Chapter 4 Reunion (Seventh Part)

"Okay,." There was a sound of cheering sounding everywhere. Not only the few who had just abandoned the dark and turned to the light, but also the veterans of the guerrillas who were busy sorting out sandbags nearby turned their heads and applauded Du Waizui.

Du Wai's mouth showed his big face once, and he felt very proud. He quickly checked the bullet compartment and pulled the trigger near the target again. "Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da

"Okay, uh." The cheers around were immediately stuck. Everyone looked at each other, their expressions were very awkward. The most embarrassing one was Du Waizui himself. Unexpectedly, the wicked machine gun was pulled thin at the critical moment, and his face was as red as a monkey's butt. He took out a thin wire hook from the bullet box and stabbed it back and forth into the loading machine. However, his wicked hand was like a stubborn donkey with a temper, and he refused to return to normal,

"Let me see." Zhang Songling happened to be invited by Fang Guoqiang to come over to see Du Waizui try the gun. Seeing that the latter was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, he pushed him with a smile and discussed in a low voice.

"Let Team Zhang see, he is an expert in gun repair." Fang Guoqiang quickly patted Du Waizui's shoulder and ordered with a smile.

Du Waizui was originally unwilling to let others move his precious machine gun, but from Fang Guoqiang's name for the visitor, he keenly felt that the little black fat man's position in the guerrillas was extraordinary. After thinking about it, he stood up embarrassedly and held the machine gun to Zhang Songling in both hands, "Let Team Zhang laugh at it. This gun was originally good, I don't know what happened today."

"The crooked hand has always been this kind of virtue." Zhang Songling smiled and took the machine gun over, crossing it to the sandbag closest to him, "Click." "Click!" After a few steps, he removed it from eight pieces, then picked up the wire hook and hooked it gently, and hooked the stuck bullet out of the barrel.

Du Waizui was dazzled by Zhang Songling's series of movements, blushed, and continued to murmur, "I, we usually, Japanese, Japanese, and Japanese don't allow us to remove guns at will, and we have never taught us how to remove them."

"It's probably because the Japanese are afraid that everyone will laugh at them for being stingy after seeing the situation inside." Zhang Songling glanced at the barrel, looked at other parts, and shook his head contemptuously. The rifle was almost worn out, and the ammunition supply machine and the spring shaft were also inconsistent. Even if it was disassembled and maintained every day, it would not take too long for this crooked handle. Even a battle with a slightly higher intensity could completely scrap it.

With such an old crooked hand, Du Waizui was able to make a straight line from one hundred meters away. This man's shooting talent was absolutely extraordinary. Thinking of this layer, Zhang Songling reassembled the machine gun, threw it to the ground casually, turned his head, and ordered his correspondent Wang Baoguo, "Xiao Wang, take them to Lao Xu to change clothes. It's about to fight. How can you use these rags?"

What, the junk guy, Du Waizui quickly bent down and held his old machine gun in his arms. He dared not speak out. There were two junk guys like this in the entire Self-Defense Army's first squadron, who were usually locked in the warehouse and could not be touched. The black fat man of the guerrilla team threw it away as garbage without thinking. Isn't this a complete prodigal act?

"He is not going to take my weapons in a different way, right?" Suddenly, a dangerous thought rose from Du Wai's heart, which scared him to his spine stiffen, and the cold air quickly surged over his head. "It must be a disarming. The position has been controlled by them. Everyone is new to us, and they are neither used to it nor at ease, so they just gathered together in the name of the reserve team, and then they all disarmed. This Fang, who was surnamed Fang, was so sinister, he was simply a poisonous snake. I just wanted to hold his thigh, this time."

Just as he was so scared that he was chilling all over, correspondent Xiao Wang walked over with a smile, gently pulled his sleeve, and whispered: "Take your brother with me, time is tight, and the Japanese army may not be sure when they will come."

"Yes." Du Waizui looked at Fang Guoqiang's position. From the latter's eyes, he saw no explanation or guilt. He had no choice but to agree helplessly, put down his precious machine gun, and follow the supply point temporarily set up by the Little Dynasty.

After walking for more than ten meters, he realized something was wrong. According to legend, the local troops of the Eighth Route Army were beggars, their weapons were old and broken, and they could not be equipped with one. However, the troops in front of him were 80% new or even brand new, and the bullet bags were packed with bulging bullets. Several of them were fiddling with a small steel cannon. It was not the short-barrel grenade tube commonly used by the Japanese, but the Type 97 only equipped by the front-line troops. The ammunition box next to the mortar was also just opened, and the shells inside reflected the dazzling sunlight. (Note 2)

"This, they won't mix with the 93rd Regiment." Du Waizui was stunned for a moment and quickly gave the "correct" answer in his heart. However, soon, he no longer blocked the answer. There was a clear difference in the military uniforms of the two sides. The 93rd Regiment was a regular army, with armbands, collars and hat badges. Although the guerrillas were uniformly dressed, there were no obvious military rank marks. There were only two small buttons sewn in front of the military cap.

"Here." Just as I was puzzled, the voice of correspondent Xiao Wang came from my ears, "Everyone is waiting here, don't run around. I'll report to Brother Xu and I'll take you to get the gun."

"Okay." Du Waizui was at the low edge at this moment, so he had to bow his head, responded depressedly, stopped, and waited to accept the arrangement of fate. About two minutes later, he saw Xiao Wang running back quickly and greeted excitedly: "Let's go, Lao Xu has prepared the weapons for you, everyone hurry up and pick them up!"

"It's really not a disarming," Du Waizui didn't believe his ears, he hesitated for a moment, and quickly stepped behind Xiao Wang. More than a dozen other brothers also followed Du Waizui into the temporary tent with a skeptical attitude. As soon as he entered the door, he was so shocked by the scene inside that he took a breath of air conditioning.

Oh, this is not a temporary supply point. It is simply a small arsenal. Hundreds of guns are neatly arranged together. Anyone can be copied out. They are several times newer than the ones that everyone used before. Especially the two light machine guns placed in the center of the tent, the tarpaulin bags on the barrel have not been removed. It is obviously a brand new guy who has never used it.

"This machine gun is for you." Xiao Wang picked up one of the two crooked handles and handed them to Du Waizui casually. "The deputy shooter does not deserve a rifle, so he went there to get a turtle box. The others, each of them, had a 38-large cover, and they were not sure to pick it up. They would take whatever they like. After taking it, they went to Lao Xu's notebook to register."

"This" Du Waizui could no longer find where he was. He carefully held the brand new crooked handle, as if the groom was knocked out by happiness, "This is really for me, I, I just joined the guerrillas, and I have not made any contributions."

"When did our team Zhang miss someone?" correspondent Xiao Wang smiled and looked proud. "He asked me to bring you to get a machine gun. He must think you are a piece of material for making machine gunners. What newcomers are new or not? Our guerrillas don't have that rule. When fighting later, remember not to embarrass him."

"Sure, certain." Du Waizui held the machine gun and nodded like a pecking rice. The other brothers who joined the guerrilla team together with him performed similarly to him. He hugged at least 90% of the new 38-year-olds in his arms, touched them again and again, fearing that he was dreaming, and as soon as he let go, the rifle grew wings and flew away.

"The machine gunner carried a box of bullets away. Everyone else was limited to 40 rounds per person. When they started to shoot, remember to use them with ease. Don't worry, as long as you don't shoot randomly and obey the command, there will definitely be no use of forty rounds." Correspondent Xiao Wang thought for a while, and then issued orders as a veteran.

When he spoke, his voice was very high and he was a little complacent. However, after hearing this, Du Waizui and others did not feel anything wrong. He could get a gun on the first day of joining the guerrillas, and it was still 90% new. This treatment was much better than when he was an Imperial Army. What is the point of being a little crazy? After all, there are not many local UEFA Route Army units in the world, and they do have crazy capital.

But when signing the notebook where the gun was being picked up, everyone once again made it difficult. Du Waizui could only barely write his surname. The other brothers could not even write his surname. They could only blush and asked Lao Xu if he could put his handprints. Seeing this, the correspondent Xiao Wang had to sign the names for everyone, then put down his pen, and said with a little pride: "Let's go, hurry up and hurry up and get familiar with the weapons. When fighting, you can't make trouble like you did just now."

"No, no." Du Wai's mouth rubbed the butter on the barrel and sweared, "If I use such a new gun, I will be a bastard, I, I will swear."

"Puff." Xiao Wang was amused by his swearing and swore. While walking, he responded with a grin, "Don't swear, the Japanese machine gun is delicate, and new things will still be wrong. After you go back, find someone to get familiar with it quickly. How to disassemble this thing? Don't just know how to shoot and draw straight lines. That's not a rare skill. You have to do the same as our team Zhang, fight accurately and repair well. Take your eyes and you will know where the problem is and how to solve it."

"Well, yes, I'll go to school, I'll go to school." Du Wai nodded repeatedly with a blushing face, and then asked with a little guilty conscience: "Then, isn't there a crooked hand in that tent? Why didn't I send it down?"

"You think you can be a machine gunner if you are an individual." Correspondent Xiao Wang turned around and looked at him, and scolded disdainfully, "You think you can be a machine gunner if you just pull someone, you must have a considerable talent. Otherwise, our bullets will be seized, so how can they afford them waste? You are lucky, and you were first favored by Political Commissar Fang, and then you were regarded as the key training target by our team Zhang, so you immediately gave a bad call."

"Ah,." Du Wai's mouth was flattered, and the scar on his face turned red with excitement. "Zhang, which team Zhang is? Is it the big black fat man just now? What is he and Political Commissar Fang, what is the relationship?! Who commands whom, don't be angry, I'm just curious, curious."

"Captain Zhang is the captain of our Black Stone Guerrillas. Political Commissar Fang has only arrived this year. Who should command whom do you think you should command?" Correspondent Xiao Wang glanced at him again and scolded him disdainfully. "Since you have joined the guerrillas, put away the set you learned before. We only look at who has real skills and does not pay attention to flattery."

Note 1: The machine gun of the wicked machine has poor quality and reliability. In order to reduce the failure rate in combat, it is necessary to use oil brush to apply oil on the bullet. Even so, according to the experimental data of the US side during World War II, it is difficult for the wicked machine to reach the level of firing for 500 consecutive shots without failure.
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