The fat man's eyes focused on the flower machine gun, which was the Nationalist government's imitation of the German MP18/28, the largest submachine gun, which was seen in the Military Museum, and said that factories around the country during this period actually imitated 100,000 pieces.

He jumped one of the twelve flower machine guns, and then fiddled with it, and the monkey on the side also jumped one, and said to the fat man without hesitation: "Uncle, this is Taiyuan goods, and the bullets used are the same as the shell guns. ”

Commander Wu equipped his hardcover company with twelve flower machine guns, each with five magazines, plus this gun and twenty rounds, shell gun bullets are universal, although the effective range is not far, but it is convenient for special operations to use, as long as there are enough magazines and the firepower is very fierce, he asked the monkey to keep one, and then asked his brothers to store these captured in the warehouse.

"You kid was a soldier, how is the military posture?" Seeing the monkey fiddling with the flower machine gun, the fat man asked with a glance.

"Uncle, it's not a small bragging, this military posture queue is a small strength, you think about the small ten years of soldiers, more than 20 times of military experience, every time you join the army, at the beginning you have to take a month's basic queue, military posture, and then learn to put the gun out to fight, nothing else, is this queue of military posture, the small dare to say second, no one dares to say first." The monkey said proudly, not ashamed of being a deserter more than 20 times.

Thick-skinned, shameless, good, the fat man likes it, and a person who is too serious can't be his special operations soldier.

"Well, from 7 a.m. to 10 a.m., you will be responsible for training the brethren in military posture and paralysis, so that they will know that the order is forbidden." The fat man took out an extra watch, handed it to the monkey, then handed the monkey a cigarette and lit one himself.

"What about the rest of the time?" The monkey took the cigarette, and the fat man took the initiative to show goodwill, and it was over, and the bad premonition was very strong!

"Follow the fat master and I, teach you the kid the ability to survive on the battlefield, lest you run away as soon as the gun goes off, and you will lose face." The fat man said.

"Oh." The monkey answered, although there was nothing on his face, but he was lamenting in his heart, Nima, this fat man is a dead man, practice skills with him, then you can't peel off your skin.

"Go and gather the brothers, the fat man has something to say." The fat man said.

The monkey nodded and hurriedly ran out, and after a while, in addition to the brothers stationed at the Zhaimen, even the husband Uncle Biao came.

"Brother-in-law, what's the matter?" Sai Lao asked when he saw the fat man.

"It's nothing, before I go to Shanghai, I have a few things to explain." The fat man asked everyone to sit down, and then said: "During the fat man's absence from the cottage, the fourth Jia Daodao, who was out of external contact, no one was allowed to go down the mountain." ”

"But you can't be idle, there are people on duty every day in the walled building, every morning from 7 o'clock to 10 o'clock to follow the monkey to stand in a military posture and run in line, from 10 o'clock to 12 o'clock to practice with the three masters Yang Yun, in the afternoon with the big boss to connect with the body, who is lazy, who is not present, a thousand push-ups at a time."

Several masters in the cottage know that the fat man will go to Shanghai with the Eighth Road in a few days, and they all nod their heads, and they all suffered a big loss last time, and they really didn't dare to go down the mountain to provoke the devil easily without the fat man.

The fat man also asked the brothers to prepare targets, training grounds, dig big pits, and prepare a series of training tools such as hemp rope that is close to the thickness of two fingers.

"The fat man hopes to see that these facilities have been built when he comes back from Shanghai." The fat man said to the tiger.

"Don't worry, brother-in-law, it's right to leave these things to me." Race Tiger with a package ticket.

After discussing the origin of the food, as well as the issue of weapons and ammunition, there is now a Commander Wu, if you want these things, you can get them, and you are afraid that Commander Wu will not comply.

"Let the brothers practice all the bullets in the stockpile, and change all to the 38 type in the future, if the weapons and ammunition are not enough, let Commander Wu, the traitor, send it to us, don't be afraid of wasting bullets, practice hard, and good marksmanship is fed with bullets."

"Hmm." Yang Yun nodded, he was afraid of war, and he didn't dare to use the ammunition indiscriminately, causing the brothers' marksmanship to be rotten to death, and they were all poor, but now it's okay, what is missing, just ask Commander Wu if you want, dare not give it and send Commander Wu's identity certificate directly to the Asano Wing Headquarters.

Why did the fat man want the brothers to switch to the 38 style, mainly because the accuracy of the 38 style is high, and the other is because the caliber of the bullet is small, the recoil of the gun is small, and it is easy to get started, and then the 38 type is longer than any kind of rifle equipped with the current **, and it has an advantage when stabbing.

Broadsword? Forget it, the fat man has seen both teams of veterans who have practiced for a year and a half, one team practices stabbing, the other team practices broadsword, and then tests the advantages of bayonets and broadswords.

One-to-one, the big knife hangs.

One to two still hung with broadswords, and the soldier with a bayonet was only wounded.

Twenty to twenty results, the fat man was shocked, the bayonet hung three, and the broadsword died en masse.

The 38 type also has shortcomings, the lethality of small-caliber shells is insufficient, and it can only be made up for with accuracy, the US imperialists have not yet begun to support Lao Jiang, and the fat man's favorite spring arsenal of the eight-rein-a-row M1 rifle is still far away, let's make do with the 38 type first.

The fat man has a way to increase the lethality of the Type 38 rifle bullet, that is, to change the bullet to a dummy bullet.

But he is not ready to do this, the accuracy of more than 100 meters is okay, if after 200 meters, the accuracy of the warhead sawing the intersection into a dum bullet will be affected, and the farther it goes, the more it deviates.

So he is going to let the brothers use their leisure time to change some pistol bullets, anyway, twenty shots, flower machine guns, and Browning can be used, most of the time the special combat team performs tasks, and the accuracy required is more than 100 meters, and the need for long-distance high precision is a sniper rifle thing, so this distance is enough.

When he took out a 20-ring dumma from his pocket, the brothers in the cottage gathered around curiously.

"A cross carved on the tip of the warhead can make the little devil cry and call his mother?" Sai Lao asked.

"It's hard to hit the hands and feet, see the hands and feet, hit the body and want to live." The fat man knew that it was useless to explain too much to these uneducated bandits, so let them do it.

"Uncle, is this really okay?" Yang Yun picked up the warhead, looked carefully with his eyes, couldn't see any doorway, and asked.

"Uncle Biao, are there any living things that haven't been cleaned up in the house? If so, bring one. The fat man knew that if he didn't let these bandit-born brothers see the power of this dum, it would become "100,000 whys".

"Uncle, there are still a few hares that haven't had time to clean up, and they are all under the cover, so I'll help you get them." When Uncle Biao heard this, he immediately went to the canteen to get the hare with a smile, and my uncle finally sent us a task.

When Uncle Biao came back, he was still carrying a live hare in his hand.

The fat man asked Uncle Biao to hang the hare fifty paces away, and he loaded the dummy bullet into twenty rounds, and then aimed it at the hare with one shot, and then asked Uncle Biao to take it back for everyone to see.

Uncle Biao looked sorry for him, and when he came back with the hare that had been shot, everyone finally saw the hare's injury clearly.

The hare that was shot had only one hole in the lower abdomen, the same as the surface wounds of other guns, but the dummy bullet passed through the hare's back, and a large hole was actually burst, and all the internal organs were shattered, and the situation was terrible.

No wonder Uncle Biao looked pity, a big piece of the hare's meat was shattered by bullets and flew away.

Normally, they can't shoot with such a damaging effect, and the brothers all pondered, if the little devil was hit by such a bullet, it would be almost impossible to die, so they looked at the fat man's eyes with awe and even more horror.

Fortunately, their enemy is not this fat man, and it is really a terrible thing to be the enemy of this fat man.