And the crowd fled.

The loot that was picked up was also put down.

Zhang Chu: ......

I like that feeling.

If it was in the new group, no one would listen to his own words.

"Put it all down!"

"All seizures must be returned to the public! Isn't it clear? ”

"Put it all down!"

Guo Huai followed with a loud order.

Zhang Chu pressed his hand and asked him not to be too harsh.

It seems that he is a landlord and wants to monopolize it.

"I just need weapons and equipment!"

"There's also the Japanese army's command knife, plaster flag, or something."

"Take the rest of the stuff yourself!"

Zhang Chu explained to Guo Huai.

That's all there is value for recycling. Everything else is useless.

No plaster flags have been found to be useful before. Later, I found out that each plaster flag was actually worth more than 1,000.

The higher the level, the higher the value.

If it is a plaster flag or a sun flag hung on the wall by a certain member of the Japanese army, it will be even more valuable.

However, the system does not specify how much it is worth.

Each squad, squadron, and brigade of the Japanese invaders has its own plaster flag. Recycling is also an asset.

If it's a wing flag, it's even more exaggerated. It's 10 million. It's not okay.

"Got it!"

"I'll make it clear to them right away!"

Guo Huai was very cooperative.

If they had been, they would have been reluctant to hand over the spoils.

After all, the weapons and equipment of the devils, in their eyes, are also good things! The 38 big cover is much better than the old sleeve made in Hanyang.

But now, they already have the big eight in their hands, they have sniper rifles. The devil's weapons and equipment are not eye-catching. Refreshing handing in.

What's more, Staff Officer Zhang said. Retracting is for upgrading.

After upgrading, they will be given more powerful weapons.

Zhang Chu collected all the weapons and equipment. "Alright, the rest is yours."

"Good!" Guo Huai waved his hand. Everyone continued to clean.

Pull away all the useful things.

Someone else dug a pit. The bodies of the Japanese invaders were buried en masse.

"Wait a minute!"

"I'll go carry some ammo first!"

Zhang Chu said.

Arrange it secretly.

Soon after, he appeared pushing a wheelbarrow again.

On top of the wheelbarrow, there were ten boxes of bullets. All are 7.62*63mm American-made bullets.

Average marksmanship?

It's okay. Drown you directly with bullets.

There was a battle just now. A lot of fighters fired thirty or forty rounds. Ran out of several magazines.

It is estimated that all the bullets they have fought before are not so many.

The Japanese who were caught off guard were completely pressed and beaten. There is no way to fight back.

What's more, there are sharpshooters like Ma Xiaowu and Guo Huai.

In fact, other people's marksmanship can also be improved. The premise is that there is enough bullet training.

For example, 10,000 rounds per person?

It's like Company E in "Band of Brothers"? Enough ammo! Just use!

"Open two boxes first!"

"Two boxes are enough! Enough is enough! ”

Guo Huai presided over the distribution of ammunition.

There were so many bullets, of course, he was reluctant to distribute them immediately.

Each fighter carries ten magazines. That's about 80 rounds. The others are used together. lest everyone waste it.

"Gollum!"

"Gollum!"

Suddenly, my stomach growled.

Zhang Chu: ......

Finished!

I'm so hungry!

I don't think I was fighting just now. Now that the battle is over, I'm starving.

looked at Guo Huai with an embarrassed expression, "Captain Guo, do you have anything to eat?" ”

"Yes! Yes! Yes! ”

Guo Huai replied happily.

Immediately took Zhang Chu back to Huaishuzhuang.

On the way, Zhang Chu simply inquired about the surrounding enemies.

"Where did the devil come from?"

"Ponyville stronghold."

"How many devils are stationed in there?"

"A squadron. There is also a company of the puppet army. ”

"After eating, let's go and pull out this stronghold."

"What?"

Guo Huai was taken aback.

Pulling out a stronghold?

How can it be?

Devils have bunkers and turrets.

The devil's bunkers and turrets are so strong that the mortars can't move.

To go up is to die!

"There were main forces that fought before. But it didn't come down. Dozens of people were also lost......"

"I have a cannon."

"Huh?"

Guo Huai was stunned.

Zhang Chu still has a cannon? What cannon? Can you hit bunkers and turrets?

"Mortars don't work either."

"I'm bringing the devil's infantry artillery. Direct shooting is possible. ”

"Huh?"

Guo Huai was stunned again.

Devil's infantry artillery! Zhang Chu actually has!

That......

Maybe you can try it?

If there are enough shells, you can still knock open the Japanese turret.

The question is......

"How many shells are there?"

"That's a lot!"

"How much?"

"More than 100 rounds!"

"Ah......

Guo Huai's face was surprised again.

Sky!

More than a hundred shells!

That's quite rich! It is sure to blow up the turrets of the Japanese invaders.

Excited.

Agitated.

Expect.

"Then I'll call a few more people. The more help the sooner done. ”

"We're armed nearby?"

"Yes! There are also militia groups of men from several nearby villages. But there were not a few guns. There were only a few bullets. ”

"Okay, you gather them together."

"Good!"

Guo Huai immediately arranged for Wang Shugen to pass the order.

Soon after, the group returned to Huaishuzhuang. There are very few people left here.

The elderly, the weak, women and children have basically been transferred. The rest are all prepared to fight the Japanese invaders.

The village has long been fortified and cleared. The Japanese couldn't find anything to eat.

However, Guo Huai and the others must know where the grain is buried. Dig it out.

Make a fire and knead the dough. Cut the dough sheet.

After a busy day, the noodle soup is ready.

It's hot and fragrant.

Zhang Chu and Ma Xiaowu were also not polite, and gobbled them up.

The two of them were indeed hungry.

Others were starving, too. It's all gobbling up.

"Did the devil come out to grab food?"

"Yes!"

"How often?"

"Once a month."

"That ......"

Zhang Chu nodded thoughtfully.

Food......

What a problem!

There is no way to solve this problem.

The system only recovers weapons and equipment. I don't care about the rest of the food, the clothes, or anything.

What to do?

Simple.

Rob!

Snatch it from the devil!

If the devil robs the people, let's rob the devil!

Who's afraid of whom?

"Is there any food in the Ponyville stronghold?"

"Yes!"

"How many?"

"A lot. At the end of last year alone, the devils came out and grabbed hundreds of loads of grain back. There is news that the devil is also preparing to transport some of the grain to Ping'an County! ”

"Ping'an County?"

Zhang Chu's eyes flashed.

The famous Battle of Pyonglagrad! World War II Turning Point......

It turns out that this place is not far from Ping'an County? Good! Get a chance to touch it!

There is no need for Li Yunlong to make a move.

He directly led a group of guerrillas to defeat Ping'an County.

It's not that it can't be done......

As long as there are enough weapons and ammunition, the devil's teeth will be broken.

Finish eating.

Zhang Chu found a place to rest.

No one came to disturb them.

It's good to mix in the guerrillas. Free. Do whatever you want.

As long as you don't defect to the enemy, don't rebel, and don't hurt the people, no one cares about you.

Who called him the regimental staff officer of the main forces?

The fox is fake and the tiger is mighty! Ha ha!

If Li Yunlong knew, he would probably be angry to death.

Moisten!

When it was almost dawn, I finally woke up.

saw Ma Xiaowu sitting aside.

"Are you really going to fight the Ponyville stronghold?"

"Yes!"

"It's hard. Devil's reinforcements will arrive within three hours. ”

"Three hours is enough."

Zhang Chu is full of confidence.

As long as the Japanese artillery tower was blown open, it would not take three hours to end the battle.

Do you think it's with a dynamite bag?

Of course not!

Do you think I only have one infantryman?

Of course not.

I have three doors!

Three infantry guns fired directly. Every time he fired a hundred or dozens of shells, I don't believe that there were a few turrets and pillboxes that could hold him back.

Unless the devil has the luxury of using reinforced concrete to build. It's impossible.

Most of the devil's turrets are brick and concrete structures.

Up to three shells, absolutely explode!

When the time comes......

Rush it!