Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Just waiting for these words, Lao Li ran outside with a magazine in one hand and a gun in the other. Zhao Qiang looked at Yuchi Baoqi without saying anything.

    Yuchi Baoqi was stared at, and Zhao Qiang stretched out a hand: "I want to test the gun too."

    Yuchi Baoqi quickly took out another full magazine from his arms and handed it over. After thinking about it, he just put two 56s on his back and went together.

    When we arrived at the "shooting range" of the Independent Regiment, if this should be called a shooting range, there was a field but no target, only a tree stump standing there alone.

    Lao Li held his shoulder and aimed for a moment before pulling the trigger.

    The sound of a bullet hitting a wooden stake made Lao Li very satisfied with the accuracy of the gun. Lao Li followed the habit of using a 38-cap and pulled the bolt to load, but unexpectedly a bullet flew out of the ejection window.

    Zhao Qiang saw this scene and stood there blankly: "This gun?"

    Yuchi Baoqi spread his hands: "Didn't I say it was a semi-automatic weapon? Maybe I forgot~"

    Zhao Qiang walked to the team leader Li, aimed at the tree stump and pulled the trigger continuously. The bullets shot into the wood pile and even made a cracked dent in the wood pile.

    Lao Li looked at the tree stump without saying a word, feeling bitter in his heart. He sighed a little aggrievedly: "Such a good gun, the caliber is larger than the 38 caliber, bullets are hard to find."

    Zhao Qiang also sighed and patted the old man on the shoulder: "No way, alas."

    "Ahem, look back?"

    Old Li turned his head fiercely. At this moment, Yuchi Baoqi was leaning against a mountain, a mountain made of crates!

    Political commissar Zhao Qiang opened his mouth wide, and Lao Li went up and swung his mouth wide: "Old Zhao! How are you! Does it hurt?"

    Zhao Qiang covered his red cheeks, which were already swollen at this moment: "What the hell are you talking about! Do you think it hurts?! Hey, are you crazy?"

    Lao Li waved his hands and ran towards the hill: "I just want to know if I am dreaming! It's not a dream!"

    "Whether you're fucking dreaming or not, you can't slap yourself!"

    The team leader Li kicked open a crate, inside which were neatly placed bullets packed in cardboard boxes. When he opened a cardboard box, the bright yellow bullets inside made Old Li even more excited than seeing gold.

    "Get rich! Let's go to the county town tomorrow! Let's have a good meal tonight! Let's go to the county town tomorrow!"

    Zhao Qiang kicked open a crate, which contained Garand wrapped in oil paper. He picked up two handfuls in his arms and rubbed his face against the oil paper package outside the Garland. This emotion was no less than that of facing his beloved. woman.

    Yuchi Baoqi saw that they were so excited, so he decided to make it more exciting. He took off the five-six punch on his back, set the speed machine to continuous fire, aimed at the stakes and started to kneel down and splash water.

    "Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!"

    Thirty rounds of bullets poured out, and the short wooden pile was directly beaten beyond recognition. Old Zhao and Old Li sat on the ground and leaned against the "crate mountain", breathing heavily.

    They no longer want to know where Yuchi Baoqi comes from or who he is. They only know that the Independent Regiment is about to become the strongest combat force in the current region.

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    "Hey, Commander, I don't miss you anymore. By the way, Commander. Our independent regiment has recently seized a lot of 38 big lids, tortoise boxes and the like. Do you think there are any that our brother troops need? Let's transfer them? "

    "You don't need to use grenades to replace them. You really don't need them. They are already extra. It's normal to adjust them to brother units. But if you have more brothers or something, divide them into our independent regiments. We don't have enough soldiers, division commander."

    "Hey, oh, ok, okay, we agreed. Two 38 big caps will be exchanged for five recruit eggs, and five will be exchanged for one veteran. Okay! Okay, okay! No problem! Okay, division commander! Goodbye, division commander!"

    Lao Li put down the phone with a happy face and looked at the braised pork and white rice on the table. It felt so refreshing.

    "It's settled. The soldiers will arrive soon. Our brothers in the independent regiment have already started practicing with new guns. I plan to let them finish training and directly teach the new recruits our new weapons, hahaha!"

    Yuchi Baoqi poured a spoonful of soup on top of the rice, sat cross-legged on the kang and plucked the rice: "Does the Independence Regiment have heavy machine gunners? I mean the kind that have undergone qualified training."

    Zhao Qiang stopped holding his chopsticks in mid-air and shook his head: "No, I have about nine light and heavy machine guns on hand now. The heavy machine gunner just got his hands on a gun a few days ago and hasn't fired yet."

    Yuchi Baoqi reacted for a while before he understood what he meant by not having fought yet. There were not many bullets, and he would only fight if he could kill the enemy on the real battlefield.

    Zhao Qiang took two mouthfuls of rice and placed the bowl on his lap: "Do you know the Japanese grenade? Knock it out with the machine gun and machine gunner."

    After a pause, Zhao Qiang swallowed the rice in his mouth, feeling a little heavy: "We don't have it. The Japs' machine gunners can only be dealt with by sharpshooters. The brothers who were shot down by the Japs' machine gunners on the way to the charge... Sigh... too much too much."

    Yuchi Baoqi felt that the fragrant rice in his mouth began to turn into wax. It couldn't be said that it had no taste. It was a taste of humiliation and bitterness.

    "I can solve the grenade problem, but I think it's a bit unnecessary. Wait, I'll be back in a moment."

    When Yuchi Baoqi walked out of the room, the courtyard was full of brothers from the independent group who were eating delicious dishes, rice and pancakes. Basically everyone said hello to Yuchi Baoqi.

    Zhao Qiang and Lao Li gave Yuchi Baoqi the identity of a patriotic and anti-Japanese arms dealer. They could get all the good things they had never seen, heard, or eaten before. The key was free of charge.

    Yuchi Baoqi listened to the thank yous one after another, and tears began to flow from his eyes. What are you thanking for? If you want to thank me, thank you too.

    Soon, Yuchi Baoqi returned to Lao Li's room carrying a 120mm mortar on his left shoulder and a 40mm launcher on his right shoulder.

    "when."

    The 120 mm mortar was placed on the ground. The heavy sound made Lao Li and Lao Zhao speechless. Yuchi Baoqi threw the 40-mm mortar onto the fire bed.

    "One hundred and twenty millimeter mortar, No. 1 to No. 4 charges. When using No. 4 charge, the maximum range is 9.8 kilometers. It is a powerful weapon for cleaning the ground."

    Lao Li stroked the barrel of the mortar and flicked the barrel with his fingers, making a clanging sound.

    "This is much better than the Japs' mountain artillery. Lao Zhao, what's his caliber?"

    Zhao Qiang was also trembling: "Seven, seventy-seven...seventy-five millimeters...millimeters, ye, ye, ye, field mountain artillery, this...one hundred and twenty millimeters."