Bright Sword: Develop alone, bring back an artillery regiment

Chapter 161: Tricking Li Yunlong
Wang Chengzhu smiled, half drunk and half awake, and said: "Hey, Captain, you really can't hide anything from your sharp eyes. Yes, the bullet did leave a big head."

"However, it was agreed at the time that we only handed in half of the weapons and equipment, and did not mention the issue of ammunition."

"Besides, although you said that you want to form a fourth battalion, isn't it that the conscription has not yet started? It is useless to keep so many bullets, but my independent battalion is different. It needs to be ready to fight at any time. If there is not enough ammunition Where can I go?"

Li Yunlong thought about it carefully, it seems that when he was in Lijiapo, he really only talked about the issue of weapons and equipment, but not the issue of ammunition.

But he can't be blamed for this. After all, according to the normal logic, half of the weapons and equipment are divided, and half of the ammunition is naturally divided.

Who would have thought that this would be exploited by Wang Chengzhu.

Who did this kid learn from, why is he so thoughtful?Isn't it like this when drinking?
Of course, Li Yunlong couldn't admit that he was defeated. His face sank and he said, "Zhuzi, I can understand that you left more ammunition, but the difference in quantity is too big, right?"

"As far as I know, when devils take part in battle, each infantryman usually carries 120 rounds of ammunition, plus the five rounds loaded in the chamber, that is 5 rounds."

"We are not unreasonable people, and we don't ask you to make up half of it. You can add 20 bullets to each rifle and 60 bullets to each machine gun."

"20 rounds?"

Wang Chengzhu was stunned and said: "Head, you should kill me?"

Li Yunlong: "Why should we kill you properly?"

Wang Chengzhu: "It is true that the little devils in the Yamazaki Battalion carried a lot of ammunition, but they definitely did not have 120 rounds. I estimated that the maximum was 60 rounds. This was determined when I cleaned the battlefield."

"However, the battle this time, from the time the devils entered the village to the end of the battle, was added together back and forth, but it lasted for a full half a day, especially when the devils finally launched a general attack, the devils were all fully fired defense.

Therefore, the ammunition carried by the devil has long been consumed. "

"That is to say, we used shelling to kill a lot of ghost soldiers in advance, so that these guys didn't have time to waste bullets. But even so, the average bullets per gun in the end did not exceed 10 rounds."

"Counting our consumption into account, in fact, in this battle, our independent battalion as a whole, apart from eliminating some devils and capturing some guns, in terms of ammunition consumption, it was a loss, and it was a big loss. "

"Now each soldier in our independent battalion can distribute no more than 5 bullets, so among the rifles we handed over to you, each gun is equipped with two bullets, which is already tightening your belt.

If you hand over some more ammunition, you will be unable to fight the following battles, and the development of the army will also stagnate. "

What Wang Chengzhu said was sincere, coupled with the vivid body movements and facial expressions, it was completely impossible to tell that he was acting.

Li Yunlong listened to his explanation, and then thought about it carefully, it seems that this is really the case.

After all, as a commander, he also knew that in frontal combat, the consumption of ammunition was extremely terrifying.

Under the circumstances at that time, the Independence Battalion was almost rushing to the top of the mountain, and the devils of the Yamazaki Brigade had to open their fire. Could it be that they kept bullets for the New Year?

Li Yunlong put aside the issue of bullets, and asked again: "Where is the devil's heavy machine gun and grenades, why are there none?"

Wang Chengzhu: "All the devil's grenades were thrown away. As for the heavy machine guns, they were all blown up by the artillerymen of my independent battalion!"

"Speaking of this, I feel pain for a while, although the devil's crooked light machine gun is very bad, but their [-]-type heavy machine gun is still quite good.

But there is no way, if we don't blow up all the firepower of the devil's heavy machine gun, the brothers will not be able to rush up.

You can't just watch our brothers from the independent battalion line up to die in order to seize a few heavy machine guns, right? "

The explanation was very reasonable, and Li Yunlong couldn't find a reason to refute it. When they were fighting the devils, the devils did the same. Relying on the suppression of artillery fire, they always hit the Eighth Route Army's machine gun fire first.

He doesn't have the strength, otherwise he would blow up the devil's machine gun first.

"All right!"

Li Yunlong accepted this reality, and then made a silent decision in his heart that when the time came to hand over the weapons to the brigade headquarters, he would give them the guns.

In this way, the ratio of guns to bullets has reached 1:4, which is considered to have reached the average level of the Eighth Route Army.

"Okay, Huzi, go and treat those brothers in the independent camp well for me."

"Yes!"

Huzi promised, then turned around and left.

Li Yunlong seemed to have thought of something, and asked again: "By the way, Zhuzi, that's the report on "Three-Three System Tactics". Have you written it yet?"

Wang Chengzhu slapped his forehead: "Oh! It was really a mistake to drink. I almost forgot this important thing. Thanks to the leader, you reminded me."

With that said, Wang Chengzhu took out a document from his pocket, and continued: "Head, this is the detailed report on the "Three-Three System Tactics". You only need to look at the detailed training methods to know."

Li Yunlong opened it and saw, good guy, heavenly book, he frowned, and said, "Zhuzi, you wrote this?"

Wang Chengzhu: "Ah? What's the matter?"

Li Yunlong: "Isn't the writing too ugly?"

Wang Chengzhu: "I can't help it. Whoever told me to go to a private school for two years."

Li Yunlong: "What is written on it, I can't understand it at all?"

Wang Chengzhu: "Aren't there so many cultural people in our regiment, you can find someone to ask, don't you know everything?"

Li Yunlong nodded: "That's right."

Wang Chengzhu seemed to think of something, and asked again: "By the way, where is our political commissar? Why didn't you see him?"

Li Yunlong: "Hey! You mean Political Commissar Zhao? He went to the brigade to make a report. These literati don't have the ability to fight devils, but they are better at making small reports."

Wang Chengzhu: "Leader, you can't say that. It's good to have some cultural knowledge. No, you will suffer from being uneducated. I think, if you have time, you should learn cultural knowledge from the political commissar. It can be used."

Wang Chengzhu pointed to the document in Li Yunlong's hand.

Li Yunlong straightened his neck and said: "Damn! What's the use of learning culture? Can you beat devils away with a pen? In the end, you have to rely on a gun!"

Li Yunlong himself is uneducated, not only is he not ashamed, but he is also proud of it.

Wang Chengzhu: "We didn't deny the importance of the barrel of a gun, but the barrel of a pen is also very important, just like our political commissar, that is a talent with both civil and military skills."

Li Yunlong said with a look of disdain: "Just a poor-faced scholar, he is also an all-rounder in civil and military affairs?"

Wang Chengzhu smiled slyly: "Head, you don't want to look at people through the crack of the door. As far as I know, our political commissar's marksmanship is very good. It's no problem to shoot through Yang with a hundred paces. Although it's a little worse than me, it's still better than yours." It is more than a star and a half stronger!"

Li Yunlong: "If Political Commissar Zhao's marksmanship is better than ours, let's write our names upside down! From now on, all matters in the regiment will be under his control!"

Although Li Yunlong didn't think his marksmanship was very good, it was definitely not bad. Maybe he couldn't compare to those accurate shooters in the regiment, but it was more than enough to surpass the white-faced scholar Zhao Gang, the political commissar.

Wang Chengzhu: "How about we make a bet?"

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(End of this chapter)