Chapter 6 Fighting
Let's talk about Wang Ye and Wei Dayong again.
Follow Lao Gou to the supply department.
Lao Gou seemed very enthusiastic towards Wang Ye and Wei Dayong.
Wei Dayong was confused, but Wang Ye knew everything.
In a word, the independent regiment must be having a very hard time now.
The Eighth Route Army had three main divisions: the 115th, 120th and 129th Divisions. The 129th Division was the poorest and had the hardest time.
As a non-staff regiment of the 129th Division, the independent regiment's situation is predictable. There are more than a thousand people in the regiment, but there are only more than 500 rifles in total, and more than half of them are Hanyang-made and use old chambers.
The average bullet ration was less than five rounds per gun.
A few days ago, the independent regiment suffered heavy losses, on the one hand because Yamamoto's special forces were too strong, and on the other hand because the independent regiment was poorly equipped and short of ammunition!
The days of the independent group were difficult.
The one who felt the most uncomfortable was Lao Gou, the supply director.
That's why Lao Gou is so enthusiastic towards Wang Ye and Wei Dayong.
Because they had just arrived, they contributed a great gift to the Independent Regiment.
One Type 96 light machine gun, fourteen Type 38 rifles, two Shanxi-made Type 38 rifles, three Nambu-style pistols, plus fourteen of the devil's fine steel bayonets !
The most precious of these are the more than 2,000 rounds of Arisaka rifle bullets!
The independent regiment's ammunition reserves were originally insufficient, and after a battle with Yamamoto's special forces, all of their supplies were gone. Lao Gou was so anxious that he was about to trade his pants for bullets.
Now we have replenished more than 2,000 rifle bullets.
Finally, the independent regiment’s urgent need has been solved.
It is precisely because of this that Lao Gou is particularly enthusiastic towards the two of them.
After the greetings, Lao Gou said, "My Gou is the Gou with the grass radical."
"I know." Wei Dayong responded heartlessly, "You are a straw dog."
"What do you mean by grass dog? You are still a wooden dog." Lao Gou said angrily, "The character for grass is the same as the character for wood dog."
Wang Ye laughed and said, "It's the Gou that means to live in disgrace."
"What do you mean by living a miserable life? That's not a good word either."
Old Gou said unhappily, "In terms of age, I am not much different from your parents, so you have to call me Uncle Gou, but you are not allowed to call me Old Gou, remember?"
"Remember, Uncle Gou." Wang Ye cooperated very well.
Wei Dayong refused to shout, thinking that Lao Gou was taking advantage of him.
"Hey, good boy." Lao Gou was very satisfied with Wang Ye's performance and added, "You two are lucky. The regiment commander just brought back two hundred new uniforms from the clothing factory in the border area. They are made of cotton and are very warm to wear."
"I'll pick out the two largest sizes for you two."
"I'd say there are downsides to being too tall, Ferb."
As he spoke, Lao Gou took out two sets of cotton military uniforms from the basket.
Wang Ye took off the Japanese cotton coat, picked up the cotton military uniform and put it on.
Seeing that Wang Ye was only wearing a pair of shorts under his coat, Lao Gou quickly said, "Wait a minute."
Then he took out a shirt from the basket and said with a smile, "Put this on first."
"Thank you, Uncle Gou." Wang Ye did not act pretentiously. He took the shirt and the cotton military uniform and put them on together.
Looking at the two men in their new uniforms, Lao Gou praised: "Hey, these are the soldiers of our Eighth Route Army."
He picked up the military coat that Wang Ye had taken off and said, "Your coat is not bad. I'll help you wash it later and mend the holes on the chest and back so you can wear it again."
Wang Ye smiled and said, "Uncle Gou, this coat is yours."
"That won't do." Lao Gou shook his hand and said, "This is your coat."
"It is also a piece of spoils of war." Wang Ye said, "It should be handed over according to regulations."
"Is that so?" Lao Gou said, "Then put it in the warehouse of the logistics department and give it to the soldiers in need."
After taking the coats, Lao Gou gave the two men a thin quilt, then led them to the front yard and settled them in the guard company's dormitory.
Lao Gou had just walked out of the dormitory.
Wei Dayong put the bedding roll on the big bunk and lay down on it.
Not only did Wei Dayong lie down, he even crossed his legs, looking very comfortable.
It is impossible to tidy up the house, not in this lifetime.
Wei Dayong was once a non-commissioned officer in the Central Army, so it was inevitable that he was infected with the Central Army's habit of beating, scolding and bullying soldiers.
Feeling that one bedding roll was not comfortable enough on his back, Wei Dayong pulled over the bedding roll next to him and placed it behind his back as well.
"Hey, what are you doing with my bedding?"
The soldier who was tidying up his room nearby suddenly became unhappy.
"What?" Wei Dayong glared at him, "What's wrong with using your bedding roll as a cushion? It won't break."
"This is my quilt, and it's already folded." The soldier said unhappily, "Why did you touch my quilt without my permission? Return it and help me fold it again."
"Yo, you're challenging me, right?" Wei Dayong stood up suddenly.
The soldier was not expecting Wei Dayong to be so fierce and was shocked.
At this time, an old soldier who was putting on leg bandages nearby disagreed.
Although this old soldier is not tall, he is very strong.
The old soldier walked up to Wei Dayong, raised his head and stared into Wei Dayong's eyes.
Wei Dayong naturally refused to give in, and immediately lowered his head, with their noses almost touching.
The old soldier frowned and said, "Are the new recruits nowadays so arrogant? They dare to challenge the old soldiers right after they arrive?"
"Old soldiers are so great?" Wei Dayong said with his eyes wide open. "When I was in the 27th Division of the Central Army, I had just joined the army and dared to ask a veteran with three years of service to bring me water to wash my feet. Don't you accept it? I will beat him until he accepts it!"
"I told you you're fat, but you're really out of breath?" The old soldier asked in a deep voice, "Practice ?"
"Okay." Wei Dayong rolled up his sleeves and said with a sneer, "I'll give you three moves."
"You're looking for a fight!" The old soldier was furious and suddenly punched Wei Dayong in the chest.
Seeing this, Wang Ye shook his head. It seemed that this old soldier had practiced martial arts for a few years, but he was far inferior to Wei Dayong, the flower monk from Shaolin Temple.
Sure enough, Wei Dayong dodged it easily by just turning sideways.
"Wow, you're really good." The old soldier took a step back and his expression became serious.
Wei Dayong sneered and said, "Boy, with your mediocre skills, you need to practice more."
"You said my kung fu is mediocre? You are not much better than me, you bastard." After saying this, the old soldier crouched down and kicked Wei Dayong's lower body with a sweeping kick.
However, Wei Dayong just took a step back and easily avoided it.
The old soldier took a step forward and punched Wei Dayong in the chest again.
This time, Wei Dayong did not dodge and took the old soldier's punch.
There was a bang, but Wei Dayong didn't move at all, and the old soldier took a half step back instead.
Wang Ye couldn't help but grin when he saw it. Wei Dayong must have felt bad after receiving this scroll.
Sure enough, Wei Dayong's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he said viciously: "Boy, three moves have been made, now it's my turn!"
"Come on!" The old soldier knew he was no match for his opponent, but he was not afraid at all. He shouted, "Grandpa never takes advantage of others. I will give you three moves. Come on, come on."
"You're like this, and you still want me to make three moves?"
Wei Dayong sneered: "Take my punch first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Dayong punched him.
The old soldier subconsciously turned sideways, but failed to dodge.
There was a loud bang and the old soldier fell backwards.
The old soldier fell at least two meters and hit the wall heavily, causing the whole room to shake slightly, and then he collapsed softly to the ground against the wall.
Wei Dayong only used 50% of his strength in this punch.
But he still beat the old soldier half to death.
There were seven or eight other soldiers in the same dormitory. They quickly stepped forward to help the old soldier up, calling him "sergeant".
Wei Dayong spitted and said disdainfully: "You are just a piece of dough, and you dare to challenge me?"
Wei Dayong has now angered everyone. The independent regiment had suffered a great loss in the encounter a few days ago and was scolded by the boss as a piece of dough. Everyone in the regiment was holding their breath.
Wei Dayong's unintentional word "dough" stirred up a hornet's nest.
The eyes of seven or eight soldiers suddenly turned red. They turned around and stared at Wei Dayong .
"What are you doing?" Wei Dayong was not afraid at all, and shouted, "Do you still want to use your numbers to bully the minority? Come on, you are a bunch of dough-like things, I can pinch ten of them with one hand!"
"Fuck him!"
"beat him!"
"Get him!"
Seven or eight soldiers rushed forward, shouting.
In fact, there were more than seven or eight, because more soldiers rushed in from the gate and joined the battle. Wang Ye suspected that at least half a platoon of soldiers had joined the fight.
Wei Dayong is indeed very brave.
One person against half a platoon, and he didn't lose at all.
But after knocking down more than a dozen soldiers in succession, his old injuries probably affected his body, and his body froze, and he was immediately pinned to the ground by the soldiers who swarmed over him.
Wang Ye didn't dare to sit and watch the show anymore.
He immediately prepared to step forward to mediate the fight.
However, just as Wang Ye stood up, a ding sound rang in his ears.
"Ding! The main mission has been released. Join forces with Wei Dayong to defeat the guard company!"
"Huh?" Wang Ye stood there in a daze. Fighting with Wei Dayong?
How dare they release such a stupid task?
This system is a bit unorthodox.
