The harvest gained this time is definitely not small. It’s enough material for a car. Because it is also a training camp for the special forces. The little devils really don’t treat their so-called elites badly. There are not only more than 20 people in it.
The boxes of canned food actually include fresh pork.
What's more important is the bullets. Because the bullets of the M3 submachine gun are different from most of the bullets used during World War II, they should be incompatible with most of the bullet models of those firearms in China and the Eighth Route Army.
So now that they have the basics, they have guns, but bullets have become rare. But for the Eighth Route Army, they got a lot of bullets this time.
Because the training methods of the Japs and the Eighth Route Army are different. The Eighth Route Army is poor, so it is difficult to say how many bullets were fired on the training ground. But the Japs are different. The training is target shooting. Only many times, the so-called targets are tied up Chinese people.
, not much to say.
And now this is the Japanese special forces team, and the bullets consumed in training are not small. Therefore, the bullets sent are also not small.
I believe that saving some money, adding the bullets at home, and Li Yunlong asking for some bullets from his superiors. I believe that persisting for three months, or fighting two wars will not be a big problem.
squeak
The car was suddenly attacked, and a bullet was shot directly through the windshield. Fortunately, the mouse's instinctive reaction was quick and he retreated to avoid the fatal bullet.
Then the car drifted sideways, squeaked, and stopped diagonally on the side of the road. Several people quickly got out of the car and relied on the car as cover.
"Boss, the opponent seems to be the Eighth Route Army, what should we do?" Xuanwu stretched out the sniper rifle from the roof of the car, and Miao Zunjin had accurately locked onto the opponent. However, looking at the military uniform on his body, he couldn't help but said in embarrassment.
"Eighth Route?" Shi Lei snorted: "Give them some power, damn them."
There were three people prostrate on a small slope here. One of them said to the one in the middle: "Political Commissar Zhao, are these Japs different? I have never seen that kind of equipment."
The one in the middle is Zhao Gang, who came to serve as the political commissar of the Independence Regiment! Hearing his own words, he shook his head in confusion: "I have never seen their equipment. But at first glance, it looks like very sophisticated equipment. I heard that the Independence Regiment
We were attacked by a special group of Japs not long ago. It is very likely that they were the Japs!"
Bang
After Zhao Gang finished speaking, his hair suddenly stood up, and a bullet directly grazed his scalp and flew past his head. The frightened Zhao Gang instinctively hid. Looking at the hat not far away, there were two holes in the hat. It was exactly
The bullet that hit his head penetrated it.
Turning his head to look at the person next to him, he saw that the little Balu next to him now had a frightened face and was motionless. And the hat, like him, fell not far behind, and the hat had the same markings as his.
Two holes.
A mistake? Or on purpose?
Zhao Gang pulled the two Xiaobalu down and looked out. There was a burst of gunshots hitting the ground less than a foot away from him. He was so frightened that he shrank back again.
Shi Lei chuckled. With a wave of his hand, he led the mouse and the calf and rushed over quickly. As long as the opponent dared to stick his head out, he would be bombarded with bullets. The opponent could only hide in the pit and remain motionless.
Zhao Gang smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that he would encounter such a thing just after leaving school. He really died before he left school. He patted Xiaobalu next to him on the shoulder, sighed and asked: "You two are afraid
Not afraid."
"Don't be afraid, we will kill the Japanese when we meet the Eighth Route Army. There is nothing to be afraid of!"
"That's right, Political Commissar Zhao, when they come over and we fight with them, you run away. As long as you can run away, then our death will not be in vain!"
Hearing what the two said and watching them attach bayonets to their guns, Zhao Gang smiled bitterly again: "We can't run away!"
"come out!"
Shi Lei and the others quickly arrived at the pit and slowly walked towards Zhao Gang and the others.
"Political Commissar Zhao, run! Yeah, I will fight with you."
"Kill, go to hell, you little devil!"
Two Xiaobalu suddenly rushed out of the pit and stabbed at Shi Lei and Mavericks with their rifles.
"Go back!"
However, within a second, Shi Lei and the two men snatched the guns from the hands of the two Eighth Route Army soldiers. They each kicked them and kicked them back into the pit again.
Zhao Gang stood up suddenly: "Who are you? Why are you attacking us here?"
Shi Lei chuckled and pulled the two words on his chest: "Don't you know? Eighth Route! As for why we punished you, don't you know? That shot just now almost killed one of our team members. You are still asking us the damn question
What do you want to do?"
A flash of embarrassment flashed across Zhao Gang's face: "Comrade, this is a misunderstanding! You drive a Japanese car and are dressed differently from us Chinese soldiers."
Then he smiled helplessly: "Since we are all members of the Eighth Route Army, let's end this matter. Okay?"
"Hey, since it's all eight routes, let's just stop this matter!"
Shi Lei had never thought about what to do, he just wanted to scare them, and then asked: "Which Eighth Route Army unit are you from?"
Zhao Gang gave a military salute to Shi Lei and others: "Hello, comrade, I am Zhao Gang, the newly sent political commissar of the Independent Regiment. I wonder which army you are from, comrade?"
Shi Lei returned the military salute: "It turns out he is the political commissar, and we are also from the independent regiment. We came out to purchase and are now returning to the regiment headquarters!"
"Purchasing?" Zhao Gang looked at the car, then at Shi Lei and the other three, and asked in a stiff tone: "Is this your procurement, purchasing a car for the Japanese? Or purchasing a car's worth of materials?"
"Political Commissar Zhao, I left this car outside before. This time I just drove it back!" Shi Lei said in a nonchalant manner, then smiled and stretched out his hand: "Since Political Commissar Zhao is also going to the regiment headquarters to report, let's come together!"
Zhao Gang walked around the car, and then said angrily: "Tell me, which thing can be purchased in this car? Is it the Japanese cans or bullets?"
"Ahem. We just went to purchase some pork. Monk, go bring the pork down and show it to the political commissar!"
"Okay!"
Looking at the half pig that the monk had brought down, Zhao Gang could only wave his hands angrily, and got into the car with the two little boys who were with him. The car slowly drove towards the independent group.
However, Zhao Gang was still a little unhappy along the way. Purchasing? Usually he would purchase some medicines, fabrics, and occasionally grain in the city. But the Eighth Route Army usually only purchased one or two pieces of pork from the villagers.
Do you need to go to the county to purchase pork? Or half a pork!