My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 33 Training of the Strongest Gunner

"Zhao Yazi, come to drop the baby from Yanjin, Henan~ Let's have a good life!"

The veterinarian howled, holding a wooden board with Zhao Yazi's name written on it and inserting it in front of a small mound.Behind him, dozens of such wooden monuments have already stood.

Early in the morning, the veterinarian led a few soldiers and dug many pits near the airport, where the dozens of brothers who died last night were buried there.

"Oh, you said that when this baby dies, he definitely wants to be buried in his hometown." Veterinarian Hao sighed and asked Meng Fan who was digging a hole next to him.

Meng Fan ignored him and was busy with his own affairs.

"I'm hungry. If I die, I must go back to Xi'an when I'm hungry. I'm sorry, what about you?"

"You've been worrying too much, the young master doesn't want to die." Meng Fan chuckled and said jokingly.

"We are a bunch of bastards, just like this, and one day we will die from bad luck. It would be good to have such a place to lie down and cover it with some loess. No matter what, it is better than those little Japanese hanging on wooden stakes outside. Be strong."

Hearing the veterinarian shuddered, he was so kind and softhearted that he had never killed a single person until now. As he said, he was not a soldier to kill, but to save people.

Each of the little devils hanging on the wooden stakes had a hideous wound on their stomach.The blood flowed slowly and unstoppably, and even some people's stomachs were drooping outside.Flies and mosquitoes were flying around, and two of them had lost their breath.The few remaining little devils let out a bleak wailing, begging the soldiers around to kill them.

Looking at this cruel scene, many soldiers couldn't help but soften their hearts and wanted to end their pain for them.However, after the head of the regiment said something, the soldiers had no mercy at the moment.

Liao Mingyu said: "Do you know that after the fall of Jinling, 30 people were killed by these beasts, and countless women were defiled by them! Even the 70-year-old lady and the corpses of dead women on the ground were not released. Pass!"

"Can they be counted as human beings!? If one day, your hometown is also occupied, what will they do to your parents and siblings? Are they worthy of your sympathy!?"

Everyone also deliberately found a piece of open space, without the shade of trees, to give them a good sunbathing.This gang of robbers who invaded China deserved to be punished like this!
……

Liao Mingyu was wandering around the airport at this time, he remembered one thing, he had to teach this guy Milong how to test the machine gun.

This thing can only take out one or two devils with a single magazine.

After striding to the warehouse, he moved a box and opened it. There were rows of brand-new 7.7mm bullets.Looking back, except for the ammunition I exchanged from the system, other materials were "generously" sent by those British gentlemen.

Yesterday's battle consumed a lot of bullets. He once again exchanged 300 points for a batch of 7.92 and 45 bullets and put them in this warehouse.

Sometimes Liao Mingyu can't figure it out, it's clear that such good equipment and sufficient supplies.But he was beaten like a grandson by the little Japan.

I really don't understand what these British guys are thinking. No matter how the battle is fought, they will surrender if they disagree. Anyway, in their minds, this kind of thing is no big deal.

Shaking his head and not thinking about it, Liao Mingyu walked out of the warehouse with this ammo box...

Milong was sitting in an open space, looking at the northeast in a trance.

He is too far from home, his hometown is the northernmost of the motherland, and at this moment, he is in the southernmost foreign country, yes, he is homesick.

Milong once swore and swore that he would never return to his hometown in the Northeast until the little Japan was completely driven out of China.

Liao Mingyu walked behind this guy and watched him in a daze with a machine gun.So he picked up a small stone and threw it at him.

"Oh, what are you doing!"

Milong is in a bad mood now, so he turned back and asked angrily.

Liao Mingyu ignored him and threw the ammunition box on his shoulder to the ground, found a big rock and lay down comfortably against it.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask you, will your Northeast Army fight?"

"Of course our Northeastern Army will fight!" Milong said without hesitation.

"Then why did I hear people say that few of your Northeastern Army will fight. At first I didn't believe it, but looking at your performance in the past two days, um... It seems like that."

Liao Mingyu crossed Erlang's legs, cast a glance at Milong and said leisurely.

"What? It's... Who said that, I'll kill him and me!"

Milong immediately lost his temper. In fact, he simply said that the Northeastern Army would not fight, and he would not be angry, but back then, when Zhang Dashuai was killed by the little Japan, the little Liuzi gave up the entire Northeast without letting go. As a soldier, he has tossed and turned many times over the years, and he has never returned to his hometown in the northeast. Now that he heard this sentence, he suddenly gritted his teeth and was full of anger, but it is inexplicable to say this anger.

"Hurry up! It's useful to be in a hurry."

Liao Mingyu threw it a magazine: "Prove it to me if you have the ability, 25 rounds, you can hit 4 targets, I will admit that I was farting just now."

"Okay! You see it"

After speaking, Milong immediately loaded the magazine, lying on the ground and set up the Bren machine gun in his hand.Aim for a few large rocks 200 meters away.

"Da da da da da!"

Flames erupted from the muzzle of the machine gun instantly, and the dense gunfire sounded very violent at first glance.

"click"

A magazine is quickly run out.Except for the first few shots that hit a target, I don't know where the rest went.

Milong was stunned, his face flushed and he looked at not far away, there was nothing to say now, if he wanted to get angry again, it would be really incompetent.

Liao Mingyu shook his head, took the machine gun and changed the magazine again.

"You stupid roe deer, why don't you hold the trigger, just shoot like this, and when you hit the northeast, the empty magazines can pile up a Shanhaiguan! It's a waste of my ammunition."

Liao Mingyu said with hatred that iron cannot become steel.

"The first three rounds of the machine gun basically point to where to hit, and the ones behind have to float to the sky, watch it!"

"Da da da!"

The bullet hit the first stone, and Liao Mingyu turned his gun.

"Da Da!" Another small tree was interrupted by the middle. ...after 25 rounds of bullets, Liao Mingyu hit 5.6 targets in one breath.

"Short bursts! Three or two shots are fine. It is suitable for use when the enemy is scattered, and can maximize the accuracy of the machine gun."

"The frequency of shooting is rhythmic, you have to master that feeling yourself, shoot when you need to shoot, don't be shy when you need to shoot, Long Wen can kill 20 devils with 4.5 Czech bullets, you **** It's okay to give Lao Tzu a long face anyway."

Liao Mingyu patiently explained to Milong, listening to Milong's sudden realization, watching Liao Mingyu's amazing marksmanship, Milong nodded vigorously, his eyes lit up as if he had discovered a new world.

"Let's practice, this box of ammunition is handed over to you."

Liao Mingyu threw the box of bullets to him.It is useless to say more, real marksmen are fed by bullets.Milong's talent is good, and with training, he can definitely become an excellent machine gunner.

Back then, before he joined the army, he often followed his great-grandfather to shooting ranges at home and abroad to practice guns. He grew from a rookie who missed the target to a sharpshooter with a hundred shots.

"Da da da da da!"

The sound of gunshots kept ringing in this open space. Milong finished shooting one magazine after another. Due to the overheating of the barrel, he had to change the barrel from time to time. Liao Mingyu helped him press the bullet and occasionally corrected his mistakes.This makes Milong really feel that he is making progress.

Liao Mingyu looked at Milong who kept training, and was thinking in his heart that it was time to retreat.

Yu Xiaoqing wandered around in Burma before running back to the east bank and shrinking. Presumably he is now actively deploying riverside defenses to defend against the attacks of the devils in the future.When this battle is over, he will soon be promoted to division commander.
He was originally the head of the regiment, and his father should be a high-level government department.

In the battle of Nantianmen in the original time and space, more than 1000 soldiers led by Long Wenwen were defeated, and they blocked the line of defense with their flesh and blood.And these more than 1000 soldiers stayed in the West Bank forever. Their dead bones can only look at their homeland, and they will never go back.

And defending the river has merit, resisting the enemy on the west bank.This huge credit is all on his head, Yu Xiaoqing.No one remembers the expeditionary soldiers who shed their blood on the West Bank, and Long Wenwen got nothing.

Because he is a black household himself, and he is also accused of impersonating the head of the regiment.Yu Xiaoqing cherished his talents, so he only saved his life, and reluctantly took the position of the head of the Sichuan Legion in the Yu division.But in Yu Xiaoqing's eyes, they were still cannon fodder.

Now, everything is different, he Liao Mingyu is not a dragon article, his identity as the head of the group is real, even if the final reward for meritorious deeds, it will not fall on Yu Xiaoqing's head.

Anyway, Yu Xiaoqing will be the teacher sooner or later, this has nothing to do with this battle, and Liao Mingyu also has a lot of self-confidence, so that the last 1000 Sichuan Army soldiers returned to Zenda alive.

Just as he was contemplating all this, a jeep appeared in the distance, heading towards their position.

(End of this chapter)