is this that can have such self-discipline.

You know, even his troops are not much different from stragglers without restraint.

But he didn't know what the root cause was.

"Commander Wu, I'm curious how your soldiers did this. If an army is not restrained, wouldn't it be a mess?"

Wu Qianli chuckled: "This question is actually very simple. In the final analysis, it is actually belief."

"The ones in your army who have faith may be you officers. Most of the soldiers have the idea of ​​being a monk for a day and hitting the clock for a day."

"Our soldiers are completely opposite to yours. From the soldiers to the officers, everyone is thinking about how to get rid of the devils. In other words, our troops are fighting for the Chinese people, and you are fighting for the bald head of World War II."

"Beliefs are different, and the natural results are also different!"

Jing Wei nodded, it's not that he doesn't know how dark the mountain city is, but what if he knows?He is only a regiment leader, and he is still in the northwest of Shanxi, so he has no access to the high-level core.

At this moment, there was a sudden roar of artillery fire in the distance, Jing Wei was startled, and quickly looked towards the sound of artillery fire.

I saw streaks of white smoke passing by, and the next second the hilltop not far away was enveloped by artillery fire.

"This"

Just when Jing Wei was still surprised, Wu Qianli patted him on the shoulder: "Go and see!"

It is no secret that Wu Qianli has an artillery battalion. As early as in the previous battle, Chu Yunfei reported the news to the bald head and rich man Yan respectively.

But at that time, the people on both sides didn't pay much attention to it. A regiment, even a regiment as large as Wuqianli, must have limited artillery proficiency.

Following Wu Qianli to the training ground of Yang Zhihua's artillery battalion, Jing Wei's jaw almost fell to the ground in the next second.

Artillery Battalion?You call this an artillery battalion?

Whose artillery battalion has the same organization as an artillery regiment?And this number must have exceeded the configuration of an artillery regiment.

Seeing Wu Qianli approaching, Yang Zhihua immediately went up to meet him.

"Commander, the artillery battalion is training, please give instructions!"

Wu Qianli chuckled: "Lao Yang, apart from the current artillery, have all the others been taken back to the warehouse?"

Yang Zhihua nodded: "It's all taken back. After this war, our artillery has almost doubled the original number."

"If the troops don't continue to expand, I'm afraid these artillery pieces won't be needed."

Wu Qianli nodded: "If you don't need it, it's fine. If there is a chance in the future, our eliminated artillery can be exchanged with the deputy commander-in-chief for something."

Jing Wei was stunned for a moment: What the hell?Aren't these all the artillery of Wuqianli?How many guns does he have?
An artillery brigade?An artillery division?

Jing Wei didn't dare to continue to think about it, it couldn't be that Wu Qianli had the configuration of an artillery army in his hand.

And what surprised him even more was, when did the 92 infantry artillery become Chinese cabbage?Can I exchange it for something?How rich is this family to say this?
"Wu Tuan."

"Boom!"

Just when Jing Wei wanted to ask Wu Qianli how many artillery pieces he still had, even though he knew that Wu Qianli could not tell him, a burst of engine roar interrupted his speech.

The next second, under his gaze, Wu Qianli ran to a tank and began to curse.

"Who is driving inside, come out for me, who told you to drive the tank here!"

The tank stopped abruptly, and the monk poked his head out with a smile.

"Regimental Commander, it's me. I want to come to the artillery camp to see how many shells the tank can hold!"

"Get out of here!" Wu Qianli cursed, "Is your body healthy? Who allowed you to touch the tank?"

"The fruit tree that I planted last time was crushed by your kid driving a truck. Get the hell out of here."

"Oh!" The monk reluctantly responded, and retracted into the tank again.

Jing Wei stood there numbly, unable to say a word for a long time.

"That... Battalion Commander Yang, right? You even have tanks?"

Hearing Jing Wei calling him, Yang Zhihua turned his head with a smile: "You mean tanks? We already have them."

"However, this tank is not very powerful, and it can blow down a wall with one shot. However, the latest tank we got is powerful. Our regiment leader said that if the tank hits the one you saw, it can blow through it with one shot. .”

"There are other tanks?" Jing Wei couldn't help being surprised: "You guys"

"Forget it, I'm already numb, even if you say that there is a plane at this time, I will believe it,"

Yang Zhihua chuckled and looked at Jing Wei with weird eyes.

Jing Wei suddenly felt a chill on his back, and the hairs all over his body stood up: "Wait, what kind of eyes are you looking at, can't there really be a plane?"

Yang Zhihua suppressed a smile and pointed to the sky.

Jing Wei's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked up at the sky. In the next second, several planes flew past his head.

Jing Wei let out a long sigh, sat down on the ground, and his mood was churning again.

"With such a configuration and such firepower, the devils in Northwest Shanxi dare to provoke them. I have to say that the devils are quite courageous!"