In the evening, a light mist has risen in the humid area of Zhongzaobang, and the withered yellow reeds are undulating with the wind. If there were not the rumbling sound of cannons in the distance, it would definitely be a quiet and peaceful evening.
"Damn, how much ammunition does this cost? I'm rich." Lao Yanqiang looked at the weapons and ammunition piled up like a hill, his wrinkled face looked like flowers in full bloom, and his eyes almost stopped laughing.
Immediately, he couldn't wait to rush forward as if he saw a rich landowner with wealth, his hands were rubbing yellow and orange bullets, polished guns, and bundles of grenades...
Yang Ling just told him that he could get ammunition, but Lao Yanqiang didn't expect that Yang Ling would move an entire arsenal for them. The remnants of the supplementary company looked at the mountains of weapons and ammunition, and their mouths almost salivated.
It flowed out.
Ammunition is all that is needed to fight a war, but facing the Japanese attack, most of the Chinese soldiers only have a few grenades and five bullets in their hands. Every fierce battle will turn into a hand-to-hand fight in the end. It is not that they are willing to fight hand-to-hand combat, but
They didn't have enough ammunition to fight against the Japanese. They hated it, but there was nothing they could do.
Now that they see so much ammunition, the remnants of these supplementary companies are like poor beggars who suddenly turned into millionaires. They can't calm down their excitement. They are so happy that they can finally be unscrupulous.
Fighting the devil.
Platoon leader Luo Dayong's eyes were fixed on the two Czech light machine guns. He had already made up his mind to get one of them. "Little devil, just wait, grandpa will feed you the gun when the time comes."
All the remaining soldiers were happy, but no one in the companies of the 61st Division and the adjacent 81st Division were happy at this moment. They already regretted it endlessly. Why should they compete with that person with abnormal marksmanship?
This is not asking for trouble, but there is no point in regretting it now. We have lost all our weapons and ammunition.
There are still many people with good marksmanship in the 61st Division and the 81st Division. Most of these people with good marksmanship are veterans who have fought in older battles. Many of them were on the battlefield during the Great War in the Central Plains.
People, these people are not a little bit better than those new recruits in terms of battlefield experience and marksmanship, and they are also the pillars of the army.
But Yang Ling knew that although these people were experienced and had good marksmanship, their only shortcoming was that they all had a bit of arrogance, thinking that I was the best in the world and no one looked down upon them.
And Yang Ling specially picked these veterans to challenge them. They did nothing but the thing they were most arrogant about, which was marksmanship. Naturally, these veterans would not lose face. Soldiers naturally care about face, so face
They couldn't refuse Yang Ling's challenge.
Yang Ling continued to compete all the way, and winning weapons and ammunition was enough to turn the supplementary company into a wealthy landlord. As Yang Ling, a sharpshooter who suddenly appeared, became famous.
Before arriving at the battlefield, veterans with good marksmanship who needed to carry their own weapons came to compete with Yang Ling without waiting for Yang Ling to come. Naturally, they still lost. As time went by, Yang Ling won more and more ammunition, so much so that it was now as big as a hill.
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However, Yang Ling also acted very measuredly, that is, he would show mercy every time he competed, and would stop in time after winning dozens of bullets and some grenades.
He didn't want to let the rest of the friendly troops fight the Japanese with fire sticks when his own pockets were bulging. That would go against his original intention, so he would leave every time he won a little, but he couldn't hold off more companies, so he added up.
Their current ammunition capacity is also quite objective.
Although Yang Ling won enough ammunition, his previous promise to recruit some soldiers to replenish the company was broken. He originally planned to recruit some bloody warriors from the retired soldiers to replenish the company.
But when he saw the exhausted and scarred soldiers who had retreated from the front line, he really couldn't bear to coax them into continuing to join the brutal battle. He had no right to let them continue to die.
So he came back empty-handed. Anyway, now that he had so much ammunition, he could make up for their lack of additional company soldiers to a certain extent.
The old smoker didn't care that Yang Ling didn't get back the soldiers. In fact, from the beginning, he didn't believe that Yang Ling could get back the soldiers and ammunition. But now that he got back so much ammunition, it was an unexpected surprise. How could he go?
Blame Yang Ling.
The old smoker happily took his reluctant eyes away from the weapons and ammunition. He turned around and saw Yang Ling standing there with an upright body. He was already happy. I really found a treasure this time. I spent five dollars.
It's really not a bad idea to go all the way to the battalion commander to get Yang Ling a company deputy position.
"Well, Brother Yang, I would like to thank you on behalf of the supplementary company." Lao Yanqiang's mouth squirmed for a long time before he came out with these words.
Yang Ling smiled and said: "Brother Zhou, we don't need to say thank you. We are all brothers who eat from the same pot. Why are you so polite?"
When Lao Yanqiang heard what Yang Ling said, he felt that he was being hypocritical.
With so much ammunition, Lao Yanqiang suddenly felt that he was more confident: "Damn it, come here and collect the ammunition for me."
The remnant soldiers have long been coveting these ammunitions. As the saying goes, the skills are not enough, in this battlefield, the bullets are their second life. No one will have too much, and they all come around to collect them with excitement on their faces.
ammunition.
"I want a machine gun!"
"Give me a grenade and I will blow up the little devil when the time comes."
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The remnant soldiers were like hungry wolves, their bodies covered with ammunition, and their pockets were bulging with yellow-orange bullets. Now they felt that with so much ammunition around them, they were not ready for the upcoming battle.
On the contrary, the battle was filled with a sense of anticipation, and I wanted to beat the little devil hard.
Although the remaining soldiers tried their best to get enough ammunition, there was still a lot left on the ground. The old smoker was in trouble, what should be done?
They used to worry because they had no ammunition, but now they worry because they have too much ammunition. They are used to carrying all the ammunition with them wherever they go. Now they don't know what to do with the extra smokers.
"Find a place to store the remaining ammunition, protect it from moisture, and use it as a supplement to consumption." Yang Ling knew that this battle would be fought, so it was always a good idea to store more ammunition.
"Luo Dayong, take two people, move the remaining ammunition over there, hide it, and cover it with cloth." Lao Yanqiang suddenly slapped his head when he heard Yang Ling's words. In the past, ammunition was scarce and he was used to saving it. Now,
I forgot that the extra ones could be stored, so I immediately called Luo Dayong to take them behind and hide them.