Zhang Zi cried so hard that even a person with a heartfelt heart would cry.

The other party was a soldier, and he had never cried even if he broke one arm. But at this time, when he saw the leader of his brother's troops, he could no longer suppress it.

Dragon Boat Festival held the bolt and gently patted his back to comfort the other party.

However, at this moment, Shuanzi, who had not spoken for a year and a half, made a sound again in tears: "Die,... are all dead, why is it the only one who is not dead,... why, why!"

The Dragon Boat Festival knew what Zhangzi wanted to express, and all members of the entire anti-Japanese brigade were killed, but Zhangzi survived by himself. The inner pain was unimaginable to ordinary people.

Perhaps death is terrible. But for those who have lost their loved ones or comrades, living is always more terrible than dying.

The hangzi is still strong, otherwise when encountering such a thing, many people will choose to commit suicide to escape the inner suffering.

Because although no one will blame him, he will blame himself in his heart.

His comrades were all sacrificed, so why could he still be alive? He should fight with his comrades until the last moment of his life.

Or maybe he would think, if he hadn't left Heiyun Ridge and had another comrade-in-arms delivering letters, would he be the one who would be alive?

Or, if you are stronger, will those comrades who follow you to deliver letters to survive?

Countless or, if, would not torture him in Zhangzi's mind all the time.

So at this time, the barb was still alive, but it was even more uncomfortable than death.

Dragon Boat Festival is a soldier, so you can naturally understand the bolt.

He patted the back of the bolt and said, "It's all over. We living people cannot always live in the past, but continue to fight."

Hearing this, Zhangzi suddenly let go of Dragon Boat Festival, stopped crying, and saluted again at Dragon Boat Festival: "The Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Forces, the First Anti-Japanese Brigade, and the Reconnaissance Company directly under the brigade headquarters - the company commander Wang Zhangzi, report to you and request to return to the team!"

The Dragon Boat Festival nodded. Although the barbarian lost one arm and was no longer suitable for joining the army, the Dragon Boat Festival still did not want to reject him.

He pulled out the mull gun from his waist and inserted it into the armed belt of the barb and said, "From now on, you are the Chunjiang Hao Guerrilla Brigade,..."

Speaking of this, Dragon Boat Festival paused because it was time to raise the banner of the Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Forces. A good guerrilla team in Chunjiang is no longer suitable for the current development.

So the Dragon Boat Festival immediately changed its words and said, "You are a member of the Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Forces and the First Anti-Japanese Brigade. I now appoint you as the company commander of the reconnaissance company directly under the team headquarters. Do you have any other requirements?"

"No!"

Lanzi answered loudly, his eyes full of excitement and gratitude.

Dragon Boat Festival patted Zhangzi's shoulder again and said, "Kill the Japanese more in the future and avenge their dead brothers."

"yes!"

Zhangzi shouted and then stood behind Dragon Boat Festival.

The sixth brother beside him sighed and said, "In the past year and a half, it's useless for brothers to say anything to Zhangzi, but you are here, just a few words. Zhangzi can not only speak, but also looks lively. That's you!"

Speaking of this, the sixth brother looked at Zhangzi again and said, "Who do you think he looks like?"

Zhangzi ran to the front of Dragon Boat Festival, looked carefully, but he didn't dare to recognize it, "It seems a bit like, like when our captain was in the militia, it was just a bit too serious."

However, at this moment, the sixth brother pulled out a black blade from the back of the Dragon Boat Festival and said leisurely: "You are dead, the sword technique!"

Zhang Zi was stunned for a moment, and then stuttered for a moment: "Team, captain?"

The Dragon Boat Festival did not explain it, but smiled.

But Zhangzi hugged Dragon Boat Festival again and shouted: "Captain, I miss you so much!"

At this moment, the sixth brother patted Zhangzi's shoulder and said, "Your captain doesn't remember what happened before."

"Oh, oh, as long as the captain is still alive, just be alive."

Zhang Zi wiped his tears again and stepped aside.

At this time, the sixth brother returned the Dragon Boat Festival knife to him, and then asked Xiang Zhangzi again, "Your captain's things didn't move, are they still in the original command center?"

Zhang Zi nodded violently and said, "I didn't move. I cleaned it every day, it was clean."

The sixth brother nodded and then led the way forward: "The soldier is a little clever and has made a lot of things himself. I will take you to see it later."

"Then the relationship is good!"

Dragon Boat Festival also wants to see what this legendary figure has left behind.

When I was young, I came to a very ordinary courtyard, with houses covered with adobe and thatch.

There are three main rooms. The barb came forward and opened the door, but they saw that both the yard and the main hall were spotless, just as if there were still people living here.

When you enter the main hall, there is a room in the east and west. The one on the east side is larger, which looks like a conference room. The one on the west side is slightly smaller, which should be Qi Dabing's residence.

At this time, Qi Dabing's residence looked a bit messy. The seats were filled with maps and information, and there were models of homemade weapons on the cabinet.

When I saw one of the models on the Dragon Boat Festival, I was very surprised because it turned out to be a submachine gun modified from the Japanese Type 38 rifle.

Dragon Boat Festival asked: "Can I try this gun?"

Brother Six said: "Of course!"

Dragon Boat Festival picked up the gun and turned off the magazine, but found that there were no bullets inside.

Zhang Zi quickly opened the cabinet beside him and took out the entire box of bullets from it.

The Japanese Type 38 rifle bullets were used. The modified part was that the barrel of the Type 38 rifle was cut off, and the wooden stock was cut off. Then, the automatic ammunition supply clip was installed on the side of the Type 38 rifle, and the explosion-changed rear cabin.

This is somewhat similar to the British Stein submachine gun.

If it weren't for its caliber of 6.5mm, I'm afraid Dragon Boat Festival really thought it was the Stein submachine gun.

At this time, the sixth brother joked: "There was a British man who came before when we were interviewing our army. After seeing this gun, he kept saying that this was the best gun he had ever seen."

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The Dragon Boat Festival was speechless and thought to himself: "Is it because the British Stein submachine gun was inspired by this gun?"

The Dragon Boat Festival is unbelievable that the famous Stein submachine gun actually plagiarized China.

But this gun brought new ideas to Dragon Boat Festival. It is better to make your own weapons and equipment than to buy other people's weapons and equipment blindly.

If he can mass-produce weapons, would he still have to worry about not having weapons and equipment?

Thinking of this, there were 32 bullets pressed in the Dragon Boat Festival magazine.

But at this time, Zhang Zi reminded: "Captain, this gun can only suppress 28 bullets, otherwise it will easily get stuck."

The Dragon Boat Festival is a second to know that the magazine was designed to be 32 rounds, but due to the design of spring pressure, the last few bullets will not be pushed directly into the magazine compartment, which will cause the shell to get stuck.

This shortcoming cannot be solved even by industrialized countries like Germany, let alone such a remote mountain village.

But at this moment, a problem suddenly appeared on Dragon Boat Festival. According to the descriptions of Zhangzi and Liu Ge, Qi Dabing should be a native of this place, right? How did he think of the magical Japanese style 38 rifle?
Chapter completed!