"A million rounds of ammunition"

In an exclamation, the shell gun in the hand of the division commander fell to the ground.

However, his amazement was far from over.

"Seven 60 mortars, and one or two million shells"

"Fifty Czechs, 150,000 rounds of 79 bullets"

"Mom"

With the constant surprise and excitement, the division commander suddenly felt that the canned beef-flavored big pot of rice in his mouth had lost its taste, and at this time, only the numbers in his mind were echoing.

And the brigade commander and the little beard were no better, they also looked sluggish.

Not finding the shell gun that had fallen to the ground, the division commander recalled the number just reported by the chief of staff, and then thought about the number of materials from the previous devil, and silently added up the two batches of materials in his heart.

Excluding the remaining ammunition in the divisional headquarters, the cavalry battalion now transports a total of 1.35 million rounds of ammunition of various types, 90 light machine guns, 600 rifles, 40 grenadiers, 7 mortars, and 12,000 mortar shells.

Think when the Eighth Route Army was reorganized and the whole army was deployed, how much ammunition was there?

The division commander couldn't help but compare.

Only 700,000 rounds! When the whole army was drawn out in August, the 450,000 people of the Eighth Route Army had a total of 700,000 rounds of ammunition, an average of only 15 rounds per person, and even if all the ammunition obtained later was added up, it was only 1.5 million rounds, and 32 rounds of ammunition per person were counted at full strength. These data are directly counted by the commander-in-chief, and they are absolutely true.

And now, there are 1.35 million rounds of more than 5,000 rounds of 119 and a half division under his command alone, an average of 230 rounds per person. With more than 100 bullets per capita, he has fought for more than ten years, and the bullets have never been so rich.

Moreover, he now has seven mortars and more than 10,000 shells, an average of two shells per person.

This is a cannon, and it is heavy firepower, much more powerful than a grenade. Even if it is only a 60-caliber small mortar, it is much stronger than the grenadier of the devil, and the firing range is more than a kilometer, which can suppress the heavy machine gun fire of the devil and destroy the fire point remotely.

Throughout the Anti-Japanese War, the mortar of the Eighth Route Army has always been a weapon directly under the brigade level, and even the brigade commander needs to approve it himself. As for why it's so picky? And not because there are not enough shells.

Now that there are more than 10,000 shells, it's not open to fire.

Thinking of this, the division commander's heart suddenly felt happy, and he couldn't wait to fight with the devils who came to clean him up.

Although with these weapons, you still can't fight head-on with the devil, after all, the devil's planes, cannons, and tanks are not vegetarians, but there are guns, bullets and cannons in their hands, and there are enough shells, so it is a very fun thing to play sports guerrilla warfare with the little devils.

"You said that Zhang Lianshun said that the business will continue next time, and it can be discounted?"

Picking up the shell gun underground, the division commander pulled out the receiver and looked at the black gun body glowing with unique metal in the firelight, his eyes flashed with a strange light.

"Yes, Commander Zhang said that the next transaction will be after the year, and he will inform me at that time, and the price is a ton of weapons and ammunition or military supplies for a veteran," the chief of staff replied.

"One ton" The division commander who heard this number suddenly brightened his eyes.

How much ammunition is in a ton? Even including the outer packaging, there were 85,000 rounds of ammunition per ton for the shell gun, 30,000 rounds per ton for the Czech machine gun, and 650 rounds per ton for 60 mortar shells.

What a bargain for so much ammunition for a veteran.

"He just needs veterans?" Then the division commander continued to ask.

"Yes, and it must be a veteran with more than three years of experience," the chief of staff nodded.

Listening to the chief of staff's answer, the division commander's thoughts began to drift again.

Although there are many veterans of the 119th Division for more than three years, there are still more than 9,000 people left after the full battle, and the rest are all recently recruited new recruits, and the remaining two divisions are also very short of ammunition now, and the number of veterans is only a lot more than their own.

Looks like we're going to have to do some business with the other two divisions.

The middleman makes the difference.

By the way, there seem to be many veterans in the northern Shaanxi border area.

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The two three-page propellers stopped turning, and the Douglas DC-3 passenger plane came to a steady stop at the New York airport, and Luo Yun yawned before stepping off the plane.

In this era when the Chinese Exclusion Act had not yet been repealed, Luo Yun, who was wearing a high-end suit and holding a forged Republic of China document that cost a hundred oceans, was met with harmony and friendship as soon as he left the airport.

"Republic of China boy, where are you going?"

Three thick-shouldered and round-waisted people surrounded Luo Yun, their thick arms were almost thicker than Luo Yun's thighs, and even their tall bodies blocked the not warm sunlight. A patrolling policeman didn't seem to see this, and was still standing quietly at the gate of the airport.

Although he didn't pass the English grade in college, he still understands the basic phrases.

"I don't know"

The broken English came out of Luo Yun's mouth, he glanced at the three weak chickens who were strong on the outside, and ignored them, Luo Yun was thinking sadly at this time.

In this era when there is no network navigation, no tour guides, and no translation software, Luo Yun, who is illiterate in English, is at a loss.

"I knew I would have asked for a translator"

Thinking back to the local gangster in Hong Kong who worked for himself because of the five hundred oceans and his fists, Luo Yun thought with some regret at this time.

"For a hundred dollars, I'll take you to Chinatown" The three of them stared at Luo Yun's obviously valuable suit, and their words were both cordial and threatening.

This time, the words spoken by the three of them were in Chinese, and although the tone and sentence breaks were a little distorted, Luo Yun still understood.

“ok”

After thinking about it, Luo Yun took out a gold bar and handed it over.

Seeing the gold bar, the tallest person among the three hurriedly took the gold bar, touched the texture, and after confirming the authenticity of the gold bar, he immediately changed his face, and said to Luo Yun with a smile, while making a gesture of please in his hand.

"Let's go, I'll take you to Chinatown, if you don't trust, I can ask the police to supervise this than business"

After saying that, he made a color to a policeman at the gate of the airport, and the policeman who was originally standing immediately walked over.

"Officer, this gentleman gave us a gold bar and asked us to take him to Chinatown, we need someone to supervise this than business"

"Okay, then I'll supervise it, we are a free country under the rule of law, don't worry, sir, we guarantee the safety of your life and property" The policeman touched the left pistol on his waist and said to Luo Yun with a smile, while the policeman then looked at the inner pocket of Luo Yun's suit with his height advantage, where he saw the flashing gold.

Of course, Luo Yun, who knew no more than a hundred English, didn't understand what they were saying at all, but he still nodded very cooperatively.

Then the police drove over a Ford, and the five got into the car and drove straight to Chinatown.