But for all the soldiers in China who fought against the Japanese invaders. Are they, like the red squad leader, crying because the guns in their hands cannot shoot revenge bullets like the invaders?
Soldiers can die on the battlefield, that is their fate. But in the more than ten years of the Anti-Japanese War, how many soldiers roared unwillingly because of insufficient equipment or even insufficient ammunition?
"Three guns and eight routes", what a sad term! Even among the so-called regular soldiers under the command of the bald man, how many of them can carry a base of 100 rounds of bullets towards the battlefield filled with artillery fire!
"It was my fault, I wasted three bullets on you, I apologize to you." Liu Lang sighed and said softly.
The red squad leader, who was only nineteen years old, stubbornly turned his head to the side. Obviously, Liu Lang's apology was far less important than the three bullets.
"In this way, to express my apology, after the business negotiation between me and your army is completed, I will send you 20,000 rounds of ammunition, of which I ask your chief to specially approve 30 rounds of ammunition for you." Liu Lang continued.
"Really? Thirty rounds? Special batch for me?" The red squad leader almost couldn't close his mouth.
Obviously, the huge amount of thirty rounds of bullets, for him at this time, is definitely no less than the first prize of the welfare lottery for ordinary people in later generations.
"Hmph! Kawako, don't believe him, you bully." The girl with big pigtails, who had been silent all this time, snorted coldly.
"Hey, what if I fulfill my promise in the future! What do you say, Yingzi?" Liu Lang said with a smile.
"Then we have to wait until we find out whether you are a white dog. If you are..." The girl with the big braid glanced at Liu Lang, with a somewhat complicated expression in her eyes.
The girl with the big pigtails knows what she is thinking. Although she has always been angry with the fat white man in front of her, the strange thing is that she has never had any bad feelings towards him, especially at the moment when she just said that if he is, the girl with the big pigtails
A thought arose in his heart that told him to leave immediately.
What are she afraid of? Is she afraid that he is Bai Gouzi? Or is she afraid of him... She is already in the red camp and she knows very well what will happen when the spy Bai Gouzi is caught.
If you are captured on the battlefield, you can survive if you join the people's camp. If you sneak in like this, you will almost certainly die.
"Haha, since I dare to come, I won't be your enemy." Liu Lang took a deep look at the girl with the big braid and said confidently.
"But the guns of my comrades were also broken by you." The red squad leader with a hint of excitement on his face carefully "reminded" Liu Lang.
No matter which camp you belong to, the gene of respecting the strong in the military camp has always existed. Liu Lang, who has left an indelible mark on the hearts of several red warriors, is just empty talk, but the red squad leader believes that the fat white man who is difficult to match must be
He will fulfill his promise.
If it were the fat white man who was tied up like a pig before, anything he said would probably be regarded as a joke.
This kind of psychological transformation is the same as the liars of later generations who always give themselves a powerful name. It's just that Liu Lang uses his strength.
In the eyes of the red squad leader, Liu Lang's combat power was even more terrifying than when he had restrained six people by one person. Liu Lang's three shots were not firing cannons and did not hurt anyone, but they reduced the combat power of the three red soldiers holding blunderbuss.
It was 80% accurate. His three shots were not only fast. It only took less than a second from pulling the bolt to firing. What was even more incredible was that they were accurate. It was incredible.
The three bullets all accurately hit the vital parts of the blunderbuss. One hit the barrel, causing the blunderbuss' slightly fragile barrel to bend. One hit the firing hammer, and the other directly knocked off the trigger.
.If the damaged parts of the gun weren't shown in front of the red squad leader, I'm afraid the red squad leader still wouldn't admit that there are people with such marksmanship in this world.
"Don't worry, I can guarantee that you and your four comrades will all get a new rifle. Trust me. Just think of it as your reward for carrying me for two days." Liu Lang said with a slight smile.
The faces of the several red warriors were a little confused. If they had known earlier that this thing was so powerful, they would have continued to carry it even though they were exhausted!
I have to admire the iron feet of the red warriors. They walked more than 200 miles, including the girl with the big braid, in only two and a half days.
Sure enough, he was born in sorrow and died in happiness! The walking mobility of the red soldiers during this period was definitely the best in the country, and Liu Lang was amazed.
Shengli County, which is also the former and future Xingguo County, is not Liu Lang’s first visit, but it is obvious that in the past eighty years, not only things and people have changed, but the modern county has already covered the old county in a jungle of reinforced concrete.
.This place is almost completely different from what Liu Lang remembered.
After the red squad leader Chuan Zi and the soldiers guarding the city gate were handed over, Liu Lang followed the red soldiers into the city. Although the county town is small, it is not even as big as a town in later generations. The houses are also simple, but the streets are paved with bluestones.
But it is very clean. Various slogans written in white lime can be seen everywhere on the blue-gray brick walls and loess walls. From time to time, red soldiers dressed in gray and blue wearing octagonal hats and carrying guns parade through the street.
, various voices mixed with strong local accents calling comrades sounded from time to time, and the red atmosphere was very strong, making Liu Lang feel like he was in those old movies shot in the 1960s and 1970s.
Standing in front of a blue brick building with the words "Shengli County Soviet People's Government" written on it and a huge five-pointed star painted on it, Liu Lang's face became more solemn. He was not looking at the museum now. The people here and
Everything is creating the history of China, even including myself who has come to this era.
Kawako had already gone in to report, and Liu Lang couldn't help but look forward to seeing the old man when he was young. The old man must have been cool when he was young, especially when he wore a military uniform with a dark face.
"Haha, I heard that Comrade Yingzi is back with the God of Wealth. Welcome!" A loud voice came from a distance.
Following the words, a guy wearing a gray military uniform, leggings and straw sandals in standard red warrior attire, with a face so dark that it was almost impossible to distinguish his features, strode out.
Liu Lang was a little confused, who is this! When did the red warriors have African mercenaries? You must have wiped your face with shoe polish!
"Brother Yaozu, what happened to your face?" The girl with the big braid took a step forward and spoke first with some concern.
"Ha, Comrade Yingzi! Hello, hello." Dahei took a step forward and shook the girl's hand without scruples. The expression on his face became very serious, "Comrade Yingzi,
I have told you several times that before you were not a party member, you could shout like that, but now that you have joined, you are a comrade. Remember to call me Comrade Liu Yaozu from now on. If you shout like that again and the leader hears it, you will be punished.
"
He is Liu Yaozu? The old man in his youth?
Damn it, I must have been listening to fake stories for decades. Liu Lang looked at his big black face that looked like the bottom of a pot, even the black whirlwind Li Kui would be ashamed of, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
I bet you, it must have taken the old man several decades to wash off the "shoe polish" a little bit! Although it was already bronze in Liu Lang's eyes at that time, it was still a darker kind.
Liu Lang was extremely grateful to his grandmother and mother, whom he had never met. Without their genetic neutralization, Liu Lang was sure that he would have been unbearably good-looking, even though he had been single for thirty years.