Rebirth of the National Marshal

"Captain, just wait and see. We haven't wasted this month in vain. We can wipe them out in minutes with just 20 or so people like them." Zhang Dashan chatted frequently with Mao Yuanshan in the past month and learned his way of speaking.

"Prepare for battle." After seeing the regiment commander nod, Zhang Dashan took out his pistol, and his brothers also received the order to prepare for battle.

The opium transaction worth 10 oceans was immediately successful. Suddenly, there were gunshots like popping beans all around. Several Japanese fell down in an instant, and each of them had several holes on his body. The attack was carried out with Sony submachine guns, and Ergouzi and his men had only a few Mauser pistols, which were domestic imitations. As for those Japanese, most of them carried samurai swords or Japanese Nambu-style pistols, the most useless pistols in World War II that could not even break through thicker wooden boards.

More than half of the people were killed in the first round of attack. Mao Yuanshan also observed that the one month's training was effective. These people knew how to advance and retreat. Although they could not yet provide mutual cover like regular troops, they were much better than before, especially in terms of marksmanship. They did not waste so many training bullets.

The Japanese obviously did not expect that there would be people around the capital who dared to attack them. This was because they were used to being arrogant. Their Nambu-style pistols were no match for the people around them. Often, for every bullet they fired, the other side would fire dozens of bullets at them.

This is the fire suppression Mao Yuanshan required. Don't risk the lives of the soldiers. Attack with all weapons. If bullets don't work, use artillery shells.

It was the first time for the soldiers of the security regiment to participate in a battle after training. They remembered what their instructor said: a magazine of bullets must be fired as quickly as possible. If there were still people standing, they would immediately change the magazine and fire again.

The war was over in just five minutes. No one was left alive and most people had multiple bullet holes in their bodies.

"Captain, here are two large boxes of silver dollars, at least hundreds of thousands." In this transaction, in addition to paying for the goods, Director Ma owed others a lot of money last time, so there are a total of 15 yuan here.

"Then stop talking nonsense. Time is urgent. Let's deal with this place immediately. The gunshots just now have attracted a lot of people's attention. Ship all the money back and burn the opium." This can be considered a small fortune.

"Monkey, have your men keep keeping an eye on Director Ma. You two tell everyone that no one is allowed to tell anyone about what happened today. Ten dollars each, keep your mouths shut. If anyone tells anyone, take off your military uniform and get out." Mao Yuanshan said as he ordered his men to clean up the battlefield.

The brothers below were all very happy, having received another month's salary. They would not tell anyone else that being a soldier in the security corps was an honor, ten dollars a month! There was also an opportunity to make a fortune.

Mao Yuanshan was very satisfied with the speed of the security team. It only took 20 minutes. There were few people around here. Even if someone came, it would take half an hour. He quickly commanded the team to retreat. No one would have thought of what had just happened here.

In today's battle, Mao Yuanshan also discovered a fatal problem, that is, the troops lacked a supply company. A small conflict just now consumed nearly 5000 rounds of bullets. On average, 300 bullets were used to kill one person. No wonder those people were riddled with bullets.

Mao Yuanshan had no concerns about the use of bullets. As long as there was an exchange system, the stuff would be as cheap as boiled water and he could use it as much as he wanted. However, for such a battle, the logistics must keep up, otherwise there would be big trouble.

In fact, in the battle just now, even if the other side had fifty or sixty people, the intensity could basically be reached. Moreover, a good thing happened just now, that is, clone soldiers can exchange ammunition at any time on the battlefield, but the exchange quantity is limited each time. Each clone soldier can only exchange 200 bullets and five grenades per day. The price is also twice the exchange price of Mao Yuanshan. Although the price is a little bit more expensive, it is only 1/5 of the market price.

Watch, the system prompts a message. Destroying the trading group of Director Ma and Hasegawa will increase 1000 merit points. A small-scale combat with zero casualties will increase 500 merit points. Combat food compressed biscuits will be unlocked, and the exchange price is one dollar for ten servings.

On the way back, everyone looked at the captain and smiled foolishly, not understanding what had happened to him. But Young Master Mao himself knew that this compressed biscuit was a good thing and could solve most of the logistics problems. A palm-sized compressed biscuit could keep you from feeling hungry for a day. Although the taste was not very good, it could at least keep you from feeling hungry, and one dollar could solve the day's food problem for ten people. Where could you find such a good thing?

At noon, when the security team had lunch, everyone was surprised to find that the aroma was gone. Everyone was given a rectangular object. In their opinion, this object was hard and could be eaten as food? Could it be that the things the security team had before were all illusions, and now they were real?

"Brothers, what you are holding is called compressed biscuits. It is something that can save your life on the battlefield. If the supplies cannot be delivered during the war, a palm-sized piece of this thing can support your daily meals." Most officers were explaining this thing to their men. At first, the soldiers did not understand. Can such a small piece of food keep them from being hungry for a day? But after they ate it and participated in the afternoon training, they still did not feel hungry, so they believed it. Moreover, the taste was good. If it were in the developed society of the future, no one would eat this thing unless they were traveling. But in this era, it was different. Being able to fill their stomachs was a great luxury.

Compressed biscuits appeared in this era long ahead of time and actually became a good food. Some soldiers asked if they had compressed biscuits during their normal meal the next day, which made our Young Master Mao laugh and cry. It turned out that they regarded this thing as a toy. These soldiers didn't know how much they would hate such things on the battlefield in the future.