Upon hearing the brigade commander's words, the general thought for a moment and instantly understood Li Chang'an's idea.
"Li Yunlong is really lucky to have met such a good comrade."
With a sigh, the general immediately gave instructions to the brigade commander.
"Ask Li Yunlong how that old devil Sakata is doing. Will I be able to have dinner in Taiyuan tonight?"
The brigade commander, holding his headset, tuned to Li Yunlong's tank channel: "Calling Li Yunlong, calling Li Yunlong, this is the brigade commander. Have you broken through yet? How's that old devil Sakata doing?"
As Li Yunlong drove his tank, circling in the sky, he heard the voice in his earpiece and spoke.
"Reporting to the brigade commander, I am currently on my way to Taiyuan City. That old Japanese devil Sakata has been blown to bits."
"The entire Cangyun Ridge has been largely wiped out; the Sakata Regiment has been completely annihilated."
Upon hearing this, the brigade commander immediately burst into laughter.
To be able to resolve the battle so quickly, that bastard Li Yunlong must have been firing cannons like they were free.
This bastard, ever since he heard Li Chang'an's saying, "When you're poor, use tactical flanking maneuvers; when you're rich, bomb me," he's started researching artillery barrage tactics.
Thinking of this, the brigade commander immediately ordered, "Li Yunlong, the commander said that we will have dinner in Taiyuan City tonight."
"Don't you dare use artillery fire when you get to Taiyuan. There are still our civilians inside."
"I order you to use only machine guns and cannons, and not tank cannons. Otherwise, if you fire one shot, not only will you wipe out the Japanese devils, but you will also wipe out the people of Taiyuan."
Upon hearing this, Li Yunlong grinned and then spoke.
“Brigade Commander, if we don’t use artillery, we’ll have to fight the Japanese in urban warfare. Although I have more than a thousand tanks, the New First Regiment is a bit short-handed when it comes to urban warfare.”
"It's alright. You surround Taiyuan first, and I'll bring the boss and the others to join you now."
After saying that, the brigade commander ordered Kong Jie to leave a battalion behind to watch over the supplies and aircraft.
The others, carrying soldiers from the Eighth Army, boarded tanks and flew towards Taiyuan City.
The CEO, sitting inside the tank, watched it slowly rise and fell into deep thought.
To be honest, he still feels like he's dreaming today.
Even now, he still feels that his day was somewhat illogical.
Meanwhile, Cheng the Blind Man, who was responsible for staying behind, rubbed his eyes vigorously.
He had never seen a tank that could fly in his entire life.
Seeing this, he felt both happy and sad.
What makes me happy is that I will have tank artillery support when I fight in the future, and I can also fly in the sky. Now I don't have to worry about the Japanese planes bombing me anymore.
What's sad is why Li Yunlong and Kong Jie, those two simpletons, could encounter such good things.
However, their own 771st Regiment, as a main force regiment, did not encounter such a good thing.
He also wanted a tank.
Watching the brigade commander skillfully operate the tank, the general coughed twice and then prepared to speak.
I was about to say "Wishing you prosperity," but then I felt it wasn't quite appropriate.
After all, this thing wasn't exactly a spoil of war, but rather a donation from a young comrade.
There are no regulations requiring donated weapons to be handed over.
Besides, to be honest, tanks wouldn't be of much use to him.
The buttons on it are densely packed and light up, making it look colorful and even giving the boss a dizzying feeling.
Not to mention that using these tanks requires the brigade commander's authorization to start them, so even if they are handed over, without the brigade commander's consent, they are just a pile of scrap metal.
However, thinking of the troops in other places, the commander still braced himself and asked in a relatively amiable tone.
"Old Chen, how do you plan to use these tanks?"
"Although I also wanted to stay in the 129th Division, my other comrades were not doing well either, and they lacked weapons and ammunition."
"The tanks that our comrades sent have unlimited ammunition, so even if we send one to another friendly force, it will greatly improve their lives."
"After all, we are all fighting against the Japanese. I don't want other soldiers to risk their lives with broadswords in the face of enemy bullets."
The brigade commander looked at the general and laughed.
"Boss, don't worry, I'm aware of that."
"After we finish fighting in Taiyuan, I'll have Kong Jie and Li Yunlong each take a thousand tanks and send them to Yan'an so that headquarters can distribute these weapons."
The brigade commander wasn't stupid either; he took out two-thirds of the tanks and sent them to headquarters, which would shut most people up.
As for how the headquarters allocates resources, that's none of his business.
Moreover, although I only left a thousand tanks, it was enough to drive the Japanese out of China.
Thinking about what Li Chang'an did in the island nation, the brigade commander also wanted to repeat it.
The brigade commander really enjoyed bombing island nations.
The boss nodded upon hearing this, and then continued, "Remember, it must be handed over to Yan'an in the names of Li Yunlong and Kong Jie, and you must also publicize that it is a donation from Comrade Li Chang'an, so as not to disappoint the young comrade."
"Although they are from a different world than us, we should still take into account the thoughts of our younger comrades."
"After liberation, we must erect a monument for Comrade Xiao to commemorate his contributions."
Upon hearing this, the brigade commander remembered something and immediately took out a brand-new notebook from his pocket.
"The young comrade said that although he could not see the leaders, he still hoped that the leaders and division commanders could sign their names in the notebook and write a few words for him."
"This is his dream; he has always hoped to say a few words to you all his life."
The boss and the division commander laughed heartily upon hearing this.
They are not afraid of death; they are afraid that what they have done will be forgotten.
Hearing a younger generation from the future admire him so much naturally makes him quite happy.
The boss picked up a pen, wrote his name on the notebook, and then wrote a line of poetry.
Who dares to stand in his way!
The division commander then picked up a pen and wrote his name, followed by the inscription: "Presented to Comrade Li Chang'an in 1942, to express gratitude for Comrade Li Chang'an's contributions to the motherland."
The brigade commander looked at the notebook and wrote his name down as well.
After he finished writing it, he planned to ask that person for an autograph when he sent the tank to Yan'an.
I reckon that person will probably sign their name out of respect for these two thousand tanks.
While the boss was signing the document, Li Yunlong had already appeared in the sky above Taiyuan.
Yoshio Shinotsuka stared blankly at the tanks in the sky.
"Baka? What is this thing?"
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