Chapter 135 Without ammunition, any gun is useless
Author: little instructor
Chapter 135 Without ammunition, any gun is useless
Zhou Weiguo heard the shouts and curses clearly.
Turning his head to look at the approaching colonel, Zhou Weiguo twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and picked up two rifles from the ground, took the bayonets directly and held them in his hands.
The rifle is really uncomfortable in my hands. For close combat, something like a bayonet is more convenient.
"Leave that colonel to me, I will kill him myself." Zhou Weiguo stopped Hu Yong and Jiang Yue who were about to step forward. He stabbed the Japanese soldier who blocked him like a god of murder all the way to the ground and collided with Matsui.
Together.
The two men, eyes wide with anger, did not say a word, but each held their own weapons and started fighting hand to hand.
Zhou Weiguo, who was already at the sixth level of swordsmanship, had a certain understanding of the fighting style of this samurai who only had a superficial understanding of it. He dodged Matsui's attack sideways, and the moment he passed by the side, the bayonet in his hand slightly changed.
Matsui passed by.
Matsui screamed in pain, and the blood seeping out of his legs made him tremble slightly. Zhou Weiguo, who narrowed his eyes, sneered, "Who gave you the courage? You are very brave. You want to go deep into two squadrons alone."
, do you really think that no one can deal with you?"
The Kyoto accent made Matsui's eyes widen. He looked at Zhou Weiguo with a look of contempt and tilted his head slightly, "Are you a traitor to the empire?"
"Fart, who is your person? I just learned from you. No, if I didn't want to get rid of some outstanding people from your side, I wouldn't look down on your stuff at all."
It is already a heinous crime to not uphold the spirit of Bushido, but the man in front of me actually speaks arrogantly and looks down on the empire.
Matsui's face became gloomy because of anger, and the gloom turned into anger. Looking at Xiao Xiao opposite him, Matsui Ji picked up the command knife and raised it slightly close to his cheek before shouting: "I'll kill you."
"Suffer death." Zhou Weiguo also yelled angrily at the same time, blocking Matsui's command knife with the bayonet of his right hand, and then stabbed Matsui's abdomen with the bayonet of his left hand and twisted it around, twisting a big hole in his stomach, and then raised his foot to kill Matsui.
Kicked to the ground.
Matsui wanted to get up, but the severe pain made him struggle twice, and finally he could only give up and hold on to the soil on the ground.
Looking at the man getting closer and closer in front of him, Matsui's hand moved slightly to his waist. This allowed Zhou Weiguo to see clearly and he took out his pistol and shot him through the head. He hummed, "You still have the nerve to say I won't tell you."
Bushido, aren't you ready to draw your gun?"
With a large number of people and no respect for military ethics, the Japanese army turned off the insurance before the assassination attempt, which made them suffer even more.
The spy battalion fought more and more fiercely, and the Japanese troops lost their confidence and were finally surrounded.
After bursts of screams, the last Japanese soldier on position 147 also fell to the ground.
Zhou Weiguo glanced at the corpses on the ground, sighed and returned to Matsui, tore off the command sword and military rank, and asked Hu Yong to collect the remaining Japanese officer ranks and command swords.
He wanted to take these things to the bunker and hand them over to Commander Wang.
Since he couldn't take it away alone, Zhou Weiguo asked Jiang Yue to help him go with him. Holding the command knife, he looked at Hu Yong and said, "Let the soldiers clean the battlefield. Except for grenades, mortars, medicine, food, and raincoats, you don't need anything else."
Don't want the rest. Jiang Yue, who followed Zhou Weiguo and held a few purple-tipped command knives, approached Zhou Weiguo and stretched out his hand to point to the 38 rifles scattered on the ground. "Don't we want this too? This is a good thing."
Hu Yong squatted on the ground and picked up a rifle; "Yes, battalion commander, this gun is a good thing, why don't we want it."
Why do you want to use it? The 38 rifle is indeed good, but the problem is, where can I replenish the ammunition? There is no ammunition here. Do you want to seize it from the Japanese army? The ammunition of the Japanese army is so easy to seize. Who loves it?
Anyone who wants it can come and get it. Once the bullets are gone, use the fire stick.
"You are stupid. When you run out of bullets, do you want me to replenish them, or do the military department replenish them for me?" Zhou Weiguo looked at Hu Yong and asked with pity on his face.
If there were replenishment of ammunition, he wished that the entire battalion would be replaced with 38 rifles, but the problem was that there was no place to replenish ammunition, so he couldn't keep snatching it from the Japanese army.
If it was so easy to rob, the Japanese army could have been causing trouble here for eight years. Isn't this nonsense?
Ammunition cannot be replenished, and good firearms will become fire sticks. Although the medium and formal rifles used by my troops have short barrels, they have long bayonets. They do not suffer when stabbing. The training intensity of the soldiers who suffer is too poor.
The 38-meter rifle has a long range and high accuracy, which is indeed conducive to shooting. However, for soldiers who generally have poor shooting accuracy and may not be able to hit the target fifty meters away, this 38-meter rifle has or does not have,
It's completely useless. The Red Party does like the 38 rifle, but that's what they really want.
They could not get any supplements, so they could only plunder them from the Japanese army. Sometimes they had to lose several lives just for a little ammunition.
"Hurry up and clean the battlefield." Seeing a few people bowing their heads in silence, Zhou Weiguo thought for a while and looked at the 38 covers on the ground; "Then pick up fifty rifles. Each rifle is equipped with fifty bullets and entrust it to me.
Secret Service Battalion Shooting High Soldiers.”
Hu Yong, who had a look of reluctance, could only nod helplessly when he heard what Zhou Weiguo said, "Okay, battalion commander, I'll go right away."
After watching Hu Yong go away, Zhou Weiguo glanced at Jiang Yue beside him. The two of them came to the bunker one after another holding the command knife and military rank.
Commander Wang was still there and saw the two people coming in holding command knives in their hands.
Although he had long known that the Japanese troops at Position 147 would not be able to escape with such an attack method, the moment these things were actually brought in, Commander Wang stood up happily and pointed at the command knife and military rank that had been put down in front of the desk.
"Good fellow, there is a colonel, a major, two lieutenants, and three second lieutenants. You showed military might in this battle." Commander Wang took out a command knife and watched carefully.
Zhou Weiguo smiled and pointed at the command knife; "Senior is joking. If the senior's troops hadn't beaten them half to death in advance, I wouldn't have been able to kill them in one battle."
Not wanting to be arrogant, Commander Wang nodded satisfied with this point; "Very good, your troops will be stationed at position 147 for the time being, guarding our division's position from the side."
Zhou Weiguo saluted and said, "Senior, don't worry, our special agent battalion will be like a nail, stuck firmly in position 147, so that the Japanese army will not dare to take a step further."
Commander Wang naturally nodded in belief and waved slightly, and the guards who came with him took away the command sword and military rank.
When he reached the door, he thought of something and looked back at Zhou Weiguo and Jiang Yue who were still standing there; "I'll go and ask for credit from you."
