Standing on top of a pile of golden bullet shells, Monk Wei did not conceal or exaggerate, he just repeated to Sun Desheng according to Xu San's words, "Ten Makqin, five minutes, the trigger is pulled to the end!" That's the fucking case! ”

Sun Desheng was shocked at first, and then his more serious temper surged up, and he asked, "There is a problem here, let's not talk about why the bullet casings here are so concentrated." Let's calculate first, the theoretical rate of fire of Makqin is 600 rounds per minute, ten rounds is 6,000 rounds, and five minutes is 30,000 rounds. After speaking, he looked at the bullet casings on the ground, "There are definitely no 30,000 rounds of ammunition here." ”

The corners of Monk Wei's eyes twitched a few times, and he said in his heart, you are a strong seed, should you be concerned about the consumption of ammunition now?

Shouldn't you be concerned about how these 10 Maxims came about?

grabbed a handful of bullet casings and threw them at Sun Desheng's body, Monk Wei shouted loudly, "I said that you should really be a bullet to the end, you don't need to change the bullet chain in the middle, you can't add water to the water tank, and who said that the bullet casings have to be left here, so no one is allowed to bring them back?" ”

"That" Sun Desheng still wanted to ask a question, but Monk Wei yelled again, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!" Damn, ten Makqin can be made vigorously, and labor and management can touch it, and I'm still fucking aggrieved! Remember, tonight's battle here is classified, and it's your cavalry company that annihilates the devils! ”

After saying that, Monk Wei walked away and continued to collect the equipment.

"Okay!" Sun Desheng shut up, he knew that Xu San had a special identity, he knew the confidentiality regulations, and he also knew that the more strange things were, the more they had to be kept secret.

Squatting down, he grabbed a handful of bullet casings, and the cold touch was transmitted to his brain along the palm of his hand, so that his brain couldn't help but have a spectacular scene of ten Makqin frantically venting fire regardless of consumption, and the enemy under the hillside was smashed to pieces under this dense firepower.

The same cavalry, this picture made him deeply worried in the bottom of his heart.

With the advent of machine guns, the advantage of cavalry speed became weaker and weaker, and perhaps it would soon be out of the historical stage.

Standing up from the ground, looking at the Shura Hell under the hillside, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who were busy cleaning the battlefield, and the wild wolves who were also cleaning the battlefield, he couldn't help but murmur, "Cavalry. Later will be. Go?! ”

With the addition of the cavalry company, the battlefield was quickly cleaned up, and Sun Desheng found Monk Wei and asked, "It's almost dawn, we should go!" ”

Monk Wei couldn't help but sigh leisurely after glancing at the war horse brought back by Sun Desheng and the loot collected this time, and said, "Yes! It was like a dream. If you don't experience it yourself, it's like listening to a book! ”

The cavalry company had been assembled at this moment, and they were sitting on horseback at the moment, waiting for Sun Desheng's order.

Sun Desheng turned over his horse and said to the soldiers of the cavalry company, "You go first, the monk and I still have something to say." ”

"Yes!"

After receiving the order, the cavalry company smacked the horse's belly with his heel and left one after another.

After everyone left, Sun Desheng spoke: "What did the chief say before leaving?" ”

Monk Wei raised his head, looked at the starry sky, and then took out a note from his pocket.

Sun Desheng unfolded the note and looked at it, and saw the crooked twist and its illegible font: Today's battle, I didn't want to intervene, and now that the war is over, it is time for me to leave. The credit for the total annihilation of the Kagura squadron belongs to the cavalry company, and it has nothing to do with me. I don't know when I'll see you again, if there's a fate, it's a passerby. The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard, and after the victory of the revolution, we will get drunk and rest.

The words on the note were written by Xu San with his left hand, in fact, he didn't want to write it, but he admired Sun Desheng a lot and didn't want to say goodbye, so he finally left a note for him.

Sun Desheng, who said "is a passerby" on the note, naturally knew what it meant, so he took out a match and burned the note, which was regarded as burning the last clue left by Xu San in the Wild Wolf Slope, "Let's go, we should go to the head of the regiment, if we don't return to the team before dawn, he should curse." ”

Monk Wei hung a few good knives on his horse and turned over on his horse, "It's okay, it's too late for him to be happy when he sees the seizure?" Still swearing? By the way, how many casualties did our cavalry company suffer this time? ”

A solemnity flashed on Sun Desheng's face, and then he said, "Five people were seriously injured, and three people were sacrificed!" It's much smaller than I expected, and the cavalry company owes a lot of favor this time. ”

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The early morning sun was like a cold big hand caressing his body, which made the injured Li Yunlong feel a thrill and woke up from nodding and sleeping.

He stood up from the stone, turned his brows tightly in place a few times, looked at the sky, raised his wrist again to look at the time, and then scolded, "Is Sun Desheng his mother's tortoise?" Are you still not back at this time? That's it, what the hell is it or a cavalryman? Even the infantryman is faster than him! ”

Seeing Li Yunlong scolding, the pale-faced Zhao Gang raised his eyebrows, stood up with a branch, limped to Li Yunlong, and said, "Old Li! Keep your mouth clean! Don't scold people all the time! After all, Lian Commander Sun brought the seizure, isn't it natural that the foot is slow? Besides, it's only 6:40, and it's still 20 minutes before 7 o'clock. ”

Seeing Zhao Gang, Li Yunlong's black face immediately turned into a smiling face, "Political Commissar Zhao, what do you say, what are you right, I, Li Yunlong, listen to it, I won't scold anymore!" ”

After speaking, Li Yunlong helped Zhao Gang to sit down again with his characteristic cheap smile.

The reason why Li Yunlong changed his face so quickly this time was because Zhao Gang's artillery hit accurately, and in this battle, it could be said that he would fight wherever he wanted, providing the best artillery support for the troops' assault.

Although it was a bit of a cannon shell, Li Yunlong knew that it was because there was no good scout in his independent regiment to report the parameters.

In this battle, Zhao Gang was more seriously injured than Li Yunlong, and after being injured, he did not say a word, and has been silently providing artillery support in the rear.

This is also what Li Yunlong admires most about him.

But most importantly, the captured materials included four Type 99 150-mm mountain guns and more than 300 shells.

Type 99 is one of the devil's heavy artillery.

It has a long range, up to a maximum range of 7500 meters!

And it is powerful, lightweight, and easy to disassemble and combine.

In the face of such a sharp weapon, Li Yun naturally started to plan to embezzle, but Li Yunlong agreed to hand it over under Zhao Gang's strong opposition, but with Li Yunlong's temper, he naturally would not hand it all over, and finally under fierce bargaining, Li Yunlong's independent regiment left one and thirty shells.