The episode of the little bookworm passed quickly, and Liao Mingyu knew that this kid would eventually go to the West Bank.

There's a guerrilla force that's active behind enemy lines, those guys... They all belong to the same category as him, maybe he can find the true meaning in his heart there.

The third battalion continued to distribute new equipment, and the old 79 rifles and Czech models were placed in the open field, and Liao Mingyu decided to confiscate them into the warehouse and use them for training with new recruits or cash them on the black market to replenish military funds.

"This pistol is so imposing, this is the weapon of the master."

Hong Mu played with an M1911 pistol, the beautiful and atmospheric body of the gun made him love it, and the .45 caliber bullet like Thomson's can basically knock the enemy down with one shot.

Liao Mingyu exchanged dozens of M1911 pistols this time, and planned to distribute them to officers above the company level in the Sichuan Army. And Thomson, who has a fast rate of fire and fierce firepower, also came, and like the simple and lightweight grease gun, the bullet caliber of these three guns is the same.

However, Chen Jize is more interested in the M1912 shotgun, which he also fought when he was studying in the United States, and he was very impressed by it.

Chen Jize came to the shooting range with a shotgun and bullets to practice, and after a shot from a distance of more than 10 meters, the human-shaped target woven from straw and sacks instantly stammered. The soldier next to him was stunned, if this hits someone, what will it do?

"Battalion commander, what kind of gun is this, why is it so fierce!" A soldier said in surprise.

With a "click", Chen Jize withdrew the bullet case and said with a smile: "Winchester, the United States, a small devil with a melee weapon, hits a person with a large piece. ”

At this time, Liao Mingyu also came to the training ground with a team of soldiers, who were holding a new machine gun and a few bullet chains, and were setting up the machine gun on the sandbag.

Liao Mingyu personally studied the structure of this general-purpose machine gun, opened the top cover to check the internal bolt, and how its barrel connection was disassembled and assembled.

After tinkering for a while, he called for someone to bring a chain of bullets, and after loading, he pulled the bolt with a "bang".

"The rate of fire of this machine gun is very fast, and it is better not to fire continuously if it is not necessary to suppress fire, otherwise this chain of 150 rounds will be quickly exhausted."

After speaking, Liao Mingyu put the butt of the gun against his shoulder, put his cheek on the butt of the gun and aimed at the target 200 meters away, and his index finger slowly fell on the trigger.

"Sneer, sneer......!"

MG3's unique firing sound rang out instantly. Unlike the Czech or Maxim, the sound is like tearing a sheet of linen with force, and you won't forget it the first time you hear it.

The distant target was covered with bullets in an instant, and the space around it, including its surroundings, was blocked by dense impact points. If it were an enemy, it would have been beaten into a sieve.

Liao Mingyu did not stop shooting, turned the muzzle of the gun and continued to strafe at a row of targets, the bullet casings scattered out of the bolt like a goddess scattering flowers, and the chain of 150 rounds under continuous fire was all shot out in less than half a minute.

There was still green smoke from the muzzle of the gun, but the Mi Long and the others next to him were already dumbfounded, this thing was too hilarious!

How could they, who are accustomed to the Czech style, imagine that the fire continuity of a light machine gun can be comparable to that of a heavy machine gun. And the shooting speed is very fast, which simply subverts their perception.

"Captain! Let me try. ”

The dragon had some itchy hands. He has long disliked the short and weak bullet capacity of the Czech type, and he was obsessed with the M2 old godmother some time ago, but that thing is too heavy to be transferred on the battlefield, how can he be shot last time if it wasn't for this reason?

This new machine gun doesn't look much heavier than the Czech, the key is the firepower, and with it, the long live charge of the little devil is a joke.

Liao Mingyu handed over the gun to him and earnestly advised: "The shooting method is still to combine short point shooting with long point shooting, and it is best not to hold on to the trigger, otherwise the barrel will soon overheat." ”

"Got it, you see!" The dragon is back on bullet and can't wait to try it out.

"Sneer... Snort! ”

The cloth ripper continued to roar, looking at the dragon who was shooting heartily, Liao Mingyu smiled with satisfaction.

This is still the MG3 that is locked in speed, if the original MG42 is here, it is estimated that these guys can stick out their eyes, then the ultra-high rate of fire of 12~15 rounds per second is not something ordinary people can imagine.

After watching it for a while, Liao Mingyu instructed Long Wenwen: "After the third battalion completes the redress, ask them to go to Zhongba Beach to change their defenses, and then let the second battalion come over to get new equipment." Vacancies in machine guns for the squad of the first battalion also had to be filled. ”

"The fourth battalion received the old equipment first, and the training of the new recruits could not be left behind. The new weapons will also need to be used to the soldiers, and you will need to train according to the plan we have made as soon as the whole regiment has completed the change. ”

Long Wenwen patted his chest and immediately agreed: "Don't worry, let's sit together, and promise to complete the task." I dare to say that we are not afraid of a division with this little devil with firepower, haha! ”

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Liao Mingyu returned to the regiment headquarters, the scene of the little bookworm today made him feel a little uneasy, the inertia of time is still so strong, no matter how much his butterfly flutters, it should come or come.

It stands to reason that Meng was annoyed that after receiving his father's letter at this time, he was fighting fiercely in his heart.

In the original time and space, he did nothing and was alone, and he was still dragging that injured leg, and the group of cannon fodder around him couldn't even take care of himself, how many people would care about his existence.

He felt that the Sichuan Army didn't care if he was a cripple or not. That's why he can give up everything without any scruples, even if he is a deserter, he has to find his parents.

And now that Meng is annoying, he is also in a high position, and the chief of staff of the reinforced regiment of five or six thousand people is different from his previous identity, and the situation of the troops is getting better and better day by day, and I don't know what choice he will make when he faces this situation now.

"Xiao Er, go and call Chief of Staff Meng to come over, I have something to find him." Liao Mingyu commanded.

After thinking about it, I still have to talk to Meng Fu, his brother has this kind of thing, and he can't sit idly by.

"Yes!" Ding Xiaoer agreed and ran out immediately.

And now Meng is bored, and he is still wandering around the streets of Chanda without a purpose.

Along the way, he met many soldiers of the Sichuan Legion, and those soldiers who knew him would salute him, and Meng would nod his head when he was annoyed. This feeling of being respected made him feel very melancholy.

Yes, now he is no longer alone, he has his brothers, troops, status, and the regimental commander who treats him like a brother and gives him enough trust.

Everything here fills him with a sense of belonging, like home, how can he let go.

I just thought about quietly running away to the West Bank to find my parents, if I really did this, what difference would it be from a deserter? Don't even think about raising your head in front of your brothers in this life.

There were also some people on the street who came from nowhere, carrying large luggage with hats and hats, and swarmed like ants towards their destination.

Everywhere you go, you can see such people, they are workers in a certain factory, or students in a certain school, and they have carried the whole of China in the factory or the library. Just to find a foothold in this war-torn era.

A young man in the distance passed him. His unique temperament attracted Meng's attention.

It was a student, and he was like the ants. But what is different is that the eyes of young people are full of determination and yearning.

That kind of look Meng was annoyed too clearly, he used to be like that.

I used to be a student myself, fearless and determined... The heart is higher than the sky, but in the end it is still like an ant living hard.

If there is no regiment commander, I'm afraid he will still be the cripple with a poisonous tongue and everyone dislikes. Think about it, now I am very happy compared to them, what qualifications do I have to ask for more?

"Chief of Staff, Chief of Staff!" Ding Xiaoer shouted loudly behind him.

"Whew... Call... I've found you, I've run half of the Zenda, and it's okay... Luckily, a group of soldiers said they saw you here. Ding Xiaoer was so tired that he couldn't breathe.

"What's wrong?" Meng was annoyed and stopped and asked.

"The head of the regiment is looking for you for something, let you hurry up." Ding Xiaoer hurriedly said.

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