Zhang Chu was slightly stunned.

All the rifles? What do you mean?

All models?

All quantities?

Zhao Gang was also puzzled.

Li Yunlong squinted, "Just take out all your inventory!" One piece of each! Let the political commissar help with the identification! ”

"Yes!" Zhang Chu understood.

Dare to love Li Yunlong himself, he can't make a decision. Everything. Nothing is willing to give up.

I chose this and thought that was good.

I chose that one and thought it was good.

Difficulty in choosing. But not because of poverty. It's because the level of competing products is too close. All excellent.

Turn away.

Find a secluded place and take out "all" rifles.

The first, Mauser 98K...... (German Machinery Representative)

The second branch, the three eight women...... (Representative of Japanese machinery)

The third branch, Ying 77...... (Representatives of British Weapons)

Fourth, Springfield M1903...... (Representative of the United States)

Well, the representatives of bolt-action rifles, these are the four ......

Wrong. It's five. There is also Mosin Nagan (representative of the Soviet Union). I just took it out.

And then......

He also took out a Garand semi-automatic (representative of the United States).

One SVT-40 semi-automatic (representative of the Soviet Union).

These two goods can be regarded as rifles. Premium rifles.

Get.

Turn around and walk back.

He had seven guns on his back. It was hung as if it were a wooden stake.

OK. Carry it. It doesn't feel like there's much weight.

"Staff Officer Zhang, I'll help you!"

Zhao Gang walked up quickly and helped Zhang Chu take off the rifles one by one.

When I got Garand, I was confused. What kind of rifle is this?

He urgently reported to the brigade headquarters directly from the Kang University branch, and then rushed to the new regiment, which he had never seen before.

In my impression, the Japanese invaders, the puppet army, the recalcitrant army, and the national army do not have such guns?

Our Eighth Route Army shouldn't have either.

"Commissar, this is an American gun. The full name is the M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle. Commonly known as the Big Eight Grain. ”

"Self-loading. Eight-round magazine. I can fire continuously. ”

Zhang Chu briefly introduced.

Zhao Gang is a cultural person, and he understands it as soon as he hears it.

I couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

The new regiment actually has such an advanced semi-automatic rifle?

No wonder it was able to defeat Sakata United.

A rifle that can fire continuously is definitely much stronger than the Japanese Kou's 38 big cover.

"How many of these guns are there in our regiment?"

"Before, there were more than 200 of them. Now another 1,000 have been ordered. It hasn't been delivered yet. ”

"A thousand!"

Zhao Gang was quite surprised.

Just one regiment, more than a thousand semi-automatic rifles?

When did our Eighth Route Army team become so rich? Can you afford such a powerful rifle?

"Yes."

Zhang Chu replied weakly.

But he complained secretly. Why hasn't the convoy arrived yet.

I knew the delivery was so slow. I switched to airdrops. Simple, brutal, and direct.

The key is to be fast. It only takes a few seconds to arrive.

"Puff puff!"

"Puff puff!"

It's as if you've seen countless boxes fall to the ground.

A thousand Garand semi-automatic rifles, at least a hundred cases. Hundreds of boxes fell to the ground together, and it was a spectacular ......

If you don't know the details, you might think that there was an earthquake......

"Zhang Chu, bullet!"

"Let the commissar try!"

Li Yunlong shouted.

Only then did Zhang Chu react. Take out a double-row magazine. Press into the magazine. Then hand it to Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang is also welcome. Take it. Fiddle carefully.

After a few moments, he had a basic understanding. So he raised his gun and took aim.

"Bang!"

A shot was shot.

The canned box shook a little.

But it was pierced several holes just now, and now it can't fly.

"Bang!"

Zhao Gang continued to pull the trigger.

Sure enough, there is no need to pull the bolt. Bullets are self-loading.

Very advantageous for aiming.

Because the aiming posture will not be disrupted. Can be quickly refilled.

For recruits, this type of shooting is very important.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Shoot out the bullets in one go.

In total, five shots were shot. Three shots were crooked.

It's not that Zhao Gang's marksmanship is not good. It was he who was not familiar with this gun. The accuracy of the burst is not taken into account.

To be precise, it's not a burst. But pulling the trigger too quickly will definitely affect the aiming of the next bullet. After all, it's the first operation. There is no feel.

In addition, the recoil of the big eight grains is indeed relatively strong. Stronger than Mosin Nagant.

Especially when shooting quickly, continuously, the recoil is quite sour.

"Come again!"

Li Yunlong said.

Zhang Chu took out another double-row magazine.

Zhao Gang stretched out his hand to take it. Press into the magazine yourself. Then raise the gun and shoot.

He's a connoisseur. You will learn it as soon as you learn it.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The gun went off. All eight shots hit.

Awesome. None of them missed.

Li Yunlong: ......

I had to take it.

This commissar is a bit level!

It's more bullish than the dozen or so political commissars before it! You can also kill enemies on the battlefield.

"Who's that?"

"The new commissar?"

"The new commissar's marksmanship seems to be good?"

"yes, that's good......"

"It seems that our commissar can also fight......"

"That's great."

Zhang Chu heard someone whispering in the distance.

However, some cadres received Huzi's notice and rushed to the regiment headquarters for a meeting, and happened to see the political commissar firing a gun, so they all stood by and watched the excitement.

He nodded thoughtfully.

This is actually a good thing for Zhao Gang.

The new commissar inadvertently won respect with his marksmanship.

You must know that the political commissar before the new regiment has been away from his post for a long time due to illness. The new group now is completely a hall of words.

The vast majority of military cadres are almost all of Li Yunlong's character.

Hot-tempered. Fight the rudeness.

Not afraid of death. Head iron. Disobedience. A bunch of faults.

To paraphrase a phrase from later generations, it is a two-headed wild. The style is rough, and the discipline is also rough.

Zhang Dabiao, the commander of the first battalion, is such a person.

The second battalion commander, Wan Hushan, is similar.

The commander of the third battalion was Che Lei, nicknamed Che Cannon. There are only wrong names, no wrong nicknames.

The company commanders and platoon commanders below are similar.

For example, Xiongding Mountain.

is simply a copy of Li Yunlong's rough character.

"Come again!"

Li Yunlong shouted.

Zhang Chu handed over the double-row magazine again.

Zhao Gang pressed the bomb. Shoot. Coherent. Again, all eight shots were hit.

Zhang Chu: ......

It's no longer difficult.

After all, it's a fixed goal.

And there is no outside interference. You can aim intently.

On the battlefield of Lijiapo, the smoke of gunpowder was filled, the smoke was swirling, the bullets were flying sideways, the flesh and blood were blurred, the stumps and arms were broken, and the sound of guns, screams, and shouts of killing was like a hell on earth.

In that case, Zhao Gang can hit the machine gunners of the Japanese invaders, and this kind of fixed target, of course, is not difficult.

"That's it."

"Try something else."

Li Yunlong also made a judgment.

This Zhao Gang's basic skills are very solid. Don't play imaginary.

Zhao Gang put down Garand. I looked at the other guns. I've touched them all. Finally pick up the SVT-40.

Doubt.

What kind of gun is this?

Never seen it before.

Li Yunlong was also puzzled. He had never seen such a gun before.

"Zhang Chu, what kind of gun is this?"

"SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle of the big brother of the USSR. Commonly known as ten grains fast. ”

"Ten bullets?"

"That's right! The gun can hold ten rounds. ”

"I'll try!"

Li Yunlong's hands suddenly itched.

Zhao Gang then handed the SVT-40 in his hand to the other party.

"You are the head of the regiment, you will come first."

"Good!"

Li Yunlong is also not polite.

He was indeed very curious about the SVT-40.

After taking it, I looked at it carefully, disassembled the magazine, and studied it briefly.

Replace the magazine. Open Insurance. Aim. Shoot.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two shots in a row.

Half a second apart.

The bullets all hit the canned box.

"Not bad!"

Li Yunlong admired.

Then proceed to pull the trigger.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Shoot all the bullets in a row.

Nine shots hit. One shot missed.

Very satisfied.

"Zhang Chu, such a good gun, why didn't you take it out earlier? Let's have a ...... in our hands."

"Ten fast or eight big, which do you think is better?"

"This ......"

Li Yunlong was speechless.

It doesn't seem to be comparable......

It's all good guns.

It doesn't matter if it's good or bad. All excellent.

"Shall I try?"

Zhao Gang stretched out his hand.

Li Yunlong immediately handed the SVT-40 rifle to the other party.

Zhang Chu handed over the magazine at the same time.

Zhao Gang pressed the bullet himself. Then raise the gun and aim.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Pull the trigger continuously.

All ten rounds hit. None of them missed.

"Good gun!"

Zhao Gang was sincerely admired.

Zhang Chu sent Garland to him.

Zhao Gang: ......

All right. He was also entangled.

Which of these two guns is better? Can't tell.

It all feels good.

Each one is good. I like both.

"How many of these guns can you get?"

"Swap old guns. An old gun for a new one. You can change as much as you want. ”

"Are bullets any good?"

"One hundred thousand rounds is not a problem."

"How much?"

Zhao Gang was stunned.

I thought I had heard it wrong.

One hundred and a hundred thousand rounds?

Are you sure you're not wrong?

Really bring a swastika?

Zhang Chu: ......

Well, it scared Commissar Zhao.

Political Commissar Zhao, who has just arrived, is not mentally prepared yet!

He definitely couldn't imagine how rich the new group was now! A few hundred thousand rounds of ammunition is not a lot......

You know, during World War II, the USSR produced a total of 17 billion rounds of ammunition. In total, the United States produced more than 40 billion rounds of ammunition.

That is, the Eighth Route Army was pitiful and could only rely on capture. The eight years of the Anti-Japanese War consumed no more than 100 million bullets. It's so pathetic......

Oh, low-key, low-key......

"There is no problem with the bullets." Zhang Chu changed his words.

Today's end is over. Continued tomorrow.

(End of chapter)