Cui Dayong received a message from Xiao Zhangzhuang early in the morning, saying that someone would come to visit the guerrillas today, hoping that the guerrillas would be ready, Cui Dayong knew what the messenger meant by the preparation, which was nothing more than sending those foreign devils and foreigners to the meeting point, the other party's things were ready, and the rest was the normal transaction between the two sides.

As the person in charge of the guerrillas, Cui Dayong used all his strength, but with the construction of the artillery tower, the scope of the guerrillas' activities became smaller and smaller, and now they were suppressed into the mountains. If it weren't for this, he would not have exchanged those big-nosed foreigners for this batch of arms and supplies, and half a year has passed since the guerrilla formation has been formed, and there are only a dozen long and short guns among the more than 100 people, and most of the team members still use cold weapons such as broadswords and spears.

Cui Dayong also wanted to apply for firearms and ammunition from his superiors, but the regular troops of the Eighth Route Army now have no extra weapons and ammunition, which means that the guerrillas need to find their own way to solve the materials they need. "Captain, the lookout post on the mountain has put down two news trees, it should be the guest you said is coming" As soon as Cui Dayong picked up his breakfast, the messenger pony ran in, fanning the wind with his military hat, and panting to deliver a message to Cui Dayong.

The guerrillas did not have decent equipment, so they had to make three message trees on the slopes of the mountain pass, and when their own people returned, they would bring down one tree, and when the enemy came, they would bring down three, and when guests came, as they did today, two message trees would be brought down. The pony who had been staring at the news tree at the entrance of the village saw the news tree that was put down on the slope, so he naturally ran back and reported it to Cui Dayong, who was only 15 years old, and was very happy about the work that Cui Dayong gave him.

"Tell everyone to gather, let's go out to welcome the guests" Cui Dayong poured his sweet potato porridge into his stomach after a few sips, wiped his mouth with his hands casually, picked up the pistol on the table and went out with the pony. There was a winding mountain road between the mountain pass and the guerrilla station, and it looked like it was right in front of you, but it was not close, and it took 15 minutes from the time the pony saw the message tree being put down to the time when all the guerrillas were assembled. It wasn't until the whole team was completed that Cui Dayong saw two three-wheeled motorcycles speeding on the mountain road.

For those guerrillas, the three-wheeled motorcycle was a foreign thing, and as soon as the two abrupt noises on the mountain road drove into the guerrilla camp, everyone rushed to watch. There were a total of four people on the two motorcycles, and they not only wore steel helmets on their heads, but also motorcycle goggles on their faces, and their clothes made of thick canvas in army green looked a little strange.

After they got off the motorcycle, the guerrillas' attention shifted from the car to them, and the four of them not only had the submachine guns on their backs, but each of them also had a pistol fixed to their thighs, four submachine gun clips in the cowhide bullet pouch on their chests, and four grenades in the cloth bullet pouch on their waists.

"Captain Cui, your road here is too narrow, our truck transporting weapons can't get in, did you send someone to bring back the things on the car, I left someone to guard it, it's Yan Wudao who came to you last time, your people should know him, right?" Zhao Zhi took off the goggles on his face, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Cui Dayong, "This is the list of weapons on the truck, you can take a look first, if you don't think it's enough, we can still raise it, but it will take some time"

Cui Dayong took the piece of paper handed over by Zhao Zhi in disbelief, just took a cursory glance, and was taken aback by what was recorded on it, good guy, there are as many as 6 machine guns alone, as well as a heavy machine gun and a mortar, plus 180 rifles and 6 50 grenadiers and a large number of bullets, Cui Dayong feels that he is the happiest person in the world. If such weapons and equipment are placed in the regular troops of the Eighth Route Army, the minimum must be regimental firepower, but now he only has a hundred people, even if he has a gun per person, it will not be used up.

Zhao Zhi didn't know what Cui Dayong was thinking at this time, he just looked at the guerrilla station as if he was bored, and Ye Kong, who was holding a sniper rifle, followed him one step at a time. "Leaf, what do you think of their camp? If you were to bring people to attack here, how many people do you think would be needed? How much time to take here? Zhao Zhi pointed at the guerrilla camp with the branch in his hand, and there was a bit of a point in it.

"If you want me to say, give me 30 soldiers, plus two machine guns and two grenadiers, it will take about half an hour" Ye Kong pondered for a while and gave Zhao Zhi an answer. Zhao Zhi and Ye Kong spoke a little loudly, and the content of what they said was listened to by Cui Dayong and Xiao Ma, and Cui Dayong, who was immersed in great joy, directly blocked the conversation between Zhao Zhi and Ye Kong. There were two guys standing beside him, and they let them say whatever they wanted, and they had nothing to lose anyway.

But Xiao Ma was unwilling, he was young and competitive at this age, and when he heard the conversation between Zhao Zhi and Ye Kong, he couldn't help but straighten his military hat and walked over with his chest straight. "Hey, I said you two cowhides don't blow too much, and I'm not afraid that the wind will flash your tongues" The pony looked at Zhao Zhi and Ye Kong with disdain, and turned around with his hands behind his back to leave.

"Hey, boy, you don't seem convinced, do you?" Ye Kong's face stiffened, and he could stand the ridicule of the little guy in front of him, who was obviously a milky hairy child, and actually pretended to be an adult to teach himself and Zhao Zhi a lesson, and these people in the mountains were too rude. You must know that these people are here to send them weapons and ammunition, not those soldiers and imperial troops outside the mountain.

The pony who was caught by Ye Kong's arm struggled desperately, but he would be Ye Kong's opponent, and after seeing that the struggle was ineffective, the little guy simply held his mouth and began to cry. While sobbing, he kicked Ye Kong, who was grabbing him, with his foot, "If you bully people, you know how to bully children, and you have the ability to beat little devils like our captain, what kind of ability is bullying me?" The tears that came from the pony opened the eyes of Zhao Zhi and Ye Kong, especially Zhao Zhi, those big stars in the previous life probably couldn't cry like this, this little guy in front of him can be called a living treasure, and he is compared with Luo Ying.