"This Broken Plane"

One night after the third day, Luo Yun kicked the hatch, jumped off a Curtis, and then swam towards the distant island without looking back.

"It's almost more than 2,000 kilometers away from Shanghai, and we have to fly halfway there."

Climbing onto the island and shaking off the salty water, he pulled out the system interface, looked at the anchor points on the map, and sighed.

Flying this kind of plane for a long time is not a good errand, the inferior engine in the front and the short and thick exhaust pipe make Luo Yun breathe bad exhaust all the way, and the huge noise from the propeller close at hand is even more upsetting, coupled with the strange violent tremors and abnormal noises from time to time and the engine strike, along the way, Luo Yun is simply exhausted.

"Hey..."

With a faint sigh again, he looked at the moonless starry sky.

It's nine o'clock in the evening.

"What else can I do? Keep it on! Keep breathing! Let's continue to artificially purify PM2.5."

Then he took out a Curtis seaplane from the storage warehouse again, took out the virtual oil drum, filled the plane with fuel, and then sat in the cockpit with the momentum of seeing death as home, and when starting the engine, a thought suddenly appeared in Luo Yun's mind.

You should buy some masks.

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Jinchaji base area.

The cavalry battalion directly under the 119th Division was hiding in a hidden valley at this time, waiting for the order to attack. Each of the warriors was now on horseback, their sabers neatly attached to their left waist, and their right waist all straddling a brand-new shell gun box.

Suddenly, a messenger ran over, and in the expectant eyes of everyone, the commander of the cavalry battalion took the order from the messenger and gave the order to rest.

"All dismount and rest on the spot"

With his order, the cavalrymen with regret turned over and dismounted, took the reins and rested on the spot, while a squad of soldiers consciously dispersed their vigilance around.

As the battalion commander, Yu Sheng was naturally much more casual, and the new order from the division headquarters clearly told him that their cavalry battalion was definitely not fighting today, and at this time they only needed to wait here for the large forces to converge and then go back to the camp to rest.

He found a tree and tied his horse, and then Yu Sheng sat directly on the ground, crossed his legs, and took out his newly acquired shell gun. A twenty-ring mirrored box.

Stroking the side of the mirror-like magazine, while pulling the bolt, Yu Sheng's face was smiling, like a fool holding a big chicken leg, revealing stupidity from the inside out.

This gun was issued by the headquarters of the 10th previous division, the cavalry battalion was 470 people, each of them was assigned one, and each gun also came with five 20-round magazines, as the battalion commander, Yu Sheng had the right of first choice, so in the face of 470 guns, he selected for a whole afternoon.

For six hours in the afternoon, he even missed supper, but at those six hours he was almost blinded, and at last he could not find out which gun was the best, or even the worst.

Four hundred and seventy shell guns, each of which is the best of the best.

It's not scientific, it's impossible.

How is it possible that almost every gun is of top quality? Even if it is produced by the original German factory, it will score a high score for you and me.

Yu Sheng, who did not believe in evil, repeated the comparison three times, but each time it was the same result, and in the end he could only silently accept the reality, and then spent half an hour picking a gun.

With his hand removed from the smooth mirror, he pulled the nose behind him, looked at the unstained magazine, and unloaded the stuffed magazine.

As the yellow-orange-orange bullets were unloaded from the magazine, Yu Sheng's heart fell into a lot of memories and sighs.

Ten years ago, he put down his hoe and carried a steel gun.

From an ordinary farmer to the commander of a cavalry battalion, it took him ten years, and in these ten years, he has fought all the way from the base area to the present, counting on his fingers, and he has experienced more than 100 major battles.

In the past ten years, these hundred battles, a wooden gun with only a bayonet, he resisted for a year, experienced seven battles, and did not have a rifling to talk about the old sleeve, he resisted for three years, experienced more than thirty battles, six years ago he signed up for cavalry, and then got a short horse pistol.

He only carried this short horse pistol for a year, and only experienced two battles, and a year later, with his hard work, he became the leader of the cavalry squad, and thus he obtained a Hanyang-made barge gun, which was a ten-round barge gun with a fixed magazine.

This barge gun does not need to be carried, it can be easily held with one hand, so this hand, he held it for five years, until five years ago, and when he handed in his hand, because of the new high-quality barge gun, he did not give up at all.

Although he held the shell gun for five years, he did not shoot a total of more than 100 bullets in the past five years, as for the reason for such a few, one is that as a cavalry he uses sabers to attack the enemy more often, and rarely uses guns, and the other is because the ammunition is too little, and he can only allocate a dozen rounds of ammunition in large battles, and he is also required to use as sparingly as possible, and the unused bullets after the battle must be returned to the logistics department.

But after five years of cavalry career, he actually wanted to give each of the cavalrymen a shell gun, and then give a little more bullets, he guaranteed that the combat effectiveness of the cavalry could increase several times.

After all, the saber is only a cold weapon after all, and the attack distance is only a little more than one meter, and the speed of the horse is only tens of kilometers per hour, where there are bullets fast, but this idea can only be talked to occasionally with the division commander, and has never been put into practice, after all, the total of 15,000 people in the 119th Division is only a few hundred shell guns, and it is unrealistic for each cavalry to issue one.

But just ten years ago, his long-held dream came true, and even exceeded it.

Not only was everyone issued a shell gun, which was a high-quality shell gun, but everyone was given a full fifty rounds of ammunition, and these fifty rounds of ammunition were used for emergency training.

The order of the division headquarters was that the barge gun in the hands of the three soldiers must reach 50 rounds of live ammunition, and he was stunned when faced with this order.

Live-fire training, he has been in the army for ten years, and he has never seen it, every bullet in the team is extremely precious, at first he thought that the order was wrong, so he hurriedly asked the division commander to confirm the situation.

The division commander didn't explain at the time, but took him directly to the warehouse to see the million rounds of ammunition.