Xiong Dingshan stretched out his hand and stopped Zhang Dabiao.
He had already understood the other party's intention.
Zhang Dabiao smiled and said, "Old Ding, you think I'm your enemy!"
"I can give this to you!" Xiong Dingshan grabbed two handfuls of Sanba Gai and brought them to Zhang Dabiao, "Don't even think about it."
"Old Ding, look at what you said. It's as if I came here specifically to poach you." Zhang Dabiao grinned, "Am I like that kind of person?"
"You don't look like that."
"Look, I'll tell you..."
"You are."
"Haha, Lao Ding, haha, you are kidding."
Zhang Dabiao could only laugh.
I had no choice but to accept the 38 big cover. There was no hope of poaching people.
Xiong Dingshan refused to let him go, and even Li Yunlong couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't really break off the relationship.
But it doesn't matter, there will be opportunities in the future.
"Then it's okay if I borrow it."
"OOO."
"Of course. When you need it, I'll pick it up in person. When you're done, I'll send it back in person."
"That's okay. Just send someone to tell you."
"Is it okay to use it for three to five days?"
"What do you think?"
Xiong Dingshan looked at each other angrily.
They are all old people from the new group, who doesn’t know who they are?
Want to beat a dog with meat buns - never come back? Don't even think about it! Zhang Chu is from our ninth company and third platoon!
Just as he was about to speak, he saw Zhang Chu coming back.
But he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to give Xiong Dingshan 7.92mm bullets.
The Czech-style light machine gun used by Xiong Dingshan consumes more ammunition. It needs to be fed with special light-point bullets. Ordinary round-nose bullets cannot be used.
So I dismantled a damaged rifle and got a box of 7.92mm light-point ammunition. It was specially used to supply Xiong Dingshan's light machine guns.
Something special?
Yes.
Who said this light machine gun is the main fire output?
The three rows of automatic firearms are this light machine gun. If there are no bullets, they are all bolt-action rifles. It is really like returning to the Qing Dynasty.
No. The new army of the Qing Dynasty was also equipped with Maxim heavy machine guns!
Facts have proved that without strong firepower output, even in the jungle, it is difficult to be efficient.
For example, right now, the battle is not over yet.
There are still Japanese soldiers hiding under the hillside, still looking for opportunities to shoot.
The reason was that the Eighth Route Army's firepower was too weak to eliminate them all in a short period of time, resulting in a serious delay in time.
This kind of jungle efficiency is really not good. The battle has not been resolved for most of the day.
"Wait a minute!" Zhang Dabiao shouted.
He doesn’t know Zhang Chu’s name yet!
Zhang Chu looked at the other party pretending to be confused.
"May I have your name?"
"Zhang Chu!"
"I am Zhang Dabiao, commander of the first battalion."
"Hello, Chief!"
Zhang Chu stood at attention and saluted.
Zhang Dabiao raised his hand to return the salute.
"We will go down to search for the remaining enemies in a moment. Are you willing to follow us?"
"willing!"
Zhang Chu nodded.
Wipe out the remaining enemies and then clean up the battlefield. Of course I am willing.
It is estimated that there are still twenty or thirty Japanese invaders down there. There are at least twenty rifles. They were all recovered, and the total was another thirty thousand yuan...
"Okay, I'll call you later."
"good."
Zhang Chu put down the ammunition box, turned around and left.
Xiong Dingshan opened the ammunition box in confusion. There were all yellow-orange bullets inside.
"Huh?"
Zhang Dabiao looked greatly moved.
So many bullets? I think I have two boxes?
Open it quickly.
His eyes are also shining.
There are also yellow and orange bullets inside. They are neatly arranged and full of bullets.
They are all 6.5mm Mauser rifle ammunition!
A full box is estimated to contain more than a thousand pills. Two boxes would be two to three thousand pills.
"Zhou Ming!"
"Zhou Ming!"
Zhang Dabiao shouted loudly.
A soldier hurried over.
Zhang Dabiao pointed to the two ammunition boxes and said, "Quickly, fire all these bullets."
"Yes!" Zhou Ming immediately ran away holding two boxes of bullets.
Then distribute it to the commando soldiers.
The equipment of the commandos is basically 38-gauge. They just need these bullets.
On average, each person can get about thirty rounds. It is a very good supplement.
"Give me half a box of this too!"
"Zhang Chu, come back first!"
Xiong Dingshan shouted to Zhang Chu.
Zhang Chu hadn't gone far yet. Hearing this, he immediately quickened his pace.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared around the corner of the ditch.
Xiong Dingshan:???
Zhang Dabiao:???
This little guy!
Are you pretending not to hear on purpose?
Is there any organization or discipline?
Oh, someone else just joined the army on the first day...
No, I haven't officially joined the army yet. I don't even have a military uniform. At best, I'm considered a militiaman.
"Let's talk about it later!"
"All right!"
Zhang Dabiao had no choice but to say goodbye.
Xiong Dingshan gave him one thousand rounds of 7.92mm bullets.
There is only one light machine gun in the third row, which cannot use so many bullets. Besides, Zhang Chu is still there, and there may be more.
The commando team led by Zhang Dabiao has three Czech-style light machine guns and has a relatively large demand for bullets. Which is lighter and which is heavier, a veteran Red Army soldier like Xiong Dingshan naturally knows everything.
"That kid may still have bullets!"
"You have to find a way to squeeze it out!"
Not far away, Zhang Dabiao suddenly turned around and shouted unwillingly.
Xiong Dingshan waved his hand and told him to leave quickly.
Do you want you to say, I don’t know?
But you can't grab someone's chest and force them to hand over their bullets!
He may not even know the three major disciplines and eight points of attention!
The water flows slowly, you have to come slowly...
"Ah sneeze!"
"Ah sneeze!"
Zhang Chu sneezed several times.
He quickly tightened his clothes.
It's damn cold in February. It turns to frost when you breathe.
Fortunately, I was still wearing a thick cotton coat.
However, the Eighth Route Army seems to be wearing very thin clothing...
Mao hunched forward and walked forward, when he suddenly saw Gua Wa and grabbed him. "Zhang Chu, what were you doing when you ran out just now?"
"I'm going to clean the battlefield!" Zhang Chu said, "Otherwise, how would I get my bullets?"
"You are really desperate! The battle is not over yet..."
"Where's the monitor?"
"The squad leader asked me to come to you."
"good!"
Zhang Chu and Gua Wa came to find Lao Ge together.
When they met, he immediately handed the horse ring in his hand to Lao Ge and replaced it with the Chinese formal ring in his hand.
In terms of manufacturing quality alone, the Ma Sihuan is definitely ahead of the competition.
Especially for long-distance shooting. The effective range of Ma Sihuan is up to 800 meters!
It's a pity that there is no 4x lens, 8x lens or anything...
"I'll make a report next time I go out!" Lao Ge said with a stern face.
But I couldn't hold it back for long.
After all, it is very gratifying.
This kid is not afraid of death. It's rare. He's so lucky.
After working there for so long, it was a miracle that the Japanese invaders didn't hit me. Many Japanese invaders were also lured to show up and were beaten to death.
"Try two shots!"
"oh……"
Zhang Chu probed cautiously.
He did not dare to underestimate the marksmanship of the Japanese invaders. The Japanese invaders in this period were all the elite among the elite.
Just now I went out to clean the battlefield, but I didn't get hit. I must have used up a lifetime of luck. From now on, I will be a non-chief, insulated from the European Emperor.
As a result, I saw nothing.
Myopia is 300 degrees. Still want to aim?
It would be nice to be able to see clearly what's over there.