"We don't know either. We just saw that the box was beautiful, so we took it out alone." Mahan put the box on the table honestly.
Ding Wei turned his attention to the wooden box, which was engraved with exquisite chrysanthemum patterns and stained with dark red blood.
chrysanthemum?
The devil’s royal family?
Ding Wei's heart moved and he opened the wooden box directly.
Lying quietly inside the box is a unique-looking rifle with a scope on it.
The shape of the gun body is very exquisite, with chrysanthemum dark patterns engraved on it, and the overall look is very gorgeous.
Seeing this gun, Ding Wei couldn't help but laugh.
Isn't this the Type 97 sniper rifle?
It is an improved version of the 38mm gun. This gun was very famous on the battlefield, but in another war.
Although this gun has two advantages, one is that when it is fired, the gunfire is very concealed and will not be discovered by the enemy, even at night.
The other is that the ballistic trajectory is low, deep and stable, with strong penetrating power.
But this still cannot hide the fact that it is garbage, and the biggest reason is that its quality is so poor.
Ding Wei picked it up and played with it twice, only to find that the Type 97 was of very good quality and was equipped with a 4x optical sight.
As a gun expert, Ding Wei knew just by the sound that this gun was definitely made of fine steel, and the butt also had a light woody aroma.
There is also a golden chrysanthemum painted on the butt of the gun, and a line of small words below, dedicated to the eternal warrior of the empire, Hayabusa Takakura.
Takakura Hayabusa?
Who is he?
Can the little devil royal family customize a gun specially for him?
"Captain, what kind of gun is this?" Mahan asked curiously.
"Type 97 sniper rifle, an industrial waste made by little devils." Ding Wei simply commented: "The upgraded version of the 38-gauge gun has many problems, but it is barely usable."
After a pause, Ding Wei asked again: "Where did you find this gun?"
Ma Han curled his lips: "From a Japanese soldier, I saw that he was holding the box tightly, thinking it was some kind of treasure.
Commander, you don’t have any guns, so I might as well give you this gun.”
Ding Wei wanted to refuse, but now he had no useful gun, so he nodded and agreed.
After Ma Han figured out the origin of this gun, he immediately lost interest in it: "Captain, there's nothing wrong, I'll leave first?"
"Let's go!" Ding Wei waved his hand casually, and his eyes suddenly fell on Mahan's waist: "Wait!"
Ma Han was a little confused, turned around and said: "Captain, do you have any other instructions?"
"What's hanging on your waist?" Ding Wei frowned and looked at Mahan's bulging waist.
Upon hearing this, Ma Han honestly took out the pistol from his waist and said with a smile: "Nothing, I just seized a pistol from the Japanese."
Ding Wei took one look at it and immediately lost interest in it.
It’s actually a southern-style pistol that’s even trashier than the 97 sniper rifle…
Out of good intentions, Ding Wei reminded Ma Han: "Xiao Ma, I suggest you better use your shell gun."
"Why?" Mahan was puzzled.
Ding Wei thought for a moment and then said: "There was once a Japanese who wanted to use it to commit suicide, but ended up using it to shoot himself in the head seven times..."
"Then what?" Mahan asked blankly.
"The first six shots missed, and the last shot killed a passing sparrow." Ding Wei stood up, patted Mahan, and said sympathetically.
"Ah?" Seeing that Ding Wei didn't seem to be joking, Ma Han said with some fear: "Captain, please don't scare me."
Ding Wei did not answer and said: "Let the soldiers have a good rest. I have important arrangements for tomorrow."
"Yes! Captain!" Mahan stood up and ran down immediately.
Ding Wei led his troops to rob a transport brigade. It was great, but the issue of how to deal with the Japanese after they discovered it should also be considered.
The Japanese transport brigade is usually within the division establishment,
The Japs had very few trucks to begin with, especially since this time they not only robbed the truck, but also robbed a large amount of supplies from the Japs.
Especially since the Japanese have prepared so much supplies, they must have taken action recently.
Ding Wei knew that once this matter was exposed, it would definitely anger the little devils completely, let alone that they would take over the Huzhuang stronghold again.
The 28th Regiment had less than 1,000 men and no heavy firepower. The few mortars and grenade launchers were not enough to fit one heavy artillery piece into the gap.
Ding Wei didn't want his hard-earned fortune to be burned down.
Therefore, Ding Wei planned to complete the reorganization of the team as soon as possible while the little devil was kept in the dark, so that the 28th Regiment would move closer to regularity and no longer be such a wild unit.
As for Sunjia Village, there is no way to stay there in a short time. The more than 100 trucks, mules and carriages must be dealt with as soon as possible.
Through many contacts between the Japs in the county town, Ding Wei also figured out that the transport team they ambushed was to deliver supplies to the Japs in Anwu City.
Anwucheng.
Ding Wei calculated the distance.
No matter how fast the Japanese transport team was, it would still take three days to reach Anwu City, and there would only be three days until the next defense change at the Huzhuang stronghold.
In other words, Ding Wei still has three days.
He must complete the reorganization of the troops and get rid of these irritating trucks and mule carriages within three days.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hide these things after three days.
"Being too rich is not a good thing." Ding Wei shook his head with a headache: "Not only must we build the family business, but we must also find ways to protect it."
The next day.
A new day starts with canned beef.
After the soldiers finished breakfast, they gathered together in the playground. Looking at Ding Wei in front of them, the eyes of the soldiers were full of enthusiasm.
Yesterday, Ding Wei led them in a wonderful ambush and seized a large amount of equipment and materials, which is more useful than any chicken blood attack.
Seeing Ding Wei gathering his troops again, they thought they had a new mission.
"Comrades, I won't say any more nonsense." Ding Wei said solemnly: "In order to better prepare for the coming battle, I plan to reorganize our regiment today."
"The whole group currently has 900 people. Excluding non-combatants, the total number of people in the group is 870." Ding Wei said solemnly.
The words just fell.
A shout appeared in the queue: "Captain! How come the cooking team is not considered a combatant!"
"That's it! Commander! Although we are medical soldiers! But we also dare to fight the Japanese." Another voice sounded from the team.
"We can also kill Japanese, so why should we be non-combatants! I don't accept it!"
"Captain! Are you saying that you don't want us anymore?"
Immediately afterwards.
Voices rang out one after another in the crowd, and those shouting were all soldiers whom Ding Wei called non-combatants.
They were very dissatisfied with the title of non-combatant.
Ding Wei also didn't expect that a simple sentence would cause such a big reaction among the soldiers.
"Stop arguing and listen to me!" Ding Wei stretched out his hand to signal for silence.