Li Yunlong squinted, "Just take out all your inventory! One of each kind! Let the political commissar help identify them!"
"Yes!" Zhang Chu understood.
I love Li Yunlong who can't make up his mind. He wants everything. He's not willing to give up anything.
I chose this one and thought that one was also good.
I chose that one and thought this one was also good.
It is difficult to choose. But it is not because of poverty. It is because the level of competing products is too close. All of them are excellent.
Turn around and leave.
Find a remote place and take out "all" the rifles.
The first one, Mauser 98k... (representative of German weapons)
The second branch, Sanbapo... (representative of Japanese weapons)
The third team, Ying Qiqi... (representative of Ying Weapon)
The fourth one, Springfield m1903... (representative of fine art equipment)
Well, the representatives of bolt-action rifles are these four types...
No. There are five kinds. And Mosinagan (representative of Su Zhi) has been taken out just now.
Then……
He also took out a Garand semi-automatic (a representative of fine art).
An SVT-40 semi-automatic (representative of Su Machinery).
These two items can be considered rifles. High-end rifles.
Done.
Turn around and walk back.
He carried seven guns on his back, hanging on them as if they were wooden stakes.
It's okay. I can carry it on my back. It feels like it doesn't weigh much.
"Consultant Zhang, let me help you!"
Zhao Gang quickly came up and helped Zhang Chu take off the rifles one by one.
When I got the Garand, I was confused. What kind of rifle is this?
He rushed directly from the branch of the Anti-Japanese University to report to the brigade headquarters, and then rushed to the new regiment. He had never seen such a gun.
In your impression, the Japanese invaders, the puppet troops, the stubborn troops, and the national army do not have such guns?
We in the Eighth Route Army probably don’t have either.
"Political Commissar, this is an American gun. Its full name is the M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle. It is commonly known as the Big Eight."
"Automatic loading. Eight-round magazine. Can fire continuously."
Zhang Chu gave a brief introduction.
Zhao Gang is a cultural person and he understands it as soon as he hears it.
I couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
The New Regiment actually has such an advanced semi-automatic rifle?
No wonder they were able to defeat Sakata United.
A rifle that can fire continuously is definitely much stronger than the Japanese invaders' 38-gun rifle.
"How many such guns do our regiment have?"
"There were more than 200 cigarettes before. Now I have ordered another 1,000 cigarettes. They haven't been delivered yet."
"A thousand!"
Zhao Gang was quite surprised.
Just one regiment, more than a thousand semi-automatic rifles?
When did our Eighth Route Army troops become so wealthy? Can they afford such powerful rifles?
"yes."
Zhang Chu replied weakly.
But he was secretly complaining about why the transport team hadn't arrived yet.
If I had known that the delivery speed would be so slow, I would have switched to the airdrop method. It is simple, crude and direct.
The key is to be fast. It only takes a few seconds to arrive.
"Puff puff!"
"Puff puff!"
It was as if I saw countless packaging boxes falling to the ground.
One thousand Garand semi-automatic rifles must be packed in at least a hundred boxes. Hundreds of boxes fell to the ground together, it was spectacular...
People who don’t know the details might think that there is an earthquake...
"Zhang Chu, bullet!"
"Let the political commissar try it!"
Li Yunlong exclaimed.
Only then did Zhang Chu react. He took out a double-row magazine, pressed it into the magazine, and handed it to Zhao Gang.
Zhao Gang was not polite. He took it and played with it carefully.
After a while, he basically understood it clearly, so he raised his gun and took aim.
"Bang!"
Shot once.
The can box shook a little.
But it had been punched through several holes just now, and now it can't fly.
"Bang!"
Zhao Gang continued to pull the trigger.
Sure enough, there is no need to pull the bolt. The bullet is loaded automatically.
Very useful for aiming.
Because the aiming posture will not be damaged, the gun can be replenished quickly.
For new recruits, this shooting method is very important.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Shoot out the bullets in one go.
A total of five shots were fired. Three of the shots were deflected.
It's not that Zhao Gang's marksmanship isn't good. It's that he's not familiar with this kind of gun and didn't take into account the accuracy of the bursts.
To be precise, it is not a continuous shot. But pulling the trigger too fast will definitely affect the aiming of the next bullet. After all, it is the first time to operate it. There is no feel.
In addition, the recoil of Big Eight is indeed relatively strong. It is stronger than Mosin Nagant.
Especially when shooting quickly and continuously, the recoil is quite sour.
"Come again!"
Li Yunlong said.
Zhang Chu took out another double-row magazine.
Zhao Gang reached out to take it, pressed it into the magazine, and then raised the gun to shoot.
He is an expert. He can learn it as soon as he learns it.
“Bang bang bang!”
“Bang bang bang!”
Guns went off. All eight shots hit.
It's amazing. Not a single one was lost.
Li Yunlong:......
Have to accept it.
This political commissar is quite capable!
He is more awesome than the previous dozen political commissars! He can also kill enemies on the battlefield.
"Who is that?"
"The new political commissar?"
"The new political commissar seems to have good marksmanship?"
"Yeah, it's really good..."
"It seems that our political commissar can also fight..."
"It would be great."
Zhang Chu heard someone whispering in the distance.
However, some cadres received Huzi's notice and came to the regiment headquarters for a meeting. They happened to see the political commissar shooting, so they all stood aside to watch the fun.
Nodding thoughtfully.
This is actually a good thing for Zhao Gang.
The new political commissar inadvertently won respect with his marksmanship.
You must know that the political commissar before the New First Regiment has been away from his post for a long time due to illness. The current New First Regiment is completely one-word.
The vast majority of military cadres almost have the character of Li Yunlong.
He has a hot temper and is rough in fighting.
Not afraid of death. Hard-headed. Disobeying discipline. Lots of problems.
To paraphrase a later saying, they are both wild at both ends. Their style is rough and their discipline is also rough.
First Battalion Commander Zhang Dabiao is such a person.
Second Battalion Commander Wan Hushan is similar.
The commander of the third battalion, Che Lei, was nicknamed Che Canpao. There was only a wrong name, but no wrong nickname.
The company commander and platoon commander below are also similar.
For example, Xiong Dingshan.
It's simply a replica of Li Yunlong's rough character.
"Come again!"
Li Yunlong shouted.
Zhang Chu handed over the double-row magazine again.
Zhao Gang pressed the bullet and fired in one go. All eight shots hit again.
Zhang Chu:......
No more difficulty.
After all, it is a fixed target.
And there is no external interference. You can focus on aiming.
The battlefield in Lijiapo was filled with smoke, flying bullets, bloody flesh, broken limbs, gunshots, screams, and shouts of death, making it sound like a hell on earth.
Under such circumstances, Zhao Gang could hit the machine gunners of the Chinese and Japanese invaders. Of course, this kind of fixed target would not be difficult.
"That's it."
"Try something else."
Li Yunlong also made a judgment.
Zhao Gang's basic skills are very solid and he doesn't play tricks.
Zhao Gang put down the Garand, looked at the other guns, touched them all, and finally picked up the SVT-40.
Confuse.
What kind of gun is this?
Never seen it before.
Li Yunlong was also puzzled. He had never seen such a gun.
"Zhang Chu, what kind of gun is this?"
"The svt-40 semi-automatic rifle of the Soviet Union's big brother. Commonly known as the ten-grain rifle."
"Ten bullets?"
"Yes! This gun can hold ten bullets."
"Let me try!"
Li Yunlong's hands suddenly felt itchy.
Zhao Gang then handed the SVT-40 in his hand to the other party.
"You are the leader, you come first."
"good!"
Li Yunlong is not polite either.
He is indeed very curious about svt-40.
After taking it over, I looked at it carefully, disassembled the magazine, and briefly studied it.
Reload the magazine. Open the safety. Aim. Shoot.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Two shots in a row.
The interval is half a second.
All the bullets hit the can box.
"good!"
Li Yunlong praised.
Then keep pulling the trigger.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Shoot all the bullets continuously.
Nine shots hit and one missed.
Very satisfied.
"Zhang Chu, why didn't you take out such a good gun earlier? Everyone in our group has one..."
"Which one do you think is better, ten pills or big eight pills?"
"this……"
Li Yunlong was immediately speechless.
It seems impossible to compare...
They are all good guns.
It doesn't matter whether they are good or bad. They are all excellent.
"Let me try?"
Zhao Gang stretched out his hand.
Li Yunlong immediately handed the SVT-40 rifle to the other party.
Zhang Chu handed over the magazine at the same time.
Zhao Gang pressed the bullet himself and then raised the gun to aim.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Pull the trigger continuously.
All ten bullets hit. None of them missed.
"Nice gun!"
Zhao Gang admired it sincerely.
Zhang Chu sent Garland to him.
Zhao Gang:……
Okay. He was also confused.
Which of these two guns is better? I can’t tell.
It all feels good.
Every one is good. I like them all.
"How many guns like this can you get?"
"Exchange the old gun. Exchange an old gun for a new one. You can exchange as many guns as you want."
"Is the bullet easy to handle?"
"One or several hundred thousand is no problem."
"How many?"
Zhao Gang was stunned.
I thought I heard wrong.
One million or hundreds of thousands of hair?
Are you sure you got it right?
Do you really want to bring 10,000 words?
Zhang Chu:......
Well, political commissar Zhao was scared.
Political Commissar Zhao, who had just arrived, was not mentally prepared yet!
He must have never imagined how wealthy Xinyi Tuan is now! One or hundreds of thousands of bullets is not a lot...
You know, during World War II, the Soviet Union produced a total of 17 billion rounds of ammunition. The United States produced a total of more than 40 billion rounds of ammunition.
That is to say, the Eighth Route Army was pitiful and could only rely on capture. In the eight years of the war of resistance, the bullets consumed were no more than 100 million. How pitiful...
Oh, low-key, low-key...
"There is no problem with the bullet." Zhang Chu changed his words.