"What's the squad leader's name?"

"Daimyo Katsu Yougen. You can call Lao Ge. It's okay to call the squad leader. ”

"What about you?"

"Guawa."

"Daimyo?"

"It's not up yet. Ask someone to get up. To give money. ”

"Oh......"

Zhang Chu had a chat without a match. But the eyes are watching the battlefield.

Not from the point of view of a soldier.

Rather, from the point of view of a professional garbage guy. From a cost-effective point of view.

By the time of the battle, about half of the Japanese had been killed and wounded. However, Zhang Dabiao's commando, who rushed to reinforce it, also suffered many casualties.

Zhang Chu deduced that the commandos led by Zhang Dabiao should all be good hands. It is the fire brigade that bears the responsibility. Or the role of a patrol. Spot where there is danger and fix it immediately.

After all, devils aren't stupid either. Cangyun Ridge is so big, it will definitely find a way to infiltrate it.

The Eighth Route Army was poorly equipped, there was not enough ammunition, and every time it fought, it had to pay a considerable price.

The price of that is people.

After fighting so far, the Eighth Route Army has the advantage in numbers.

However, if the gap in weapons and ammunition is taken into account, the Japanese invaders have the upper hand.

Frown.

It won't go on like this.

No, I don't even have a chance to pick up garbage.

It would be even worse if the Japanese invaded won.

No way.

More ammunition must be provided to the new regiment.

A hundred bullets will certainly not solve the battle.

Gotta step up!

"It's our platoon commander over there!"

"It's the machine gun one!"

"His surname is Xiong. Bear bear's bear. We all called him the bearman platoon commander. You have to be careful. He likes to curse the most. ”

"Oh......"

Zhang Chu looked left and right.

Lao Ge has already gone far. He often changed the firing position.

Apparently, this is a veteran with a lot of combat experience. Not only is the marksmanship good, but also the battlefield awareness is good. Know to move often.

If you keep shooting in one place, you will soon be caught by the Japanese invaders. And then there is a high probability of being hit by a grenadier with one shot.

Guawa is a chatterbox. Bad marksmanship. But the thief can say.

Zhang Chu soon learned about the situation in the third row. There are only seven people in Class 9 at the moment. There were only twenty-three people in the platoon.

Before the battle of Cangyunling began, there were thirty-seven people. So far, there have been fourteen casualties.

There are few veterans. There are only five in the full row. The others were all recruits who had only been in the army for a few months.

The bearman platoon commander is an old Red Army. Oldest eligibility.

Lao Ge is the second wave. He was enlisted in the early days of the Anti-Japanese War. It's been two years.

There are also three that are full of one year. It's a veteran.

The elite combat strength of the separate regiment was in one battalion. There are certainly not so many veterans in the third battalion.

Among the three battalions, it is the most elite of the company.

Among the three companies, there is a row of the most elite.

As the third battalion, nine companies and three platoons ranked last in the battle sequence, most of them are naturally recruits.

Fortunately, the machine gun of the bearman platoon commander hit very well.

The whole platoon was a Czech light machine gun. It is personally in charge of the platoon commander. The point shot was very good.

Every time you shoot, you can shoot a Japanese criminal.

However, Zhang Chu was always worried that his bullets might not be enough.

In the event of a run out of bullets, the light machine gun loses its deterrent power.

"The platoon leader of the bear man is called Xiong Dingshan......"

"He likes to hear the story of Xue Rengui's three arrows to set the Tianshan Mountain very much......"

Guava suddenly shut up.

But it was Lao Ge who transferred back.

Lao Ge spread his hands: "Zhang Chu, are there any bullets?" ”

"Yes." Zhang Chu then grabbed two more handfuls and gave them to him. About thirty rounds.

Lao Ge took the bullet, put it in his arms, and walked to the right.

There are also firing positions over there.

"How many bullets are you hiding?" Guava was unbelievable.

"Some." Zhang Chu was vague.

"Where the hell are you hiding?" Guawa was curious.

"Did you go to school?" Zhang Chu was deliberately unfathomable, "Do you know what calculus is and what trigonometric functions are?" ”

"I ......" Guawa suddenly choked.

What is this?

Completely incomprehensible.

"I'm leaving!" Zhang Chu didn't want to entangle with him.

"By the way, you're going to shoot the squad leader!" He continued, "Don't be stunned and do nothing. ”

"Got it." Guava hurriedly turned around and picked up the gun, and then fired.

Of course, you can't hit the enemy. But it is possible to attract the attention of the enemy. It can be regarded as creating opportunities for Lao Ge.

The battlefield is not alone. It's a teamwork. Very good sharpshooters are needed. But also cannon fodder.

Well, speaking of cannon fodder, it might be a bit mean. But it is.

If there is no cannon fodder to attract enemy fire. The sharpshooter couldn't snipe it out of the way.

As cannon fodder, you should also play as much as possible.

It's about attracting the enemy's attention.

But I don't want to be cannon fodder......

"Ding!"

"Open the [Special Forces] template."

"A good arms dealer must first be able to ensure his own safety."

"It is better to rely on others than on yourself. Only when you are strong is you the safest. In the future, you will be trained to be a good special forces. ”

"Remember, the more you contribute, the stronger you become."

Suddenly, there was an influx of information.

Zhang Chu: ???

What? Commando? I?

I can't catch chickens, but I can also become a special soldier?

Funny......

Shake one’s head. Cat waist. Walk along the trench to the left.

He was going to equip the fighters of the new regiment with more ammunition. It just so happened that thousands of rounds were broken down in the warehouse, and all of them were sent down.

Only more bullets can better attract the attention of the Japanese invaders.

Meet the first warrior. Give him two bullets. About thirty.

Cat waist. Continue to move to the left.

Meet the second warrior. Give him two bullets too. It's also about thirty.

Then keep walking......

Third ......

Fourth ......

It just so happened that the whole platoon was here. There's something for everyone. Each one is two bullets.

The gunfire gradually intensified.

One trades off the other. The guns of the Eighth Route Army were fierce, and it was the turn of the Japanese to suffer.

Zhang Dabiao and others took the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Lao Ge killed three Japanese criminals in a row.

Zhang Chu came to the bearman platoon leader. I'm going to give him a few more. After all, it's a machine gun. Ammunition consumption is significant.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Zhang Chu. Just joined Class 9. ”

"Where's your gun?"

"I don't have a gun. Only bullets. ”

"How many bullets do you have? All of them were pressed into the magazine. ”

"Yes!"

Zhang Chu agreed. With his back against the trench, sit down with his ass. Press the bullet into the magazine.

The bear-man platoon leader has a total of four magazines around him. All have a capacity of 20 rounds. Straight magazine. It's easier to press into.

Take the bullet out of the warehouse and press it into the magazine.

He's still up to the task.

As for the special forces or something, I thought I heard it wrong.

Masters like Monk Wei and Duan Peng have a chance to become special forces. Forget it. Don't be ugly.

Quickly press one. Put it next to the machine gun.

The bear-man platoon leader had just finished firing a magazine. Remove the empty magazine and replace it with a new one.

The empty magazine was naturally thrown to Zhang Chu's side.

At the same time, the bearman platoon commander also transferred with a light machine gun.

Zhang Chu continued to lower his head and press the bullet.

He estimated that the Japanese would soon be killed by their grenadiers.

Really......

"Boom ......"

There was a muffled sound.

A grenade exploded nearby.

It feels like it's only four or five meters away. Luckily, he was hiding in a trench.

Otherwise......

Continue to press the bullet.

Soon another one was pressed.

More and more proficient.

I feel a little uncomfortable in my chest. I want to throw up. But I can't spit it out. It must have been shocked by the grenade explosion.

It's miserable......

These devils are a bit difficult to deal with.

Bullets alone can't do it! Gotta get some explosives for the devil.

Grenades or something are not bad.

The problem is no.

He had just come all the way along the trench and had not seen any grenades. I guess it's run out.

If there were, there must have been fighters throwing grenades just now.

Seriously, for the Eighth Route Army, which did not have extra bullets for training, grenades worked better than rifles.

Marksmanship requires training. The average person is not a sharpshooter.

But grenades can be thrown by anyone. And the lethality is quite good.

Inspect the portable warehouse. Found that there are actually grenades in the decomposition category. German-made M24 wooden-handled grenades, Japanese muskmelon grenades, and American imperialist MK2 grenades, all of which are available.

The recycling price is also not high. 15 pieces for all. In other words, a 38 rifle can actually be broken down into a hundred grenades.

In terms of short-term killing effect, a hundred grenades is definitely stronger than a three-eight woman.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have any recyclables now.

Unless it's now to run out and pick up the devil's weapons and ammunition......

Fill all four magazines.

The bearman platoon commander has not returned. It's boring.

Quietly probe out.

I just saw a devil's Type 38 rifle.

Not far away. It's only about one hundred and fifty meters.

Or downhill.

If you climb with a roll, you can definitely go down.

The difficult thing is how to get back after picking up the rifle. The climb is not easy. You can be hit by Japanese invaders at any time.

To go or not to go?

Go!

Wealth and danger are sought.

Get out!