The fat man asked people to open the gate of the village, and welcomed the head of the horse in, looking at the five brand-new Makqin and five boxes of bullets, he had a bad feeling in his heart, didn't he say that he would trade in the old for the new?

Tubalu himself is still short of guns and ammunition, so generous, abnormal, just the political commissar's catty bargaining with him, there is a ghost?

"Big brother, what are you doing with the big boss and Yang San's master?" Captain Ma was curious about the way the fat man punished Sai Lao He and Yang Yun and asked.

"Taimu, treat them." The fat man said indifferently.

Captain Ma regretted it very much, he shouldn't have left the fat man alone in this bandit's den in the first place, look at the now, this fat man is like a whole brother in the tiger race, Yang Yun and his own brothers, doesn't this make it clear that the fat man is going to fall into the grass in Hukou Mountain?

led the commander of the horse into the cottage, and then went to the outside of the main hall, and asked the soldiers to put down the Makqin and the ammunition box, and at the same time, the nine soldiers personally selected by the division commander stood forward, so that the fat man passed by, and he didn't like to change again, in short, this task of bringing medicine back could not be defeated.

"What's going on?" Seeing that the fat man was not interested at all, Head Ma was a little nervous and asked.

"You kid ask these soldiers, do you have any specialties, some are qualified, where do you not come from, where do you send them back, ok?" The fat man said with a roll of his eyes.

Light energy is useless in fighting, special missions require all kinds of talents, at least the driver will prepare one or two for him, right? Demoman, you'll have to give him one or two, right? If you're good at marksmanship, you'll have to give him one or two, right? If you know about assassination, you have to prepare for him, right? ……

Anyway, this team was not chosen for the purpose of fighting, the ultimate purpose was to get the medicine back, not to fight hard.

"What is ok?" Commander Ma understood, this fat man used to like special soldiers, and he understood.

"Okay, it's just the fat man's previous words, did you understand what the kid did?" The fat man scolded "turtles" in his stomach, and went to fiddle with those Makqin heavy machine guns by himself.

In history, General Wei Lihuang, the former commander-in-chief of the enemy in the Second War Zone, once took care of the Eighth Route Army under his jurisdiction, never regarded these dirt Eighth Route Army as outsiders, and all of them sounded, and gave a lot of equipment and materials, and once distributed one million rounds of ammunition to the Eighth Route Army in the Second War Zone at one time.

So seeing these brand-new Makqins, the fat man was not surprised at all.

"What you just said, you're all OK?" The head of the turtle horse glared at these soldiers, and he was also angry.

These soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, you look at me, I look at you, the specialty is really hard to find, whether it is brave to fight devils or not, we are the top soldiers of the unit, combat heroes.

"Well, don't talk, do you? After a while, you all go back to your respective troops, the one next door is spicy, you can't beat a fart with a stick, and you still want to follow Lao Tzu to complete the task? "Commander Ma scolded and scolded, he himself was also a thorn, and he was not very optimistic about these quiet soldiers.

"Send it back." The fat man didn't raise his head, and said to the head of the horse, he had already guessed that the Eighth Route Army had sent soldiers, and they must be very capable of fighting, but it was useless in the eyes of the fat man, and it was better to give him some special soldiers.

As soon as these words came out, the nine soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were unwilling, and a few bold ones even muttered in a low voice: "Why? ”

"He alone broke off the No. 1 warehouse of the county devil, you are not convinced!" Xiao Li immediately rushed out, he is now extremely protective of the fat man, not the entire independent regiment is extremely protective of this existence that can rely on his own strength to make the devil cry wolf and howl the god of war.

The fat man only cared about fiddling with Makqin, the water-cooled antique heavy machine gun that existed in this battle, it was good, but it was too fucking heavy, even a tripod and ammunition or something, the fat man never thought of carrying such a huge heavy thing, with a dozen or so people to maneuver quickly.

A soldier is addicted to guns, just like a smoker who can't move when he sees a cigarette gun.

The fat man is also energetic, deaf to the dissatisfaction of the Eighth Route Army, he doesn't care what others think of him at all, for these contempt, or disdain, the only thing that can shut them up is to let them see the real kung fu.

Anyway, he was now familiar with Makqin, so he fired a bullet directly, stuck the chain in the supply magazine of the heavy machine gun, and then pulled the bolt, held Makqin's grip with both hands, aimed at the drainage groove of the wall on a rainy day, and directly pulled the trigger.

The "Da ......" magazine threw out the cartridge casing, and the bullets hit the drainage tank evenly, splashing countless dust in a straight line.

The sound of heavy machine guns resounded throughout the cottage, and it also startled the bandits on the wall such as Sai Lao and Yang Yun who were doing push-ups.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army outside the hall were also startled by the gunshots, and when they looked at it, they were even more surprised, and collectively chose to shut up.

In order to waterproof the cottage house, there is a drainage channel about ten centimeters wide next to the wall outside each house, and the fat man swept through with a round of machine guns, and all the bullets were fired in the drainage groove, making a straight line.

The fat man released the trigger, and more than ten bullets were fired, but none of them jumped out of the book slot, which shows that Makqin is still very well controlled, otherwise it would not be possible to play like this for the first time.

Turning around, he didn't look at the head of the horse and a group of eight people looked at themselves dumbfounded, the fat man rolled his eyes, and said in his heart, a group of hillbillies. In his time, as long as the heavy machine gunners in the army trained hard, the heavy machine guns swept straight lines and minutes.

However, he ignored that in this era, whether it was the ** and the Eighth Route Army, there was a shortage of materials, and the number of live ammunition firing was very small, and he hurriedly pulled to the battlefield, and he could only use the hard fight on the battlefield to make these soldiers mature, so the price paid was extremely high.

The nine soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were silent, this fat man did have craftsmanship in his hands, and he was arrogant and arrogant.

"The fat master doesn't want to grind and chirp with your kid, you kid will look for someone who can drive, know how to drive, know how to fight, understand physics, understand mechanics, can run, can shoot guns, can draw maps, and have culture...... If you don't have enough people, the fat man and I will fill in the numbers by ourselves, and go back and immediately ask your division commander to give the fat man and me. The fat man said a dozen requests, and he didn't care if the Eighth Route Army could recruit these people for him.

He is absolutely not a combat hero, one by one eyes above the top, as if they can fight devils in the world, from time to time to say "You withdraw, Lao Tzu is the queen of the palace" to make himself the same as Wang Cheng in "Heroes' Children", this kind of person does not know how to cooperate.

What's more, if you get medicine and don't drive, can you carry it? After the vehicle passes, you have to blow up the bridge to prevent the pursuers; If you know physics, you have to make a few time bombs once in a while, right? If you understand mechanics, who will fix the car if it breaks? …… There are too many problems that may be encountered, and the fat man needs soldiers who can not only fight, but also people who can create special operations effects.

In order to achieve the effect of special operations, according to the limitations of this era, he envisioned that the special operations team could be filled with all kinds of people, as long as they were not traitors and lackeys.