Five hundred meters north of the 129th Division station.

A team that is extraordinary in terms of equipment and military appearance and military discipline is getting ready to go.

At the front of the procession, there are a dozen or so soldiers with serious expressions, holding torches, and are responsible for lighting the work.

They are the spy company that has just finished the pledge meeting.

The man in the lead is nearly one meter eight tall, with a strong and burly figure, and the gray military uniform can't hide his muscles full of strength.

He has a resolute countenance, and his trademark one-eyed eye exudes a sense of fierceness.

The whole person exudes a faint murderous aura, looking like no one is close.

The warriors behind him were also well-proportioned and healthy, looking lean and sturdy.

One by one, they stood up straight, and their mental outlook alone was far beyond that of ordinary troops.

It is worth mentioning that the weapons and equipment carried by these people are very luxurious, even compared with the teaching corps of the year.

In the warehouses of the 129th Division, there were 3 flower machines and 72 hand-held machine guns.

The so-called flower machine refers to the Qingdao-made MP18 submachine gun, while the hand-held machine gun refers to the Jin-made Thomson submachine gun.

Originally, the 75 submachine guns had very little ammunition, and the stock was only 310 rounds.

On average, each submachine gun can get less than 5 rounds of ammunition, which is basically not worth combat.

So for a long time, most of these weapons were just window dressing.

If it weren't for the Yellow River, they would have been sent to the rear for research.

But since Huanghe had a military factory that was recognized by the system, he used this military factory to replenish various types of bullets.

"That is to say, the factory that is being built by the Eight Classics can make things in reality, and the system can also provide a portion, double the happiness."

Naturally, these submachine guns were also on the list of replenished weapons, and although they didn't replenish much of the ammunition stock in just one month, they were enough to support the consumption of a small campaign.

After the team had distributed the two submachine guns mentioned above, the remaining fighters were carrying Mosin Nagant, who Huang Huang had brought back last time.

Moreover, the entire spy company also has a 10-round shell gun.

After thinking that they might encounter the devil's firepower, their team even carried a 60-mm mortar and thirty rounds of artillery shells.

The 60 mortar was not weak, and the firing range was relatively long, enough for several small clashes.

Mortars compensate for the lack of range of submachine guns and shell guns, and can effectively hit the devil's heavy machine guns and grenadiers.

Because the organization did not give them logistical support for this operation, all the consumption and supplies along the way had to be carried by themselves.

However, these warriors are veterans of a hundred battles, and they are strong and strong, and they can bear more weight than ordinary warriors.

Each person in the team also carried at least five offensive grenades with wooden handles, depending on their own situation.

Compared with the ordinary infantry in the regular army, the soldiers of the special service company can be said to be armed to the teeth!

Just as the spy company was about to embark on its journey, the one-eyed man in the lead seemed to hear something, and he turned his head to look to the right.

In the distance, a man with a torch ran to the position of the spy company in a hurry, shouting loudly as he ran.

"Lao Zheng! Lao Zheng! Wait for me! I am the staff officer assigned to you by the headquarters! ”

As we all know, Li Yunlong started as a commando.

When he first joined the army, he often took the lead in large and small battles, leading soldiers to carry out various assault missions.

Even though Li Yunlong later became the head of the regiment, this habit was still retained.

After that, those political commissars who had partnered with Li Yunlong advised him that now that his identity is different, don't risk his life again.

But this big old man always stared at each other with big eyes with copper bells, and patted his chest and boasted:

"Lao Tzu is the best assaulter in the whole division, it would be a waste if I didn't go to the battlefield, no one knows how to assault better than me!"

But in the 129th Division, there is still a person who convinces him, and this person is Zheng Qiying.

Whether it is fist and foot kung fu or marksmanship, Li Yunlong is not that man's opponent.

Looking at Li Yunlong, who rushed over from afar, this familiar figure evoked Zheng Qiying's memories of his early years.

For this old comrade-in-arms who dares to fight and rush, he still admires it very much.

During the period of the Fourth Front Army, the two worked together to complete dozens of assault missions.

Those experiences of birth and death made them trust each other very much.

Looking at Li Yunlong, who was obviously fully armed and ready to go to battle, Zheng Qiying's face couldn't help but show an ugly smile.

"Li Yunlong, I really didn't expect that the staff officer sent by the headquarters would be you! But it's okay, I'm not worried if someone else comes over. ”

"But why are you getting worse and worse? Some time ago, I heard that you went to the logistics department to raise pigs, why are you coming to me as a staff officer now? ”

Facing the ridicule of the old captain, Li Yunlong waved his hand and said helplessly:

"You Lao Zheng, this is a full man, I don't know how hungry a man is hungry! Can the logistics department be a place for me to stay? In order to participate in this mission, I am about to kowtow to the division commander! ”

"Huang He, Zhang Wanhe: Scold again!"

"Although it is said that the staff officer does not have a commander and the fart does not make a sound, it is better than nesting in the rear!"

Seeing that Li Yunlong was not exhausted by the comfortable days, he was still so eager for the battlefield.

Zheng Yingqi patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, then turned around and introduced the temporary staff officer to the soldiers of the special service company.

Li Yunlong, who joined the team, looked at the soldiers around him, and the familiar feeling and familiar taste made his whole body extremely transparent!

If he was still the regiment commander, it would be impossible to participate in this rescue mission. Is it appropriate for the commander of a main regiment to follow the spy company to travel hundreds of kilometers to carry out a mission?

Of course not! It was the work of a platoon commander and a company commander, and it was a violation of discipline to go to his rank.

But now it's different!

He, Li Yunlong, was on orders, and no brigade commander put a tight spell on him, and his mood was as beautiful as eating bee feces.

The soldiers were all dressed in brand-new gray cotton coats and thick cotton trousers, with cold cotton hats tightly covering their heads, and only a pair of eyes leaking out.

Even the boots on their feet are custom-made by the logistics department working overtime, which not only has excellent thermal insulation ability but also is waterproof.

The dry food carried is the traditional fried noodles of our army.

It can be eaten directly, but the taste is generally a little dry. It is best to brew with water, stirring into a paste for the best taste.

It's time to go!

The first resting point of the special service company was more than 80 miles away from the division headquarters, and it was no small challenge to march on a cold and snowy night.

Fortunately, it was late in the winter daybreak, and they had enough time to reach their destination before the sun came out.