Chapter 434

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Protagonist:

Lv Muzhi

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Qiu Qingquan crouched down, pointing at the map with his finger, saying: "Colonel Kong, you wouldn't be just making fun of me, would you? This place on the map is clearly a mountainous area!"

"My scouts didn't tell me there was a path here either."

Kong Jie shook his index finger: "No, no, no, there really is a trail near here; it's an important transportation line for us to break through the Japanese blockade."

"If it were that easy for you to find, I, Kong Jie, would have died several times over."

Hearing this, Qiu Qingquan's eyes lit up: "So you mean this is a road that doesn't exist on the map at all? Even the Japanese haven't figured it out?"

Kong Jie chuckled, tapping his pipe bowl against the sole of his shoe.

"That's natural; only an old guerrilla veteran who has fought here for years knows this mountain path, or an old herb gatherer."

"Even if I point it out to you now, you still wouldn't find the exact location."

"Entering from that place, at first it's covered in thorns, but after walking dozens of steps, it suddenly opens up."

"Zoumalin, Zoumalin. Why is it called Zoumalin? Because you can ride horses on the mountain ridge!"

"The little devils don't know how to get up there; they only set up a position halfway up Zoumalin. Back then, Lao Li and I used that passage to give the little devils several heavy blows!"

"If we go around from here, it's like stabbing the 36th Division right in the butt, enough to make that old devil Jing Guanren drink a pot."

Qiu Qingquan listened with surging emotions, not in the mood to ask who that Lao Li was.

He grabbed Kong Jie's arm, speaking sincerely: "Colonel Kong, I really came to the right place this time; this is what we call fate!"

"Please have Colonel Kong's subordinates come with me for a trip, lead the way, and help me break through this Zoumalin pass."

Kong Jie looked at the ten neat trucks in the distance, his throat moved, but he didn't agree immediately.

This passage is a secret supply line of the Eighth Route Army.

If we sell this transportation line for the supplies of ten trucks, we would probably be making a mistake.

Qiu Qingquan saw through this Colonel Kong's mind at a glance and immediately patted his chest.

"Colonel Kong, let's put it plainly. As long as we can break through Zoumalin and defeat the 36th Division, I don't want a single gun or bullet from the Japanese!"

"Whether it's Type 38 rifles or Type 92 infantry guns, they all go to your Independent Regiment; that's the equipment of an entire division!"

Kong Jie's eyes widened instantly, and he subconsciously asked: "Is this true? That's the household belongings of an entire division!"

"I, Qiu Qingquan, am at least a Lieutenant General and Army Commander; a gentleman's word is hard to take back!" Qiu Qingquan responded loudly.

Kong Jie wasted no more words, turned around and ran toward the Independent Regiment headquarters, his feet as if stepping on wind.

Qiu Qingquan followed behind: "Colonel Kong! Don't go..."

At the Independent Regiment headquarters, Kong Jie directly called Brigade Commander Chen Geng.

"Brigade Commander? It's me, Kong Jie! Brigade Commander, I congratulate you on striking it rich!"

On the other end of the phone, 386th Brigade Commander Chen Geng heard these words and asked:

"Strike it rich? Strike what kind of rich? It's almost New Year's Eve; you brat wouldn't be asking me for New Year's money, would you?"

Kong Jie grinned widely, covered the mouthpiece, and lowered his voice: "This time it's really a big fortune! A Japanese division's equipment, the 36th Division!"

"Youth Army Colonel Qiu is right here with me; he promised that as long as we break through Zoumalin, the equipment all goes to us!"

The opposite side remained silent for a full five seconds.

"Is this true?"

"No jokes in the army!"

Chen Geng took a deep breath on the other end of the phone, the joy in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and warned:

"Kong Jie, if you dare to tease me with this kind of thing, I'll send you straight to Headquarters to be a groom!"

"How could that be, Great Brigade Commander? Such a great opportunity, I'm the first to report to you, it's just... Youth Army Colonel Qiu wants to borrow our transportation line!"

Chen Geng laughed: "So it's Qiu Qingquan; he's my junior from Whampoa Second Phase! Tell him to wait, I'll go right away!"

That evening, inside the temporary headquarters of the Youth Second Army.

Qiu Qingquan met his old senior classmate, 386th Brigade Commander Chen Geng.

Chen Geng heard there was an opportunity to "strike it rich" and rushed over without stopping.

Not only did he bring Kong Jie's Independent Regiment, but also Cheng Xiazi's 772nd Regiment, plus his own Death-Defying First Column.

Gray figures of the Eighth Route Army covered the mountains and fields.

Qiu Qingquan ordered to start cooking; guests are guests, and besides, they came to help, and they are old classmates of Commander Lu, so we must treat the Eighth Route brothers to something good.

Qiu Qingquan watched the more than six thousand Eighth Route brothers eating dry food with their heads down, every one of them with grease all over their mouths, and he was stunned, unable to help suspecting whether Chen Geng had brought people over to mooch a meal.

He asked with a smile: "Old senior classmate, I just wanted to ask for a guide; isn't your show of force a bit too much?"

Chen Geng stood with hands on his hips, pushing his glasses.

"Junior Qiu, oh no, Colonel Qiu, you can't put it that way."

"If we just bring a guide and take a division's equipment from them, wouldn't I, Chen Geng, have become a black shop operator?"

"I'm not like your Lady Song and Boss Kong."

Qiu Qingquan could only smile helplessly.

Chen Geng continued: "Although the Youth Army looks down on Japanese equipment, I certainly won't take it for nothing!"

"The 36th Division is the mortal enemy of our Eighth Route Army! Whoever fights the 36th Division, my 386th Brigade will definitely help out."

"In mountain warfare, your Youth Army's tanks and firepower can't be used effectively; you still need us."

"Just watch, see how my Eighth Route Army bypasses Zoumalin and gives the Thirty-Sixth Division a rear attack!"

Since Chen Geng personally took command, Qiu Qingquan naturally jumped at the chance.

"Good! Since Brigade Commander Chen has this intention, then I thank you!"

"I'm sending a Firepower Battalion to assist you, carrying portable supporting firepower, striving to settle everything in one battle!"

Two armies of different faiths, at this moment for the same target, silently converged together.

Night fell, the mountain wind howling among the rocks.

Kong Jie's Independent Regiment and Cheng Xiazi's nd Regiment took the lead ahead, silently walking along a mountain path.

The soldiers' tattered cotton robes had already been torn to shreds by thorns.

Fortunately, after passing through a patch of thorns, the view ahead opened up; though the land was not flat and open, horses could still run, and three people walking abreast was no problem.

Cheng Xiazi ran with sweat pouring down his head, seeing Kong Jie leaping swiftly, he couldn't help but whisper and scold: "Kong Erliangzi, slow down! No one's racing you!"

Kong Jie didn't look back, laughing hehe: "That's not certain! I warn you! This deal was brought in by me, so when you distribute equipment later, don't reach too far, make clear who comes first!"

"If you dare to snatch from me, don't blame me Kong Jie for turning hostile and not recognizing people!"

Cheng Xiazi shook his head, thinking this Kong Jie really was like a dog guarding its food, turning his head to look toward the Youth Army Firepower Battalion behind.

These Youth Army soldiers wore German Steel Helmets, the weapons on their backs looked strange yet exceptionally fierce.

Some soldiers carried thick tubes, some soldiers hung submachine guns.

And what most piqued Cheng Xiazi's curiosity was that nine-tube cannon on a shelf, relying on two rubber wheels, pulled along by the Youth Army soldiers.

Cheng Xiazi went over, reached out and patted that ice-cold tube, looking fresh-faced.

"Little brother, this thing looks like a panpipe, what cannon is it? Is it effective?"

That Youth Army soldier smiled: "Commander, this is a 107mm Rocket Launcher, our specially modified portable nine-tube version, we also have the 132mm caliber kind, with more tubes, but that kind isn't portable!"

"In one breath it can spit out nine rocket shells, light weight......"

A Youth Army Second Lieutenant walked over: "Keep it down, pay attention to military discipline!"

Kong Jie also joined in the clamor: "That's right, Cheng Xiazi, if you expose us, the Brigade Commander won't let you off!"

That Youth Army soldier saw the Second Lieutenant leave, and softly said to Cheng Xiazi: "We're going to circle behind for a sneak attack, this thing is really useful, you'll understand later."

Cheng Xiazi listened with saliva swallowing, a cannon two people could pull—wasn't that just right for guerrilla warfare?

The column unknowingly had already crossed the mountain ridge, winding forward, like a poisonous snake coiled in the dark, sliding toward the throat of the Thirty-Sixth Division.