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Chapter 437: Great Fury

The amount of ammunition used by one regiment in an ordinary battle reached half of the total ammunition used in last year's Hundred Regiment Battle. In the past, he would not even dare to dream of such a beautiful thing.

Like in the past, if the regiment could capture a Type 92 heavy machine gun, the soldiers would be as happy as the Chinese New Year. Each soldier generally only had 5 to 10 rounds of ammunition. The officers would always take the trouble to tell the soldiers on weekdays.

You have to aim carefully before firing. If you run out of bullets, you can only use the bayonet.

Now it's better, the machine gun pulls a whole truck for you to use as if it's free, and the bullets are open. You can take as many as you can, but I'm afraid you won't be able to carry it, so the soldiers are a little uncomfortable with it.

What Ding Wei is most worried about now is whether, after getting used to this machine gun, the soldiers of a new group will get used to using the old junk.

If you don't change it, where will you get so many 7.92-caliber bullets when Gui Jian returns?

But if this new machine gun is not used, he is not willing to pick up the original Type 92 heavy machine gun and Czech machine gun again. Why should he use the original junk when he has better weapons? Isn't this sick?

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This is the power of conspiracy. You clearly know that the other person is holding back and causing mischief, but you still have to be willing to get into it. This is fucked up.

Although his mind was racing, Ding Wei's movements did not slow down at all. In less than five minutes, he finished all the food on the table. Not counting this, he also made another bowl of vegetable soup.

After being drained, he patted his stomach and burped with satisfaction.

Just as the new regiment was getting familiar with the new weapons, the front-line troops of the Japanese Sixth Division had arrived at the defensive positions deployed by the Liantai Militia Group. Although there was no large-scale exchange of fire between the two sides, sporadic small-scale battles had begun.

Unlike most of the national army during this period, Gao Hongming attached great importance to civil engineering work. Under his emphasis, civil engineering work also became one of the five major skills of the Liantai Militia Infantry. It accounted for a very large proportion in daily training. Through the training of non-commissioned officers and officers

emphasized that every soldier understands that soil work is their most important life-saving tool on the battlefield, so the soldiers are happy to invest the most energy in this kind of self-preservation training.

With sufficient time and material resources, and the help of tens of thousands of people in Liantai County, the soldiers of the Liantai Militia almost turned this place into a construction work class.

A variety of complex defense tunnel systems, zigzag trenches, traffic trenches, well-concealed machine gun positions, support artillery positions, civil command posts, barracks, field kitchens, etc. were constructed at kilometers.

The entire east of Liantai has almost become a trench system that is even better than the European battlefields during World War I. It is almost impeccable. More than 10,000 soldiers of the entire Liantai Militia have a good time here.

Civil work class.

"Platoon leader, what are you thinking about? But listening to Liangshan singing that sour song makes me miss my girls!" Next to Lu Xianping, a superior soldier with a Shandong accent half-squinted his eyes, sat on his helmet, and lazily asked, holding a rifle in his arms.

Next to him is Lu Xianping.

"I miss you, uncle!" Lu Xianping replied in a foul language without even thinking, and kicked the superior soldier in the butt.

With the development of the Liantai Militia, the soldiers recruited are not limited to local people, but also soldiers from all over the world who have participated in the Shanxi-Sui Army, the Central Army, etc. For example, this superior soldier is already forty this year, and he has previously joined the Central Army, Shanxi Army, etc.

The Sui Army and even the direct army can be said to have spent the first half of his life in the army, and he is an out-and-out veteran.

It's a pity that this veteran Youzi has little education, coupled with his temper and character flaws, even though he has been in the army for most of his life, he is still a big soldier.

The days of confrontation on the front line are boring and boring. These young people from all over the country with different goals will always use every possible way to pass the time. Singing sour songs and humming obscene tunes are how men kill time.

Way.

"Reach out your hand and touch my sister's lower part..." Lu Xianping, who was in a good mood, also sang loudly, with the roughness and freedom of a man in his singing...

"Hey...who the hell dares to kick me?"

Lu Xianping, who was singing vigorously, suddenly felt his butt being kicked hard. He was so angry that he sat up on the spot and was about to curse, but when he saw the person coming, he couldn't help but lowered his head by half, lowered his head and said with a smile: "Company Commander...

...Oh...no, battalion commander, why are you here?"

The person who came was none other than Lu Xianping's old superior, the former commander of the 1st Company of the 2nd Battalion, now promoted to the commander of the 9th Battalion, Lei Xianghe, nicknamed Lei Huhu.

Lei Hu looked at Lu Xianping and said coldly: "Little Shandong... is this how you fucking lead the troops? You don't take the responsibility of guarding, but you sing obscene lyrics. Do you still want to be the platoon leader?"

Seeing the battalion commander, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, training his platoon leader as if training his grandson, all the soldiers around him were as silent as any, and no one dared to say a word.

These soldiers are like bright mirrors in their hearts. Their platoon leader has an easy-going temperament. He usually talks and laughs with them without any airs. No matter how he jokes, he will not get angry. But the battalion commander is different. The nickname "Thunder Tiger" is not for nothing.

Yes, it really pissed him off and he was locked up in a small dark room for three to five days. Even the strongest man would be shaken when he came out. Who knows what it feels like.

Unexpectedly, when Lu Xianping heard that the battalion commander was about to remove him from his position as platoon leader, he did not panic but was overjoyed: "Battal Commander... I have not wanted to be the platoon leader for a long time. You should just let me be the squad leader, or not."

A big-headed soldier will do, too."

"Fuck you."

Lei Huhu was so angry that he kicked Lu Xianping on the butt again.

The Ninth Battalion is a newly established unit. Except for a small number of veterans who were transferred from other units, most of them are recruits. Lu Xianping is one of the backbones specially transferred from the Second Battalion by Lei Hu.

There is a reason why Thunder Tiger transferred Lu Xianping. This guy is a well-known sharpshooter in the group. With a Mauser 98K equipped with a six-fold scope, he can hit almost every shot within 600 meters, even at 800 meters.

There is still a high hit rate even at a distance of 1 meter.

With such a sharpshooter, Lei Huhu felt that he had more confidence to fight. For this reason, he specially promoted him to the platoon leader. It was a pity that this kid still had a carefree temperament even after becoming the platoon leader. Naturally,

This made Lei Laohu, who had high hopes for him, furious.

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