Bright Sword: Infinite Logistics

Chapter 16 The wooden cannon of the District Squadron

On July [-]th, the sky was bright and clear, and the wind and clouds were benevolent.

But the gentle wind cannot dissipate the smoke that fills the mountains.

In Dayou Mountain, outside Qingfeng Village, a platoon of soldiers has dug trenches and built a position at the entrance of the village.As long as a bandit walks out of the gate of the village, he will be immediately knocked down by a row of guns on the battlefield.

Contrary to what Li Yunlong thought, the soldiers did not need to spread out to prevent the bandits from escaping - the bandits in Qingfeng Village were very "peaceful" and were not frightened into running around. Instead, they were prepared and planned to stick to the gate of the village.

Then it became the current situation: dozens of bandits were blocked in the mountain stronghold by Li Yunlong and more than 300 people.

Li Yunlong was unwilling to pay casualties to attack the stronghold. The bandits also knew that they would die if they went out, so they were willing to be a coward.Both sides chose to waste it.

The difference is that Li Yunlong now has a sufficient supply of supplies, and every day the bandits in the village spend, they are one step closer to failure.

At noon, the comrades in the cooking class brought iron pot ingredients and made a fire directly in the position to cook.At the request of Consultant Meng, the canned meat was opened and used for cooking today. The aroma of the meat could be smelled from a distance.The food was not ready yet, and the soldiers in the entire position felt hungry.

"It smells so good, I really want to take a bite."

It's not just the Eight Roads who are greedy, but also the bandits in the village.For example, the three bandits hiding behind the observation hole at this time were watching the Eighth Route Army position.

After snatching the supplies from the district squadron, there is no shortage of food in the village for the time being, and the brothers have been able to eat enough in the past few days.But it's far from eating well. At least the meat hasn't been seen in months.The villages near the village have been robbed. In the past two months, even the guard dogs were beaten to death and eaten by the bandits in Qingfeng Village. The villagers have completely given up breeding.

"Do you want to die? That's the meat from the Eighth Route Army. If you go out now, not only will you not be able to eat the meat, but you will also have a few more holes in your body."

An older bandit interrupted the other two's fantasy.

"Transparent hole..." The other two people trembled, remembering the horrific scene yesterday afternoon.

At that time, the Eighth Route Army had just reached the entrance of the cottage. Several brothers believed the leader's lies. They really thought that each of the Eighth Route Army had only three rounds of bullets. They thought there was no threat and decisively opened fire.

And then...then something went wrong.This group of eight soldiers immediately chose to fight back. First they fired a row of guns, and then opened fire directly with two crooked guns. The rest began the close-in operation: digging bunkers and building trenches directly in the sight of the bandits.

During this period, whenever the bandits dared to show their heads, they would be immediately fired with several bullets.Counting the first few idiots who attacked the Eighth Route Army, seven brothers' skulls had been shattered by bullets.The remaining bandits have lost the courage to fight against the Eighth Route Army.

In terms of marksmanship, the Japs' marksmanship is recognized as the strongest.Leaving aside those professional snipers, there are many ruthless people among ordinary soldiers who can hit targets three to four hundred meters away.The Eighth Route Army lacked training. Two shots and sixteen rounds at 400 meters were considered special shooters.

As for the bandits?The bandits' marksmanship is even worse.Although the Eighth Route Army did not have many bullets, they often found Japanese soldiers to practice with, and many veterans were able to master their marksmanship.But the bandits are different. Not only can they not have one gun per person, but they usually rob a gang and tie them up for a ticket. As soon as the gun is taken out, the other person will be intimidated, so there is no need to shoot.Even if you occasionally have to fight someone with a big ticket, it's the same as the Eighth Route Army. All kinds of methods are used. The gun is within 100 meters, or even fired directly in the face.

This resulted in the vast majority of bandits having no marksmanship at all.As for using bullets to practice guns... It's ridiculous. At least half of the civilian bullets were bought by the Eighth Route Army, and the remaining half were owned by landlords.I don’t have any bullets to practice shooting, so who are you, a bandit?
I really thought bullets were free!Why do you want to be a bandit if you have that kind of money?
"This situation is wrong. How come the Eighth Route Army has so many bullets? Don't they often exchange fire with the Japanese? How can they have so many left?" The older bandit looked at the Eighth Route Army outside, especially the two crooked machine guns. His brows were furrowed.

From yesterday to now, the Eighth Route Army has fired at least a thousand rounds of bullets at the village gate. This is completely different from the Eighth Route Army in his impression.Shouldn't the Eight Route Army not shoot if they are not sure?Why do you feel like you are using the brothers in the cottage as targets now?
"I didn't know... they are in the army, so they should have more bullets than us." The bandit on the side complained: "We are the boss, but we have to say that they only have three bullets. Now, we are being beaten by the Eighth Route Army. ."

There was quite a bit of resentment in the bandit's words, and when it came to the leader, he no longer had the same awe as before, which made the old bandit immediately alert.With the actions of the Eighth Route Army, many people in the village were already dissatisfied with Bao Zhong, the bandit leader who decided to stay behind.If Bao Zhong doesn't handle it properly, then this "three mountains" man may be buried and hold the mountain.

"Look, what is that?" a bandit shouted, causing nearby bandits to look out from the observation holes.

I saw a group of eight soldiers without military uniforms dragging a thick log into the position, and then began to dig soil and fix it.The bandits looked on curiously, wondering what the Eighth Route Army was doing.

"Are these people from some district squadron? They don't even wear the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army, they look like ordinary people. What's the use of them coming?"

"Come on, come on, don't squat on the gate of this village, get down quickly!" Only the old bandit warned: "That's a fucking wooden cannon! Squat up there and seek death!"

"what?"

A group of bandits hurriedly ran down the village gate.Not long after, a loud noise was heard, and a dozen bandits watched as the village gate shook violently, and then sawdust flew and a thick smoke rose.

"Quick, look at where the village gate has been shelled. Repair it if you can! If there's a fire, put it out with water!" The old bandit obviously had seen the world, and now he took on the important task of command.

"Forget it, don't use water, there isn't enough water in the village. Pee, use urine!"

While the village was busy, there was joy and laughter outside the village.Zhang Dabiao and the captain of the district squadron were carrying lunch boxes and eating deliciously.

"Captain Zhang, your food is really good, but I haven't eaten meat for a long time. This time, let's get some new light and eat some meat."

"Captain Zhang, you guys are not bad either. We can't do anything with the village gate, but it's better for you to just use the gate cannon. It's so powerful!"

"Well, no one can compare with Battalion Commander Zhang. The grenade you captured from the Japanese is so powerful, and you can keep firing. My wooden cannon has a short range, poor accuracy, and it's easy to explode and injure yourself. Man. Even if everything goes smoothly, it will be useless after just two shots. There is nothing to be proud of."

The two exchanged blows for a while, and the atmosphere was harmonious.The soldiers also regarded firing cannons as entertainment during the meal, and they all guessed which number of shots would be needed to blast away the bandit's stronghold.

Until the breeze carried the smell of urine.

Zhang Dabiao put down his lunch box, and the meat in his mouth suddenly became less fragrant than before.

(End of this chapter)