Under Song Lingyun's persuasion, Zhang Dabiao could be regarded as putting him down.

At this time, Song Lingyun had time to check the series of text prompts that had been swiped on the virtual screen.

[System prompt: Killed a Japanese officer.] Reward: Company-level command skill. 】

[System prompt: Killed a Japanese officer in Nakasa.] Reward: Platoon-level command skill. 】

[System prompt: Killed a Japanese officer in Nakasa.] Reward: Platoon-level command skill. 】

[System prompt: Killed a Japanese military officer.] Bonus: Class Command Skills. 】

[System prompt: Killed a Japanese soldier.] Rewards: +100 XP for Shooting, +30 for 6.5mm Bullets, 1 Energy Drink ✖️. 】

……

Song Lingyun took a look at the rewards that the system had swiped, and he found that there were quite a few little devils killed by this cannon.

The most important thing is that there are several commanders of the little devils who were killed, one big sa, two middle sa, and one young sa.

This can be said to be the destruction of the wing command post of the 3rd Wing of the 4th Brigade of the Japanese Army to the 1st Artillery Regiment.

However, the only thing that made Song Lingyun not very satisfied was how the rewards that these three little devil officers broke out, how could they be a little dry.

With just a few command skills, it doesn't seem to be useful.

It seems that it is not as realistic and useful as the reward of the ordinary soldier of the little devil who was killed.

However, at the moment, Song Lingyun has no time to care about this.

After putting Song Lingyun down, Zhang Dabiao immediately ordered excitedly: "The command post of the little devil has been blown up, and all the battalions have it, get bayonets, rush!" ”

"Kill—"

After the little devil's command post was blown up, the operational command would definitely fall into chaos, and Zhang Dabiao immediately led a battalion of soldiers to charge the little devil.

At this time, Li Yunlong, who was in the back, had just rushed up from behind with Wang Chengzhu.

Li Yunlong only heard a sudden explosion in front of him, and then he saw the soldiers of the first battalion, like tigers descending from the mountain, rushing towards the little devil.

Li Yunlong hurriedly picked up the binoculars and looked at the little devil's mountain, only to see that the little devil's command post was already burning with raging fire.

"Zhang Dabiao, this rabbit cub, how did he blow up the command post of the little devil?" Li Yunlong was very puzzled.

"Pillar, your sweet potatoes are burned, and people will rob them." Li Yunlong said to Wang Chengzhu.

"Captain! I don't have credit for this, but I also have hard work, right? Wang Chengzhu was dumbfounded.

"Don't talk to me, it's useless." Li Yunlong said: "The remaining two shells, you have to give Lao Tzu to use on the blade, otherwise, let alone the sweet potato burning, Lao Tzu will take you to make wine." ”

"Commander, when you say to fight, I will fight when I want, and I will definitely not waste it." Wang Chengzhu hurriedly said.

"I saw that the little devil's two heavy machine guns were not there, two shells, and the two heavy machine guns of the little devil were killed." Li Yunlong pointed to the little devil machine gun that was firing and said.

"No problem, head of the regiment, you have a good look." Wang Chengzhu hurriedly responded.

Then, with two other fighters, he quickly went to find a place to fire the cannonballs.

"Trumpeter, blow the trumpet! The whole regiment is on the bayonet and gives Lao Tzu a strike! Li Yunlong ordered loudly.

"Doot-doo-"

As soon as the trumpeter's trumpet sounded, all of a sudden, the soldiers of the new regiment rushed towards the place where the Japanese troops were located, all with rifles in their hands.

At this time, the first battalion, under the leadership of Zhang Dabiao, rushed to the command post of the little devil in one go.

After the Japanese command post was blown up, the three infantry brigades began to retreat in a panic.

The first battalion seized the opportunity and killed indiscriminately, killing the little devil crying and calling his mother.

Zhang Dabiao and others specially came to the command post of the little devil and checked the results of the battle.

The temporary command post built by the Japanese army out of trees has been blown to pieces, and several Japanese corpses are lying on the ground.

The soldiers turned over the corpses of these little devils with blood on their bodies and faces, and began to confirm the identities of these little devils.

"Battalion commander! One big Zuo, two middle Zuo, and one Shaozuo, I'll be able to shoot this shot. Song Lingyun said with a grin.

"Not bad!" Zhang Dabiao said happily: "You kid has a hand in this cannon, and he has a fight with Wang Chengzhu." ”

"Battalion commander, it's not me bragging to you!" Song Lingyun shook his head and said, "I don't have one hand, I have four hands!" ”

Song Lingyun pointed to the corpse of the little devil on the ground and said: "Four little devil adjutants in one shot, I dare not say that there is no one who will come later, but there is absolutely no ancient!" ”

"Who's bragging?" At this time, Li Yunlong also came up.

Hearing this voice, Song Lingyun hurriedly turned around and looked, sure enough, it was Li Yunlong.

Legends!

For Song Lingyun, who has seen the bright sword many times, he is too familiar with Li Yunlong.

Even, he can recite Li Yunlong's quotations.

"What the hell is the elite, Lao Tzu is the elite!"

"As long as I, Li Yunlong, am here, I won't leave a brother behind."

"When you meet our independent regiment, you meet a group of wild wolves, and in our eyes, any opponent who calls for a battle is a piece of meat in our mouths."

"Second Battalion Commander, where the fuck are your Italian artillery? Pull it up for Lao Tzu. ”

"No assists, all fucking main attack!"

"Even if there is only one person left in the independent regiment, it will continue to attack!"

"Fire! Fire! Fire! ”

……

Just when Song Lingyun was silently studying Li Yunlong's quotations, Li Yunlong began to talk to Zhang Dabiao.

"Zhang Dabiao, you kid can do it." Li Yunlong said to Zhang Dabiao: "Lao Tzu asked you to advance 300 meters, you kid is good, you have rushed out of 400 meters." ”

"Hey, hey!" Zhang Dabiao smiled and said, "Regiment commander, I'm really sorry, the brothers of our first battalion are charging too fiercely, and they can't stop at all. ”

"Huh!" Li Yunlong grinned, "You kid not only rushed far, but even robbed Lao Tzu's artillery work, Wang Chengzhu can say, if you don't give him two catties of sweet potatoes to burn, don't want to ask him for help in the future." ”

Hearing Li Yunlong say this, Song Lingyun almost laughed.

Would Wang Chengzhu say something like this?

Song Lingyun won't believe it if he kills him.

According to Song Lingyun's understanding of Li Yunlong, it was definitely Li Yunlong who began to promise Wang Chengzhu that if he blew up the command post of the little devil, he would give Wang Chengzhu two catties of sweet potatoes to burn.

Then, when Li Yunlong came up with Wang Chengzhu, the little devil's command post was blown up.

Li Yunlong estimated that he would burn these two catties of sweet potatoes and count them on Zhang Dabiao's head.

Zhang Dabiao also knows Li Yunlong very well, he said: "Commander, two catties of sweet potatoes to burn? I, Zhang Dabiao, don't have enough to drink, and in the future, our battalion will definitely not ask Wang Chengzhu for help. ”

"Commander, do you see it, a little devil Dazuo, two middle Zuo, and one Shaozuo."

Zhang Dabiao pointed to the corpse of the little devil on the ground, raised his head and said: "Our own gunners of the first battalion hit it!" Just one shell! ”

Li Yunlong: "......"