The war of resistance against mountains is heavy

Chapter 1882: The second suggestion from “The Rice Bucket”

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Gunshots were heard at the southern entrance of Shuiquan Town. It was an Eighth Route Army soldier firing a shot into the air with an old rifle in his hand.

But he grinned every time he fired a shot. He fired three shots and grinned exactly three times.

"Just shoot, why are you grinning?" Fan Tongwu who was standing aside asked cautiously.

At first, he thought that this Eighth Route Army soldier was also a new recruit who had never fired a gun. Every time he fired a gun, the butt of the gun vibrated and his shoulder hurt. It was the same when he first learned to shoot a gun. His shoulder was swollen from the impact, so he would grin after every shot.

But then he realized something was wrong, because this Eighth Route Army soldier pulled the bolt to eject the shell, and then pushed the bullet into the chamber, a series of actions that were smooth and fluid.

With this action, how can he be a new soldier? That's why Fan Tongwu was curious.

"I feel sorry for the bullets! These three bullets are enough for me to fight one battle." The Eighth Route Army soldier replied.

Fan Tongwu said "Oh", but what he was thinking in his heart was that the Three-gun Eighth Route Army was indeed worthy of its reputation.

At this time, he saw the Eighth Route Army soldier bending down to pick up the ejected shell. Although the shell was hot, he didn't care.

  Fan Tongwu saw him stretching one hand with that hand, and then stretching the other hand back, it was like picking up a freshly baked potato from the stove!

"Why are you picking up bullet shells? Do you have your own arsenal?" Fan Tongwu asked curiously again.

The Eighth Route Army soldier glanced at him warily, but since they were fighting side by side, the wariness in his eyes disappeared, and he replied, "Where is the arsenal? I just went back and cut a bullet tip out of wood, inserted it into the shell to make it look like a real bullet, and then inserted it into the ammunition bag."

"Why is this?" Fan Tongwu became even more curious.

"Load it with real bullets so that the Japanese will think that we, the Eighth Route Army, have a lot of bullets!" the Eighth Route Army soldier replied.

"Is this possible?" Fan Tongwu was surprised.

"Why not? If you are poor, you have your own way." The Eighth Route Army soldier answered as a matter of course, but then said with regret: "It would be great if we had firecrackers now."

"Why do you want firecrackers again?" At this time, Fan Tongwu was like opening a blind box as people in later generations said. He really had no idea what this Eighth Route Army soldier would say next.

"Put the firecrackers in a tin barrel and light it. It makes a ping-pong sound, and from a distance it sounds like a machine gun. This saves me three bullets, and makes it sound to the Japs in the distance that there is a machine gun." The Eighth Route Army soldier explained again. As he said, there are ways to be desperate, and he did not hide the Eighth Route Army's tactics in fighting the Japs.

Fan Tongwu looked at the Eighth Route Army soldier curiously. Ever since he and Wu Ziqi entered Shang Zhen Camp, he felt that there were many differences between Shang Zhen Camp and their Security Division. However, when he came into contact with the Eighth Route Army, he discovered that the Eighth Route Army was different from the Northeast Army.

  Of course, the Northeast Army here mainly refers to Shang Zhen's battalion. He has not come into contact with other Northeast Army.

As they were talking, gunshots were heard not far away. It was in an alley adjacent to the main street, which was another exit from Shuiquan Town from the south.

However, that side fired more shots than this side, with five or six shots fired in succession. As for shooting into the air, it was the same.

After a while, Fan Tongzuo, Zhao Wang and another Eighth Route Army soldier ran over.

The shots just now were fired by Fan Tongzuo. He originally wanted to fire a few more shots but was stopped by Zhao Wang. The reason why Zhao Wang stopped him was the same as that of the Eighth Route Army soldier: it was a waste of bullets. People almost said that Fan Tongzuo was a prodigal son!

"Let's go, let's go to that exit. I wonder if the Japanese will be fooled." Zhao Wang said.

The reason why they fired guns into the air at the two intersections was because they followed Fan Tongzuo's advice. When the Japanese heard the gunshots at the two intersections, they would most likely not rush to these two intersections, but would rush to the third entrance.

Outside the third intersection, there were some other scattered houses and obstacles such as pig pens and cow sheds. They could use the terrain of those houses to block the Japanese army.

Perhaps Fan Tongzuo's opinion may not satisfy Zhao Wang, but the problem is that he can't come up with a better idea, so he can only listen to Fan Tongzuo.

However, if he knew that Fan Tongzuo's nickname among the security guards was "glutton", he probably would not have adopted Fan Tongzuo's opinion no matter what.

Several people ran towards the house outside the third intersection, but after running a few steps, Fan Tongzuo suddenly stopped and said, "Why am I still a little worried? What if the Japanese soldiers run out from these two intersections? What should we do?"

The two intersections he mentioned undoubtedly refer to the ones where they had just finished firing. This is what they had in mind, but if the Japanese army was far away and did not hear the gunshots from these two intersections, it was not impossible that they would come out from these two intersections.

  Seeing Fan Tongzuo's decision being hesitant, what else could Zhao Wang say? He could only say in his heart, you still know!

After all, real war is not a scripted drama, and anything is possible.

"How about this, the four of you go hide outside that intersection, and I'll shoot at these two intersections, one shot at this intersection, and another at that intersection." Fan Tongzuo said.

"Are you really not afraid of having too many bullets?" Zhao Wang said angrily when he heard Fan Tongzuo say this. There was no doubt that he really felt sorry for the bullets.

But what could he say? The bullet belonged to Fan Tongzuo and belonged to the Northeast Army, not to him.

"Are you feeling sorry for the bullets?" Fan Tongzuo glanced at Zhao Wang's face, and Zhao Wang snorted.

What is this situation like? It is like the rich kid eating steamed buns and throwing them away, while the poor kid can only look at the steamed buns with envy but can do nothing about it.

"Let's exchange guns first. I'll give you my good one. My shooting skill is not that good anyway. I'll give you another thirty bullets." Fan Tongzuo was quite generous.

The main reason why he did this was because during his journey with Zhao Wang, he found that although Zhao Wang spoke harshly, he was a good person.

"Really?" Zhao Wang couldn't believe his ears.

The rifles used by Zhao Wang and Fan Tongzuo both had old-style chambers.

  But Zhao Wang’s gun was too old and the rifling in the barrel was almost worn out. How could he shoot accurately with such a gun?

You know, the rifling is known as the soul of the gun barrel.

It is the rifling that gives the bullet the ability to rotate during flight, so that the bullet can travel farther and fly more stably, just like an arrow shot from a bow.

"I keep my word, how could it be false? I guarantee it, no! We in the Northeast Army always keep our word!" said Fan Tongzuo.

"Brother!" Fan Tongwu couldn't help but shout from the side.

  It is said that soldiers sharpen their guns before going into battle, but I have never heard of soldiers changing their guns before going into battle!

It was just that because the Eighth Route Army was right in front of him, Fan Tongwu couldn't say anything.

  "We're fighting the Japanese anyway. You know my poor marksmanship. It's a waste of this good gun! Why don't you just give it back to me after the war?

Besides, we are fighting against the Japanese ambush, maybe after the battle, I can get a Type 38 rifle?" Fan Tongzuo was open-minded.

  Since Fan Tongzuo has said this, what else can Fan Tongwu say?

As for Zhao Wang, a soldier of the Eighth Route Army, facing a powerful enemy, if he had a good gun, his success rate in killing the enemy would certainly increase. What's more, he just wanted to switch between them first. So why did he object?

So the two men exchanged guns, and Fan Tong gave Zhao Wang 30 extra bullets.

Zhao Wang, Fan Tongwu and two other Eighth Route Army soldiers went to the third intersection, while Fan Tongzuo ran back with a gun.

Just now they ran a few steps forward, and now he ran a few steps back, but stood outside the main street exit again.

Fan Tongzuo put the rifle he had exchanged from Zhao Wang against his shoulder, aimed at the chimney of a house in front of him and fired a shot.

  Fan Tongzuo really didn’t know where the bullet went, but at least it didn’t hit the chimney!

"I don't even use this broken gun as a firewood stick, let alone use it to fight the Japanese. It's just a noise!" Fan Tongzuo said with some disgust.

After saying this, he looked around the street and saw no one coming, so he ran towards the first intersection with his rifle in hand.

Fan Tongzuo actually has his own shortcomings. As he himself said, his shooting skills are really not that good.

To be honest, he gave his good gun to Zhao Hao temporarily, but there was another reason. He felt that if the Japanese devils really came out from the third intersection, the five of them would not be able to stop them, and that would involve how to escape.

I lent my good gun to Zhao Wang, and I just watched from a distance with this broken gun. If I could win, I would fight. If I couldn't win, I would just hide away. No one could accuse me of being a deserter.

He had temporarily avoided the dangerous area. As for his younger brother Fan Tongwu, on the way here, he had taken the opportunity to talk to Wan Congwu and asked him to be smarter. He also gave him a wink. He believed that his younger brother must understand what he meant.