"I'm really sorry, brother Shang, our regiment leader only gave so much." When it was dark the next day, He Liang stood in front of Shang Zhen and a group of soldiers and said with some embarrassment.
Shang Zhen looked at the things in front of him and didn't know what to say.
Those items included some old military uniforms and a wooden box.
Those old military uniforms were nothing more than that. Although some were worn out and had lint exposed, they were winter clothes after all.
It is early winter now, and the water in the Yangtze River has not frozen, but the water is already freezing.
No matter how shabby the winter clothes are, they are still winter clothes. Shang Zhen has no objection to these clothes.
But the problem is that there are too few bullets in the opened wooden box. There are only 600 rounds of 7.63mm pistol bullets in total.
If these 600 rounds of ammunition are used by three or two people, then it is more than enough, but the problem is that there are many people like Shang Zhenzhen!
If these thirty-odd people are divided evenly, each person only has less than 20 bullets. What can these bullets be enough for?
You must know that Shang Zhen's favorite style of play is short assault.
The weapons in their hands now include box guns and flower traps. Such semi-automatic and automatic weapons consume a lot of ammunition.
Yesterday, when Shang Zhen and the others brought the Type 38 rifles to He Liang, they also gave away the bullets.
If they had known this, why bother in the first place, they might as well have switched to Japanese weapons.
Fortunately, when he brought these strategic gifts to He Liang, he did not let the soldiers hand over the grenades.
Shang Zhen himself has a preference for Japanese grenades. The explosive power of Japanese grenades is greater than the grenades used by the Chinese army, and they are also easier to carry.
"It's a bit too little. I guess there will be a big battle sooner or later." Shang Zhen murmured to himself.
And what can He Liang say?
Yesterday, he and Shang Zhen had a speculative talk. He said that he could use the trophies from their battle to buy the same number of pistol bullets for Shang Zhen and the others. At that time, he guaranteed it.
And just when He Liang felt that he was really speechless, Shang Zhen suddenly remembered something and asked: "Did your captain also go to the Songhu battlefield?"
“I was later transferred to the First Military Police Regiment, and later I heard that I also went to the First Military Police Regiment, but the results were not very good.
Our leader said that the guns and bullets you gave him are all good things, but the problem is a bit late. "He Liang explained.
"What do you mean it's a little late?" Shang Zhen was confused.
When Zhang Zhen asked, He Liang moved closer to Shang Zhen and whispered: "Our leader is an official fan.
What he meant was that if you had given him the trophies earlier, he might have become a bigger official if he had handed those things over. But who would believe that if you hand over the trophies now that they were obtained by fighting the Japanese? "
Shang Zhen said "Oh", he understood.
The battle at Songhu lasted for three months.
The Military Police Regiment came back after fighting in the first month. This was already the fourth month. Only then did they hand over the trophies. They said they were from fighting the Japanese. If it were me, it would be the same. I don't believe it even if the group leader goes to the top.
Shang Zhen wouldn't blame He Liang for this, but they did lack pistol ammunition. What should they do?
Shang Zhen was thinking, and then he thought of what He Liang said about their leader being an official fan, and he had another idea in his mind.
"Brother He, please wait here. I seem to have some loot." After speaking, Shang Zhen turned around and went to the small foreign-style building.
At this time, Shang Zhen had not forgotten. He looked at the soldiers in cotton-padded clothes and said, "Why are you standing there? Put on those cotton-padded clothes first! By the way, don't forget to leave one set for me and Old Uncle Wang." !”
There was no one on the first floor, just because it was already dark, but the soldiers were all in the yard looking at the cotton clothes that He Liang had given them.
Shang Zhen stepped on the stairs and went upstairs with a bang, and then he ran to his bedroom.
When he faced the big bed, he couldn't help but laugh.
At this time, Mr. Wang was lying on the bed and sleeping!
I don’t know how Mr. Wang sleeps so soundly. One of his legs has been kicked out from the quilt, exposing his hairy calf.
Shang Zhen has been fighting side by side with Mr. Wang since September 18th, so he is naturally familiar with Mr. Wang.
Wang Laomao's figure is still very strong, and there is no slenderness in middle age.
And Shang Zhen also knew that Wang Laomao still had heart-protecting hair on his chest.
As for Wang Laomao, he had an unusually large amount of hair on his body. Shang Zhen had never seen anyone with such abundant body hair.
And the little dustpan, which has never been afraid of Mr. Wang, once teased Mr. Wang and said that mosquitoes would not bite my father-in-law.
Others asked him why? The little dustpan smiled and explained that because his hair was too long and dense, the mosquito’s legs were too short to reach in!
Tell me, this old Uncle Wang, where does he have the meat that is rare for women? Shang Zhen smiled secretly in his heart.
Last night, Shang Zhen plugged his ears tightly and went to sleep.
This is Nanjing City. Even if the Japanese army invades Nanjing City, it will not be possible in a short while. Shang Zhen can finally have a good sleep.
And he is not a child, so of course he can guess what Mr. Wang will do, but for this kind of thing, Lang Youqing and his concubine want to Shang Zhen, so she won't stop her!
He is a normal man, and he doesn't want to be irritated by any unwanted noises he hears in the middle of the night!
When Shang Zhen saw that Old Mao Wang was sleeping soundly, he ignored him and ran towards the tattered clothes that Old Mao Wang had hung on the clothes rack.
He rummaged through the tattered clothes for a while. Needless to say, he actually found what he wanted, and that thing was the yellow collar badge with two gold stars that Mr. Wang had put away.
Shang Zhen couldn't figure out the rank of the Japanese officer wearing such a yellow collar badge, but since He Liang said that their regiment leader was an official fan, then this thing should be a proof of the spoils of war!
Although the Chinese army in Nanjing has not yet fought with the Japanese army, there will definitely be a chance to fight in the future.
So if the commander of the 1st Gendarmerie Regiment handed over this collar badge at that time, would it be counted as combat merit?
Of course, this yellow collar badge is actually a trophy obtained by the officers and soldiers of the 112th Division of the 57th Army of the Northeast Army when they attacked the Japanese army.
But what can this kind of thing mean?
Anyway, now the Northeast Army is like grandma and uncle, so even if it kills a senior general of the Japanese army, it will not gain much.
If this collar badge still has some value, Shang Zhen doesn't mind giving the bell away.
However, what Shang Zhen didn't know was that because the Northeast Army borrowed the help of their young marshal, even in the years after the end of the war, the Northeast Army still suffered from the reputation of non-resistance. As for who deliberately blackmailed Northeastern Army, then the benevolent sees benevolence and the wise see wisdom.
Shang Zhen took the collar badge and walked downstairs, when the little dustpan ran up from below.
"Are you coming up here?" Zhang Zhen had a headache when he saw the little dustpan, and suddenly he felt like an accomplice.
"Isn't this a military uniform? I gave my father-in-law a set and asked him to try it on.
I have to give him a good shave, and I'm still waiting for him to give me a daughter! "Little Dustpan said with a smile.
Shang Zhen couldn't figure out whether what Little Dustpan said was intentional or unintentional, but he really didn't care about Old Man Wang's affairs. What's more, now that Old Man Wang had returned to the big bed, he wasn't being fucked by someone else. Bar? Come on, just do your own business!
And just as Shang walked down the stairs, he suddenly heard Little Dustpan shouting from the second floor: "Oh! Why is my father-in-law still sleeping naked!"
