Chapter 122 He is indeed a master, his operation is a show! No wonder Long Wenwen thinks so, who doesn't know how proud Yu Xiaoqing is. Not to mention his background, even Chinese and formal rifles may not be able to detect him. The opponent only has beautiful weapons in his eyes. Isn’t this blunderbuss a shabby person? "Company Commander, look..." A soldier pointed to the side and exclaimed as a group of tattered soldiers suddenly appeared. I saw this group of soldiers shooting at the Japanese army with the tattered weapons in their hands. If you look carefully, you can see clearly that the opponent's weapons are all kinds of. There’s everything! Most of them are made in Hanyang with the old rifling worn away, and occasionally there are medium and formal rifles, as well as a small number of 38 large caps. Obviously, this was captured from the Japanese army.
“Amitabha, all donors, please give way.” Long Wenwen and others were watching in a daze, when suddenly a Buddha's name came to their mind behind them. Everyone was startled and turned around subconsciously, with their fingers on the triggers. If they hadn't understood each other's voices, they would have fired directly. This is a battlefield, and the nerves are in an extremely tense state. That is to say, veterans, but any new recruits will probably be shot. The appearance of the person in front of him made Long Wenwen suddenly stunned, and his mouth opened even more. I saw a bald monk wearing tattered monk robes, with a heavy robe slung around his waist. At the same time, he was holding a hand grenade that was obviously homemade, because after lighting the fuse, black smoke came out of it. The key to this was the monk's next operation, which made Long Wenwen completely confused. I saw the monk throwing it hard towards the Japanese soldiers on the rooftop in the distance. Hsssssssssssssssss! The fuse burned out and did not explode. The Japanese soldiers on the roof looked at the grenades below with question marks on their faces. He cursed Baga, and then looked forward again. He doesn’t know what this monk wants to do? That is to say, the opponent does not have a weapon in his hand, otherwise, he will definitely pull the trigger and shoot the opponent. The Japanese army still respects monks. It’s just that he doesn’t understand, this is a battlefield, why are there monks here? Aren’t all monks eating fast and chanting Buddha’s name in temples?
result! Before he could figure it out, another grenade was thrown over. Still repeating the same situation as last time! The fuse burned out but did not explode! Now the Japanese army was even more confused. Looking at each other in confusion! What exactly do you want to do? When he was hesitating whether to shoot or not. As a result, another black shadow was seen flying towards me. This time, the Japanese army was completely angry. Are you kidding me? Feeling that the Japanese soldiers were insulted, they were ready to stand up and shoot. As a result, the grenade exploded directly in the air. Boom! The power of the air explosion directly lifted the Japanese soldiers off the roof, causing them to fall heavily and vomit blood. Until the moment of death, the Japanese soldiers did not understand why the third grenade exploded? Why do monks kill animals? This arrogant operation stunned Long Wenwen. He couldn't say anything for a while. He didn't come back to his senses until the soldiers around him rushed out and fired at the Japanese army. “Monk, that’s great, that’s great.” Long Wenwen passed over the monk, gave him a thumbs up, and then pulled the trigger towards the Japanese army. Da da da! Da da da! Five or six more Japanese troops were defeated. Facing the powerful firepower of the special agent company, the Japanese army had no power to fight back, let alone being harassed on the flanks. At this moment, the Japanese army already had the idea of retreating. "Company commander, they should be guerrillas." A soldier pointed at the soldiers in rags in the distance and said softly. Hearing this, Long Wenwen's pupils shrank suddenly. He didn't expect to encounter guerrillas here. “Okay, let’s continue killing the Japanese.” Long Wenwen responded. Then he saw the monk following him, especially the blunderbuss behind him, which made him look sideways and couldn’t help but ask. “Monk, is your gun old? Is it still usable?” Bird cannons are not unusual. With Long Wenwen’s knowledge, has he ever seen someone go to the battlefield with a red tassel gun?
In summary, the blunderbuss is already an excellent weapon. Although its lethality is average, it still hurts when it hits the body. “Amitabha, the young monk is called Shihang. We are able to meet each other today. It is considered a fate..." "Although a gun is old, it is a good gun if it can kill Japanese soldiers." Master Shihang said as he raised the blunderbuss, aimed at a Japanese soldier, and then pulled the trigger. Black smoke rose and a Japanese soldier fell to the ground. Looking at this scene, Long Wenwen couldn't help but give him a thumbs up. “It’s very good, it’s very good, the master’s marksmanship is very good.” This time Long Wenwen really admires him. With his shooting skills, if you give him a good gun, he will definitely be a marksman. I didn’t expect that a monk could have such accurate marksmanship, which made Long Wenwen couldn’t help but admire him. “Here, use this.” Long Wenwen thought for a moment and threw the second Garand rifle to Master Shihang. He has a habit of carrying three guns on his back. A submachine gun, used to kill enemies in close combat. A rifle to kill enemies from a distance. A pistol, for self-defense. Originally, he was reluctant to give him the gun, but after seeing Master Shihang's marksmanship and the opponent's blunderbuss, Long Wenwen was overflowing with sympathy and threw it away. Who knows, Master Shihang shook his head and refused. “Why?” Long Wenwen looked at the other party in confusion. "Thank you, donor. This is enough." Master Shihang showed a kind smile on his face, pointed to the gun in his hand, and then pointed to his trousers. Hearing this, Long Wenwen looked at the other party with curiosity and asked. "what is this?" It’s not his fault for being curious, it was actually the monk’s sense of mystery that attracted him. “Before, scriptures were loaded in the front and dry food in the back, but now they are all loaded with gunpowder.” As he spoke, Monk Shihang showed murderous intent on his face. He did not stop moving his hand, still loading black powder, and then raised his gun to aim. Hearing this, Long Wenwen opened his mouth but said nothing. These **** troubled times have forced all the monks to go down the mountain to kill the Japanese. For a moment, Long Wenwen remembered what Tuan Zuo said. I want things to go back to the way they were. Thinking of this, Long Wenwen lost the idea of continuing to talk to the monk. “Hurry up and fight quickly.” Long Wenwen said to the soldiers beside him. "yes." With the guerrillas attracting firepower on the flanks, the rest of the battle was much simpler. Relying on the powerful firepower, the Japanese army was beaten to the point where they could not hold their heads up, especially after losing the suppression of machine guns.
Facing the soldiers of the special agent company who were all armed with submachine guns, they were beaten so hard that they were unable to fight back. Not long after, all the Japanese troops in the town were wiped out. The guerrillas on the flanks also entered the town at this time, and they immediately picked up the 38-year-old cover that the secret service company looked down upon. Especially the two light machine guns, the guerrillas were even more excited. "Company commander, what's so exciting about those broken guns?" A soldier asked with some confusion. He doesn’t understand what’s so good about those Japanese-style equipment. Why are everyone so excited? Especially the soldiers who picked up the light machine gun grinned happily and kept wiping the machine gun, treating it as a treasure. For the soldiers of the special agent company, it is completely incomprehensible. After all, the submachine guns in their hands are more powerful and lighter. Not to mention, there is also the Browning automatic rifle, which can be regarded as a light machine gun and is much easier to use than the Japanese army's crooked gun. "Which army were you in before?" Long Wenwen didn't answer, but asked rhetorically. “From the 200th Division.” The soldier replied in confusion. "No wonder, you haven't been among the cannon fodder, have you?" Long Wenwen didn't wait for his answer and continued. “If you have ever been in the cannon fodder team, you will know that a regiment can have two decent machine guns, which is considered a good thing.” “But now I know that I always felt that my defense regiment, which could not be supported by the mud, was a stepmother.” “Looking at it now, compared with others, I think my stepmother is pretty good.” “At least it’s much better than those raised by these concubines, no, not even maids.” Long Wenwen looked at the guerrillas in front of him who were dressed in rags and were no different from bandits, and said silently. "Ahem, company commander, you'd better say less, otherwise..." the soldier reminded in a low voice. "What are you afraid of? If the sky falls, there will be a group of people to hold it up." Long Wenwen curled his lips, looking unconcerned. The soldiers were right. It had nothing to do with them. They just said a few words of emotion. Mainly because of his previous thinking that constrained him, he always speaks and acts cautiously. "Do you want it? Give it half to you?" Long Wenwen had just finished sighing when he saw a man in rags walking over with a kind smile on his face and pointing at the weapons that had been collected not far away. “No, you all can take it.” Since he has beautiful weapons and equipment, he naturally looks down on these junk things, so Long Wenwen simply shook his head and refused. Even the new recruits will look down on this piece of junk. I’m used to using art equipment, but I’m really not used to using this. “Thank you.” The person in front of me quickly thanked him.
This made Long Wenwen even more confused. To be honest, he was still thinking about thanking the other party. After all, these poor guerrillas helped them fight the Japanese without saying a word. Afterwards, they didn’t say anything and just picked up the rags. Even came to ask if I would like to give half of it to you. For a time, Long Wenwen felt even deeper. Just give the other person this attitude and take them all away, and he won’t say anything. At this time, Master Shihang's robe was already filled with grenades. He ran over and looked at Long Wenwen, performed a Buddhist salute, and asked respectfully. “Amitabha, are you an expeditionary force?” It’s not surprising that he had this doubt. In fact, during this period, troops of the expeditionary force entered Yunnan Province from Myanmar. They have met several times and even participated in the escort. "Yes, from the Sichuan Army." Long Wenwen thought about it and it was not a confidential matter, so he nodded in agreement. "Ah? Sichuan Army Corps? Is it the Sichuan Army Corps that shocked Burma? Aren't you still in Myitji? Are you coming back?" the guerrilla leader couldn't help but exclaimed. They have heard of the reputation of the Sichuan Army. It is said that they killed thousands of Japanese soldiers and defeated the Japanese army. Now it seems that the rumors are true. From the battle just now, it can be seen that most of the Japanese troops were killed by them. The guerrillas also attracted firepower from the flanks. The cost was not high, and all the Japanese troops were annihilated. "No, we are still fighting the Japanese army in Myitkyina. This time we are mainly here to investigate the intelligence." Long Wenwen didn't go into too much detail. After all, the two sides didn't know everything about it, so they couldn't talk nonsense about the connection equipment. "Oh, are you going to fight back? Do you want us to provide you with intelligence? We know the specific arrangements of the Japanese army." The guerrilla captain's eyes lit up and he said quickly. Hearing this, Long Wenwen was stunned. If he said no, the other party would definitely doubt their true purpose. "Okay, thank you very much. If you have any difficulties, let me see if I can help." Long Wenwen hesitated for a moment, always feeling that it was not good to get other people's information for nothing. If it was Master Yu, he might be able to take it with peace of mind. But he was so poor that he didn’t even have decent equipment, so he picked up a machine gun and treated it like a treasure. He really couldn’t take it for granted. "Ah? No, no, no, we are fine. With this batch of equipment, it will be much easier to face the Japanese army." The guerrilla leader looked at the beautiful equipment in front of him, a trace of desire flashed in his eyes, but he still shook his head and refused. “You have a harder time than us. After all, it is a foreign land and a Japanese-occupied area, so you must not have a good life.” Hearing this, Long Wenwen and others looked at each other. Being so comforted by someone who is inferior to them. They really don’t know what to say. Shouldn’t it be you who are in trouble? Ragged? There are no decent clothes!
How come we are suffering? Shouldn’t it be the Japanese army that suffered the most? When they set out, the Japanese troops on the other side were under attack from artillery fire every day. For a moment, they didn’t know what to say. Even Long Wenwen was autistic. "This is the map we drew. It shows the Japanese strongholds near here. I'm sorry, I haven't read any books, so the drawing is a bit bad." As he said that, the guerrilla leader took out the map he had carefully collected, with a smile on his face. He looked embarrassed. (End of this chapter)