In one day...

The soldiers of the Sichuan Army experienced two fierce battles. Not to mention the personnel losses, the bullet consumption was quite huge.

Although the firepower of the more than 20 submachine guns was fierce, the earliest accumulated submachine gun bullets had long been exhausted, and the rifleman did not have many 7.92mm bullets left. There was also a serious shortage of hand grenades.

You know, if you hold the trigger of a submachine gun, all 30 rounds of bullets can be fired in a few seconds. The rate of fire is very alarming.

This is a place where fighting may occur at any time. A soldier holding a submachine gun must carry at least 180 bullets to barely support his day's combat needs without affecting battlefield mobility.

Like the scenes in movies and TV shows where a single magazine is used to finish a battle, it all happens in a dream.

This is a very serious matter! If we encounter the Japs again, they will just run away, not charge with empty guns.

Liao Mingyu frowned and looked around the entire battlefield.

Now that the weapons and supplies have been collected, the Japs’ Type 38s are stacked against the wall of the wooden house. Grenades and the like have long been distributed to everyone. There are still two intact grenades and 11 rifle grenades.

One piece is missing and there is no room to replenish it.

The soldiers were treating the wounds of the wounded soldiers, or resting on the spot, eating canned beef, dry food and other things in their hands.

"Bah! What the hell is this? It smells sour, little devil, this thing is too unpalatable." Milong took a bite of the rice ball taken out of the little devil, spat it out in disgust, and threw it to the ground. It was not satisfying.

He stepped on it and stepped on it.

The man who used the crooked machine gun, Da Kui, was sitting next to him complaining to Mi Long about how the Japanese's light machine gun didn't work well.

There are now three crooked-arm machines, but there are not many bullets. Moreover, loading this kind of machine gun is extremely cumbersome. Every time, you have to open the pressure plate and press the bridge clamps with 5 rounds per plate in rows to supply ammunition.

It's a waste of time. It's very complicated. I don't know which designer with great imagination designed it.

The Type 92 heavy machine gun was not prepared to be carried. On the one hand, it was too heavy and required two or three soldiers to carry it, which was not conducive to jungle maneuvering. On the other hand, Liao Mingyu disliked its low firepower and slow rate of fire.

As a suppressive weapon, heavy machine guns must ensure the continuity of firepower, shooting speed and power. Moreover, the current mainstream heavy machine guns use ammunition belts to feed ammunition, but the little devil did the opposite and used ammunition learned from France.

This is also related to their national conditions. The lack of supplies destined them not to waste lavishly on weapons.

Like the Type 92 heavy machine gun, the crooked handle, etc., they all have to "feed" the gun by hitting it. They didn't consider the sustainability of the firepower at all. The top management asked them not to shoot randomly like Germany and the United States, but only in short bursts.

Embodying the essence of machine guns, accuracy is the primary criterion.

Anyway, saving bullets is described as fresh and refined, and stinginess is described as high-end.

The system upgrade was still going on for a while, so Liao Mingyu took advantage of this free moment to call Meng Fanglia into the room and help him reapply medicine and bandage.

Long Wenwen came in with a map at this time. Looking at Meng Fan, who was lying on the wooden board and grinning, he couldn't help but joked:

"Hey, sir, I see that you just called me a handsome and handsome person outside, but now you have turned into a sick cat."

"Young Master, I call those who understand current affairs a hero, capable of bending and stretching, unlike some people who pretend to be powerful..." Meng Fanlai retorted unhappily.

Long Wenwen was not angry. He opened the map with a smile and said to Liao Mingyu: "We have agreed to gather the strength of a regiment first. Then you will be the eldest brother and I will be the second brother."

"What do you mean, Tuan Zuo, what did you agree to this guy's request?" Meng Fanglia asked worriedly.

"What's the big brother and the second brother? The bandits are called the group leader!" Liao Mingyu said frankly: "I plan to gather all the defeated soldiers along the way to form an armed force, so that we can have the capital to confront the little devils head-on.

Otherwise, these few people will probably be killed before they reach the Nu River."

None of them were outsiders, so Liao Mingyu explained to Meng Fanglia.

"Yes, yes, sir." Long Wenwen chuckled, and then pointed to the important military location marked on the map: "Airport, ammunition depot, oil depot, field hospital, barracks, everything is available. Let's take our time.

Swallow them one by one."

"Is it possible? Those deserters won't listen to us for no reason, and the little devils are not easy to fight." Meng Fangli said worriedly. He didn't really believe Long Wenwen anyway.

"Why not? Living people should make noise, and living people should go to war!" Long Wenwen suddenly raised his voice and shouted at Meng Fan.

"How can I say that I have no clothes..."

"I share the same robe with you!" Liao Mingyu suddenly took over the second half of his sentence.

The two eyes met each other, and they saw determination and a hint of madness in each other's eyes.

Meng Fangla stared at the two people blankly. He felt that the two people actually had a similarity.

They are all madmen born for war.

"The system upgrade is completed, the war mall function is enabled, and the battlefield analysis system is enabled..."

"Excuse me, just take a rest here. Long Wenwen, you plan our next course of action. I'll go out to see the brothers."

Liao Mingyu made a random excuse, walked out of the wooden house, and came to a deserted corner.

"The war mall is open? What can I buy now?" Liao Mingyu asked eagerly.

"Items unlocked in the mall can be redeemed by the host with points. Unlocked items need to be unlocked with points or unlocked with mission rewards. The host can browse and view them by themselves," the system explained.

Liao Mingyu hurriedly checked in his mind. There are all kinds of weapons and equipment in the mall, but most of them are gray, showing that they are not unlocked. To unlock them, you need to spend a lot of points.

He saw an M16A4 rifle used by the U.S. military in later generations. It cost hundreds of thousands of points to unlock, and the price of redeeming a single unit was also horrifyingly expensive. This was probably an amount that he would never be able to collect in his lifetime, let alone other items.

More advanced weapons.

However, weapons closer to this era are relatively cheaper, such as the weapons currently unlocked:

For a Chinese-style rifle, 10 points can be exchanged for one.

Thompson submachine gun, 20 points

Sten submachine gun, 12 points

Lee Enfield Rifle No. 4, 15 points

Czech light machine gun, 20 points

German grenade 5 points

…

The prices of various bullets are not much different, about 10 points and 100 rounds.

"It's still not cheap. With the points I got from killing more than 100 Japanese, I can buy more than 1,000 bullets or 10 rifles??" Liao Mingyu couldn't help but feel ashamed. It was equivalent to killing 10 Japanese in exchange for a gun.

Only now did he realize how valuable the 5,000 points Xiaozui had contributed were.

"In this way, first exchange for 3,000 rounds of 7.92mm bullets, 5,000 rounds of .45 bullets, 100 rounds of 7.7mm bullets, and 100 grenades." Liao Mingyu gave the order.

"The exchange was successful and has been stored in the warehouse. The total cost is 1310 points and the remaining points are 3893."

It's not easy. This mall is not as easy to use as imagined. It is too difficult to simply pull out a large army with the strongest equipment.

There is still a long way to go, so let's stick to the original plan and take the route of elite troops first.

"Exchange for 2 more Czech light machine guns and 30 Thompson submachine guns."

"The redemption was successful, the total cost was 640 points, and the remaining points were 3253."

Nearly half of the points were spent in one go, and Liao Mingyu felt heartbroken. It is easy to spend money but hard to make money. Let’s just do this for now. I will make plans later when the team grows.

The shortcomings of the Sten submachine gun have gradually become apparent in the two battles just now. Sometimes a magazine gets jammed before it is fully discharged. The bolt needs to be pulled again to remove the jammed bullet in order to continue shooting. This is very difficult on the battlefield.

A fatal problem. Moreover, the penetrating power of 9mm pistol bullets is insufficient, especially in the jungle. It cannot penetrate even thicker trees.

So he planned to use Thomson Dai with more firepower and greater power.

Liao Mingyu walked to another cabin with a rifle, and there was an iron lock on the door.

The iron lock was smashed with the butt of a rifle, and there was a table, chairs, and some daily necessities inside. It looked like it was the warehouse office of the British army, and it was a suitable place to store ammunition and supplies.

After a while, Liao Mingyu strode out and shouted to Kang Ya and Snake Butt who were sitting on the sandbags smoking: "Kang Ya, bring someone over to take a look, I found something good!"

A group of people quickly ran over and looked inside. Everyone was pleasantly surprised.

"I'm just telling you, these English guys don't have any good stuff in their warehouses, so they're all hidden in this big little hut."

"Oh my god, they are all Thompson submachine guns! There are so many ammunitions, we are rich!" Kang Ya happily wanted to hug the snake's butt, but was kicked away by the latter.

"Stay away from me, I don't like men."
Chapter completed!