Humans are the most adaptable creatures to the environment. Zhang Yunfei has now gradually adapted to the killings on the battlefield, because he must adapt. One soldier is a raging enemy, and a raging group of generals is a den. He understands this principle, so he must set an example.

"Platoon commander, we have won!"

Seeing Zhang Yunfei covered in blood and scanning the battlefield with a cold face, like a god of war, Huzi's face was filled with admiration.

"Huzi, come here and give me a hand." This kid seemed to be fine except for being a little dirty. You must know that he had his rifle butt smashed several times by the puppet soldiers. He was quite excited during the battle and didn't feel much. Now his whole body aches emotionally.

Huzi exclaimed: "Platoon leader, you are injured."

Everyone cleaning the battlefield immediately looked at him with concern.

"What are you yelling about? I'm just a little exhausted. Search carefully and hurry up. The enemy's reinforcements will arrive soon." After reprimanding everyone, Zhang Yunfei asked, "Huzi, how are our casualties?"

"Two people were sacrificed and three were seriously injured. Among them, San Wazi still had his last breath. The others were okay and had minor injuries." Before Huzi finished speaking, a soldier shouted, "Platoon leader, San

The baby is out of breath."

Zhang Yunfei said silently, the puppet army's combat effectiveness is not strong, but fighting with them also involves sacrifices. Didn't the puppet army's millions of casualties die in battle or because they were frightened to death? The so-called Chinese people do not fight the Chinese people can only appear

in works of art.

Five people were reduced at once, which made Zhang Yunfei not hear clearly the captured battle report below, and he was in a bad mood, but he did not show it. After all, he had won the battle and could not damage everyone's morale, so he could only put on a cold face.

The group of them did not return to Longtoujian until the afternoon, leaving the wounded, remains of soldiers, prisoners and other issues to Sun Zhiqiang to deal with. Zhang Yunfei, who was exhausted mentally and physically, fell asleep in the temporary camp.

In this war-torn era when human life is at stake, you cannot think wildly, or you will go crazy, and you must learn to harden your heart. There is no way to avoid death in war.

When he woke up again, it was already dark. Huzi brought him food, boiled water, thick steamed buns and pickles. Because of the seizure of food this time, their food was rarely improved. The Eighth Route Army's food mainly consisted of grains and sweet potatoes.

It’s good to be able to eat thick noodles among other things.

There is also a difference between thick flour and white flour in later generations. The flour in later generations is called refined wheat, fine flour, and white flour. However, the flour eaten by ordinary people in this era was mixed with a lot of bran, which turned out to be yellow-brown, and the taste was naturally not good.

.The rice and white noodles eaten by later generations were expensive in this era. A hundred and eighty years ago, they were exclusive to the nobles. Now, only the Japanese and elites of the Central Army can eat rice and white noodles. Naturally, the Eighth Route Army is not like this.

food treatment.

When Zhang Yunfei woke up, Sun Zhiqiang immediately came to report the results of the war to him. This time, more than 4,000 kilograms of grain, thirty-five yuan, some copper coins, some French currency, some military notes, a Czech machine gun, and a special bullet were seized.

One hundred and sixty rounds, one official one, one 38 or so, 10 made in Hanyang, 14 old sleeves, 5 shell guns, 12 grenades, 226 rounds of 79 bullets, 65 bullets

125 rounds, 210 rounds of shells, and various types of equipment. The Eighth Route Army cleaned the battlefield very carefully, even leggings, clothing and other items were not spared. This was all due to poverty.

Sun Zhiqiang's report was very detailed, including the damage to guns, the quantity of various equipment, etc. Even a bullet casing and a button were listed carefully. Zhang Yunfei could tell. It is still unclear what this guy's commanding ability is, but

Being a housekeeper is definitely a skill.

Zhang Yunfei was very surprised. The results of this battle were really big. Especially the machine gun was a surprise. It was captured by Huangjiacun. Fortunately, they defrauded Zhuangzi directly and disarmed the opponent before he could react. If they had attacked by force,

, they were really going to suffer a big loss, and even Zhang Yunfei was secretly lucky that Zhang Dadai, the conspirator, played a major role.

Zhang Yunfei thought about it and said: "All the Hanyang products are given to the fourth squad, and the rest are given to the second squad. Each squad leader has one shell gun, and all the grenades are given to the fourth squad. What about bullets? Each fourth squad has ten rounds, and the other squads have five.

Send. As for some guns that are in bad condition, pick them from this seizure, keep a few of the remaining guns as spares, and send the rest to the regiment."

Guns with old sleeves are at least more than 30 years old, and no matter how well maintained they are, they are not much better. So Zhang Yunfei wants to build an army entirely made of Hanyang, or else, like this time, the enemy will stand

It's very embarrassing to just miss there.

"Old Sun, I'll take the official one. It's up to you to choose between my gun and the 38-meter cap. You have no objections, right?"

"Haha, of course not. I'd better use the 38 big cover. I heard that you are a sharpshooter, so you should use a good gun, but you are already a platoon leader and you still use a long gun."

"There is no way. The range of the short gun is too short, and the accuracy is not good. The rifle is more suitable. By the way, we will transfer a few people from your third class to form a machine gun team, and then transfer a few people to the second class. Now the third son has died, and the second class

There are only three people left, and they are no longer in the same class. What do you think?"

Sun Zhiqiang has no objection to this. After this battle, the combat effectiveness of the third platoon has been increased, but the third squad has been unable to integrate. It doesn't matter if it is disrupted. After discussing the issue of the establishment of the third platoon, it is natural to hand over the spoils.

The problem.

Now that the third platoon is divided into separate groups, guns and ammunition naturally have to give priority to their own rations, but the excess supplies must be turned in. The next day, Sun Zhiqiang took the reorganized third squad to escort the supplies and prisoners.

The eliminated guns embarked on the journey to the West Ridge, the headquarters of the independent regiment.

After Sun Zhiqiang and others left, he discovered that there was another idler in their third row camp, and that was Zhang Dadai. In such a rush, he really forgot about this guy.

When he saw Zhang Yunfei, he immediately said like a debtor: "Sir Zhang, it's time for me to share my share of the grain."

"Oh, you're still here, why didn't they give it to you?"

When he mentioned this, Zhang Dadai became very angry: "They all ignored me one by one. Where can I ask for it? You Eighth Route Army are not going to default on their debts."

"How is it possible? Since you are here, let's settle the accounts carefully, otherwise you will have to slander us again when you go out. We agreed that you only need 10%, which is about four hundred pounds. You see

We need at least four people to help you transport it here. The labor cost of one yuan per person is not overcharged to you, right? If you give us another four yuan, we can move the food away."

Zhang Dadai: "..."

"Sir Zhang, aren't you cheating? Is this how the account is settled?"

"Is there anything wrong? These four hundred kilograms of grain belong to you, right? It's true that we helped you transport it. It's only natural that we pay you."

"But the price you charge for labor is a bit too harsh."

"How can we be cruel? If we leave your food in Huangjia Village, can you transport it out? You saw the situation at that time. It's so critical. The price will naturally be expensive."

This is the truth, but he always feels that something is wrong.

"By the way, where do you want to send these grains? Do you need us to deliver them? It will be cheaper for you this time. It only costs you two yuan. Of course, if the journey is too far, the price will still increase."

Zhang Dadai: "..."

"Chief Zhang, how do you want me to give you the food? As long as you don't ask me to pay, I will agree to it."

"You actually said that, so I'll suffer a bit. How about you buy the grain from us? You have to sell the grain anyway, right? If the buyer reveals it and your brother-in-law finds out, you won't be able to take advantage of it.

, you don’t have to worry about it if you sell it to us, and since the food belongs to us, you won’t have to pay for the freight, right?”

Zhang Dadai: "..."

In the end, Zhang Yunfei bought his share with military notes, French currency and other coins. Zhang Dadai left with a heavy look on his face, but Zhang Yunfei sent him off with a smile.

Before leaving, Zhang Dadai sighed: If you go into business, you will definitely become a rich man.

Zhang Yunfei quickly said modestly, "I don't dare, I don't dare. If we cooperate more in the future, maybe we can even make a big deal."

After hearing this, Zhang Dadai turned around and left. Looking at his retreating back, Zhang Yunfei felt helpless. He originally thought that Wang Zhengyi's granary would have a lot of food, but he didn't expect that it would only be this little.

Thousands of kilograms of grain seems like a lot. For the independent group, it can only be eaten for a few days. And now the Japanese are tightening the blockade of supplies. It is difficult to get food. Even if you want to buy it, you can't sell it.

It's several hundred kilograms of grain. Zhang Yunfei wants to keep it, so he can only use this lazy method. The currency of the Japanese-occupied areas such as military coupons is not very easy for the Eighth Route Army to use, but people like Zhang Dadai have a relationship with traitors.
Chapter completed!