Bright Sword Military System

Chapter 1 American-made submachine guns?bullshit

"Don't run away thief!"

"Boy, don't meddle in your business in the next life, let you see what a white knife goes in and a red knife goes out!"

chapped.

what……

Ningbo died at the age of 23.

When Ningbo regained consciousness again, he was surprised to find that he was not in the ward but in a strange world: green mountains and green water, a thatched hut with mud walls, and Zhang Dabiao, the first battalion commander who was teaching the recruits... It took a while for Ningbo to Understand, isn't this a TV series that you have watched several times?

Ningbo, surname Ningbo and name Bo, is a veteran.

The advantage of this name is that Ningbo never has to worry about confusing the name with the place of origin.

Its disadvantage is that people always think that Ningbo confuses the name with the place of origin.

Ningbo looked at himself.

The gray cloth uniform, the rectangular badge and armband on the left chest are written with the words "Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army of the National Revolutionary Army".

There was nothing hanging over the belt.

The leggings were neatly played, the soles of the straw sandals were almost flattened, and the gaps between the shoe ropes revealed jet-black toes.

He took off his military cap and looked at it, and there was a "Blue Sky and White Sun" cap badge on the two black buttons.

Looking around, Ningbo is a little confused, is he dreaming or what?Is it possible that he will go to the battlefield with Li Yunlong, who can make contributions and cause trouble?
A memory jumped into Ningbo's mind, which let Ningbo know that his name in this world is Wang Xuexin, 19 years old, from the Northeast.

When the devils occupied the three northeastern provinces in 1931, they fully implemented Japanese-style enslavement education, and Japanese became a compulsory subject.

Therefore, Wang Xuexin studied Japanese for eight years. By the time he fled to Shanxi a few months ago, the Japanese had already been thoroughly cooked, and even had a bit of authentic taste, even the Japanese could not hear the slightest difference.

Therefore, as soon as Wang Xuexin joined the Eighth Route Army, he was incorporated into the Ministry of Work of the enemy as a translator.

The so-called Ministry of Work of the Enemy is a special work department responsible for carrying out the work of the enemy to win and disintegrate the enemy. What it does is political propaganda, instigation, or shouting to the little devils in Japanese.

Ningbo secretly rejoiced that at least he did not need to go directly to the battlefield to fight the enemy face-to-face with a bayonet. This can be seen from the empty armed belt. Otherwise, with Wang Xuexin's malnourished small body, the Japanese would have solved it in three or two times. .

Another thing that makes Ningbo happy is that he no longer needs to use place names as his own name.

At this moment, a slightly hoarse voice shouted at Wang Xuexin: "Xiaodongbei, Xiaodongbei! Come here for Lao Tzu! What the hell are you dazed at? Move quickly!"

"Ah? Oh..." Wang Xuexin was stunned for a while before realizing that "Little Northeast" was himself. Not only could he not escape the sad reminder of the place name as his name, but he also changed from a city to a region.

Li Yunlong looked back as he entered the room, and when he saw Xiao Dongbei's dejected appearance, he couldn't help but feel angry. His mother's independent regiment was not a well-known man from top to bottom, but this little Dongbei heard that he was about to go to the battlefield. It was like a cabbage beaten by frost.

When he was attacked by the devil yesterday, this guy was still under the bed and couldn't get out, what a fucking shame!If it weren't for the use of a few devilish words, he would have been kicked out of the independent group!
After entering the room, Li Yunlong sat on the kang, took out a small notebook from his jacket pocket and handed it to Xiao Dongbei, who was standing up to salute, and asked: "This was picked up on the battlefield, and it is densely written with devil's words. Look what was written?"

Wang Xuexin took the notebook and opened it, and replied, "Reporting to the head of the regiment, this is a Japanese diary, and it writes..."

Wang Xuexin turned a few pages, and then replied: "I'm talking about thinking about my mother, thinking about my mother-in-law and so on. I will read to the head of the regiment?"

"Go, go..." Li Yunlong waved at Wang Xuexin impatiently: "What should I do, it's useless!"

I don't know if the second half of the sentence is the diary or Wang Xuexin.

Then Li Yunlong ignored Wang Xuexin. He took out two bullet casings from his pocket, spread out his palms in front of Kong Jie, the deputy head of the regiment, and asked, "Look, I picked this up on the battlefield, I know what it is. ?"

Kong Jie picked up one of the cartridge cases and took a closer look in front of him, then shook his head: "I don't know, I've never seen this kind of bullet!"

"This is an American-made submachine gun..." Li Yunlong tapped on the kang table with his fingers.

Wang Xuexin, who was turning to leave, couldn't help but stop when he heard this.

This is a bug in the TV series. The Japanese special team, led by Yamamoto Ichiki, attacked the Independence Regiment and caused heavy casualties.

Later, Li Yunlong judged that it was an American submachine gun from the shells left by the Japanese secret service team.

但现在才1940年，而美式M3冲锋枪直到1942年才装备美军。另外珍珠港事件在1941年爆发，M3这款美式新装备怎么也不可能装备到日本人身上！

Kong Jie seemed to understand something: "I'll just say it, these devils are different from the devils we fought before!"

Li Yunlong nodded and said thoughtfully: "The little devils in the whole northwestern Shanxi have never used this kind of firearm..."

"Head of the regiment!" Wang Xuexin couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "This, this is not a submachine gun made in the United States!"

Li Yunlong was so angry that he was attacked by the devils because of the independent regiment, and he saw that Wang Xuexin was not pleasing to the eye.

"Fucking little northeast!" Li Yunlong slapped the table and scolded, "Are you thinking about longevity or what? I haven't figured it out from you about hiding under the bed because you are greedy for life! Don't dare to say anything, why? When you face Lao Tzu, you start to get tough? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu shot you bastard..."

As he said that, he reached out and touched the box cannon, so frightened that Kong Jie hurriedly stepped forward to stop Li Yunlong: "Old Li, Lao Li... Xiaodongbei, he is the enemy's Ministry of Industry, one without guns and two knives, he can do it without hiding under the bed. What?"

"Then you can't hide under the bed!" Li Yunlong stared at him and shouted fiercely, "Even if you die, you have to straighten your waist. This is the Independence Regiment! Look at his cowardly appearance, even if he is in his hands. There is a machine gun with a crooked handle, and his mother still dare not put a fart..."

"Then you can't use a knife or a gun on your comrade, just give him a punishment!" Kong Jie couldn't help it, and turned back and shouted at Wang Xuexin: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you write a review?"

Kong Jie is giving Wang Xuexin a chance to get out. It's not good to offend anyone, but Li Yunlong, who is hot-tempered!If he was unhappy, let alone a soldier like Wang Xuexin, even a brigade commander and a division commander would dare to do it.

Wang Xuexin didn't want to, but he was unmoved.

Just kidding, who is Wang Xuexin!
He is a modern man who has watched TV series over and over again, and he has already figured out Li Yunlong's bad temper... This is a guy who looks down on cowards and is morally righteous. If you are cowardly in front of him, then in this life Want to look up, he Wang Xuexin also don't want to mix in this world.

On the contrary, if he can be tough in front of him once, he will see more and more eyes. In his words, "can pee in a pot".

Thinking of this, Wang Xuexin stood up and answered without fear: "Reporting the head of the regiment, even if you kill me, I still have to say: Then the motherfucker is not an American submachine gun, you can do whatever you want! It's not just two. With a head on his shoulder, the head of the regiment can take it if he wants!"

(End of this chapter)