Kung Fu Soldier King

During the meal, all the things taken out from the underground arsenal of the town hall were placed in the canteen yard.

Facing us is a Japanese type 92 infantry gun, full of crater baffles, showing the war years it has experienced.

Next to it is a macchin heavy machine gun, which is known as the nightmare of cavalry. It has a water-cooled barrel, fast bullet speed, long range and powerful.

Next to them are two Dazheng eleven year light machine guns, which are commonly known as crooked handles. Their firepower has been tested in countless battles, and there is no problem.

Next to these two light machine guns, there were eight hundred type submachine guns. They were only equipped with the Japanese army in the late period of the war of resistance against Japan. The magazine was on the side, with 50 bullets, and their performance was also good.

In addition, there are more than a dozen M1 garland rifles, which used to be called Da Ba, developed by the famous Springfield Arsenal in the United States.

In addition, there are some cavalry guns and small rifles, but most of them have rusted due to preservation problems, or the rifling has been completely ground flat.

Behind the gun were boxes of ammunition wrapped in tarpaulins. They were yellow and glowing under the flashlight. They were well preserved at a glance.

There are two boxes of shells, a total of six rounds. In addition, there are many other magazines and ammunition.

Looking at this pile of things, Xiao Yan shook his hand holding the wheelchair and shouted to Ma Changgong, "are you fucking teasing me? This is left by your Ma Weizi security group? It's enough to equip an independent camp."

"When did I say that the security group stayed? At that time, our majiaweizi was a main group stationed in the Majiajun, and later left some when we left. We were ready to make supplies when we came back in the future, but we never came back. At the beginning, the state confiscated it several times, and I have turned over a lot of things..."

Xiao Yan didn't investigate Ma Changgong's crime of hiding guns. He said, "stay well. Where are the people I asked you to gather?"

"Gather here..." Ma Changgong shouted in the distance. The people who had been waiting at the door and in the room immediately swarmed in.

These people are competing with each other. Most of them are carrying machetes and sticks. It's a place to practice martial arts. The big knife looks cold and has opened the blade.

Xiao Yan asked him to find sixty or seventy people, but the people gathered here were dark.

Xiao Laojiu looked at Ma Changgong puzzled. The latter smiled sheepishly and said, "once these calves heard that they had money, they all scrambled to come, but you don't care. Just choose how many people you need."

"That's good. I underestimated our enemy. It's good to have more people. Let the more than 20 policemen out first and let me see their style." Xiao Yan nodded.

We must do a good job in preparing for the war. Fortunately, he is a military talent, otherwise it is really difficult to fight this hard battle.

This is called temporary pulling strong men. These people may have put down their guns long ago. They may have forgotten how to shoot. We must arrange them best.

To give them a sense of firepower advantage, they can shoot calmly. Otherwise, it is impossible for them to resist.

Ma Changgong shouted, and then several men in uniform and three women ran out next to him.

Different from the police station in the city, the police station in the northwest town, especially in the rich town of majiaweizi, how can that guy be bad?

It's just that they can't catch up with the regular forces, but it's relatively good.

Xiao Yan looked. There were eight 82 submachine guns, five 97 shotguns and one 54 pistol. The policemen with shotguns had two armed belts wrapped around them with bullet belts, which was very dignified.

Xiao Yan nodded and said, "well, if you don't have a long gun, go and get a 100 type submachine gun. By the way, forget the women. Go back and take the children."

"Look down on people, don't you? Watch it." the policewoman nearby, whose face was red with sand, shouted angrily and grabbed a shotgun from her partner.

Skillfully loaded, quickly flashed a few steps to the side, stabilized his upper body, didn't understand, and suddenly pulled the trigger in his hand.

The sound of bang, the bullet hit out, and the gunshot didn't move.

But a bullet that was fired flew a stone millstone tens of meters away.

Look at the policewoman, her face is not red and out of breath, and her face is still wearing a provocative expression.

Xiao Yan was stunned. They all said that the northwest women were strong enough. They really didn't cover it. He hurriedly said, "well, if you can't shoot, you can learn from your colleagues and practice towards the open space."

As soon as the woman was hired, the two female policemen nearby were anxious and robbed their companions' guns to show off.

Xiao Yan hurriedly said, "well, don't make a fuss. Go get submachine guns and change with your partner. Pay attention to protect yourself."

These more than 20 policemen are the most commonly used guns here, that is to say, they are the most reliable. These people, of course, are used against those Rangers.

Xiao Yan equipped them with enough firepower. In addition to five shotguns, the remaining 15 were submachine guns. They keep the backyard, enough for each other to eat a pot.

"Those who have been soldiers and fired guns are out of the line." Xiao Yan shouted again at the group of people in front of him.

Wow, more than 30 people came out. It's the northwest, not the south. In the south, let alone emergency mobilization, the Ministry of armed forces slowly transferred reserves. There were few.

It's not that people over there are afraid of death and dare not become soldiers. It's because the south is so rich that young students go to business to make money. Who wants to go to barracks.

"I've been a special forces soldier!" Xiao Yan shouted again.

There are five people standing out together. They are really together. They have been special forces in the end. The momentum all over them is different from others.

These people usually don't make a serious living when they come back. They can't stand the harsh boss when they go to work in the factory. They often beat the boss.

At ordinary times, Ma Changgong pays money to keep him alive. Sometimes he asks them for help, goes out hunting and takes them on business.

"Who can use markqin heavy machine gun?" Xiao Yan asked again.

Several people looked at each other. Who the fuck would? As a result, an old man in the rear queue came forward and said, "I will. We used this weapon when we were soldiers."

"Grandpa, you are almost in the coffin. What are you doing out?" a young man nearby joked.

The old man patted his chest and said, "although I'm a little old, I'm tough. When I was in the army, I was an auxiliary machine gunner. When I hit ah San, the machine gunner was killed. I've killed people..."

"I've heard you blow it eighty times..." they laughed.

Xiao Yan said: "well, master, you teach a young man to come out. Today you are also an auxiliary machine gunner. Mark Qin should ensure that there is enough water. Later, you should prepare more cold water on your position. If you can't, change the barrel. You are old..."

"Don't worry, if I die on the battlefield, it will worry me." the old man is full of pride.

Seeing that he said so, Xiao Yan didn't persuade him again. Directly pointed to a special forces soldier and asked him to teach him how to shoot.

It doesn't matter if the markqin machine gunner doesn't understand. As long as the experienced auxiliary machine gunner is nearby to guide, when to shoot, just shoot.

Xiao Yan placed a pair of markqin on the main gate, facing the open place outside, and then sent more than a dozen M1 to the young soldiers, asking them to be divided around markqin as the first echelon.

In the office building in front of the front yard and the right gun building on one side, two crooked handles are arranged, which can form a cross fire.

The rest will use guns. They took a 100 type submachine gun as cover fire on the turret, and several riding guns were sent down and arranged in the main building.

More than 40 people with good Kung Fu were selected. They took machetes and long guns and divided them into two teams, which were hidden in the courtyards on the left and right sides.

In this way, the total combat effectiveness is almost 100 people, and the other party is more than 220 people. Although there is a great disparity in combat effectiveness, it still has the strength of a war.

After finishing these arrangements, Xiao Yan suddenly turned to Ma Changgong and said, "where's the pistol? Give me two."

"Hey, how do you know I'm hiding?" Ma Changgong said shyly.

Xiao Yan turned his eyes and said, "I've finished visiting your Wanguo brand weapons, but how can I do without a shell lighter pistol."