In one day...
The soldiers of the Sichuan Army experienced two fierce battles. Not to mention the human losses, the bullet consumption is quite huge.
Although the firepower of the more than 20 submachine guns was fierce, the earliest accumulated submachine gun bullets had long been exhausted, and the riflemen did not have many 7.92mm bullets left. There was also a woeful shortage of grenades.
You know, a submachine gun can fire all 30 rounds of bullets in a few seconds if you hold the trigger. The rate of fire is amazing.
This is a place where fighting can happen at any time. A soldier holding a submachine gun must carry at least 180 bullets to barely support his day's combat needs without affecting battlefield mobility.
Like the scene in the movie and TV series where a single magazine is used to finish a battle, it all happens in a dream.
This is a very serious matter! If they encounter the little devils again, they will just run away, and it is impossible to charge with empty guns.
Liao Mingyu frowned and looked around the entire battlefield.
Now that the weapons and supplies have been collected, the little Japanese's Type 38 is piled up against the wall of the wooden house. Grenades and the like have been distributed to everyone long ago. There are two grenades left intact and 11 rifle grenades. This means that one is missing and there is no room to replenish them.
The soldiers were treating the wounds of the wounded soldiers, or resting in place, eating canned beef, dry food and other things in their hands.
"Bah! What the hell is this? It smells sour, little devil, this thing is too unpalatable." Milong took a bite of the rice ball taken out of the little devil, spat it out in disgust, and threw it to the ground. It was not satisfying. Stepped up and stepped on it.
The man who used the crooked machine gun, Da Kui, was sitting next to him complaining to Mi Long about how the Japanese's light machine gun didn't work well.
There are now three crooked-arm machines, but there are not many bullets. Moreover, loading this kind of machine gun is extremely cumbersome. Every time, you have to open the pressure plate and press the bridge clips with 5 rounds per plate in rows to supply ammunition. mouth. Not to mention it's a waste of time, it's very complicated. I don’t know which designer with great imagination designed it.
The Type 92 heavy machine gun was not prepared to be carried. On the one hand, it was too heavy and required two or three soldiers to carry it, which was not conducive to jungle maneuvering. On the other hand, Liao Mingyu disliked its low firepower and slow rate of fire.
As a suppressive weapon, heavy machine guns must ensure the continuity of firepower, shooting speed and power. Moreover, the current mainstream heavy machine guns use bullet belts to feed ammunition, but the Japs did the opposite and used bullet plates learned from France to feed ammunition. This is also related to their national conditions. The lack of supplies is doomed to them in the future. Don't dare to waste lavishly on weapons.
Like the Type 92 heavy machine gun and the crooked handle, they all have to be "fed" by hitting the gun. They didn't consider the sustainability of the firepower at all. The top management asked them not to shoot randomly like Germany and the United States, but only in short bursts. Embodying the essence of machine guns, accuracy is the primary criterion.
Anyway, saving bullets is said to be refreshing and refined. Call stinginess into being high-minded.
The system upgrade was still going on for a while, so Liao Mingyu took advantage of this free moment to call Meng Fanglia into the room and help him reapply medicine and bandage.
Long Wenwen came in with a map at this time. Looking at Meng Fanyi who was lying on the wooden board and grinning, he couldn't help but joked:
"Hey, sir, I see you were so handsome and handsome outside just now, but now you have turned into a sick cat instead of me."
"Young Master, I call those who understand current affairs a hero, capable of bending and stretching, unlike some people who pretend to be powerful..." Meng Fangli retorted unhappily.
Long Wenwen was not angry. He opened the map with a smile and said to Liao Mingyu: "We have agreed to gather a regiment of troops first. Then you will be the eldest brother and I will be the second brother."
"What do you mean, Tuan Zuo, what did you agree to this guy's request?" Meng Fanglia asked worriedly.
"Big brother and second brother, the bandits are called the group leader!" Liao Mingyu said without hesitation: "I am going to gather all the defeated soldiers along the way to form an armed force, so that we can have the capital to confront the little devils head-on. Otherwise, these few people will probably be killed before they reach the Nu River."
They were not outsiders, so Liao Mingyu explained to Meng Fanglia.
"Yes, yes, sir." Long Wenwen chuckled, and then pointed to the important military location marked on the map: "Airport, ammunition depot, oil depot, field hospital, barracks, everything is available. Let's take our time. Swallow them one by one."
"Is it possible? Those deserters won't listen to us for no reason, and the little devils are not easy to fight." Meng Fangli said worriedly. He didn't really believe Long Wenwen anyway.
"Why not! Living people should make noise, and living people should go to war!" Long Wenwen suddenly raised his voice and shouted at Meng Fan.
"How can I say that I have no clothes..."
"I share the same robe with you!" Liao Mingyu suddenly took over the second half of his sentence.
The two eyes met each other, and they saw determination and a hint of madness in each other's eyes.
Meng Fangla stared at the two people blankly. He felt that the two people had a similarity.
They are all madmen born for war.
"The system upgrade is completed, the war mall function is enabled, and the battlefield analysis system is enabled..."
"Excuse me, just take a rest here, Long Wenwen, and plan our next course of action while I go out to see the brothers."
Liao Mingyu made a random excuse, walked out of the wooden house, and came to a deserted corner.
"The War Mall is open? What can I buy now?" Liao Mingyu asked eagerly.
"The items unlocked in the mall can be redeemed by the host with points. Unlocked items need to be unlocked with points or unlocked with mission rewards. The host can browse and view them by themselves." The system explained.
Liao Mingyu hurriedly checked in his mind. There were all kinds of weapons and equipment in the mall, but most of them were gray, indicating that they were not unlocked. To unlock it, you need to spend a lot of points.
He saw an M16A4 rifle used by the U.S. military in later generations. It cost hundreds of thousands of points to unlock, and the price of a single exchange was also horrifyingly expensive. This was probably an amount that he would never be able to collect in his lifetime, let alone other items. More advanced weapons.
However, weapons closer to this era are relatively cheaper, such as the weapons currently unlocked:
A Chinese-style rifle, 10 points can be exchanged for one.
Thompson submachine gun, 20 points
Sten submachine gun, 12 points
Lee Enfield Rifle No. 4, 15 points
Czech light machine gun, 20 points
German grenade 5 points
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The prices of various bullets are not much different, about 10 points and 100 rounds.
"This is still not cheap. With the points I got from killing more than 100 Japanese, I can buy more than 1,000 rounds of bullets or 10 rifles??" Liao Mingyu couldn't help but feel ashamed. It was equivalent to killing 10 Japanese in exchange for a gun. Only now did he realize how valuable the 5,000 points Xiaozui had contributed were.
"In this way, first exchange for 3,000 rounds of 7.92mm bullets, 5,000 rounds of .45 bullets, 100 rounds of 7.7mm bullets, and 100 grenades." Liao Mingyu gave the order.
"The exchange was successful and has been stored in the warehouse. The total cost is 1310 points and the remaining points are 3893."
It's not easy. This mall is not as easy to use as imagined. It is too difficult to simply pull out a large army with the strongest equipment by relying on this.
There is still a long way to go, so let's stick to the original plan and take the route of elite troops first.
"Exchange for 2 more Czech light machine guns and 30 Thompson submachine guns."
"The redemption was successful, the total cost was 640 points, and the remaining points were 3253."
He spent nearly half of his points in one go, and Liao Mingyu felt heartbroken. It was easy to spend money but hard to make money. Let’s leave it at that for now, and we’ll make plans later when the team grows.
The shortcomings of the Sten submachine gun have gradually become apparent in the two battles just now. Sometimes a magazine gets stuck before it is fully fired, and the bolt needs to be pulled back to remove the stuck bullet before shooting can continue. This is very difficult on the battlefield. Fatal question. Moreover, the penetration power of 9mm pistol bullets is insufficient, especially in the jungle. It cannot penetrate even thicker trees.
So he planned to use Thomson Dai with more firepower and greater power.
Liao Mingyu walked to another cabin with a rifle, and there was an iron lock on the door.
The iron lock was smashed with the butt of a rifle, and there was a table, chairs, and some daily necessities inside. It looked like it was the warehouse office of the British army, and it was a suitable place to put ammunition and supplies.
After a while, Liao Mingyu strode out and shouted to Kang Ya and Snake Butt who were sitting on the sandbags smoking: "Kang Ya, bring someone over to take a look, I found something good!"
A group of people ran over quickly and looked inside. Everyone was pleasantly surprised.
"I'm just telling you, these English guys don't have any good stuff in their warehouse. It turns out they're all hidden in this big little hut."
"Oh my god, they are all Thompson submachine guns! There are so many ammunitions, we are rich!" Kang Ya happily wanted to hug the snake's butt, but was kicked away by the latter.
"Stay away from me, I don't like men."
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