Zhuo Fei didn't pay attention to these, he was just concentrating on wiping the southern pistol taken from the corpse of the Japanese second lieutenant, if Zhuo Fei hadn't found only two magazines of southern pistol bullets, maybe he would have used this newly acquired pistol to shoot those Japanese prisoners just now. The southern pistol was manufactured by the Nagoya Arsenal in Japan, listed as a standard weapon of the Japanese Army in 1925, and was equipped with generals and colonels during World War II. In the U.S. military, the gun has the title of "Oriental Luger", but not because of how superior the performance of the pistol, but because the shape of the gun resembles a German-made Luger pistol.

Because Zhuo Fei had a cowhide satchel, he gave up the hard-to-see holster of the southern pistol, and the bullets and pistols were just casually packed in the satchel. This pistol uses a southern-style 8mm bullet, has a long aiming baseline, high accuracy, and is extremely damaging and almost as dammy bullets. But this bullet penetration is very weak, with 5 layers of quilt can be blocked, in addition to the design structure of the gun, must be strictly maintained to ensure reliability, otherwise it is easy to appear after the second bullet is not loaded in place, resulting in a pause in shooting, need to be manually loaded, become a "manual pistol".

The design of this gun appears to be modeled after the German Ruger P08 pistol. However, the design is relatively unsuccessful, such as the firing pin is not hard enough and brittle, the firing is weak, easy to break, and even suicide is not guaranteed. Especially in shooting, there will be frequent jamming, due to the mistake in the design of the magazine jam, the magazine is easy to fall off when shooting, and it is easy to misfire. Bullets flew at a distance, and the penetration was so poor that even a thicker wooden door could not penetrate it, and it was generally a poorly designed pistol.

The design of the southern pistols was so bad that even the Japanese officers who wore them did not consider them to be their main combat weapons, and wore them more to show their status as officers, after all, this was a side gun specially designed for officers. Zhuo Fei also wanted the barge gun in Captain Zhao's hand, especially the authentic 20-round fast-slow machine box gun, but there was no such condition at the moment, and Zhuo Fei had to take possession of the southern pistol in front of him first, after all, this was also a pistol that could kill people.

Ignoring the sideways glances of the people around him, Zhuo Fei, who was sitting cross-legged, just wiped the blood stains on the southern pistol with a rag, and then began to carefully study the southern pistol over and over again. After a while, Zhuo Fei held the gun in his right hand, pressed the magazine buckle with his thumb, and pulled the magazine out of the grip with his left hand. Then, still holding the gun in your right hand, press the magazine buckle with your thumb while holding the trigger retainer with your left thumb and forefinger and pulling down along the grip seat to remove the trigger part.

Then press the firing pin spring seat into the tail with the thumb of the hand, unscrew the tail in the counterclockwise direction with the combined thumb and index finger of the left hand, and pull out the pin spring backwards. After pulling out the needle spring, Zhuo Fei immediately used his left hand to hold the grip of the pistol, held the barrel assembly with his right hand and pulled it forward to separate the barrel assembly from the grip seat, and finally pulled out the reentry spring from the barrel assembly, and then rotated the bolt about 80° to remove the bolt.

After disassembling the southern pistol, while wiping the parts, Zhuo Fei picked up the parts of the pistol one by one and looked through them, and then assembled the pistol according to the opposite steps just now. "Lao Zhao, what kind of thing did you get here?" Ma Changhe and Captain Zhao have been silently observing Zhuo Fei's actions, seeing that Zhuo Fei successfully disassembled the southern A pistol, Ma Changhe's face immediately changed, although Zhuo Fei's method of disassembling and assembling the pistol just now is still very jerky, but that is not half of the people will be able to do it, at least more than half of the guerrilla fighters under Ma Changhe will not disassemble their weapons.

Ma Changhe's scolding made Captain Zhao also confused, reached out and grabbed the cigarette in Ma Changhe's mouth, and after taking a hard puff, Captain Zhao, who was half-squatting, suddenly got up and stood up, and was about to walk over to Zhuo Fei, but was pulled by Ma Changhe, who stood up with him. "Old horse, what are you pulling me for? I want to fucking figure out what the hell this kid is? Captain Zhao, who was pulled, looked back at Ma Changhe in confusion, but the latter motioned for him to squat down and speak.

The two continued to squat, and Ma Changhe looked at Zhuo Fei who was not far away and asked Captain Zhao in a low voice, "You said earlier that this kid is not a student baby, and I don't think it looks like it, but this kid doesn't look very old, and I guess it's younger than those student babies." Ma Changhe couldn't help but reach out and rub his chin, "But you say, just such a little thing, who taught him to shoot?" If you look at the strength with which he disassembled and assembled the pistol just now, I don't look like a novice hand, but like a master who has been touching the gun all year round. ”

"Could it be a lone bandit? This kid didn't talk much along the way, and when we stopped to rest on the way, he was always alone, and he didn't like to talk to people. "Captain Zhao finally gave his guess, and he couldn't figure out what Zhuo Fei's origin was." It will definitely not be Lao Jiang's people, if Lao Jiang had such a good hand under him, he would have left his mother himself, and we would have wanted a guerrilla force like this, and Lao Jiang would not look down on him. ”

Captain Zhao's guess won Ma Changhe's approval, and before they could think of any other reason, the two had secretly decided that Zhuo Fei, who was of suspicious origin, was probably a lone bandit, and only in the bandit's den, a guy of Zhuo Fei's age did not lack the opportunity to come into contact with firearms. The two were squatting on the side and secretly guessing Zhuo Fei's origin, but they saw that the political commissar Xu, who had ignored Captain Zhao just now, walked straight to Zhuo Fei, but the two didn't know that the political commissar Xu was not interested in Zhuo Fei, who was sitting cross-legged, but the southern pistol that had just been assembled in Zhuo Fei's hand.

"Good guy, little comrade is good, he actually captured a Wang Ba box." Political Commissar Xu also ignored Zhuo Fei, just praised it casually, and reached out to grab the southern pistol in Zhuo Fei's hand. "Huh? What are you doing? Why are you like this, little comrade? Don't you know that all the seizures will be returned to the public? Political Commissar Xu was bound to get this southern pistol, and reached out to get the gun, but was avoided by Zhuo Fei, and then reached out and grabbed it again, so he couldn't help but ask loudly.

First glanced at Captain Zhao and the two who were squatting not far away, and seeing that the two of them were just looking sideways at him but had no intention of getting up and coming over, Zhuo Fei rolled his eyes at the guy in front of him. "I'm not one of yours, why are you telling me about the seizure? This is the trophy I got from killing the devil, I want to find the little devil and seize it myself, but don't come to beat my autumn wind. Zhuo Fei put the pistol into his satchel with contempt, and took out the diary that he had picked up after throwing it away and looked at it.

"You.... You, how can you do this? All seizures must be returned to the public, this is the military regulations of our Eighth Route Army, and everyone must strictly abide by them. Even if you are not yet a soldier of the Eighth Route Army, you must abide by it, and now, in my capacity as the political commissar of the guerrillas, I order you to hand over this satchel along with its contents. Political Commissar Xu's voice was not small, and the guerrillas who were cleaning up the battlefield couldn't help but turn their heads to look over here, including the students and teachers who had survived the disaster.

Zhuo Fei still gave the other party a roll of his eyes, and then replied slowly, "I said, I am not a soldier under you, I am not obliged to abide by your military regulations, and similarly, you are not qualified to order me." Zhuo Fei's answer was angry, and he was about to call a guerrilla to come and restrain Zhuo Fei, but he didn't want Zhuo Fei to add another sentence that made him even more annoyed, "You are so domineering, do your superiors know?" ”

"It's against the sky, it's really against the sky, I can't cure you, but someone can cure you." Zhuo Fei put on a face that did not allow oil and salt, and the angry Political Commissar Xu was furious, and then turned around angrily and shouted towards Ma Changhe and Captain Zhao. "Lao Ma, you and Captain Zhao come over here, I suspect that there are spies mixed in among the students who are going to escort them to the base area, this person, we have to control it and review it well." Political Commissar Xu's brainless words made Ma Changhe's face tighten, if the enemy spies in the base were mixed in, it was not a trivial matter.

"Old Ma, can what you political commissar Xu said count? You can't call a spy when you see someone, although that kid's origin is a bit evil, but I don't have anything to do with the spy or something. If it weren't for that kid desperately blocking the dozen or so Japanese soldiers just now, I am afraid that none of these students we escorted this time would have survived. Let's not treat our own people as spies, if this is the case, who will be willing to follow us to fight devils in the future. Captain Zhao had worked underground, and he had already heard that Political Commissar Xu's words were not quite right, so he grabbed Ma Changhe and whispered a few words.

"You say I'm a spy, do you have proof? Didn't you just get this pistol to you, and you were annoyed and angry, as for insisting that I was a spy like this? Seeing Ma Changhe and Captain Zhao coming over, Zhuo Fei immediately got up and questioned Political Commissar Xu who was standing in front of him. I didn't really want to go to your base at all, and follow you all the way, just to have a companion on the way. If you are not welcome to go the same way, then I can leave, and we will go our separate ways. ”

Ma Changhe was about to speak, but Zhuo Fei preemptively said, "I have a diary I found from a Japanese officer here, I took a look at it just now, and these Japanese soldiers are not serious Japanese at all." They are all Manchurian soldiers from outside the Guan, to be precise, these guys are also Chinese, but they themselves do not admit it. Personally, I think it's better for you to get out of here as soon as possible, because maybe there will be real Japanese soldiers coming here. ”