Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Yuchi Baoqi took out another set of pen and paper from his arms, making Zhao Qiang and leader Li stunned.

    "Didn't you say you were searched? Why..."

    Yuchi Baoqi began to write on the paper: "What is our problem now?"

    "Jap."

    Yuchi Baoqi nodded: "Yes, but not entirely right. How can we defeat the Japanese? Since ancient times, there have been three elements of war: money, food, and weapons."

    "Money. We don't really need it, because we are on the verge of life and death. We organize our own efforts to resist Little Japan, no problem."

    "Food. The wild vegetables are mushy and mushy. It's hard to get enough of them. The warrior's strength is greatly reduced. A dangerous corner that could have been passed by quick maneuvers may have serious consequences due to the warrior's lack of physical strength."

    "For soldiers who need to fight for a long time, food alone is not enough to support them in combat. Sugar, salt, fat, water, grain, protein, that is, meat, are all very scarce materials for us now."

    The team leader Li scratched his head worriedly when he heard this, while Zhao Qiang also pursed his lips and said nothing.

    "So, let's fix that now."

    The leader of the regiment, Li, stood up and walked around: "How about you tell me how to solve it? It's the Japanese who are robbing Little Japan or the Japanese Army. If you say anything, the Third Independent Regiment will dispatch immediately!"

    Yuchi Baoqi was silent for a while: "You two go out from this door, have a cigarette and come back."

    Lao Li snorted: "Where the hell are there cigarettes? The kid who was captured has already finished smoking them. Old Zhao, do you still have any more?"

    Yuchi Baoqi took out two more packs of cigarettes from his arms and threw them to the regiment leader and political commissar respectively: "One cigarette time, comrade's trust, no peeking."

    Zhao Qiang frowned again: "What comrade? You haven't had a political review yet!"

    Lao Li pulled Lao Zhao out repeatedly. After closing the door, he began to unpack the cigarettes. Lao Li placed the cigarette box in front of the political commissar and said, "What's written on it? I can't read. Please take a look."

    Zhao Qiang simply looked at the packet in his hand: "Made by Tang Yiyan. It should be the name of the cigarette factory, right?"

    Lao Li took one in his mouth, and gave one to each of the soldiers guarding the door. Lao Zhao lit a tap for Lao Li.

    "Hmm! This is great! Better than Xiaodongyang's!"

    The political commissar also took a sip. He hadn't had one like this for a long time since the last seizure: "Huh~, what do you think this Li Bao is? He can get good cigarettes and cans, and he is so familiar with firearms." , Do you think he is really a spy?"

    Zhao Qiang turned around suddenly to see what Li Bao was doing through the crack in the door. Lao Li grabbed him and looked at the cigarette in his hand: "Comrade's trust."

    Zhao Qiang had no choice but to give up: "Do you really believe that he is not a spy?"

    Lao Li narrowed his eyes slightly: "Intuition, this kid has not been afraid from the beginning, and has no concept of pretending. Moreover, he is too sure that we will not do anything to him. It seems... it seems..."

    "Trust in your bones?"

    "Yes, yes, why don't you say you are a political commissar? The more you study, the smarter you will be."

    After finishing his cigarette, Lao Li gently knocked on the wooden door, and Yuchi Baoqi's voice came: "Come in."

    As soon as Lao Li pushed the door open, he immediately closed it and swallowed: "You two have been standing guard for so long. Go and rest. In addition, notify the people in the cooking class to come over."

    "Yes!"

    The two soldiers on guard put the guns standing at their feet back on their backs and trotted towards the cooking squad.

    At this moment, the political commissar's materialistic belief was shaken. Looking at Lao Li who kept licking his lips next to him, he believed that what he saw was the same as what he saw.

    After getting ready, Lao Li opened the door again. There was no change, no change. The previously empty room was now full of things, and even the table was piled with a large number of cans.

    Yuchi Baoqi cleared his throat and rubbed his nose with his fingers: "Well, I can do some tricks, as I said, right?"

    Five or six cooks from the cooking class came and looked at the room full of flour, rice, sugar, salt, soy sauce, various cans, and even eight white-striped pigs that had been slaughtered and thoroughly bled on the shelf.

    "Regiment leader...political commissar...we intercepted Yamamoto's supply convoy?"

    Lao Li was the first to react: "You're asking no questions. Some people eat so much. Let me inform the brothers that we will have a big dinner tonight! Hahahahahaha!"

    As the supplies were moved out of the house, the room returned to its previous spacious appearance. The regiment leader and the political commissar sat in front of Yuchi Baoqi, not knowing what to say.

    When Yuchi Baoqi saw that they didn't ask, he took it as a tacit understanding between the two parties and picked up his pen to continue talking.

    "The next thing is weapons. The current weapons of the independent regiment are not self-defense. What are they."

    Team leader Li touched his chin: "Ghost-head knife?"

    Yuchi Baoqi was speechless: "As for hot weapons and knives, let's try our best. Don't use them unless it's absolutely necessary."

    After Lao Li understood it, he started to clinch his fingers: "The 38 big cover, the 92 heavy machine gun, the tortoise box, the box cannon, the flower mechanism, that's about it."

    Yuchi Baoqi looked at Zhao Qiang in confusion: "?"

    Zhao Qiang sighed: "Japanese Type 38 rifle, Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun, Japanese Southern 14th pistol, German Mauser shell gun, German MP 38 submachine gun."

    Old Li nodded fiercely: "The flower trap was captured by the Yamamoto special agent team in an ambush. Some of them were handed over. There are probably about seven more. They have to be handed in after the bullets are fired. The bullets are too difficult to match."

    Yuchi Baoqi understood: "I didn't expect to have automatic firepower. The Independent Regiment is really rich. Why don't you two... close your eyes?"

    Lao Li was confused: "Why do you still have to close your eyes?"

    This time, Zhao Qiang directly covered Lao Li's eyes with one hand, and closed his own eyes tightly: "Come on, we can't see anything!"

    "Okay, open your eyes."

    Lao Li and Lao Zhao were startled by the sudden appearance of two M1 Garands and two -speed Chargers on the table. Where did they come from? !

    Zhao Qiang had the courage to touch Garland, it was the real thing! Lao Li carefully picked up the Garand. It felt very comfortable in his hand, and the shoulder sight was very clear.

    "How does this compare to San Ba ​​Da Gai?"

    Yuchi Baoqi took the modified version of Garand over. Lao Li was reluctant to let go for a while. Yuchi Baoqi used some strength to get it back.

    "The prototype of this gun is the M1 Garand manufactured by the Springfield Arsenal in the United States. It was originally a top-feed ammunition, but I changed it to a bottom-feed ammunition, which is more convenient."

    "As for Bi Sanba Da Gai, how about it?"

    Yuchi Baoqi handed a magazine full of bullets to the group leader Li, and pointed outside with his chin: "Let's try it."