Chapter 13: Everyone's Troubles (Part II)

Non-player-specific bullets can be gifted to allies.

The Uzi submachine gun cartridge case and magazine are anachronistic products and are not erased.

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on narrow dirt roads.

A convoy of cars and pack horses was advancing.

The car team is in front, the pack horse team is behind, and there is a blank space of dozens of meters between the two teams.

On the car team, a Japanese commander with a big collar badge on his shoulder sat upright in the front cab, his expression was full of arrogance, and on the dozens of cars behind him, a small group of Japanese soldiers stood on the car, surrounded in twos and threes, and the cargo hold of the car was full of various materials.

Behind the caravan, more than 80 pack horses, laden with supplies, struggled to follow through the dust kicked up by the tires of the cars.

Originally, the car team and the pack horse team were not supposed to act together, after all, the speed of the two was different, and the maintenance and logistics were completely different, but this time it happened that a well-groomed squad of the Hirata Company on the front line was in a hurry to rush to the front line, and the commander of the rear was forced to form a pair of baggage transport teams for the sake of safety.

At a highway corner, with the screeching sound of brakes, the car fleet in front suddenly stopped.

Faced with the unwarning stop of the caravan, the pack horse team had no time to react, and was instantly swept into a thick dust, followed by a neighing of the pack horse, and the thick smoke frightened the pack horse.

On a pack carriage at the front of the pack horse team, Captain Miyake and Captain Jiro Tokawa were the commanders of the baggage team.

The pack horses are far more troublesome than the caravans, which only need one foot of the brakes, and the pack horses need to calm the pack horses frightened by the smoke and dust to prevent them from losing control, as well as replenish the pack horses with water and food.

At the same time, two reconnaissance detachments also arrived from the front, one of them went straight to the car team, and the other team walked to the pack horse team behind.

A baggage detachment has two long-range reconnaissance detachments, not because the commander attaches importance to safety, but simply because the two parts of the baggage detachment are not in harmony.

It is the norm for the Category A divisions in the Japanese army to look down on the Category B divisions.

Leading the front-line team is Yoji Matsuda, who was originally the captain of the Harada United, and returned to the rear to recuperate after being injured in the last big game, and he couldn't wait to return to the team.

As the elite wing of the Fifth Division, the Harada Wing once had an advantage in fighting against more than 100,000 Republic of China troops with a single wing, and the soldiers in the wing were also arrogant.

As for the commander, the two lieutenants wanted to hand over the command of the two garrison teams to Matsuda Yoji, but they completely disdained to command the garrison team, and they didn't even have the idea of communication, and the pack horse team in the rear did not exist. The two captains couldn't help it, the official was crushed to death, and they could only silently follow behind the car team.

The two teams of reconnaissance teams came with the news of the safety ahead, but the car team was indeed slow to start, and in this regard, Captain Miyake could only go up and urge.

He was greeted by a roar of rage

"Cars need to be maintained from time to time, and the property of the empire needs to be carefully maintained"

"This is an Imperial occupation zone, what's wrong with staying longer?"

"Guerrillas, if they come, I will show them what the real warriors of the Great Japanese Empire are"

"You bunch of trash"

The gray captain returned to the carriage and looked at the fellow captain beside him, and the two looked at each other, with a clear message in their eyes.

What else can be done, wait slowly.

When we arrive in Wanping City, we will be separated from this master.

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In a meadow strewn with bullet casings, a long pile of magazines was collected and stacked into a hill.

"A total of 100 magazines have been collected," a devil saluted reported.

Next to the magazine pile, Kokubo Yuhiro looked at the blood stains still remaining in the mountains and forests in the distance, remembered his previous suppression of Ito Springs, and silently mourned for his future military career.

Beside him, Higashino Kanda looked at the bullet casings everywhere with interest, and then turned his head to ask Yuhiro Kokubo.

"Was there really only one person who ambushed you at the time?"

"Humblely certain, there is only one person in the enemy, he was holding two short guns (submachine guns) in his hands at that time, the fire is very fierce, and the enemy's movements are also very flexible..." Looking at the dense bullet casings and piles of magazines in front of him, Kokubo Yuhiro couldn't help but have doubts in his heart at this time, so his voice was getting lower and lower.

Was he dazzled at the time?

Could it be that you were facing several enemies at that time?

His brow furrowed deeply, and he couldn't help but think about it in his heart.

After all, there were a hundred magazines collected in front of him, and each magazine could hold 35 rounds, which calculated that the enemy used at least more than 3,000 rounds of ammunition in just a few minutes of firing at him, even if a person could barely carry so many bullets on his back.

But can one person afford these 100 mountains of magazines? And he can also roll and jump so flexibly to dodge his own bullets.

Thinking back to the scene at that time, Yuhiro Kokubo once again fell into doubt.

Ignoring Yuhiro Kokubo, who was stuck in self-isolation, Higashino Kanda picked up two empty magazines and planned to walk around to observe.

"Huh" However, as soon as the magazine was in his hands, he felt a little strange.

It's too light.

Although there are no bullets in the magazine at this time, it is too light.

It was far lighter than he expected.

"It's an aluminum magazine!" Higashino Kanda, who touched the magazine, finally found the reason.

"Magazines made of aluminum? This weapon is supported by the Americans? ”

As the lightest element in metal, aluminum is naturally used as a magazine with many benefits, which can reduce the burden on soldiers and increase the amount of ammunition carried by soldiers.

However, aluminum is very expensive, very expensive, the same weight of aluminum is at least thirty times more expensive than just now, and aluminum is difficult to process, so the cost of using aluminum to make a magazine is at least dozens of times that of a steel magazine.

And those who dare to use aluminum to make magazines are only the rich Yankees who have found them all over the world.

"The United States has also begun to support the Republic of China on a large scale?" Frowning, Kanda Higashino thought in his heart.

Such a large number of aluminum magazines are definitely not privately purchased by the people of the Republic of China, after all, aluminum magazines must be extremely expensive, and the financial resources of the Republic of China will never buy such meaningless magazines, and more than 3,000 rounds of ammunition will be fired in a small ambush war.

"Could it be a special team formed by the enemy's Central Army?" Recalling what he saw and heard when he was studying in Germany, and the Republic of China also had deep military exchanges with Germany, Kanda Higashino felt that he had discovered the truth of the matter.

There was a small group of well-equipped Republic of China squads operating around Wanping City.

It's just that why did they risk being discovered to rescue a few civilians in Wanping City? Could it be that the leading Zhang Promise is a high-ranking official of the Republic of China? Or are they here to assassinate the senior commander of our army? Or is it ...

At this time, Kanda Higashino had completely let go of his thoughts.