On the way back to the position, Su Dao had no choice but to turn a small corner. Finally, he found a relatively remote place. The Japanese army's attack in one morning had failed. Now it will be time for dinner in another hour. I believe the Japanese army will not continue to attack at this time.

He found a small forest directly, and Su Dao sat cross-legged, took out the German and American books in his hand and read them carefully. This time, Su Dao was not concerned about weapons and equipment, but mainly looked at the ammunition.

Su Dao hopes to replenish the morning ammunition consumption through books. In addition, Su Dao just wants to see if he can get two cannons? If he doesn't have to do it, he can't get a mortar, so as to avoid being passively bombarded like in the morning.

Fortunately, the books did not disappoint Su Dao. After the ammunition was consumed in the morning, Su Dao returned from the books with full supply. Now Su Dao is becoming more and more confident in the future war. Isn’t this equivalent to the infinity of ammunition? With unlimited ammunition, it doesn’t matter how much the soldiers waste it. Anyway, they can waste it at this moment, and Su Dao can replenish the wasted ammunition in the next moment.

After redeeming the ammunition, Su Dao quickly read the artillery chapter, and there were all kinds of artillery on it, ranging from grenade launchers (the German army also had grenade launchers) to train guns, but in the end, Su Dao chose the US military's M260mm mortar. The artillery with too large caliber Su Dao was afraid of attracting others' attention and was inconvenient to move. The most important thing is that Su Dao was not sure if anyone in the Third Battalion would use artillery? So he chose a relatively simple mortar.

He easily exchanged ten 60 mortars. Originally, Su Dao could exchange 24 mortars, but considering the combat quality of the officers and soldiers of the Third Battalion, he only exchanged ten mortars, followed by ammunition. When exchanged ammunition, Su Dao was really embarrassed. Should he exchange grenades? Or white phosphorus bombs? The flares must be exchanged.

Moreover, Su Dao didn't know how much shells could be exchanged. In the end, Su Dao chose the most secure exchange method, first exchanged 100 grenades, then exchanged 100 white phosphorus bombs, and then exchanged 100 flares. It continued like this, but by the time later, Su Dao had significantly reduced the exchange of white phosphorus bombs and flares. When there were a total of 1,000 white phosphorus bombs, Su Dao exchanged all the remaining shells into grenades.

But when it was finally over, Su Dao realized that he had done so many things in less than an hour. At this moment, there were five bases beside Su Dao, one base is one hundred cannon shells.

After getting so many good things, Su Dao wondered if there were some other treasures in this book? After seeing this, Su Dao actually discovered other treasures. It can even be said that this is a treasure that is more attractive than weapons and ammunition. What made Su Dao most excited was not the names of these treasures, but the few sentences written in the first place.

Weapons are easy to be cold by nature and are powerful weapons for killing, so the amount of exchange is limited. Medicines are things that save lives and are priceless. Life is good and generous, so they are unlimited exchanges.

Looking at this line of words, Su Dao suddenly felt that this book could be so cute. This was definitely the first time Su Dao praised this book. However, when Su Dao turned on the content of the next page, the smile on his face was stunned. He originally thought there was something good, and the so-called unlimited free exchange medicines were actually morphine, penicillin, hemostatic powder, bandages and other small things. These items could be called medicines? So what if you have a fever or something?

But Su Dao didn't know what kind of shock it would bring if these drugs flowed into the market. During the war, a large number of drugs would inevitably be supported. China's domestic industrial system was developing slowly, and drugs seemed particularly valuable. Not to mention anything else, if you find a good buyer, a penicillin would be enough to sell for a gold bar.

After redeeming the amount of medicine Su Dao thought was enough for 500 people, Su Dao then went to call someone to come and move the things away.

"Battleman, where did these things come from? Could it be that the Fourth Regiment gave us?" Liu Sanpao looked at the things in front of him, especially those mortars, and immediately became confident in the future. When fighting, weapons and other weapons are naturally stronger, the better.

"Do you think the fourth group is very generous? Just such a little thing makes me owed a huge sum of three million yuan." Su Dao cursed in anger.

"Battleman, is your friend appearing again?" Liu Sanpao suddenly asked with interest, but now, except for Su Dao, everyone is probably very interested in Su Dao's friend. If he could get something that the Chinese government could not get, he would definitely be a person with great wisdom. If Su Dao hadn't said that he had a debt, Liu Sanpao would not have thought of Su Dao's friend.

"I'm talking nonsense. The total value of this batch of supplies is more than 5 million. However, my friend has a hobby, which is that he prefers to collect Japanese general-level swords. This time I promised my friend to get him two generals' swords, so my friend gave me two million oceans." Su Dao thought for a while and spoke.

Although Su Dao didn't want to lie, he could only continue to make up this lie. If his subordinates discovered something, Su Dao would be sad for the rest of his life.

"Tsk, isn't it just two generals' swords? Camp, tell your friend back and let him get more good things for me, and I'll make him a hundred and ten Japanese generals' swords." Liu Sanpao patted his chest and shouted loudly. This transaction was really worth it. A Japanese general's sword was worth one million oceans, and anyone would be moved.

"Okay, don't show off here. Let the soldiers pack up these medicines and deal with them first." Then Su Dao explained in detail how to use the medicines.

There is no way. Now the Third Battalion has no medical soldiers at all. All treatments can only be done by themselves or sent to the division hospital. Although Su Dao looked down on these medicines very much, Su Dao had to admit that with this batch of medicines, the number of accidental deaths of the soldiers will be drastically reduced.

After listening to Su Dao's explanation, everyone had a distrust expression on their faces, and then they took the medicine to find the injured soldiers. In fact, these people were intentionally using the injured soldiers for experiments, with the purpose of seeing whether Su Dao's words were true or false.

Then Su Dao looked for some artillery soldiers in the entire battalion. What made Su Dao very depressed was that in the huge third battalion, there was no one who could play artillery. It seemed that Su Dao was temporarily in charge of artillery. In the end, Su Dao had to find a few people who knew what they knew and stayed to serve as temporary artillery soldiers. Su Dao didn't want those who couldn't even tell the difference between grenades and white phosphorus bombs to fire. Giving the artillery shells to them would mean that he would lose half of his life first.

After teaching them how to fire the gun first, Su Dao told them how to adjust the shooting elements of the mortar from the enemy's position. In Su Dao's opinion, it was extremely simple and easy. He actually taught for an hour magically and tirelessly, but he had not given them to the church.

In desperation, Su Dao had to use the simplest method to build a mortar position, and then draw a circle in front of each mortar, and write numbers one to twelve in it, just use a temporary table. The only similar thing is that although the arrangement of these ten cannons is different, the directions on the ground are the same. Then Su Dao asked the soldiers to build an observation hole, and the command of the artillery soldier was to take on the important task of supporting the artillery fire of the Third Battalion.

Until this moment, Su Dao suddenly realized that it was so terrible that it was so scary that when they just needed to listen to Su Dao's orders, the artillery soldiers who jumped out were still facing the watch on the ground and then practiced firing.

"Hehe, Xiao Shanzi, does the wound hurt?" A soldier walked up to a wounded soldier and said with a wicked smile.

"It hurts, but it doesn't matter, I can hold on." Xiaoshanzi nodded, but soon replied in more firm words.

"Come on, I have a good thing here that will prevent your wound from hurting." As he said that, the soldier took out morphine from his pocket and stabbed it directly into the wounded soldier's thigh.

"It really doesn't hurt anymore. Brother Yu, can you give me more? I'll get one when it hurts?" After a while, when Xiao Shanzi couldn't feel the pain, he suddenly asked ecstatically.

"That's not possible, the camp said, try not to use this thing when you can use it. If you use it too much at once, it will kill people." After the soldier replied with a smile, he then left here with a swagger and hummed the opera and went to his position.

"The Japanese are here." While everyone was preparing to start dinner, someone suddenly shouted.

Many soldiers who were already holding lunch boxes and planning to make meals could only quickly throw the lunch boxes aside, and then quickly return to the position. Today's lunch seemed to have to take time to eat dry food. It would be nice to have a hot soup to drink during the war. Unexpectedly, as soon as the hot soup came, little Japanese came to disturb the situation. I don't know that disturbing people's meals is the most incompetent thing?
Chapter completed!