Chapter 41 Reinforcements

  After opening the car door, Feng Yutian was almost stunned. He then turned back with a flattering face and said: "Yang, Yang brother, can we discuss it? Can you give me some first?"

  "Ah? Ah! I see, since it's our own brother, this matter is easy to discuss!" Yang Feng said with a sly smile.

  "Don't tell the commander when you get back."

  "Alright! You won't need rifles, there are no cavalrymen inside either, and the Maxim is not suitable for you. Here's what we'll do: take ten Czech-style light machine guns, then take fifty revolvers and twenty semi-automatics!"

  "What's a sewing machine?"

  "Ah?" Yang Feng was taken aback, but immediately understood. The fastback had only been released last year and had just entered China this year. These guys were still fighting guerrilla warfare with the Japanese in Northeast China last year! It's not surprising that their information is a bit outdated.

  He directly took a submachine gun, adjusted it to rapid fire and pulled the trigger, twenty bullets sprayed out like water.

  "Awesome! Great stuff!" Feng Yutian's eyes lit up immediately, and he snatched one without hesitation, thinking for a moment before grabbing another.

  Having won the battle and obtained the military supplies, the cavalrymen were overjoyed as they escorted Yang Feng and others back to Chifeng. As soon as they heard that Yang Feng had traveled thousands of miles from Beiping to deliver military supplies to them, Feng Zhanhai and Sun Dianying led a group of officers to welcome him. These cannon fodders were all born out of wedlock and never got any good opportunities. Although Feng Zhanhai was Zhang Zuoxiang's nephew, now that Zhang Zuoxiang had lost Jilin, he was left with nothing but a signboard.

  Now suddenly there's a good thing like manna from heaven, so hurry up then.

  After knowing that Yang Feng didn't even have time to eat, a group of people opened a banquet in the middle of the night, drinking the white wine brought by Yang Feng from Beiping. Sun Dianying, with a thick neck and a heavy Anhui accent, stretched out his thumb and said: "Brother Yang, benevolence!"

  "General Sun..."

  "What kind of general is this? These days generals are as common as dogs, calling him Brother Sun!"

  "Brother Sun, although I don't care how these weapons are distributed, I have a suggestion for you. You see, Brother Feng's men are the worst equipped, what I mean is that you should give him more firearms. I also have another batch of rocket launchers, but they can't be transported this time. Next time when we send them over, you can keep some more."

  "Brother, how many guns can you get?"

  "Thirty doors, Brother Sun you twenty doors, Brother Feng ten doors, just a few less shells, shouldn't exceed two thousand rounds, I asked the Germans to help me buy from Jinling Factory, they haven't told me the quantity yet."

  "Shells are easy to get, I can buy them from Yan Lao Xi. As for the cannons, brother, can you still get more? I'll pay for it."

  Yang Feng's eyes lit up, this is the master who dug up Cixi's tomb, who can compare with him when it comes to the treasure of Dongling?

  "Brother Sun, let's put it this way. As long as you have the money, I can get anything for you. Don't even mention mortars, I can even arrange for large-caliber artillery if you need it. If your finances are a bit tight, we can also exchange for antiques, jewelry, or rare medicinal materials."

  "I do have some antique jewelry, but they're all at home now," Sun Dianying said with a moment's thought.

  "This is easy, you send a telegram back, or have someone deliver the goods to Beiping Jinyuan Commercial and Trade, or send them to Zhangjiakou 29th Army, then I'll find someone to appraise the price. If we both don't have any opinions on the price, then I can directly bring the goods here." Yang Feng said.

  "Does Yang brothers still have a relationship with Song Zheyuan?"

  "My brother is now wearing the hat of a councillor in the Chahar provincial government."

  "Alright then, let's send it to Zhangjiakou! I and the 29th Army are also brothers."

  The two men finalized their arms deal like this.

  At this time, the staff officer ran to report that the Japanese vanguard had arrived at Haradaw and that Gong Changhai was seeking help from the front.

  "I'm going!" Feng Yutian stood up and said.

  He is a cavalryman, and with his speed, this job can only be done by him.

  "I'll go with you!" said Yang Feng.

  "The battlefield is treacherous, it's better if Yang brother doesn't go," said Sun Dianying, he couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to Yang Feng.

  "A fine young man's hot blood will wash away the battlefield, what is he afraid of!" Yang Feng slammed his bulletproof helmet shut with a heroic air.

  "Right, bring all the wine bottles!" Yang Feng casually picked up two empty wine bottles from the table.

  "What's with the wine bottle?" Feng Yutian asked in puzzlement.

  "Smash the tank!" Yang Feng's words almost made him faint.

  "Can this thing loaded with gasoline really blast a tank?" Feng Yutian, riding on horseback, leaned over to the car door and asked Yang Feng, fiddling with a wine bottle in his hand.

  "When the time comes, you'll know. Otherwise, I wouldn't have brought a bunch of white wine just for you to drink, would I? But playing with this stuff requires guts, just like throwing a hand grenade at a tank - you gotta get close and toss it on!" Yang Feng said, bringing the liquor was specifically for making Molotov cocktails, the Japanese army's gasoline tanks, one blast and it's a sure hit.

  For this, Yang Feng specially prepared some auxiliary materials, such as rubber blocks, sulfuric acid, and those paper strips for sticking bottles with medicinal liquor, he is a person who pursues perfection, using a lighter to ignite would damage his reputation.

  Of course, mainly he also wanted to try it out and then promote it on a large scale during the Great Wall War of Resistance, I guess the Japanese tanks would be useless.

  Haradao Kou is tens of miles away from Chifeng, and the cavalry arrived quickly along the highway. It was already dawn at this time, and dense gunfire and cannon fire could be heard in front, with flames flickering on the horizon.

  "Speed up!" Feng Yutian commanded.

  "Get a few people, mount the heavy machine gun in the car!" Yang Feng shouted.

  Four soldiers quickly climbed into the carriage and set up a few sandbags, mounted two Maxim guns on top of them, and stacked six boxes of ammunition behind.

  "Get another one here and fire the rifle grenade outward!" Yang Feng said, pointing to the gap behind the car head.

  A soldier took over his spring field and then hung a dozen kilograms of large packages on his neck and climbed there.

  "We're not much worse than tanks! Look, we've got machine guns and cannons!" He said with great satisfaction.

  "Right, one more in the driver's cabin, bring a submachine gun and move a few more boxes of hand grenades in!" he continued.

  "How can we fight forward if we're stuck at the back door?" Feng Yutian asked in puzzlement.

  "Can't you just open it upside down?" Yang said with a glance at him.

  Fully armed wagons, sandwiched between cavalry scattered all over the mountains and fields, charged towards the battlefield in front with a mighty momentum.

  This is a large plain sandwiched between mountains, with a river running through the middle. Because it was winter, the river surface had already frozen over, and the defending troops had set up defensive lines on both the southern and northern banks. A large number of Japanese troops were attacking under the cover of tanks.

  Yang Fenglian didn't even wave goodbye, the goods were turned over and suddenly accelerated to over seventy, flying past the only bridge, then from the side of the defending army, he rushed towards the Japanese army in a straight line.