Chapter 17: The Great Harvest

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  Looking at the big lock on the back door of the house, Qin Yang said to Tie Tou behind him: "Break it open!"

  "Alright!" Tiedou spat into his palm, then flipped the big knife over, with the blade facing downwards, and walked to the front of the house.

  He sized up the large lock, then with a burst of strength, he kicked off the ground and flew up, swinging his knife in a circle before striking the lock head-on.

  The back of the big knife heavily slammed onto the lock head, splashing out a cluster of sparks, and the lock head fell to the ground with a clang.

  The two large gates were slowly pushed open, and Qin Yang led the way in.

  "Ah!"

  The situation inside stunned him.

  The house was piled high with supplies, stacks of canned beef, bags of flour, boxes of military rations, and even barrels of Japanese sake.

  Tie Tou suddenly pounced on the supplies and opened his big mouth with a smile: "Mother, how long do we have to eat this!"

  The special forces were excitedly talking among themselves, they had never seen so many things before.

  The Northeast Army was a warlord's troop, the officials were drunk and indulgent, living in luxury, while ordinary soldiers like them only got two silver dollars as their monthly salary, which was often deducted and never reached their hands.

  At that time, most of the soldiers were poor people. They would only join a warlord's army when they really couldn't make ends meet, at least they could get some food and earn some money to send back home.

  "Good men don't become soldiers, good steel doesn't make nails," that was a true reflection of the troops at that time.

  Qin Yang stood at the door, his mood was also mixed with excitement.

  He didn't take these materials to heart. From what he has seen and eaten now, they are much better than these, so they don't attract his attention.

  What caught his attention were several hundred long wooden crates and packages piled up in a corner of the warehouse.

  As he walked closer, Qin Yang pulled out the tiger-toothed military knife from his waist and inserted it into the gap of the wooden box. With a slight effort, the lid creaked open, revealing a brand-new submachine gun wrapped in oiled paper inside.

  Qin Yang picked up a handful from inside, the black and shiny gun body, the barrel without any rust, he pulled the bolt back and forth, without any stiffness, then held the gun to aim at a distance, pulled the trigger, and listened to the sound of the firing pin striking the barrel.

  "Soviet 1931 submachine gun, free gun machine, open and wait for the shot. The special place is the bolt. The traditional submachine gun's bolt moves back and forth with the gun machine, while the Soviet bolt is fixed after being pulled up, making the chamber closed, avoiding foreign objects entering the chamber and causing malfunctions. Another invention is the 71-round drum magazine, which is very reliable and durable, soldiers have no worries about jamming...". Qin Yang looked at this classic World War II submachine gun in front of him, and couldn't help but praise it, "Well maintained, all mechanical parts are normal, can be used normally, didn't expect to find such a weapon here!"

  No one knows whether history has quietly changed at the moment he crossed over!

  Qin Yang took a look at the wooden box, inside which there were 10 submachine guns. The warehouse had more than 20 such boxes, adding up to over 200 guns, an astonishing number. To put this into perspective, each gun requires at least 500 rounds of ammunition; otherwise, it wouldn't be enough for a soldier's half-hour consumption. By calculation, the warehouse should have nearly 100,000 submachine gun bullets. This was no longer something that could be calculated in terms of money.

  Qin Yang immediately called over Tie Tou and a squad leader. The two of them, upon seeing so many weapons, had their eyes widened in surprise. After Qin Yang's special training, they already had a basic understanding of the special forces' characteristics, and these weapons in their hands would be able to exert their greatest power.

  One of the team leaders stretched out his hand and pinched his own thigh, hurting so much that he grimaced, but then burst out laughing: "I'm not dreaming, haha, this is going to be a great harvest, haha!"

  As the special forces members were taking stock, surprises kept coming in, making the squad leader so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. He walked around as if he had drunk a kilogram of Erguotou, dazed and confused, grinning from ear to ear whenever he saw someone.

  After a busy night, all the materials in the warehouse were finally loaded onto ten large trucks, which were packed to the brim. The soldiers had no place to sit and some even climbed onto the materials and sat on top of them.

  Seeing people collecting the spoils, Qin Yang turned back to look at the empty warehouse and the bodies of the devils piled up like a small mountain in the courtyard. Qin Yang seemed to have a premonition that this time he might have given the devils a fatal blow.

  "Go!"

  Qin Yang leaped onto the first large truck, started the engine, and the car let out a loud roar as it slowly pulled out of the Japanese soldiers' stronghold and headed towards the outskirts of the city, followed by nine other large trucks. The smoke and dust raised by the cars obscured half of the street.

  People quietly opened the door and gazed at the disappearance of the car from the gap, then walked out quietly.

  The news of the devils being completely wiped out soon spread throughout the town.

  Before long, firecrackers sounded from a house in the town, then another, and soon spread throughout the town. People rushed out of their homes and swarmed into the grocery store to buy firecrackers.

  The usually stingy famous grocery store owner handed out firecrackers to people, smiling and saying: "Today's firecrackers are free, don't want money, happy event, exhilarating!"

  The townspeople celebrated Qin Yang, unaware that he was driving a car, speeding through the mountains as a special forces member. Driving skills were one of the basic skills that must be strictly mastered. Although the conditions were simple, Qin Yang still tried his best to teach them the most basic car and motorcycle driving skills. As for more advanced tank and helicopter driving, Qin Yang currently had no way to find them actual vehicles, so he could only let them master the theory and practice later when they had the opportunity.

  Nobody thought that the driving skills they learned would be put to use so quickly. If they hadn't mastered the art of driving, how much of those supplies and ammunition could they have taken away? At most, it wouldn't even be one percent. But now, they can take away all the enemy's stuff, including their pots and pans - what a wonderful feeling!

  Thinking of this, people are even more admiring of Instructor Qin Yang, every skill he teaches is so practical.

  After a day of trekking, Qin Yang and his team returned to the special forces base in the valley. When Ma Zhan Ting saw the mountainous pile of supplies and the list of items handed over by Qin Yang, his hands trembled and he almost tripped over the rocks underfoot.

  "Great, the special forces don't have to suffer from hunger and thirst this time. This time they can finally live a little better!" Ma Zhanting looked at the list, muttering to himself, his eyes moistening.

  He is scared poor.

  Under the efforts of the special warfare team members, the supplies were quickly transferred into the valley and stored in warehouses within the mountain caves.

  Qin Yang couldn't help but admire the ancestors who built this cave, as even a warehouse for storing goods was well-designed. A large warehouse was divided into several small stone rooms, allowing items to be stored categorically, avoiding contamination and spoilage, while also making it easy to find what they needed.

  Qin Yang even thinks that this place was originally a secret camp for garrisoning and training troops.

  At night, the special warfare battalion had a rare celebration, everyone drank openly and got drunk, except for the sentries on duty, Qin Yang was no exception.

  This is Qin Yang's happiest time since he came to this world!

  Guo Family Camp Japanese Army Outpost

  Several military trucks screeched to a halt outside the garrison gate, and a team of Japanese soldiers wearing special forces uniforms, black steel helmets, and carrying Somi 1931 submachine guns jumped down from the open rear compartment of the truck. They quickly dispersed and formed a combat formation, rushing towards the gate in an orderly manner. The four Japanese soldiers at the forefront moved forward in a crisscross pattern, cautiously searching ahead. A Japanese officer wearing a large sergeant's uniform got out of a jeep behind him and walked to the front of the gate.

  The radio crackled with a message from the vanguard unit, and after confirming everything was normal, the Japanese officer stepped through the entrance of the stronghold.

  Looking at the dozens of Japanese soldiers' corpses piled up in front of him, the newly arrived officer Yamamoto Kazuki's face changed color from white to red and finally turned pale.

  "What's going on here?!"

  Yamamoto Kazuo stood in the courtyard, his face pale as he stared at the wall opposite him, on which was written in blood: "Blood for blood, this is the fate of invaders!"

  The bloodstain has dried and appears a faint dark blue color!

  The muscles on Yamamoto's face twitched, he felt like a gasoline barrel filled with gunpowder being roasted over an open flame right now. The anger in his heart didn't know how to vent itself.

  Three days ago, the phone to the stronghold of Guo Jiaying County suddenly couldn't get through, and he realized that something was wrong here. However, he was far away in Shenyang at that time and couldn't rush over. Moreover, he had great confidence in his team left here, although it was just a reserve team he trained, but it was enough to deal with the Vietnamese people.

  So he didn't rush over until he had finished dealing with things in Shenyang. He hadn't expected that as soon as he entered the door, he would see these words written in fresh blood.

  The dozens of Japanese soldiers who died were not what pained him; it was the supplies in the warehouse that pained him.

  ……

  More than 200 submachine guns, more than 1 million rounds of submachine gun ammunition!

  300 sets of special warfare uniforms, 300 pairs of special warfare boots!

  300 Walther pistols, 10,000 rounds of ammunition!

  40 mortars!

  Artillery rangefinder!

  10 wireless radios, plus spare batteries!

  ……，

  Just thinking about it, his heart was bleeding. He had used his family's influence to get the latest special warfare equipment from Germany, which was approved by the Army General Staff with great difficulty. It was originally intended to expand his own special forces team, but now it has all been taken away!

  This is an insult to the Great Empire of Japan, a challenge to the soldiers of the Great Empire of Japan!

  Yamamoto Kazuki roared!

  "Captain, come and see!" a member of the Kamikaze corps shouted.

  Yamamoto took a big step forward and pushed aside the Shinpuu war team soldiers in front of him.

  On the ground, four Japanese soldiers' corpses were scattered all over the place. Three of them had no visible wounds on their bodies, while the fourth one had a long and narrow wound on his forehead.

  Yamamoto's face turned solemn, he squatted down and reached out to touch the necks of the three Japanese soldiers without injuries, confirming that they had been killed by having their necks broken, while the one who was shot through the forehead could be seen to have been shot with a dagger or something similar.

  "One hit kill, neat and efficient, no dragging or hesitation, looks like a high hand!" Yamamoto Kazuki thought.

  Those who stayed in the warehouse were not reserve personnel, but the elite of his Kamikaze team. I didn't expect them to be quietly wiped out, which can only explain that the opponent is a special warfare expert.

  He now realizes that there must be someone in this team who is also familiar with special operations, otherwise it would not have been arranged so perfectly.

  From taking out the sentry at the watchtower to ambushing the puppet army and Japanese squads, especially that last finishing blow, all bear the distinct mark of special operations. Looks like this is indeed that War Soul Special Warfare Battalion.

  He glanced at the few words below, "War Soul Special Warfare Battalion", and Yamamoto Kazuki secretly made up his mind to personally take down this so-called War Soul Special Warfare Battalion and use victory to wash away his shame.

  "Let's see who's more powerful, the Special Warfare Brigade or my Divine Wind Squadron!" Yamamoto Kazuki thought to himself as he turned his head back to glance at the Divine Wind Squadron behind him, dressed in special warfare attire and holding submachine guns with a fierce look on their faces.