"Hey, why are you different from us in your hand?"

On the hillside, a little soldier could tell at a glance that the gun in the special camp soldier's hand was different from the 38th cover in his hand.

Just kidding, one is a rifle and the other is an mp38 submachine gun, so it is naturally different.

"I'm a submachine gun. I can get seven or eight bullets in one round. It's even better than a machine gun at close range!"

"The one in your hand is the Japanese 38th cover. It is a very good gun. It has high accuracy. Although it lacks some lethality, it is also very good!"

Seeing that the Japanese had not arrived yet, the soldier calmed down and chatted with the little soldier. Listening to the other party's voice, he felt that this was a child, at most sixteen years old.

In fact, although the Japanese 38th Gallery is a good gun on the Chinese battlefield, looking at the world, it is simply garbage!

Other countries are developing semi-automatic and fully automatic firearms, and they also use these bolt-action rifles.

This has been eliminated in one battle.

But what's even worse is China, because they may not even be able to use the guys eliminated from the World War in Europe, and they can only use weapons and equipment that Europe didn't want in the last century.

This is the importance of a country's military industry. Li Jian tried his best to develop an arsenal because of this.

"This is almost the same as the small machine gun in the hands of the platoon leader and the others, right? I have seen the platoon leader fiddling with that thing, but I don't let us touch it."

The little soldier said with some complaints that the weapons and equipment of the following brigades are only better than the other Eighth Route Army, and are still much worse than the battalions inside the fortress.

"Don't think of this thing as strong firepower, but burning bullets. If you don't pay attention to more than a dozen bullets, you will be gone!"

The veteran smiled and said that the imitation mp38 submachine gun used in his hand was of the same caliber as the Huama Machinery bullets, and they were all trumpet pistol bullets.

But this was extremely expensive, otherwise Li Jian would not have only equipped some people with submachine guns, while many others would have bolted rifles or something.

Fortunately, there are fast and slow machines on the submachine guns that can adjust fully automatic and semi-automatic, otherwise they really can't burn so much ammunition!

"Ah, why are you consuming so many bullets at once?"

The little soldier was a little surprised. No wonder the platoon leader didn't use it often. When he used it, seven or eight Japanese devils fell down. It turned out that there were so many bullets!

When the little soldier thought of this, he touched his bullet belt, and there were countless bullets loaded inside.

"Little guy, how many bullets do you guys get when you fight alone?"

"Don't tell me that there are only five shots! In that case, the captain will probably remove your battalion commander!"

It's not that the veteran was joking. If the Eighth Battalion Commander could only let each of his soldiers receive five bullets, Li Jian would really replace him immediately.

Just kidding, since Li Jian joined the Eighth Route Army, although he didn't have many soldiers at the beginning, he still had forty or fifty bullets on his body, and some soldiers even had two guns.

But now if Li Jian knows that the tough guys only have five bullets in a war, where will the face on Li Jian’s face be put?

Now the other regiments near the Eighth Route Army have at least ten bullets in wars.

"I have sixty bullets now, and there were only fifty bullets, but the platoon leader gave me ten more bullets when he saw that I was good, and said that if I killed a Japanese man, I would reward me with twenty bullets."

The boy was obviously still a little childish, and his words were childish, like a good boy who pleased adults.

However, this scene is particularly eye-catching in the eyes of the veteran, because it is a miracle to meet such a simple child on the battlefield!

"Then you have to work hard and try to kill a Japanese man for your platoon leader to take a look and ask him to take out twenty bullets for you!"

Li Jian did not object to this material reward at all, and even the teacher said that this would increase the enthusiasm of the soldiers!

Moreover, the bullets rewarded are not money, so it’s better to kill the Japanese!

Therefore, Li Jian turned a blind eye to such things, and even gave them more ammunition every time.

However, the veteran said that he did not mean to look down on the little warrior!

If a veteran had sixty bullets, he could probably kill ten Japanese soldiers, but if a new recruit, he would have killed all of them, and perhaps even a Japanese soldier would not have killed them.

What's more, the Japanese are much more powerful than the new recruits. Maybe before he finishes all the bullets, the Japanese's bullets will kill him.

"Then I can definitely kill a Japanese man."

The little soldier clenched his fists and said, just as the veteran was about to continue chatting, Li Jian over there suddenly told everyone not to speak.

"Yunjing, the devils are here!"

Li Jian heard the sound of the motorcycle engine. It seemed that the Japanese knew how to use this thing, but they just didn't know what the mountain road had turned them into.

In fact, this is true. The Japanese Nakasao was originally sitting on a motorcycle, but the nearby mountain road was not ordinary and difficult to walk on, so he simply got on a horse.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so slow, and when the soldiers heard that the other party was an independent brigade, they actually felt a little scared in their hearts.

"Zhongzuo, do you see if we can beat the independent brigade?"

At this moment, an adjutant next to him asked in a serious voice.

"sure!"

For some reason, the Japanese Nakazo felt that he had no confidence, so he naturally lacked confidence in what he said.

But what they didn't know was that there were more than a thousand people ambushing on one side of the high ground, and the machine guns had been set up.

Li Jian specially brought the mg34 machine gun over, and the bullets alone almost exhausted the two ammunition deputys because it was indeed a bit heavy.

"Captain, they are here, when will we do it?"

Now that Li Jian is here, the Eighth Battalion Commander naturally dares not make a decision without authorization. It is better to listen to Li Jian's words.

"When they get closer and completely enter our encirclement, we will do it again. Grenades and mines are ready."

Li Jian whispered, and the order spread soon.

The little soldier also unscrewed the cover of three grenades to expose the thread.

But he saw the veteran next to him taking out a fist-sized iron lump from his back.

"Brother Fang Zi, what's this thing?"

The little soldier's name is Sun Xiaofu, which is a good name. It is probably because his parents miss him a little bit lucky!

"What, this is a grenade! Haven't you seen it before?"

It shouldn't be. Grenades are not rare objects now, and they can't be seen before!

"Oh, it turns out it's a grenade. I saw the platoon leader last time. It's more powerful than a grenade, and it explodes a lot."

Xiaofu said honestly. Fang Zi saw it and handed Xiaofu the hand in his hand, and then took off the helmet from his head.

Xiaofu didn't have a helmet, so he buckled the helmet on his head and said in an orderly tone:

"Wear it well and follow me later!"

"Hehe, thank you Brother Fang Zi!"

Xiaofu chuckled and looked at Fang Zi. This smile was so innocent and innocent under the moonlight.
Chapter completed!