The sun is still hanging high in the southeastern sky, the sun is bright and the breeze blows gently on the earth.

Jiuying was in the village, a bunch of people and a cluster of people in the east and west. The three company commanders, Ma Liang, Tian Sanqi and Li Xiang, led the team personally and organized their subordinates to conduct collaborative training in platoons.

Ma Liang tilted his head, stroked a match and lit a cigarette, and took a beautiful sip: "Didn't it mean that all the people who came here are veterans? Why do you have this kind of virtue? Is this the soldier you trained?"

Tian Sanqi next to him was a little embarrassed: "The soldiers who came back almost all went to the battlefield to shoot guns. Isn't this a veteran?"

Ma Liang was stunned for a moment: "Are you talking about the new recruits who followed you to attack the bandit Ma Dabangzi who fired two shots? Are they the veterans you mentioned?"

Tian Sanqi firmly believed that his training was effective: "I personally trained them to practice stinging and standing in a queue to throw grenades. When I went to the battlefield, I was absolutely brave... I have nothing to say!"

Ma Liang had a black line: "That is to say, you should still use your two-sided training method?"

Tian Sanqi was not angry: "What? If you have any objections, then you can return all the soldiers assigned to you by Lao Qin!"

Li Xiang, who was silent next to him, saw the two of them fighting again, but he was quite satisfied and spoke rarely: "I think the soldiers are good at obeying discipline."

Ma Liang saw the soldiers' movements skillfully, but unfortunately the movements of coordination, attack and retreat were so bad that they couldn't help but let out a sip of smoke: "Just because of us, we want to fight against the Japanese, we are just going to die!"

"We don't have the ability to fight tough battles with the Japanese!"

Ma Liang was amused and crying: "You know your own and enemy..."

"I can't stand you practicing by yourself, sharpening your guns in the face of battle, and you won't be too quick!" Tian Sanqi said, turned around and left, looking straight at his company.

The three company commanders have different trainings. Tian Sanqi likes to let the soldiers charge with bayonets, Ma Liang emphasizes tactics more, and Li Xiang cares very much about the details.

Luo Fugui had no interest in training the troops at all, so he gave the power directly to Dagou.

Dagou fought with bandits in the village with Ma Liang for most of the night, but he had no intention at all. He drove the new thousands of ducks onto the shelves, and he ran to the roof of the east side of the village to bask in the sun.

The veterans under Dagou were not seen at all and were sleeping in the house.

"... When I crawl on the ground, I must grab the gun with my right hand, support the ground with my left arm, and constantly cooperate with my right leg, so that I can move forward quickly and be ready to shoot at the enemy at any time." Wan Zhangxi really wanted to quickly integrate into the team and took over the training task without hesitation.

The soldiers were very enthusiastic about training because the instructor seemed to have a good relationship with the Big Dog platoon leader and personally set an example on the ground.

Ten thousand handfuls of fine movements were skilled, using the village environment to cover up the assault, retreat, and then fly over the wall, and every move was made to imitate the gun in his mouth: "Bang..."

It immediately aroused cheers and applause from the soldiers studying nearby.

Wan Baxi stood up: "Everyone is following my movement... You don't have any kung fu foundation. When you go up the wall, you have three people in a group, and they crossed their hands and lifted the brothers who were jogging up!"

Seeing the soldiers clumsy and slimly pulling the warrior who didn't climb over the wall but fell aside: "Hey, Ge, have you not eaten? You climbed the wall slowly... You're ready... I'll do it again..."

"You must pay attention to the details. When three people are in groups, you have to run a few steps faster when you go up the wall first. You must see where the two of them cross their hands and use their upward force to go directly to the roof. After you go up, you must pull the brothers below one hand..." After saying that, ten thousand trotted two steps, stepped on the crossing hands of the two soldiers who were wearing human walls, and flew over the high courtyard wall with a whoosh.

"ah..."

"Oh... you are so thin, why did you fall from the sky?" The half-immortal cursed behind the courtyard wall.

A loud laughter broke out outside the wall.

Wanbashi rubbed his arms: "Then are you? Why are you doing?"

Banxian picked up the things that were knocked down on the ground into the lunch box: "I'll go and deliver food to the girl."

"Don't she know if she's coming? What's this... horse meat? I've fallen to the ground, I'll compensate first..." Wan Zhangxi directly grabbed a large piece, rubbed it on the clothes that had not been washed for 800 years, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Hey hey...why are you anxious? Everyone has a share."

Immediately quiet outside the wall, I pricked up my ears and listened carefully to the conversation between Chenxian and Zhangzhen.

"I haven't eaten meat for a long time, I'm so greedy!" After a long time, thousands of complaining voices came: "...Hey, why don't you add more salt?"

"It's good to eat if you have something to eat. The village is so poor that it's so poor. Where can I find so much salt?"

"I've seen it all, at least the kitchen still has a lot of inventory, right?"

Banxian sighed: "We have to hold on here for at least one month. If the camp had not seized some salt by fighting those bandits a few days ago... you can wait to eat the white taste."

Puchi... Wanbaxi couldn't help laughing: "I've been in the Japanese occupied area for a month? In that battle yesterday, most of the ammunition was consumed. Even if I could stay here for ten days, it would be a month! I don't even look at how much I weigh..."

Banxian thought seriously: "This time he seized so many bullets...even if the caliber is not up to par, he can only replace the bandit's gun and then do it."

"Bad, the idiot named Yang actually agreed to negotiate with the bandits. Isn't they allowed to put their guns back?"

Banxian was stunned for a moment: "Who did you hear about the negotiations you will release?"

"Aren't it for prisoners who are unwilling to join the Eighth Route Army... to send two pieces of ocean to release people?"

"That depends on the situation... Besides, our Ninth Camp does not have that rule. We either join the Eighth Route Army or shoot it!"

"Ah? Are all the Eighth Routes sayings false?"

"It's true that it's fake. You have to look at the place and time when you release someone. This time, the prisoners are decided by the district."

Wanbaxi quickly reached out to grab another piece of horse meat while Banxian was not paying attention: "I think those bandits really can't take it. They are all traitors. They are all cumbersome when they go to the battlefield..."

Banxian didn't care: "Okay, I don't care about this. You eat it first, and I'll make a bowl."

Wanbaxi directly snatched the lunch box from Banxian's hand: "Hey, I said you are so stupid now and you are in charge of logistics. I'll get another big piece for me later."

Banxian glared at him: "Get out!"

Thousands of thin aluminum lunch boxes were thrown to Banxian, wiped his mouth clean, and turned it out of the courtyard gate, looking at the soldiers lying on the base of the wall: "What are you still standing there? Training now!"

The soldiers quickly continued to crawl on the ground, and quickly got up when they reached the wall, climbed over the wall and climbed into the house...

On the drying ground at the entrance of the village.

He sat around Mancang for half a circle, stretched his neck, and looked at the skillful dismantling machine gun with the oil-filled little hand.

"...You must be careful that in addition to cleaning the bolts and applying oil, you also need to stuff cotton at the muzzle when marching..."

"If you have to change the barrel if you have to shoot at most fifteen magazines..."

"What if I didn't change the barrel?" A soldier felt it was a pity that the barrel had been replaced.

"There are two situations. If you shoot continuously, the barrel will heat up and turn red, and directly detonate the bullets in the magazine, and a gun explosion accident occurs. In the second situation, even if it is not shooting continuously, the barrel will deform after more than 200 bullets, causing the shell to get stuck. First, the shooting accuracy will be lost, and the chamber will explode in severe cases."

"Then, can you water it while you are beaten?"

Mancang thought for a while: "Okay, that's fine, but the machine gun itself is the enemy's focus on the battlefield. When you water it, your body will be raised. Didn't it happen to become the target of the enemy?"

"I understand. If you shoot a machine gun twice, you have to change the place. You are afraid that the enemy will use a cold gun to shoot a machine gun."

Another warrior asked, "Can you talk about crossfire in detail?"

Mancang scratched his head with oily hands: "Hehe, I can't explain this very clearly..."

Not far away, I heard Mancang talking thousands of times, and immediately walked out of the crowd with smugness, stretched out and pinched the soldier's neck, and pulled the soldier away: "Hey, machine gun firepower has two functions in positional warfare, one is fire suppression, and the other is to form cross-fire power to kill the enemy.

When suppressing fire, the machine gun fires from a long distance to prevent the enemy from rushing forward quickly.

When defending the battlefield, there must be at least two machine guns, which are set at both ends of the contact surface, and fire at the flanks of the enemy attacking from a certain angle. Even if the first person is not attacked, the bullet can always hit the person next to him. If the machine gun is arranged on the front, the attacking veterans can avoid the bullets in advance through the ballistics."

A soldier stared at the big eyes and asked, "Just blow, who can avoid machine gun bullets?"

Wanzhaixi didn't care about the question of the person, and continued to show off: "The Czech light machine gun only has twenty bullets per magazine, and it cannot maintain firepower for a long time without firing. The cross-fire power is coordinated. When one side keeps shooting, the other side can change the magazine... This way, the firepower can be maintained... Of course, if there is a heavy machine gun, you can keep firing..."

A soldier suddenly interrupted: "I heard that Company Commander Tian and his team had a machine gun. They had never seen it before. They looked very powerful..."

Another soldier asked, "Hey, I heard that Brother Wan, you can shoot artillery?"

I heard that there was a new machine gun. Ten thousand thin eyes lit up. I stopped talking about machine guns, so I stood up and turned my head and left, leaving a sentence: "I have so many things..."
Chapter completed!