Chapter 85

"Listen up, you bunch of scoundrels, stand with your heels together, legs straight, chest out, head up, neck straight, mouth closed, eyes looking straight ahead..."

Monkey, acting like a drill instructor, had somehow procured a bamboo stick as a baton. He swung it with a whooshing sound, directing this band of bandits. After a while, he suddenly realized what a tough job this was.

"Monkey, can just standing in line and walking kill the Japanese devils?" one bandit asked with a grin.

"Brother Monkey, are you going to stand the Japanese devils to death or what?"

"Monkey, you shouldn't be so hard on us. You might as well teach us how to run."

"Ha ha..."

The bandits burst into laughter, starting to heckle.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

"None of you want to practice? My son-in-law said that if anyone dares not to practice, he'll shoot them. If anyone slacks off, they'll do a thousand push-ups. If anyone has a problem, they can talk to my son-in-law." Seeing that he couldn't control the situation, Monkey, in a hurry, pulled out a pistol and fired a shot into the air, then used Fatso as a shield.

The rowdy group instantly fell silent, looking at Fatso, who was lying in a rocking chair, fanning himself with a palm leaf. They all shivered, not daring to make a sound, and started practicing according to the instructions Monkey had given.

Fatso didn't care whether they listened or not. Monkey, an old soldier who had participated in over twenty new recruit trainings, naturally knew how to make these undisciplined bandits listen. His eyes were fixed on the young bear in the ranks, marveling at how seriously he was standing at attention. It seemed the young bear was quite fixated on that Browning.

"Son-in-law, Son-in-law, Commander Wu and Old Six have just delivered the weapons and ammunition to the gate." Jia Daode's voice came from behind. Fatso turned his head and saw Jia Daode, led by a guard, hurrying to the pavilion.

"This bastard came early." Fatso, holding a palm leaf fan, stood up.

"Heh heh, Commander Wu was so scared by you that he prepared these weapons and ammunition overnight. To avoid being noticed by the Japanese, he left the city at three in the morning." Jia Daode replied.

"Let's go and see." Fatso said, fanning himself as he walked ahead, with Jia Daode hurrying to follow.

When they arrived at the meeting hall, they indeed saw Commander Wu sitting restlessly on the guest seat, a box beside him, and Li Six sitting next to him. Tiger, the leader, was sitting in the main seat.

Seeing Fatso enter the hall, Commander Wu quickly stood up to greet him. He now had to be on good terms with this man to prevent his "identity card" from falling into Shallow Field's hands, which would mean certain death for him.

"Lord Liu, I have brought the ammunition and guns you requested, please check them." Commander Wu, acting like a lapdog, wore a fawning smile, afraid that Fatso might be dissatisfied.

"Old Four, count them." Fatso instructed Jia Daode.

Jia Daode hurriedly opened the ammunition box and the Czech box, starting to inspect them.

"Lord Liu, do you see the paper with my fingerprint on it...?" Commander Wu asked boldly, but seeing the cold look on Fatso's face, he immediately stopped.

"Commander Wu, I can return that paper to you, but it's not impossible." Fatso chuckled. He was afraid that Commander Wu wouldn't have any conditions, but if he did, it would be easier to set a price.

"It all depends on what Commander Wu does." Fatso continued.

"Lord Liu, I have also brought you a small gift..." Commander Wu quickly picked up the box beside him and opened it, revealing thick gold bars. There were at least thirty of them, a significant amount. Commander Wu had put a lot of effort into getting back that fingerprinted paper.

"Ah, this yellow and white stuff, you can't eat it, you can't drink it." Fatso sighed, but his hands moved quickly, taking the heavy box and handing it to Tiger. "Commander Wu, since you've given me this gift, I can't leave you without a way out."

"Of course, of course." Commander Wu's face lit up, seeing Fatso's tone soften.

"Six thousand pounds of grain every month, delivered to Tiger Mouth Mountain. Commander Wu, is that a problem?" Fatso smiled at Commander Wu.

"Ah!" Commander Wu was startled. Since the No. 1 warehouse was bombed, the Shallow Field regiment was short of grain, and the control over grain entering and leaving the city was very strict. Six thousand pounds was a significant amount, and if the Shallow Field regiment's Japanese soldiers discovered it, he wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Is there a problem, Commander Wu?" Fatso's face darkened instantly, his acting skills worthy of an Oscar.

"No, absolutely not!" Commander Wu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, thinking about how to gather more grain from the countryside to fill the gap.

"Then it's settled." Fatso smiled, but he had already anticipated what Commander Wu would do. "Don't even think about taking grain from the people. If Fatso finds out, your identity card will appear in the Shallow Field regiment's headquarters."

"Uh... I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare, absolutely wouldn't dare." Commander Wu felt even hotter today, his back drenched in cold sweat. The Japanese were hard to please, but this Fatso was even harder.

"Son-in-law, everything is correct." Jia Daode, after checking Commander Wu's gift, said.

"Commander Wu, you can leave now. Remember the grain, I won't see you off." Fatso bowed, dismissing him. He didn't care how Commander Wu got the grain, as long as he didn't harm the people.

Commander Wu bowed and left, with Li Six bowing to Fatso, Tiger, and Jia Daode before following him.

"Old Four, how many light machine guns do we have now?" Fatso suddenly asked.

"Including the ones we seized, we have exactly twenty, and the machine guns Commander Wu provided come with two extra barrels and four extra magazines each." Jia Daode's eyes sparkled. In the past, when Tiger was in charge, they were so poor that they couldn't even provide bullets for the men. Now, with Fatso, they had cannons and machine guns, and a complete upgrade in equipment. The firepower density was enough to take down the puppet army in minutes.

"Store ten of the new ones, find ten strong men to practice with the old ones, and wait for Bear to come back to teach them how to use the light machine guns." Fatso instructed.

"Don't worry, you can go to Shanghai with peace of mind. We won't cause any trouble for you, just focus on training the men in the mountains." Tiger said.

Fatso nodded. Tiger Mouth Mountain was his base. Although the number of men was small, a small force could still make a big impact. After training for a while, these over a hundred men could stand up to the Shallow Field regiment.

Just then, a guard ran into the hall, reporting, "Reporting to Son-in-law, Chief, and Fourth Chief, Commander Ma of the Eighth Route Army has brought seven Eighth Route Army soldiers and is waiting at the gate."

"Let them in." Tiger was slightly surprised and said.

Fatso also remembered the conversation with the political commissar. The team should have nine people. Now, excluding Wang Yi, who was a non-combatant, Commander Ma had brought seven people. Including himself and Monkey, it was exactly nine. He just didn't know what special skills the seven people Commander Ma had brought had.

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