The sudden popping up of the system subtitles made Chen Fan stunned, he settled down, and first looked at the benefits of this piecemeal transaction.

200,000 points, 500 barrels of canned pork.

Up to 200,000 points, which is not bad, no, it should be said that it is very good, there is a fifth of the killing of Ikeda Kuichi, but ambushing a group of devils Kwantung Army squadron, this is obviously much easier than going five hundred miles to attack Ikeda Kuichi from a distance.

Ambush warfare, prepare in advance, occupy the geographical advantage of the day, have a good chance of winning without intention, and the devils have always been arrogant, the devils from the northeast have not been beaten by the guerrillas, and the arrogance is even worse, if the preparation is good, they can even play a high battle loss ratio.

In this era, most of the marches were on foot or unarmored trucks, and if there were high-end goods such as anti-infantry mines, especially the Russians who were tens of kilograms, hundreds of thousands of steel balls in them, and large men with a killing range of hundreds of meters, they could even play a record of tens to one.

However...

No!

Not to mention the big guys, the small goods used by the Yankees in the Vietnam War will not be exchanged.

But the five hundred barrels of canned pork in the back made the corners of Chen Fan's eyes twitch, and he lost control on the spot...

Kill 500 devils and puppet army, and reward 500 barrels of pork·····

Does it feel like fighting monsters·····

Should this combat operation be defined as a pig-killing operation?

"Brother Chen Fan?"

Seeing that Chen Fan was stunned and didn't move for a long time, Li Yunlong couldn't help but exclaim.

"Meat? No problem! It's not too difficult to get some of this."

Chen Fan came back to his senses from his inner complaint, looked at Li Yunlong, and smiled: "However, our friendship is friendship, business is business, and the amount of meat to give you a group must not be small, it just so happens that I have a business here, and I will come to talk to you in detail in a few days."

"Well, I love to hear that"

Li Yunlong nodded happily.

There is no such thing as a free lunch.

Last time, 500 tons of cotton, 300 tons of cotton cloth, and more than 100 tons of weapons and ammunition were paid for him to go 500 miles to the area where the devils were heavily armed to attack and kill Ikeda Kuichi, and he almost did this with his head.

In the event of a major accident, no one can save him.

Fortunately, there were no major accidents, the assault company went smoothly, and although the troops receiving it suffered casualties, it was within an acceptable range.

Li Yunlong had already learned about the situation of Su Jigang's assault company in the new regiment.

"I'll give you five barrels of canned meat to taste when it's delivered, and if you're satisfied, we'll settle down first..." Chen Fan said.

"Five?"

Li Yunlong was immediately unhappy: "Brother, why are you suddenly so slammed, this is not like you, where is five enough, there are more than 1,000 people in my independent regiment, not to mention one person, at least let the soldiers of the whole regiment taste it."

"Otherwise, I have seventy classes in the whole group, give me a taste of each class, and my brothers know the taste of meat, and they will be more energetic in the next business."

"With hope, work is not the energy..."

At the end, Li Yunlong appeared with his signature shy and honest smile.

"It's a bucket, not a one"

Chen Fan emphasized with a serious face: "It's not the kind of little devil who has a round canned bean dice, it's a bucket that can hold two hundred catties of meat, five is already a lot, no matter how much, I don't have it."

"A can that can hold two hundred pounds?"

Li Yunlong exclaimed in surprise: "Haha, my brother is really a real person, I was abrupt just now."

At this time, Grand Master Li flashed a series of numbers in his heart...

Two hundred catties of canned meat, even if there is only half of the meat, that is a hundred catties of meat, five, no, five barrels, that is five hundred catties of meat, the top three good fat pigs!

It is enough for the more than 800 soldiers of the whole regiment to eat a good meal of meat.

In the thirties and forties, there was no super pig in China that grew an average of one pound a day in later generations, and there was no special ratio of food to feed Jinkela, people even barely fed themselves, and pigs could only eat water hyacinth or pigweed, which did not have much nutrition, and a pig could grow one hundred and thirty or forty pounds a year to make people ecstatic.

A pig with 150 pounds of meat can already be called a good big fat pig.

"Then I'll send it to you when you get to the regiment headquarters" Glancing at the soldiers of the Independent Regiment, Chen Fan said.

It was about ten o'clock in the morning, and it was only twenty miles away from Yang Village, and even if most of them were wounded, the members of the Independent Regiment could rush back to the Yang Village station before four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Brother Chen Fan, why don't you come back tomorrow to deliver the goods?"

Li Yunlong still smiled with a shy face, "I just fought a fierce battle with the devil, and the casualties were very large, even the soldiers who were not injured were very tired, and they couldn't spare anyone to carry them today."

"Okay, no problem" Chen Fan nodded.

Anyway, he has nothing to do, and the system doesn't let him do it himself, and he can deliver the goods whenever he wants.

"Haha, thank you Brother Chen Fan"

Grand Master Li smiled happily: "This is the list of bullets we consumed this time."

Li Yunlong handed over a list of bullet models, using the same paper that Chen Fan had given him before, and the handwriting was still crooked, like the traces of an earthworm crawling out of the paper.

"Okay, I'll send it to you tomorrow morning."

After taking the list, Chen Fan didn't even look at it, and walked away.

It's really not a good experience to talk to this guy about business.

"Hahaha..."

After Chen Fan left, Li Yunlong suddenly burst out laughing, the kind that laughed heartily.

Counting the combat consumption and training of the assault company and the five supporting companies, even if you add the 50,000 rounds of ammunition to be paid to Ding Wei, the total is only 700,000 rounds of ammunition, and he is reimbursed to 1.2 million rounds, and he earns 500,000 rounds of ammunition!

However, after thinking about it, Grand Master Li suddenly became a little unhappy.

Originally, Ding Wei dispatched 5,000 rounds of ammunition once and 10,000 bullets twice, but Ding Wei raised the price to 50,000 twice, a fourfold increase.

was squeezed out of 40,000 rounds of ammunition by Ding Wei, which made Grand Master Li very unhappy, but Ding Wei, this kid, was a chicken thief at the right time, halfway back to him, and Li Yunlong also asked for help, plus Ding Wei's reason was reasonable, he said that he couldn't help others, and in the end he had to be forced to be slaughtered.

"Damn, this is a revenge record" The smile retracted, and Grand Master Li scolded and scolded.

"Commander, are we going to continue to pretend like this?" Suddenly, Shen Quan came out and said something a little clueless.

"I'm still pretending to be a fart."

Li Yunlong was in an unhappy mood at this time, his eyes widened, and he shouted to the people behind him: "Get up for me, everyone is gone, the wounded who is still pretending to be a fart, get up!" Get up..."

With Li Yunlong's scolding, the 'wounded' of the Independent Regiment, who were originally holding crutches and had a sad face, threw their crutches and instantly became vigorous, and one by one they happily turned their heads to each other.

Even some of the 'wounded' lying on stretchers got up, shook their legs, twisted their necks, and moved their muscles and bones vigorously, without showing any injuries at all.

In the end, there were only about 70 wounded who were actually unable to get up.

The other more than 200 wounded were all pretended.

After three days of rest, the soldiers who were originally a little physically exhausted naturally recovered all their strength, forced to march, hurriedly marched or failed, but this kind of light advance was stress-free.

And this time, they also seized more than 100 catties of bacon stored in the devil's military station and turret, as well as some canned food, and the corners of their mouths flowed from the corners of their mouths one by one along the way. Even some of the minor wounded have recovered more than half.

Just now, Chen Fan saw a scene of bitter and heavy casualties, which was completely a miserable platform set up by Li Yunlong.

"Shen Quan, you take a hundred people with me, go to the new group and bring our medicine back," Li Yunlong beckoned to Shen Quan.

He was still thinking about the three tons of medicine, and he had to send someone to the headquarters, otherwise the credit would not be worth it.

Then he said to Fang Yuanshan, the commander of the third battalion: "Fang Yuanshan, you take the other brothers back to the regiment headquarters, settle the wounded first, and then send the seriously wounded and seriously injured to the headquarters hospital tomorrow."

"Yes..."

The two immediately went to command the independent regiment to divide the troops.

The sturdy ones with surplus physical strength went to the new regiment to carry supplies, and the other fighters went directly back to Yang Village.

"Monk, monk..." Li Yunlong shouted loudly.

Monk Wei's martial arts and physique, Li Yunlong has been greedy for a long time, and he beckoned to his side whenever he had the opportunity, planning to cultivate his feelings first, and then find an opportunity to come over as a guard.

But after calling for a long time, no one answered him.

When he was puzzled, a soldier pointed to the side: "Regiment Commander, where is Wei Dayong..."

Li Yunlong looked and saw that Monk Wei was lying on a stretcher at this time, covered with a quilt, basking in the sun, and his posture was comfortable.

"You're fucking pretending..."

Li Yunlong was about to remind the monk, but was stopped by a soldier: "Regiment leader, Wei Dayong is really injured..."

"You dare to fool the fuck about me..."

Li Yunlong frowned, and his eyes glared at this warrior: "I saw this monk alive before, but he didn't fight, where can he be injured?" ”

The warrior was so frightened that he shrank his neck and didn't dare to speak again...

After getting along for so long, everyone knows that although Grand Master Li likes to scold people, he is indeed a good regiment commander who loves soldiers, can eat and live together, chat with each other, talk openly, and speak openly.

However, being stared at by Li Yunlong is really frightening, even if he knows that his head is not really angry...

"Leader, this monk has just been beaten and stunned," Wang Xikui hugged his beloved 38 Dagai and explained to Li Yunlong.

"Knocked unconscious? Who"

Li Yunlong didn't react for a while.

Who else can knock this flower monk unconscious?

Even Zhang Dabiao, who was the first in kung fu before the group, could only walk in the hands of a monk with five moves...

"You're on it together..."

After thinking about it, Li Yunlong felt that there was only one possibility, group fighting. A group of people can knock this monk unconscious.

"It's not"

"The monk said before that he was looking for someone to learn, and then he went out with Zhang Dabiao"

Wang Xikui's face was shocked: "After a while, the monk was dizzy and was brought back by a big man, that big man is afraid that he is two meters and five meters tall, and his arm is thicker than my whole person."

"Hahaha..."

"So that's it..."

Li Yunlong suddenly laughed: "You take the monk back to Yang Village first, this monk is afraid that he will faint for two or three days, and when he wakes up, he should be a lot more honest."

"Commander, do you know who knocked Monk Wei unconscious?" Wang Xikui asked curiously.

Monk Wei, who is brave and combative, has already established the title of the first kung fu in the regiment in the past few days.

"What, you want to try?" Li Yunlong's eyes narrowed.

"No, no..." Wang Xikui hurriedly ran away.

At this time, the division of troops had been completed, and Li Yunlong led more than 100 people to Xingjia Village, where the new regiment was stationed. The rest of the people carried the wounded to Yang Village.