"Fat Dun, you two come out of the trenches with me and bring back all the Japs' equipment. You have to move fast!"
Wen San had long been drooling as he stared at those guns, especially the two light machine guns and the grenade launchers, which were lying on the ground intact. If he didn't take them now, then when?
The soldiers were already jealous. They had never used such good equipment. In the past, on the battlefield, even if the Japanese were killed, someone would come up from behind and drag the gun away. If they couldn't take it away, they would gather together and blow it up with grenades.
Coupled with the constant bombardment by the Japanese, few intact equipment fell into their hands. This time, the situation was completely different. The Japanese were ambushed and had no time to take away the equipment, which naturally gave them an advantage.
Seeing the Japanese who were escaping quickly, Wen San jumped out of the trench with seven or eight people and collected guns and ammunition as quickly as possible. The weapons they brought were not many to begin with, but with the addition of the Japs, they felt much more at ease.
However, just as everyone was collecting guns, a Japanese soldier who was not dead suddenly turned over and plunged a half-foot-long bayonet into the thigh of a soldier, causing blood to flow profusely!
Fortunately, the fat guy next to him reacted quickly. He slammed the butt of his rifle into the Japs face, knocked him to the ground, and killed the Japs with a knife through the chest.
"Damn it, some Japs are pretending to be dead! As long as the Japs who don't see fatal injuries, all of them will give me a touch-up, no matter if he is dead or not." Wen San was a little angry. As a commander, he did not remind the soldiers in time. This was his responsibility.
The soldier who was stabbed was named Liu Bao. He was too excited and was careless, so he was stabbed by the Japanese. Even though his brothers helped to bandage and stop the bleeding, the pain still made him grin and curse.
Ten minutes later, all the weapons on the mountainside had been moved to the trenches by Wen San and others. As for the gun at the foot of the mountain, Wen San did not send anyone to pick it up for fear of an accident.
"Platoon commander, this battle was so damn beautiful. We actually killed more than thirty Japanese. It was impossible for a regiment to achieve such a result in such a short period of time before!" Lao Wan looked at the weapons. Equipment, very excited.
They have never won such a victory before.
Wen San's battlefield command ability has been recognized by all soldiers.
"Don't be too happy. The real battle hasn't started yet! Hurry up and take inventory of the equipment and replace the Hanyang Zaodu in your hand." Wen San greeted and took the initiative to take a light machine gun and inspect it.
"Report to the platoon leader that we have seized two light machine guns, three grenade launchers, 15 38-guns, 10 artillery shells, 22 grenades, and countless bullets..."
Everyone worked together and the inventory was quickly completed. Without waiting for Wen San to elaborate, one by one, like wolves, they took all the weapons into their hands. Especially the two light machine guns, several people fought over them, and there was almost no fight.
"You little melon, don't compete with me. With your poor marksmanship, do you have the nerve to use a machine gun?"
"You said chicken, who can guarantee accurate shooting with that crappy gun? With this machine gun, I can still beat the Japanese crying for father and mother, no worse than your turtle son..."
In order to get a good gun, everyone started to quarrel, yelling all kinds of curses, eyes widening like cattle, and refused to let go.
"You're good with chickens, why don't you use a grenade? That one is more powerful."
The three most powerful grenade launchers were placed aside, with no one trying to grab them. Without him, no one would be able to use this thing.
"Stop it! I see you are all belching like eagles! The little Japs are at the bottom of the mountain. What are you arguing about? Do you really think that the Japs don't exist anymore?" Wen San scolded, and everyone put it down angrily. Gun in hand.
"There is one light gun for each squad, two people use it together, and the remaining one is kept as a spare. All the guns in hand are replaced by 38-type guns, and the eliminated guns are placed in the hiding hole below. Hand grenades and hand grenades are concentrated In the hands of someone who has strong hands and can throw accurately." Wen San quickly distributed the items.
On this little thing, what's there to argue about?
Wen Sanyi yelled, and everyone became honest. Each got their own weapons. On Wen San's side, he should be the one to use the light machine gun, but Wen San didn't use it and gave it to Tintin Mao'er. This guy's marksmanship is really good. Who else would he use it for?
Wen San focused on the grenade, which no one knew how to use. More than twenty cannonballs are so conspicuous that they cannot be left aside to gather dust.
Wen Youcai also received formal military training. As a man, how many are not interested in weapons? Out of curiosity, he actually checked how to use the grenade.
The grenade is a light mortar with a range of three to four hundred meters. The main thing is to use the principle of parabola to drop bombs. If you want to hit accurately, you cannot rely entirely on the shooter's feeling, but on a set of well-designed mechanical structures.
When a shooter uses a grenade, he first finds a good target, uses the thumb method to measure the distance to the target, then uses a white line on the grenade barrel to aim at the target, and punches the base on the ground. Then the shooter first stabilizes the grenade barrel at 45°, and adjusts the shooting range through the leveler on the side of the barrel body.
Wen San has some basic knowledge, but has never practiced it before. While the soldiers were changing their clothes, he just wanted to practice it to verify what he had learned before.
"Platoon leader, do you still know how to use the Japanese grenade?" Lao Wan saw Yang Guang constantly fiddling with it, adjusting the barrel back and forth, and gesticulating back and forth with his thumb, which seemed pretty decent.
"I've seen others operate it, but it's my first time using it, so I don't know if it's accurate or not," Wen San said honestly.
Wen San is a college student. With the help of more than ten years of modern knowledge and his special experience in understanding related operations, it is really not that difficult to get started with this thing.
The Japs at the foot of the mountain were already three hundred meters away, and they began to gather again. Wen San heard several officers discussing and wanted to counterattack and capture the mountain. I have to say that the Japs are so damn big-hearted. They just suffered a loss and immediately forgot about it.
"Just use them to do an experiment." Wen San gestured, and after adjusting the barrel several times, he finally put a cannonball in.
boom……
The shells flew out, flying toward the Japanese in the distance with a sharp whistling sound.
However, when the shell landed, it was a long way away from the Japanese. It didn't even hurt the Japanese hair. It just shocked them and they quickly fell to the ground.
"How could the Chinese use our grenades? Damn it! Could it be that the main force guarding the mountain is at least one battalion strong." Matsui cursed and began to doubt life again.
Under normal circumstances, the national army will use mortars and very few people use grenade launchers. Even in the regular army, few people know how to do it. The reason is that there are too few literate people to understand the basic principles of this weapon.
Not to mention the local troops, they don’t even understand the basic principles, and it will take a long time for them to be taught by dedicated personnel.
Xiaogui suspected that the mountain was a regular army of the government, which was reasonable. In their opinion, without the strength of a battalion, it is impossible for their team to suffer such heavy casualties.
Wen San raised the barrel a little and tried firing one again. This time, they had fallen to the edge of the Japanese team. The mud and sand kicked up by the shells made the Japanese retreat continuously, and they were not far from death.
The third artillery shell was fired and accurately landed in the group of Japs. The two Japs were lifted up by the shells and landed very gracefully. Some parts were randomly dropped!
