Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

When the monk arrived at the battlefield with his Gatling gun, the situation on the battlefield changed instantly.

The Japanese's development idea of ​​close-combat automatic weapons was a bit distorted. At the 40-year point, due to the Japanese's own lack of resources, the solution they adopted was to use submachine guns with the same bullets as pistols, which resulted in the disadvantages of their submachine guns having a short range and low power.

When the monk came down like a demon with a Gatling gun in his hands, Yamamoto Ikki's special forces were instantly stunned.

With a concentrated fire, the Japanese firepower was instantly suppressed.

It's very simple, the Japs' shooting range can't reach the monks, and the monks can easily suppress them.

How is this played?

The Japanese were suppressed and hid behind houses and earth walls, not daring to show their heads.

Even this is not safe.

The Gatling gun was rubbed with hands and flames kept coming out. The bullets penetrated into the earth wall like poisonous snakes. Perhaps one bullet could not penetrate it, but under such dense firepower, the earth wall was cut like tofu.

With wailing cries, the devils were sent back to see their emperor.

Yamamoto Ikki felt very aggrieved. Since the establishment of his special forces team, he had never experienced such a situation of being suppressed, and he was powerless to do anything.

On the battlefield against the Eighth Route Army, the Eighth Route Army actually gained firepower advantage in the area, which was something Yamamoto Ikki had never thought of.

He now felt a little regretful. He had underestimated the combat effectiveness of the Eighth Route Army and should not have advanced so rashly.

Little did he know that the monk was a little nervous now. He had just rubbed the Gatling gun with his hands and fired a few times. The bullets were used up too quickly.

Consultant Yu had just approved two thousand rounds of bullets for himself today. After the exchange of fire, in just one or two minutes, he had used up more than 1500 rounds.

If they were used up, the Japanese would counterattack and we would be in a position to be beaten again.

He was extremely anxious at this time.

"Captain, the political commissar sent us to bring you grenades."

Then, five boxes of grenades were carried up by a team of soldiers and quickly distributed to our engaged troops.

"Captain, Advisor Yu asked me to tell you that these grenades are quite powerful. When you throw them, you must be careful to throw them as far as possible."

Li Yunlong also took a grenade in his hand. He saw that it was the one he had exchanged with the brigade commander for. He said helplessly, "How powerful can this thing be?"

After saying that, Li Yunlong pulled the string and threw it far away.

The grenade landed right next to a dirt wall.

boom!

The grenade exploded with a loud noise, which was particularly harsh at a distance of less than fifty meters.

It also caused a huge shock wave, stirring up dust all over the sky.

The earth wall was actually blown down by this grenade.

"Damn it, Old Yu never lies. He said it's much more powerful. How the hell is it much more powerful? This thing is more useful than the Japanese grenade. It's several times more powerful."

Li Yunlong muttered to himself as he watched the effects of the explosion.

It seems that whenever Yu Ye talks about "good power", it cannot be simply understood as good power, but should be multiplied several times.

Yu Ye must have experienced and tasted this before, otherwise his understanding of its power would not be so different from mine.

"Don't just stand there, throw all the grenades in your hands to me within 30 seconds. They are very powerful, if you can't throw them, don't throw them randomly, don't hit your own people."

Li Yunlong said swearingly.

In fact, Yu Ye’s modification of this batch of grenades was very thorough. Except for retaining the ignition device, all the explosives were removed.

From black powder he turned into explosives that he made himself.

The amount of explosives reached 500g, and if space was not limited, he would even plan to increase it to 1000g.

You should know that at that time, the amount of explosives in ordinary Japanese grenades was only about 50g. Even for many years after World War II, the amount of explosives in many countries was only 65-110g.

Although it cannot be compared with the Russians' insane 600g, this 500g has also reached an incredible level.

Even though the cast iron shell of this wooden-handled grenade is not of good quality and cannot form uniform and stable explosion fragments, with this level of explosive charge, is this still a problem?

Moreover, the current RPG charge is only about 500g, so this grenade is equivalent to an RPG.

With 5 boxes and 100 grenades, even if Yamamoto Ikki's special forces were made of iron, they would not be able to withstand it.

"Retreat!" After leaving behind four more bodies, Yamamoto Ikki decisively gave the order to retreat.

They fled in panic without even having time to take away the bodies of their own people.

Li Yunlong would never miss this opportunity to give the fallen dog a beating: "Immediately give the order, everyone press forward and make sure they don't take any desperate actions.

Now that the results are great enough, we will immediately stop pursuing if we encounter a counterattack."

The expected counterattack did not appear, and Yamamoto Ikki and his special forces had no time to effectively block the enemy. In such a situation, they had no time to form an effective retreat tactic.

The monk chased them with a Gatling gun, not giving them any chance to breathe.

The distance from the village entrance to the parking spot is two kilometers. It was an easy and leisurely walk when he came, but this time it felt extremely long to Yamamoto Ikki.

It can be said that these were the longest two kilometers in his life.

"Quick, get in the car!"

A truck and two two-seater motorcycles were in it at the moment, ready to flee.

However, the monk had led the soldiers of the second and third battalions to a position less than 150 meters ahead, and the Gatling gun in the monk's hand was still spraying out bullets from time to time.

"Captain, I'll stop them, you guys hurry up and leave." Corporal Kojima said gritting his teeth while riding a two-seater motorcycle.

"You...Kojima, I will ask for credit for you." Yamamoto said gritting his teeth.

Xiaodao drove a two-seater motorcycle and another motorcycle together and accelerated towards the monk and others. They wanted to close the distance and use submachine guns to block them and slow down the monk and others' pursuit.

Before the two two-person motorcycles had gone ten meters, the monk's Gatling gun had already opened fire at full force.

The bullets fired with all their might were like the Grim Reaper's scythe, madly reaping lives. In some ways, these bullets were sharper than the Grim Reaper's scythe.

Because under the impact of such high-speed and dense bullets, Xiaodao, who was driving a two-person motorcycle, was instantly shot into a sieve and then torn apart by the force of the bullets.

Almost instantly, Xiaodao and his companions were torn in half, and the sky was filled with blood mist.

None of the four Japanese soldiers on the two two-person motorcycles were spared, and only half of them were left within 3 seconds.

The motorcycle that Xiaodao was on was extremely unlucky and was hit by a bullet in the fuel tank.

There was a bang.

The fuel tank burst into flames instantly and then exploded.

There was a click.

The Gatling gun barrels in the monk's hands also made a mournful sound. Three of the barrels finally couldn't stand such high-intensity shooting and were scrapped instantly.