After the surprise attack, Feng Ye did not stop training because of the arrival of the American liaison officer, they still trained in the forest every day, and there was not much training, mainly because they were familiar with the mode of fighting in the forest.

As he gradually went deeper into the mountains, Feng Ye finally knew why those hunters had a good hunting knife, and now there was a bend in the hand of a Brother Orion, the blade was curved inward in the shape of a crescent, and after adding a wooden handle, it was like a longer arm in Brother Orion's hand, and in front of him, among the vines, a path in the forest was opened up.

"That's not going to work! Doesn't this clearly inform the enemy of our course of action? ”

Feng Yi frowned, looking at the road among the thorns and vines, fighting in the forest, what he paid attention to was to make the enemy unable to figure it out, so neat, isn't it the same as telling the enemy where his people went?

"Commander, when the time comes, the brothers will each have a hunting knife, and there will be roads everywhere in the forest, and the devil knows which one is? A path may pass by a brother, a group of brothers, or a company of brothers. ”

A Brother Orion was laughing beside him.

"Oh? How did you come up with this? What is your name? ”

Feng Yi looked at the recruits in front of him, and his eyes lit up.

"Hehe, I used to do hide and seek when I was young, my name is Wang Xiaobao; What about Qijiang's? ”

The recruit grinned.

"Good boy, there is a future, from tomorrow onwards, you go to the guard company."

Feng Yi patted the recruit on the shoulder, regardless of Wang Ning's bitter gourd face next to him, and he was pulled to the guard company by another resistance.

"The wind and clouds rise, the mountains and rivers move ......"

On the way back to the camp, the happy Feng Ye never let the brothers run back, lined up in a neat queue, sang military songs together, and greeted the sunset on the horizon, and the military camp gradually magnified in their seriousness.

"Regiment commander, the Americans are here again, just waiting for you at the regiment headquarters."

When Feng Ye arrived at the barracks, the company commander on duty hurriedly reported.

"Americans? What is he doing here? The division commander is also here? ”

Feng Yi asked with a frown.

"No, Battalion Commander Li came with him, but now he is alone, and he has brought a futon, so it seems that he is not leaving."

The company commander shook his head, he couldn't understand American, he only said what he knew.

"Got it."

"Zhang Chuan, take the brothers to move their bodies, wash and change clothes."

Feng Yi beckoned Zhang Chuan, calculating the time, the Fifth Army had already arrived in Burma, and the war with the Japanese devils could start at any time, and now he did not arrange other training except for adaptive training.

"Feng, you're finally back."

As soon as Feng Ye stepped into the regiment headquarters, the Americans inside opened their arms.

"Linoldon, why are you here?"

Facing the enthusiasm of the Americans, Feng Yi pointed to his dirty military uniform and waved his hand slightly.

This is one of the three U.S. military liaison officers, and the long list of Feng Ye in front of him did not remember, so he remembered the latter word.

"Feng, the military department is too boring, I think I'm more suitable here, can I have one?"

The American pulled out a pack of cigarettes and handed Feng a cigarette.

"What's good here? You can't even find someone to talk to. ”

Feng Yi shrugged his shoulders and persuaded the way the Americans spoke.

"Feng, I used to be an infantryman, and I preferred the barracks; Is this your gun? Looks good. ”

"Click!"

"Mauser M1924, very good gun, but this is outdated, even the Germans don't use this anymore, they now use Kar 98K."

As if he was familiar with it, he picked up the rifle that Feng Yi had placed on the table, opened the chamber and saw that there were no bullets, and it had been disassembled into parts after dividing five by two.

"Hey! Don't move, that's my gun. ”

Feng Yi frowned, expressing his disgust, he hated it very much when others used his gun.

"Don't worry, I'm a gunsmith; Sniper? Are you a sniper? How far can you hit? Use it! ”

Linolden spoke, but his hands did not stop, checking the state of the parts, especially the barrel, he looked very carefully.

"Feng, the gun is a good gun, and you have good maintenance, but this barrel should be replaced, it has passed its best performance, and the rifling is worn out too much."

Linolden shook his head and pouted.

"That's my gun, mine!"

Feng Ye shouted, didn't care about anything else, took out gauze and began to wipe the parts.

"Hey, friend, you haven't answered my question yet? Are you a sniper? How far can you hit? How accurate? How fast is your rate of fire? ”

Linoldon propped his hands on the table, and a barrage of questions came out.

"You want to know?"

Feng Ye was a little annoyed, why couldn't this American see that he was already a little angry?

"Of course."

Lynnoton nodded and stared at Feng Ng, in his eyes, Feng Ng's movements were very skillful, and he felt that this was at least a qualified infantryman.

"Yes, I'm a sniper, and I've hit eight hundred meters at the farthest distance, but I have a six-fold mirror; As for the accuracy, from 400 meters to 600 meters, the bullets do not go empty. ”

Feng Yi said casually, a little bragging.

"Then you're amazing."

"We in the United States, there is a sniper rifle that is better than this, go to Myanmar, if you accept American equipment, you can see it, it is called Springfield M1903 sniper rifle, it has a beautiful, compact body, with a long sniper scope, which allows you to play your marksmanship freely......"

Leanoton began to boast about American products, and as a gunsmith he had a good knowledge of American firearms.

"Oh? You're talking about the Springfield rifle? That's a Mauser imitation! ”

Feng Yi made Lenoldon's mouth shut with a single word.

"Hey, but we have a more powerful M1 Garand rifle, with a full capacity of eight rounds, and we don't have to pull the bolt every time, especially the crisp sound after the empty compartment, which is always so fascinating......"

Undefeated, Lynnoton soon began to introduce Feng to advanced U.S. Army weapons.

"When are we going to get those weapons you were talking about?"

Feng Ye raised his head suddenly, if there are weapons, then they can beat the Japanese devils well, especially the Thomson, M1 carbine, M3 submachine gun and so on that there are too many weapons suitable for his tactical team, even if there is no submachine gun, one Garand per person is enough.

"Oh, shit!"

"Feng, you know, I can't know this."

Lynghton shook his head, this thing was not in his hands.

"According to the agreement, all the 100,000 expeditionary forces will be equipped by you, but how many of them have completed the refitting now? Fifty thousand? ”

Feng Ye pouted, in fact, the troops that are now entering Burma have completed the refitting of the Fifth Army and the New 38th Division, and the Sixth Army still uses the original weapons.

"We have promised that our valiant soldiers will be ready at all times, but you, the Americans, who have always prided themselves on keeping their promises, have not fulfilled your promises."

Feng sneered at Lyndon.

"Feng, our equipment has already arrived in Myanmar, enough equipment for you to arm 100,000 troops!"

Lynnoton was anxious, shouting in denial of Feng Ng's sarcasm.