Five hundred meters north of the 129th Division's station.

A team with extraordinary equipment and military discipline is getting ready to go. At the front of the team are a dozen serious-looking soldiers holding torches responsible for lighting.

They are the secret service company that just concluded the swearing-in ceremony.

The leading man is nearly 1.8 meters tall and has a strong and muscular body. His gray military uniform cannot hide his powerful muscles.

His face is resolute, and his iconic one eye exudes a sharp look. His whole person exudes a faint murderous aura, and he looks like he should not be approached by strangers.

The soldiers behind him are all well-proportioned and healthy, looking capable and strong. They all stand upright with their heads held high, and their mental outlook alone is 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 back then.

In the warehouse of the 129th Division, there are 3 flower machine guns and 72 portable machine guns.

The so-called flower machine gun refers to the Qingdao-made MP18 submachine gun, while the portable machine gun refers to the Jin-made Thompson submachine gun.

Originally, these 75 submachine guns had very little ammunition, with only 310 rounds of ammunition in stock.

After calculation, in fact, the average ammunition for each submachine gun is less than 5 rounds, which is basically of no combat value.

Therefore, for a long time, most of these weapons were just for window-dressing. If not for the Yellow River's efforts to retain them, they would have been sent to the rear for research.

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

"That is to say, a well-established factory can make things in reality, and the system can also provide a double amount of happiness."

Naturally, these submachine guns are also on the list of replenished weapons. Although the inventory of bullets cannot be replenished in just one month, it is enough to support the consumption of a small battle.

After the team distributed the two submachine guns mentioned above, the remaining soldiers were carrying the Mosin Nagant that Huang He brought back last time, and the entire secret agent company also had a 10-round shell gun.

After considering the possibility of encountering enemy firepower, their team even carried a 60mm mortar and thirty rounds of artillery shells.

The 60mm mortar is not weak in power and has a relatively long range, which is enough to deal with several small conflicts.

It makes up for the lack of range of submachine guns and shell guns, and can effectively attack the Japanese heavy machine guns and grenade launchers.

Because the organization did not provide them with logistical support for this operation, all supplies consumed along the way had to be carried by themselves.

However, these soldiers are all veterans of many battles. They are strong and can bear a load that is beyond that of ordinary soldiers.

Each person in the team also carries at least five offensive wooden handle grenades according to their own circumstances.

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

Just when the special agent company was about to embark on the journey, the one-eyed man in the lead seemed to hear something. He turned his head and looked to the right.

There was a person in the distance holding a torch and running towards the secret agent company's position in a hurry, shouting loudly as he ran.

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

As we all know, Li Yunlong started out 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 group leader, this habit still remained.

Later, the political commissars who worked with Li Yunlong all warned him that now that his identity was different, he should not take risks with his own life.

But this big boss always stares at the opponent with his big copper bell eyes, while patting his chest and boasting:

"I am the best assaulter in the entire division. It would be a complete waste if I don't go to the battlefield. No one knows assault better than me!"

But in the 129th Division, there was still one person whom he was convinced of, and that person was Zheng Qiying.

Whether it's boxing, kicking or marksmanship, Li Yunlong is no match for that man.

Looking at Li Yunlong rushing over from a distance, this familiar figure evoked Zheng Qiying's memories of his earlier years. He still admired this old comrade who dared to fight and rush.

During the Fourth Front Army period, the two men worked together to complete dozens of assault missions. Those life-and-death experiences made them trust each other very much.

Looking at Li Yunlong, who was obviously fully armed and ready to go to the battlefield, Zheng Qiying couldn't help but reveal an ugly smile on his face.

"Li Yunlong, I really didn't expect that the staff officer sent by the headquarters was actually you! But it's okay, I won't worry if someone else comes."

"But why are you getting so bad as a kid? Some time ago, I heard that you went to the logistics department to raise pigs. Why are you here to serve as my staff now?"

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

"You, Lao Zheng, are so full that you don't know how hungry you are! Can the Logistics Department be a place for a big man like me? In order to participate in this mission, I almost kowtowed to the division commander!"

"Huang He, Zhang Wanhe: you curse again!"

"Although it is said that the staff does not lead the way and the farts do not make any noise, it is still better than staying in the back!"

Seeing that Li Yunlong had not been sapped of his fighting spirit by the easy days and was still eager for the battlefield, Zheng Yingqi patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, then turned around and introduced this temporary staff officer to the soldiers of the special agent company.

Li Yunlong, who joined the team, looked at the soldiers around him. The familiar feeling and the familiar smell made his whole body feel very clear!

If he were still the regiment leader, it would be impossible for him to participate in this rescue mission. Is it appropriate for a main regiment leader to follow a special agent company and travel hundreds of kilometers to perform a mission?

Of course it's not appropriate! That's the job of the platoon leader and company commander. If he's at this level, it's a violation of discipline.

But things are different now! He, Li Yunlong, is doing things according to orders, and there is no brigade commander to put a curse on him anymore. This mood is as beautiful as eating bee shit.

The soldiers all wore brand new gray cotton-padded coats and thick cotton trousers, and cold-weather cotton hats tightly wrapped their heads, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

Even the boots on their feet are customized models made by the logistics department working overtime. They not only have excellent thermal insulation capabilities but are also waterproof.

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

It can be eaten directly, but the taste is generally a bit dry. It is best to brew it with water and stir it into a paste for the best taste.

Let’s go!

The first resting point of the special agent company is more than 80 miles away from the division headquarters. Marching in the cold snowy night is no small challenge.
Chapter completed!