Anti-Japanese Jedi Player

Chapter 135 Arriving in the United States
"100 million rounds"

With a sound of exclamation, the shell gun in the teacher's hand fell to the ground.

Yet his amazement was far from over.

"Seven 60mm mortars, and 1 rounds of shells"

"Fifty Czechs, 15 rounds of 79 bullets"

"Mom"

With the constant surprises and stimulation, the teacher suddenly felt that the canned beef-flavored big pot rice in his mouth had lost its taste. At this moment, only the numbers in his mind were left echoing in his whole body.

And the brigade commander and the little long beard were not much better, they also looked sluggish.

Not finding the shell gun that had fallen on the ground, the division commander recalled the number just reported by the chief of staff, and then thought about the quantity of the previous batch of supplies from the devil, and silently added up the two batches of supplies in his heart.

Calculated from the two batches of materials, excluding the remaining ammunition in the division headquarters, the batch of weapons and ammunition transported by the cavalry battalion now has a total of 135 million rounds of various bullets, 90 light machine guns, 600 rifles, and 40 grenades. 7 mortars, 12000 mortar shells.

How much ammunition was there when the Eighth Route Army was reorganized and launched?

The teacher couldn't help but compare.

Only 70 rounds! When the whole army was launched in August, the Eighth Route Army had a total of 8 rounds of ammunition for 4.5 people, with an average of only 70 rounds per person. Even if all the ammunition acquired later was added up, it was only 15 million rounds, or 150 rounds per person.These data are directly calculated by the commander-in-chief, and they are absolutely true.

Now, only the 119 half divisions under his command with more than 5000 people have 135 million rounds, an average of 230 rounds per person.He has more than one hundred rounds of bullets per capita. He has fought for more than ten years, and bullets have never been so rich.

Moreover, he now has seven mortars and more than 1 shells, with an average of two shells per person.

This is a cannon with heavy firepower, much more powerful than a grenade.Even if it is only a small 60-caliber mortar, it is much stronger than the devil's grenadier, with a range of more than one kilometer. It can firmly suppress the firepower of the devil's heavy machine gun, and can destroy the firepower point from a long distance.

Throughout the history of the Anti-Japanese War, the Eighth Route Army's mortars have always been weapons directly under the brigade level, and even firing a shot requires the approval of the brigade commander himself.As for why you are so picky?It's not because there are not enough shells.

Now that there are more than 1 shells, it is not open to fire.

Thinking of this, the teacher felt very happy in his heart, and he couldn't wait to fight him with the devils who came to clean up.

Although you have these weapons, you still can't fight the devils head-on. After all, the devils are not vegetarians with planes, cannons and tanks, but they have guns, bullets and cannons in their hands, and there are enough shells, so playing guerrilla warfare with the little devils is one thing. It's been a lot of fun.

"You said that Zhang Lianshun said that the business will continue next time, and you can get a [-]% discount?"

Picking up the submerged shell gun, the division commander pulled out the receiver, looking at the black gun body glowing with unique metal under the firelight, there was a strange light in his eyes.

"Yes, Captain Zhang said that the next transaction will be in the next year, and he will inform me when the time comes. The price is one ton of weapons, ammunition or military supplies for one veteran," the chief of staff replied.

"One ton" The teacher's eyes lit up when he heard this number.

How much is a ton of ammunition?Even including the outer packaging, there are 60 rounds of ammunition per ton of shell guns, 650 rounds of ammunition per ton of Czech machine guns, and [-] rounds of ammunition per ton of [-] mortar shells.

What a bargain for a veteran to exchange so much ammunition.

"He only wants veterans?" Then the division commander continued to ask.

"Yes, and it must be a veteran with more than three years of experience." The chief of staff nodded.

Listening to the chief of staff's answer, the teacher's thoughts began to drift again.

Although there are quite a few veterans in the 119th Division who have survived for more than three years, there are still more than 9000 people left after the full battle. The rest are recruits recently recruited. Not a lot.

Looks like it's time to do some business with the other two divisions.

The middlemen make the difference.

By the way, there seem to be many veterans in the northern Shaanxi border area.

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The two three-blade propellers stopped rotating, and the Douglas DC-3 passenger plane stopped steadily at the airport in New York. Luo Yun yawned and then got off the plane.

In this era when the Chinese Exclusion Act had not yet been abolished, Luo Yun, who was wearing a high-end suit and was alone holding a fake Republic of China certificate that cost a hundred oceans, was greeted with harmony and friendship as soon as he stepped out of the airport.

"Minguo boy, where are you going?"

Three men with thick arms and round waists surrounded Luo Yun. Their thick arms were almost thicker than Luo Yun's thighs, and their tall bodies even blocked the not-so-hot sunlight.And a patrolling policeman didn't seem to see this, and was still standing quietly at the gate of the airport.

Although he didn't pass the grade in English in college, he can still understand a few basic phrases.

"do not know"

The broken English came out of Luo Yun's mouth. He glanced at the three weak chickens who were strong on the outside, but ignored them. At this moment, Luo Yun was thinking sadly.

In this era without internet navigation, tour guides, and translation software, Luo Yun, who is illiterate in English, is at a loss.

“I would have asked for a translator if I knew it earlier”

Thinking back to the little boss of the local gang in Hong Kong who went around doing things for him because of Wu Baiyang and his fists, Luo Yun thought with some regret at this moment.

"One hundred dollars, and I'll take you to Chinatown." The three of them stared at Luo Yun's obviously expensive suit, and their words were both friendly and threatening.

This time, what the three of them spoke was in Chinese. Although the tones and sentences were distorted, Luo Yun still understood.

"OK"

After thinking about it, Luo Yun took out a gold bar and handed it over.

Seeing the gold bar, the tallest person among the three quickly took the gold bar, touched the texture, and after confirming the authenticity of the gold bar, he immediately changed his face, smiled and said to Luo Yun, and at the same time made gestures of asking posture.

"Let's go, I'll take you to Chinatown, if you don't trust me, I can ask the police to supervise this business"

After speaking, he made a gesture to a policeman at the gate of the airport, and the policeman who was standing at attention immediately came over.

"Officer, this gentleman offered us a gold bar to take him to Chinatown, we need someone to oversee this business"

"Okay, then let me supervise. We are a free country under the rule of law. Don't worry, sir, we will guarantee the safety of your life and property." The policeman touched the left pistol on his waist and said to Luo Yun with a smile , At the same time, the police followed his height advantage to look at the inner pocket of Luo Yun's suit, where he saw the glittering gold.

Of course, Luo Yun, who knew no more than a hundred English words, didn't understand what they were saying, but he still nodded cooperatively.

Then the police drove over to a Ford, and the five people got into the car and drove straight to Chinatown.

(End of this chapter)