Nan Beichen walked out of the headquarters and looked at the more than a thousand people at the door, a little shocked.
"Are you all Sichuan soldiers?"
Nan Beichen asked doubtfully.
Because he knew that it was impossible for the so-called beggars to come to his place. After all, his place would soon become a frontline battlefield.
So the first thing I thought of was that a troop marching thousands of miles like beggars would come out of Sichuan to fight against Japan.
At that time, pedestrians still laughed at them as a beggar gang migrating or holding a conference.
"Go back, go back, sir, we are the Sichuan Army, and we are in the humble position of Zhang Lixian."
A strong man wearing a major epaulette was stunned when he heard Nan Beichen's question.
Because he saw that Nan Beichen was wearing an epaulette with the rank of lieutenant general.
Mainly because Nan Beichen is only in his 20s and is too young.
"You were sent by the principal to support the New 7th Army?"
Nan Beichen asked.
"Yes, sir, we were ordered to come to support the New 7th Army."
Zhang Lixian responded.
"I see, thank you for your hard work, brothers! I traveled thousands of miles to Sichuan to fight against Japan. The government should not have done it right. At least I have to give you a few pairs of shoes!"
Nan Beichen looked at the uneven Sichuan Army and said angrily.
"Sir! We are all a miscellaneous force, who cares... You are being polite by not being used as cannon fodder for us."
At this point, Zhang Lixian sighed and said helplessly.
"I know, but if you come here today, you are my brothers Nan Beichen! I will provide you with the equipment."
Nan Beichen opened his mouth and said.
"Thank you sir!"
Everyone didn't say much after hearing this. They had heard this kind of thing too many times.
Being able to give hundreds of crappy guns thousands of rounds of bullets and hundreds of grenades is pretty good.
But they all thought Nan Beichen wrong.
"Everyone listen to orders! Put down all weapons and equipment!"
Nan Beichen's sudden order shocked all the Sichuan troops.
All the Sichuan soldiers held weapons tightly in their hands, ready to take action at any time.
Because this was going to disarm them, they were still a little worried when they first arrived.
"Sir? What are you doing?"
Zhang Lixian asked worriedly.
"Change your equipment. Your equipment does not match the equipment in the base. You will definitely have to change it."
Nan Beichen said with a matter-of-fact expression.
You must know that Nan Beichen copied all the equipment of the German weapon master.
The entire German Arms Division has a total of 17,000 people, and the copied equipment can arm two 17,000 people.
What's more, his base is producing rifles, imitation submachine guns, light machine guns, and even heavy machine guns, mortars, infantry guns and other weapons.
"Brothers! All of you, take a step away and put down your weapons!"
Zhang Lixian looked at Nan Beichen as if he was joking, so he ordered the soldiers to put down their weapons.
One of them, Ogawa Jun, was too stubborn to put down the old sleeve rifle in his hand.
The so-called old slide is the earliest Hanyang rifle. Due to wear and quality problems, a slide was added to maintain the condition.
That’s why it’s called an old sleeve.
"Gouwazi! Didn't you hear the order?"
Zhang Lixian saw one of the young Sichuan soldiers who was about 13 or 14 years old and scolded him.
"Captain! You told me, the gun is there but the man is there, the gun dies and the man dies!"
Gou WaZi shouted at Zhang LiXian.
Because the old sleeve was an old-fashioned rifle with smooth rifling that Gouwazi had been begging for for a long time.
This child is older than his father, so how could the child have put down his weapon?
Will he be given a new gun soon?
"Give me the gun!"
Nan Beichen motioned to the soldiers around him to hand over the Z35 rifle he was carrying to Nan Beichen.
"The Z35 rifle is an imitation of the Mauser 98K rifle, but its caliber has been changed to 7.62 mm. It has a closed magazine that can hold ten rounds of bullets. It is fast, accurate and ruthless!"
Nan Beichen pulled the bolt of the gun, pushed the bullet into the chamber, fired a shot in the distance and said.
"From now on, I will personally give you this brand new Z35 rifle. I hope you can use this gun to protect your home and country!"
Nan Beichen grabbed the gun with both hands and handed it to Gou Wazi solemnly.
Gouwazi slowly placed his old muff on the ground and glanced at it with nostalgia before looking at Nan Beichen.
"Yes! From today on, I will use this gun to protect my home and country!"
Gouwazi responded loudly.
"very good!"
Nan Beichen nodded and responded with a military salute.
All the Sichuan soldiers put down their original weapons and then began to line up.
"Everyone collects equipment as a team!"
Equipment began to be distributed from the team, and everyone received a brand new Z35 rifle, and then a brand new ZQ35 light machine gun.
"My dear! Each squad has a light machine gun. Doesn't this mean that an old cow needs to fly on a plane to become awesome?"
The Sichuan soldiers spoke in surprise one by one.
After the team distributed weapons, it was time to collect weapons and equipment at the next level.
"Platoon-level units receive mortars!"
Following the order, each platoon, led by the platoon leader and several people, received the precious Gada mortar.
For them, a battalion does not necessarily have one gun, let alone one for a platoon.
Although it is only a 50mm mortar, it is already beyond the treatment of a German weapon master.
Of course, the ones who surpassed them were the German Mechanics of the government.
There is still a big difference between the moral mechanics of Nan Beichen.
After the platoon level received the mortars, the company level units began to receive them.
"The first company received four heavy machine guns and two 80mm mortars!"
"The battalion level received 6 70mm infantry guns"
"The regiment level received 12 70mm infantry guns and 6 80mm mortars."
After the vitality configuration was issued, the entire Sichuan Army was shocked.
"Sir, this firepower configuration is too high!"
Zhang Lixian spoke with some fear.
"Are you afraid of little devils?"
Nan Beichen asked.
"Don't be afraid!"
Zhang Lixian responded decisively.
"Since you are not afraid, what should you be afraid of if you have too many weapons and equipment? Fight the little devils well, and I will give you a lot of things!"
Nan Beichen continued.
"Sir, please rest assured that our Sichuan Army will definitely live up to your expectations."
"If you don't have a strong organization to rely on, then rely on the New Seventh Army. I hope you die on the battlefield in an upright manner, instead of being used as cannon fodder by some people."
"Thank you, sir. From tonight on, all the officers and soldiers of our Sichuan Army will be members of the New Seventh Army!"
Why didn't Zhang Lixian know that following the Northern and Southern Dustmen would definitely take off?
All the soldiers in Nanbeichen wore German helmets and each had the most advanced weapons.
There are countless light and heavy machine guns and artillery.
She must have a good grip on such a thick thigh.
"Take the brothers to wash up and change clothes. Remember, there will be someone to supervise you. You have too many parasites on your body and need to be cleaned up. A doctor will check your body and health condition later. Those who are not good should be treated promptly.”
Nan Beichen continued.
"Okay military seat!"
Zhang Lixian nodded.
Then he led the soldiers into the underground bunker and received their new uniforms at the same time.
In addition, companies were given haircuts and baths in units of companies. After washing, they would apply insecticide powder and disinfectant powder, and then put on new military uniforms.
