Anti-Japanese Jedi Player

Chapter 140
"This shitty plane"

One night three days later, Luo Yun kicked the cabin door, jumped off a Curtiss cursing, and then swam towards the distant island without looking back. He had just swam tens of meters away. The plane behind him wobbled and sank to the bottom of the sea.

"It's about 2000 kilometers away from Shanghai, and it takes half a day to fly"

Climbing up to the island, shaking the salty sea water off his body, he pulled out the system interface, looked at the location on the map, and sighed.

It is not a good job to fly this kind of aircraft for a long time. The poor-quality front engine and the short and thick exhaust pipe make Luo Yun breathe the bad exhaust all the time, and the loud noise from the close-by propeller is even more annoying. Coupled with the strange violent tremors and abnormal noises and engine strikes that appeared from time to time, Luo Yun was exhausted physically and mentally along the way.

"Hey···"

Sighing again, he looked at the moonless starry sky.

It's nine o'clock at night now.

"What else can I do? Keep driving! Keep breathing exhaust! Keep artificially purifying PM2.5"

Then he took out a Curtiss seaplane from the storage warehouse again, took out a virtual oil tank, filled the plane with fuel, and then sat in the cockpit with the attitude of looking at death, when starting the engine , A thought suddenly appeared in Luo Yun's mind.

Should buy some masks.

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Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei base.

The cavalry battalion directly under the 119th Division is hiding in a hidden valley at this time, waiting for the order to attack.Every soldier in the army is riding on a horse at this time, with a saber neatly inserted in the left waist, and a brand new shell gun box straddling the right waist.

Suddenly a correspondent ran over. Under the expectant eyes of everyone, the commander of the cavalry battalion gave the order to rest after receiving the order from the correspondent.

"Everyone dismounts and rests on the spot"

Following his order, the regretful cavalry dismounted one after another, held the reins to rest on the spot, and at the same time, a squad of soldiers consciously spread their guard around.

As the battalion commander, Yu Sheng was naturally much more casual. The new order from the division clearly told him that their cavalry battalion would definitely not be fighting today. At this moment, they just need to wait here for the large troops to converge and then go back to the camp to rest.

He found a tree, tied his horse, and then Yu Sheng sat down directly on the ground, with his legs crossed, and took out his newly acquired rifle.A twenty-ring mirror box.

Touching the side of the magazine that was as smooth as a mirror, while pulling the trigger, Yu Sheng had a smirk on his face, like a fool holding a big chicken leg, revealing his stupidity from the inside out.

This gun was issued by the division headquarters ten days ago. Each of the 470 cavalry battalions was assigned one. At the same time, each gun also came with five 20-round magazines. As the battalion commander, Yu Sheng had the priority to choose, so Facing 470 guns, he chose for a whole afternoon.

For a full six hours in one afternoon, he even missed dinner because of this, but during those six hours, his eyes were almost blinded, and in the end he couldn't find which gun was the best, or even which gun was the best. At worst he didn't find it.

470 shell guns, each of which is the best of the best.

It's unscientific, it's impossible.

How is it possible that almost every gun is top quality?Even if it is produced by the original German factory, you have to make a difference.

Yu Sheng, who did not believe in evil, repeated the comparison three times, but each time the result was the same. In the end, he could only silently accept the reality, and then spent half an hour picking out a gun at random.

With his hand removed from the smooth mirror, he turned the rear nosepiece, looked at the gun magazine that was not stained at all, and then unloaded the full magazine.

As the yellow and orange bullets were unloaded from the magazine, Yu Sheng was filled with memories and sighs.

Ten years ago today, he put down his hoe and carried a steel gun.

It took him ten years to grow from an ordinary farmer to the commander of the cavalry battalion. In these ten years, he has fought all the way from the base area to the present. Counting on his fingers, he has experienced more than one hundred battles, large and small. field.

These ten years, these one hundred battles, a wooden gun with only a bayonet, he fought seven times in one year, and an old sleeve with no rifling, he fought more than 30 times in three years, six Years ago he had signed up for the cavalry and was subsequently given a carbine.

He only carried this short carbine for one year, and only experienced two battles. One year later, with his talent and hard work, he became the squad leader of the cavalry squad, and because of this, he obtained a Hanyang-made pistol. Put the ten-ring shell gun with a fixed magazine.

This pistol does not need to be carried, and can be easily held with one hand, so he held it for five years, until five days ago, and when he handed it in, because he had a new high-quality pistol, he No regrets at all.

Although he has held a shell gun for five years, the total number of bullets he has fired in the past five years has not exceeded one hundred. Because the ammunition is so scarce, he can only allocate a dozen rounds of ammunition during large-scale battles, and he is also required to save as much as possible. After the battle, the unused ammunition must be returned to the logistics department.

But after five years of cavalry career, he actually wanted to say something, let each of the cavalry be equipped with a shell gun, and then give a little more bullets, and he guaranteed that the combat effectiveness of the cavalry would increase several times.

After all, the saber is just a cold weapon after all, and the attack distance is only a little more than one meter. No matter how fast the horse is, it can only be tens of kilometers per hour. Where is the speed of bullets, but this idea can only be occasionally chatted with the teacher. It has never been put into practice. After all, the total of 119 people in the 5000th Division only has a few hundred shell guns. It is unrealistic for every cavalry to issue one.

But just ten days ago, his long-cherished dream came true, and even exceeded.

Not only was everyone issued a shell gun, but it was a high-quality shell gun, and everyone was issued a full fifty rounds of ammunition, and these fifty rounds of ammunition were used for emergency training.

The order from the division headquarters was to familiarize themselves with the pistols in their hands within three days, and each soldier must shoot fifty rounds of live ammunition. Facing this order, he was stunned.

Live ammunition training. He has been in the army for ten years and has never seen it. Every bullet in the team is extremely precious. At first he thought the order was wrong, so he hurriedly asked the division commander to confirm the situation.

The teacher didn't explain it at the time, but took him directly to the warehouse to look at the 100 million rounds of bullets.

(End of this chapter)