You call me a big treacherous evil?

So even if this kid is different from others, he doesn't like alcohol or join in the fun, and prefers to be alone.

Everyone in the company respected this precise shooter.

From Kasha's mouth, Victor learned that the time he came today was not too coincidental. The sergeant major who temporarily took over the command just finished his five-day training yesterday, and today he let most of the company leave.

Let those lads who haven't felt what is called a civilized society for four or five years relax.

Only a dozen or so unlucky children were left in the camp to look after the house.

Victor counted the number of bastards who were sent away by him before, no wonder he basically saw no one in the camp.

It turned out that he either went out, or was punished to run away, and the remaining few shrimps are probably carrying weapons with Reizetov now.

After asking about the location of the armory in the company, Victor asked Kasha to continue fiddling with his rifle.

He walked over to the location of the company's arsenal.

Although in general other infantry units of the Lucian Army, because of poor logistics, officers generally regard the arsenal of their troops more tightly than their wallets.

After all, whenever the chancellor of the exchequer expresses that the country's affairs are difficult, everyone wants to tighten their belts together.

There will always be a small fire in the army's arsenal that the officers know or don't know, causing the troops to lose some weapons.

However, this situation did not exist in the [-]th Infantry Company of Victor's Guards.

Because Victor knew a long time ago that if he repaired those guns by himself, even if he was exhausted, he would not be able to get a few of them.

So from when Victor was the squad leader, Victor took his boys to repair and maintain the firearms together.

In exchange for these brand-new second-hand guns, everyone has a share and will never fail.

Therefore, the soldiers all know the location of the arsenal, and when they are really bored, they will dig out one or two guns they are interested in from the arsenal for maintenance.

When Viktor walked to the armory, Reizetov had already brought four other soldiers out of the armory to move out six crates.

007 Lucia's own national conditions are here

After looking at the marks on the crates, Victor stopped Reizetov.

"Reizetov! Come here! I told you to move half of the inventory, what are you moving?"

When Reizetov heard Victor's voice, he immediately stood at attention with a "snap!" and saluted Victor.

After Victor returned the salute, Reizetov immediately expressed it to Victor.

"Report sir, I have moved out half of the special reserve according to your order."

Quantitatively speaking, these six crates are indeed half of the special reserve.

However, the quality is more difficult to describe.

Judging from the markings on the crates, what they brought out were basically basic equipment like repaired bolt-action rifles.

Although it is considered a weapon, it is very different from Victor's thinking.

After all, the weapons handed over to the workers' pickets were intended to be used for street fighting in Victor's vision.

The most vulnerable moment of a revolution is the moment of uprising, and this is the moment when the uprising is most likely to be extinguished.

Therefore, it is necessary to strengthen the combat capabilities of the uprising troops so that they can quickly control key departments including arsenals and government buildings through street fighting.

So that more workers can be armed more quickly, so that together they can overthrow the corrupt regime.

Rather than being blocked by a small group of soldiers or police at a certain street corner, you can only declare failure in the end.

So what is the real street fighting weapon?

According to the experience of the Soviets and Germans, street fighting is a submachine gun plus a grenade, which is worthless.

Although the weird technology tree in this world made them point out such strange things as mechs, and they were also fighting World War I.

However, as the iconic airship of World War I, biplanes did not appear. It seems that people in this world have given up their yearning for the sky.

So the submachine gun did not appear, so it is not a very strange thing.

However, if the submachine gun has not been invented, then it can be replaced by a light machine gun.

The number of light machine guns in the Teutonic army is not low.

Even this kind of light machine gun has disadvantages such as poor service life of the air-cooled barrel, and the feed mechanism is easy to jam after continuous shooting.

But compared with a heavy machine gun that needs four people to carry it and a light machine gun that can be carried by one person, a fool knows which one has higher combat effectiveness and is more suitable for infantry.

So since three years ago, the Teutons began to install this light machine gun as a class weapon.

As for the equipment that the Teutons have, Victor, who has been with the Teutons all year round, naturally has it.

After all, as a battlefield fire brigade, the wrong usage of the [-]th Guards Company is to throw them in the trenches and sit quietly.

The correct usage is to throw them out RUA!Hit the face of the ordinary Teutonic infantry unit with one blow, smash a gap in the front line, and then other troops will follow up to expand the breakthrough.

Basically, it is to use this group of special infantry as tanks or mechas.

After Victor discovered that the Teutons still had such good things, Victor of course began to focus on collecting these good things.

It's just that the ammunition used by the Teutons is not of the same specification as Lucia, so after these machine guns were collected, Victor rarely used these light machine guns due to the impact of ammunition supply.

The only time these light machine guns were used on a large scale was the last time when they were ordered to cover the retreat of the main force of the group army and had to hold out in a village for 72 hours.

A reinforced company must block at least one division of the Teutonic army for 72 hours.

When Victor received the order, he slapped the table on the spot, pointed at the general who came to give the order, and scolded him. What kind of Lucian superman do you think we are?A company against a division?Why don't you just give each of us an urn! ?

But when General Lucia was not a man, he was always a man. Victor slapped the table and cursed, but the general could not revoke the order.

So Victor, who felt that he was going to die this time, distributed all the automatic weapons he had accumulated to his boys.

And tell them, don't care about ammunition reserves this time, and you don't want to return the weapons you have accumulated so hard to the Teutons, right?

Then the attacking Teutons were stunned by the stormy firepower of the [-]th Guards Infantry Company.

The Teutonic infantry who charged were like moths to a flame, disappearing in the violent bullet rain in an instant.

And Victor, who managed to survive after 72 hours of hard work, also understood what it means to say that all fear stems from insufficient firepower.

Since then, the [-]th Guards Infantry Company has become a believer in the superior firepower school and began to collect these light machine guns more actively.

Now it seems that Reizetov, who has thick eyebrows and big eyes, throws away his gun and takes out his ax as soon as he charges, is not only a believer in the superior firepower school, but also a squirrel patient.

When I heard that I was going to use the special inventory, I immediately thought of keeping all the automatic weapons and handing over those bolt-action rifles.

But what Victor wants is not so much automatic weapons, Victor wants more.

So Victor patted Reizetov on the shoulder and said softly.

"Move half of these back, take out those light machine guns, and move them to the gate of the barracks together."

Hearing Victor's words, Reizetov froze, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end he chose to move these crates back, and then moved out the other crates containing light machine guns.

Then they carried them to the gate of the barracks together.

Although in theory, places like military camps can only be entered, if something wants to go out, then the camp officer needs to issue a clearance slip.

But still the same sentence, I, Lucia, have my own national conditions here.

Due to the inefficiency of the logistics department, in order to avoid starvation, the army can only find their own way out, so it is very normal for the barracks to occasionally move some crates out.

Seeing another person carrying boxes under the leadership of the officer, the sentries at the door collectively raised their eyes five centimeters up, but they just didn't see the crates with the Lucia military emblem on them.

Not long after the weapons were moved out, two men with white towels wrapped around their arms drove a carriage to the gate of the barracks.

Victor went up to check the code, and after confirming that everyone was on the pier to make French fries, the weapons were loaded onto the carriage.

After delivering the weapons to Commi, Victor told the soldiers to go back to the camp to rest and stay in the confinement room.

He returned to the hospital the same way.

However, on the way back, Victor bought a notebook, a pen and a bottle of ink and prepared to start learning Lucian tomorrow.

Victor was relaxed, but later in the day Vangorich couldn't relax.



008 Discharged

Vangorich is in a good mood today. After all, an officer like Victor, who was almost blown into a Lucian superman by the Lucian media, joined Commi.

In addition to improving Kang Mi's army level, it will also give Kang Mi a certain advantage in the public opinion offensive in the future.

And the problem of weapons, which had long plagued workers' pickets, was also resolved.

After receiving the news that the weapons supported by Victor had arrived, Van Gorich couldn't help but sigh that Victor is a good comrade, and today is a good day...

Then Van Gorich discovered that he and Victor had slightly different views on weapons.

The workers' pickets want weapons, they want weapons like pistols and rifles that can be used legally and used to deter National Socialist stormtroopers.

Although there were some rifles in the equipment that Victor sent this time, the Davarishis of the party workers' picket team were all stupid after seeing the boxes of light machine guns.

We want weapons to impress those National Socialist bastards in street fights, not mass murder!

After Wangoric knew that Victor had sent a batch of light machine guns, he also started to have a headache.

Although, as an old Conmi, Wangorich's mind is of course to lift the emperor from the heads of the people.

To overthrow the emperor, a revolution must be launched, otherwise the emperor would not step down from the throne by himself.

So weapons are necessary, and automatic weapons are also necessary.

But this time point is not a good time.

Lucia Commee is not ready to start a revolution, and the actions of spies have become more rampant recently.

Once these fully automatic military weapons in the workers' picket team are exposed, the commi organization in Port Phelps is likely to be investigated, and thus return to the current semi-underground state where they can fight against the state society. to the state of underground activities.

That will greatly affect the next series of activities and plans.

So Wan Gerich, who was going to rest, put on his clothes again, ready to solve this small problem.

It is impossible to return the weapons. After all, Victor's troops will be transferred away at some point, so the top priority now is to hide the weapons.

So after calling a few reliable Dawarichs, Wangorich spent the whole night hiding the batch of light machine guns in a secret place.

The next day, under the early morning sunshine, Wangorich and the Davaris walked into the cafe, drank a cup of coffee, and started another day's work.

Victor, who was in the ward at this time, had just woken up. As usual, he told the doctor who came to make the rounds that he had chest tightness, dizziness, nausea, and nausea.

But the doctor said this time, I know you still want to rest here, and I understand your feelings.

It's just that you have to pack your things and leave the hospital by noon today.

While the doctor was talking, several workers walked into the ward carrying planks and mattresses, and began to move the folding bed in Victor's ward.

Seeing this situation, Victor immediately understood what was going on.

During the time when I was fishing for myself, another large-scale battle was estimated to have broken out on the front line, and the wounded were now being concentrated and sent back.

"is there any news?"

The doctor looked at Victor who sat up from the bed, and sighed.

"We lost the Battle of Roy. Although we don't know the casualties yet, there will be five trains transporting the wounded here today, and five more trains tomorrow..."

Victor sat up from the bed, changed his dying look before and sat up from the bed.

"I see."

The doctor nodded to Victor and left the ward.

In the corridor outside the ward, beds are being set up one by one.

Victor didn't have too many personal items. After packing his change of clothes in his backpack, as well as the pen and ink he bought last night, Victor left the hospital.

Carrying his luggage and walking to the gate of the barracks, Victor met his boys who were about to go out to relax.

Seeing Victor returning with his luggage, he knew that the company commander had returned to his loyal company. The soldiers immediately surrounded Victor and returned to the barracks.

After entering the camp, Victor first asked the soldiers next to him who were asking him how he was doing in the hospital during this time to call the entire company together.

He returned to his barracks first, and casually threw his luggage on the bed. Victor opened the wooden box next to his bed.

From the box, I found a bunch of epaulettes, which were sent by the general when I was lying in the hospital for the first week.