Chapter 47: Seizure

The system's voice sounded again.

"Because the Host achieved the first kill, the first kill reward is completed, and the system grants a points reward."

"YES!" Jiang Anguo couldn't help but say it in English.

Xiao Si asked puzzled, "Young Master, what does 'yes' mean?"

"Nothing, just I'm very happy," Jiang Anguo said with a smile.

The reward for killing a Japanese pilot was that large; Jiang Anguo later learned it was because he killed a Japanese pilot that the reward was so high—if it had been an ordinary infantryman, the reward wouldn't have been that high.

In just that short time, Jiang Anguo earned the points.

If exchanged for ammunition, that's enough for 240,000 rounds of 7.92 mm ammunition, enough for a good while.

Soon, Mi Long and his party found the crashed plane; truly lucky, a pine tree had shielded it a bit.

"Platoon Leader, there's one still alive," the soldier who went up to inspect shouted.

"Be careful, Er Gou has already seized the opponent's weapons," Mi Long said.

"Alright, Platoon Leader."

Everyone was afraid to interact with Mi Long at first, but now they're getting along, having accepted Mi Long.

Mi Long is also the only Platoon Leader among all the non‑commissioned officers who carries an MG42; ordinary Platoon Leaders usually prefer an MP40 or a 98k rifle, but only Mi Long carries an MG42.

The key is that Mi Long doesn't mind the fatigue; he likes this guy and can even carry two 300‑round ammo boxes himself.

Er Gou looked at the unconscious pilot in the rear, blood still on his head, placed his hand under the nose to probe, found he was still alive, but Er Gou immediately pulled a pistol from the pilot.

He then saw the pilot in the front, felt his body, and also pulled out a pistol.

"Platoon Leader, found two Turtle Boxes."

South 14th Model Pistol, 8‑round capacity, also called Turtle Box.

"Very good, alright, bring the people and the plane back," Mi Long was overjoyed.

Those who came with Mi Long were also thrilled; this is a plane after all!

They didn't know the model, but it was still impressive!

They shot the plane down with rifles; if that happened to them, they'd be bragging about it for a lifetime.

Jiang Anguo looked at Mi Long in surprise; he couldn't understand how Mi Long, with about forty people, managed to bring back this Mitsubishi Type 97 Command Reconnaissance Plane along with the people and the wreckage.

Only after Jiang Anguo asked the system did he learn the aircraft model; the damage wasn't severe—just the wing was smashed, and with some repairs it might even be flyable.

Of course, Jiang Anguo wouldn't dare fly it. Moreover, the system offers fighter planes at a cheap price—1000 points per aircraft, including the BF109, FW190, P40, P47, and even the Zero, all for just 1000 points. But Jiang Anguo has nowhere to house a plane; he could exchange for pilots directly, yet he knows a fighter isn't that simple—it also requires compatible parts and so on.

Thus the logistics system would need to be huge; he doesn't even have a single Territory.

He even wondered, if he exchanged for a Zero, would the Japanese be disgusted?

"Camp Commander, this is a pistol seized from a Japanese," Mi Long handed a South 14th Model Pistol to Jiang Anguo.

Jiang Anguo twirled the pistol in his hand, removed the magazine, saw it was full, and said casually, "There's another one!"

Mi Long chuckled, pulling another pistol from his clothing.

"Remember, from now on all seized supplies must be turned in."

"Yes, Camp Commander."

Jiang Anguo nodded, reloaded the magazines, tossed both pistols to Mi Long, "Here you go, take them."

"Thank you, Camp Commander."

It was still his first time seeing a corpse up close; indeed the Japanese pilot was hit by two bullets—Jiang Anguo shot the head, Jiang Chao shot the body.

"Check whether the Japanese has any notebook or the like; send over everything that can be taken from the plane; also send this Japanese pilot to Lei Ao, I still have use for him, don't kill him completely," Jiang Anguo said.

"Yes, Camp Commander."

Many people were seeing a Japanese prisoner for the first time, curious about what a Japanese looks like, expecting something else, but it turned out to be just two eyes and a nose.

Jiang Anguo seized the chance, saying, "Look, I've shot the Japanese down from the sky; I ask you, do you have confidence to defeat the Japanese?"

"Yes."

Jiang Anguo seized the moment well, rallying the soldiers' morale.

"However, your performance still doesn't satisfy me. The time you spent dodging the plane and the panic level could have killed you many times. From now on I'll conduct irregular training; be mentally prepared," Jiang Anguo said with a mischievous grin.

Seeing that some soldiers weren't dressed, he thought that once fighters and bombers arrive, clothing doesn't matter; having weapons does.

The troops didn't quite understand the Camp Commander's irregular training, but the upcoming week would wear them out.

Soon the reconnaissance plane and everything on the little Japanese were taken out; Jiang Anguo first grabbed the Flight Log, and indeed, especially the part about the pilot at the back, Jiang Anguo could read the map drawn there even without knowing Japanese.

Moreover, it was a map of Wandian, Tengchong, Baoshan, Longling and other regions; the Japanese aren't fools.

The British blamed their war failure on insufficient intelligence, while the Japanese also gathered as much intelligence as possible before each war.

Jiang Anguo stacked the useful items he collected, gave them to Xiao Si, "Xiao Si, bring these to my desk in a moment."

"Yes, sir," Xiao Si, now Jiang Anguo's aide, replied.

He also carried an MP40 on his back and a Luger P38 Pistol at his waist.

He looked fine, with a proper bearing, quite spirited.

After checking again several times and confirming that the remaining pens and such were of no use to him, Jiang Anguo had Mi Long sort those items.

For the soldiers, Japanese items were still novel; soon everything was divided, even the two Japanese flight jackets were split up.

The plane could only be set aside for now; Jiang Anguo assigned personnel to guard it, preventing other Japanese reconnaissance planes from spotting it.

At the same time he ordered the Engineer Company facing Baoshan to watch for enemy aircraft; Liu Sheng's unit, positioned highest, could spot Japanese planes at first sight—within ten kilometers, a fighter would zip by in an instant.

The Expeditionary Force set out for Myanmar hoping to rely on the British armored troops and the Anglo‑American Forces' fighters, but both proved useless; it was solely the Expeditionary Force's lives and rifles that saved the British.