The wounded were housed in the Chase Shop, and these guys all carried guns, but they were all made in dilapidated Hanyang.

After they put their things in place, Li Huan rescued them and let them come out and threw away the set of equipment on their bodies.

"Li Huan, what do you kid want to do? Don't think that your kid has made great contributions recently, this gun is what we have been using in the war, why did we throw it away? ”

"That's right, I've been with me for three years, so I can't throw it away!"

"Come on, I'm embarrassed to say that your broken old sleeve has already been smoothed out, and the bullets will turn around when they go out, why do you keep them?"

Li Huan did not hesitate to despise it, why did these guys still have broken guns in their hands, it stands to reason that there should be no shortage of guns in the group.

"You kid knows a fart, our group is now all 38 big covers, the power of the gun is too small, more than 100 meters away, if you don't hit the vital point, you can't kill people!

But my shot is different, at a distance of more than 100 meters, if you can hit someone, it will be a big hole, either dead or disabled! ”

Huang Qiu is right, there are actually quite a few veterans in the Eighth Route Army who are unwilling to take the 38 big cover.

It's not because they don't like the devils, but they feel that the devils' guns are too powerful at a combat distance of one or two hundred meters, so there are still a considerable number of soldiers who still hold Hanyang-made guns.

"Okay, since you like Qijiu so much, it just so happens that there are a lot of Hanyang-made in my warehouse, which are much more accurate than your broken guns, so let's replace them with those Hanyang-made, your broken guns, I look at them as an eyesore!"

"What? You kid still has a gun in his warehouse? ”

Huang Qiu stood up excitedly at this time, and getting on one leg did not affect his speed at all, it seemed that he did have some ability to be a big head soldier for three years without dying.

"I've won a few battles anyway, what's wrong with a few guns in the warehouse?"

"Okay, I'd like to see how much stuff your kid has in his warehouse?"

Huang Qiu was a thorn in the head, and he followed Li Huan on crutches and entered the warehouse, even if he was not allowed to go down to the cellar, he had to come down.

After coming down, he was stunned when he saw the things inside, especially when he saw the Type 96 light machine gun and the Type 92 heavy machine gun, he actually threw away his crutches and rushed up to hug the gun and kiss it a few times.

"Damn, can you not be so disgusting?" Li Huan scolded angrily behind his back.

"You kid knows how to play with the ball, this is a heavy machine gun, although it is not as good as Makqin, but it is better than no machine gun!"

"Okay, okay, you don't have to worry about the machine gun, hurry up and choose a usable rifle from it!"

"Okay, I'm going to make this Hanyang!"

"Leave this machine gun to me, I used to be a machine gunner!"

At this time, a veteran pointed at the machine gun and said, and then the smile on Li Huan's face became even stronger, and this time it really happened.

The loss of a few guns and ammunition is nothing, as long as someone is there, these things will come back sooner or later.

"Okay, so are there any machine gunners? I've got two light machine guns here, you guys watch and fiddle with them! ”

"Yes, I also hit the machine gun back, and I used to be a machine gun deputy!"

"Okay, I'll hand over the two light machine guns to you, and you can also watch and fiddle with the heavy machine guns, this thing is too bulky, and it may not be able to be used at critical moments!"

Li Huan knew that the best thing for a small unit like him now was mobility, and carrying a heavy machine gun might affect mobility.

And there are not a few of those militiamen who can fiddle with machine guns, and most of them have only just learned to shoot so far, if Li Huan hadn't specially taught them marksmanship, these recruits would probably only be able to shoot when they go to the battlefield.

"Li Huan, you have a lot of bullets here, how many bullets are you going to give to each of us?"

"In normal times, there are only about ten rounds per person, and in war, each person has twenty rounds!"

"Okay, just say this to you kid, Lao Tzu will not lose anything if he listens to your orders!"

Huang Qiu patted Li Huan on the shoulder and smiled, and then grabbed ten bullets from the ammunition box, as for whether there were any bullets in their ammunition bag, Li Huan didn't know.

Zhao Laoliu warmly welcomed the arrival of this group of veterans, so that they could have someone to share the task of training the militia.

Although the veteran was wounded, it was okay to help guide the militia.

It just so happened that they had more than 30 militiamen, and there were also more than 30 veterans, and it was just right for one to bring the other.

In the next few days, after the veterans were resettled, the houses were built, and everyone moved into the new houses.

At the same time, a group of veterans also nervously began their own training work, although they were wounded, but it was still possible to take one with them.

Then the militia was miserable, they were scolded by the veterans every day, and I heard that some people were beaten.

But Li Huan doesn't care about this kind of thing, when he is a soldier, how can he not be beaten, you see that after Changfeng was beaten, his strength has obviously improved a lot.

After another week or so, the common people had less and less work and received little compensation from the Eighth Route Army, so they were ready to start spring ploughing.

Li Huan was also preparing to move towards the cavalry company of the puppet army at this time, which frightened Huang Qiu and the others who had just joined.

"Li Huan, you kid is looking for death? That's a company of puppet soldiers and cavalry, I've heard of that camp, surrounded by a flat river, we people will definitely not be able to defeat the puppet army! ”

The combat effectiveness of the puppet army may not be strong, but if they defend it in the barracks, it will not be so easy for the Eighth Route Army to break through, especially the reinforcements of the little devils will arrive soon.

"Who told you we're going to attack?"

"And what are you going to do?" Huang Qiu is a rough commodity, no wonder he hasn't even been a company commander after being a soldier for three years, and if he changes Li Huan, he won't even be a squad leader, it's too reckless to fight.

"Of course, you have to use your brains, you can't attack by force, we can outwit!"

"Outwitted?"

This time, even Zhao Lao Liu didn't understand what Li Huan was thinking, only Changfeng sat there calmly, he was now convinced of Li Huan, and it was only a matter of time before he killed those puppet soldiers.

"Are our devil uniforms still there?"

"Ah, what's wrong?" Zhao Laoliu nodded, not understanding what Li Huan meant by this at all?

"Hey, look!"

Li Huan took out a devil command knife at this time, and then took off his outer coat, wearing a devil's military uniform inside, the command knife was hung on his waist, his face instantly became serious, and he said Japanese to a group of people:

"You say that if I go to the puppet army like this, will they beat us?"

"Uh......"

Huang Qiu was stunned, why does this kid talk about ghosts? He's not going to be a devil, is he?

When Zhao Laoliu heard Li Huan say this, he suddenly thought of something, they had pretended to be devils once, and according to the puppet army's groveling attitude towards devils, this method would work nine times out of ten.