The little bookworm's episode passed quickly, and Liao Mingyu knew that this kid would eventually go to the West Bank.
There is a guerrilla group over there that is active behind enemy lines. Those people... they all belong to the same category as him. Maybe that's where he can find the true meaning in his heart.
The third battalion continued to distribute new equipment. The old 79 rifles and Czech rifles were placed in the open space. Liao Mingyu decided to collect them and store them in the warehouse. They could be used for training with new recruits or cashed in on the black market for military supplies. .
"This pistol is so fucking majestic. This is the weapon that men use."
Hong Mu was playing with an M1911 pistol. He couldn't put it down because of its beautiful and elegant gun body. It used the same .45 caliber bullet as Thomson's. One shot could basically knock down the enemy.
Liao Mingyu exchanged dozens of m1911 pistols this time, intending to distribute them to officers above the company level of the Sichuan Army. Thomson, who has fast fire rate and powerful firepower, also came in batches. Like the simple and lightweight grease gun, the bullet caliber of these three guns is the same.
However, Chen Jize is more interested in the m1912 shotgun. He shot this gun when he was studying in the United States and was very impressed by it.
Chen Jize came to the shooting range with a shotgun and bullets to practice. He shot from a distance of more than 10 meters, and the human-shaped target made of straw and sacks was instantly smashed. The soldiers next to me were stunned for a moment. What if this hit someone?
"Batalion Commander, what kind of gun is this? Why is it so powerful!" A soldier said in surprise.
With a "click", Chen Jize ejected the cartridge case and said with a smile: "The American Winchester, a close-combat weapon, can kill a little devil with one shot, and hit a large area on the person."
At this time, Liao Mingyu came to the training ground with a group of soldiers. They took a new machine gun and several bullet chains and were setting up the machine gun on the sandbags.
Liao Mingyu personally studied the structure of this general-purpose machine gun, opening the top cover to inspect the internal bolt and how to disassemble and assemble its barrel connection.
After tinkering for a while, he asked someone to bring a bullet chain, loaded it, and pulled the gun bolt with a "clatter".
"The rate of fire of this machine gun is very fast. It is best not to fire continuously unless suppressive fire is required, otherwise the 150-round ammunition chain will be exhausted very quickly."
After speaking, Liao Mingyu put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, placed his cheek on the butt of the gun and aimed at the target 200 meters away, and slowly placed his index finger on the trigger.
"Tskttttttttttttttttttttttttts...!"
The unique firing sound of mg3 sounded instantly. Different from Czech or Maxim, the sound is like the feeling of tearing a piece of linen with force, which people will never forget after listening to it for the first time.
The target in the distance was covered with bullets in an instant, and the space around it was also blocked by dense bullet impact points. If this was an enemy, he would have been beaten into pieces long ago.
Liao Mingyu did not stop shooting. He turned the muzzle of the gun and continued to shoot at a row of targets. The bullet casings scattered out of the gun like a goddess scattering flowers. Under continuous fire, all 150 bullets were fired in less than half a minute.
Smoke was still coming from the muzzle, but Milong and the others next to him were already dumbfounded. This thing is so exciting!
How could they, who were used to the Czech style, imagine that the sustained firepower of a light machine gun could actually be comparable to that of a heavy machine gun. Moreover, the shooting speed was very fast, which simply subverted their cognition.
"Captain! Let me try."
Milong's hands were itchy. He had long disliked the short and weak bullet capacity of the Czech type. He had become obsessed with the M2 Laoganma some time ago, but it was too heavy and difficult to transfer on the battlefield. If it hadn't been for this reason, how could he have been shot last time?
This new machine gun looks to be not much heavier than the Czech type. The key is its strong firepower. With it, the little devil's Long Live Charge is a joke.
Liao Mingyu handed the gun to him and seriously warned: "The shooting method is still to combine short bursts with long bursts. It is best not to hold the trigger, otherwise the barrel will overheat soon."
"I know, take a look!" Milong loaded the bullet again and couldn't wait to experience this weapon.
"Chi chi chi... chi chi!"
The tearing machine continued to roar, and Liao Mingyu smiled with satisfaction as he looked at Milong who was shooting heartily.
This is still the speed-locked mg3. If the original mg42 were here, I think these guys' eyes would pop out of their heads. The ultra-high rate of fire of 12 to 15 rounds per second is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
After watching for a while, Liao Mingyu ordered Long Wenwen: "After the third battalion completes the change of equipment, ask them to go to Zhongba Beach to change defenses, and then ask the second battalion to come over to receive new equipment. The vacancies of the machine guns of the first battalion team must also be filled."
"The fourth battalion will receive the old equipment first, and the training of the new recruits must not be left behind. The soldiers with the new weapons also need to get used to it. After the whole regiment completes the equipment change, they will immediately conduct training according to the plan we formulated. You must implement this in place."
Long Wenwen patted his chest and immediately agreed: "Don't worry, group members, I promise to complete the mission. I dare say that we are not afraid of a division with a little devil like us now, haha!"
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Liao Mingyu returned to the regiment headquarters. The scene with the little bookworm today made him feel a little uneasy. The inertia of time was still so strong. No matter how hard he fluttered, he would still come when he was supposed to.
It stands to reason that after receiving the letter from his father, Meng Fanglia was having a fierce struggle in his heart.
In the original time and space, he had accomplished nothing and was alone, still dragging his injured leg. The group of cannon fodder around him couldn't even care about himself, so how many people would care about his existence.
He felt that it didn't matter whether the Sichuan Army had a cripple like him or not. That's why I gave up everything without any scruples, even if I was a deserter, I still wanted to find my parents.
And now Meng Fanxiao is considered to be in a high position, the chief of staff of the reinforcement regiment of 5,000 to 6,000 people. No matter how different he is from his previous status, the situation of the army is getting better day by day. I don’t know what he will do when faced with this situation again. choose.
"Secretary, go and ask Chief of Staff Meng to come over. I have something to ask him." Liao Mingyu ordered.
After thinking about it, he still had to talk to Meng Fanglia. If something like this happened to his brother, he couldn't just sit idly by and ignore it, both emotionally and rationally.
"Yes!" Ding Xiaoer agreed and ran out immediately.
And now Meng Fanglia is still wandering around the streets of Chanda without any purpose.
Along the way, he met many soldiers from the Sichuan Army. Those who knew him would salute him and say hello, and Meng Fanxiao would nod to indicate them. This feeling of being respected made him feel melancholy.
Yes, now he is no longer alone. He has his brothers, troops, status, and the leader who treats him like a brother and gives him enough trust.
Everything here gave him a sense of belonging, just like home, so how could he let go.
Just now, I actually thought about running away quietly to the West Bank to find my parents. If I really did this, would it be any different from a deserter? Don't even think about raising your head in front of your brothers in this life.
There are still some people on the street who don't know where they came from. They are wearing bamboo hats and carrying large luggage, and they are heading to their destination in groups like ants.
You can see people like this everywhere. They are workers in a certain factory or students in a certain school. They move factories or libraries across China. Just to find their own foothold in this war-torn era.
A young man walking from a distance passed by him. His unique temperament attracted Meng Fanle's attention.
That was a student, and like those ants, he was tired and sluggish. But what's different is that the young man's eyes are full of determination and yearning.
That look in Meng Nuo's eyes was too clear, he had looked like that before.
I was once a student myself, fearless and determined...with my heart as high as the sky, but in the end I still lived like an ant.
If there was no group leader, I'm afraid he would still be the lame man who was full of venomous words and disliked by everyone. Thinking about it, I am already extremely happy compared to them, so what qualifications do I have to ask for more?
"Chief of Staff, Chief of Staff!" Ding Xiaoer shouted loudly behind him.
"Huh...huh...I finally found you. I ran all over half of Zenda. Fortunately...fortunately, a group of soldiers said they saw you here." Ding Xiaoer was so tired that he was out of breath.
"What's wrong?" Meng Fanlao stopped and asked.
"The leader has something to ask you. I want you to come over quickly." Ding Xiaoer said hurriedly.
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