In the evening, a light mist had risen in the area of the abundant Fumohama, and the withered yellow reeds were undulating in the wind, and if there was no distant rumbling of cannons, it would have been a quiet and peaceful evening. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Damn, how much ammunition is this, Lao Tzu has made a fortune." The old smoker looked at the piles of weapons and ammunition like a hill, and his wrinkled face was like a blooming flower, and his eyes were almost smiling.

Immediately, as if he had seen the landlord of Jinshan and Yinshan, he couldn't wait to pounce on it, rubbing his hands with yellow, orange and orange bullets, polished guns, and bundles of grenades......

Yang Ling only told him that he could get ammunition, but the old smoking gun didn't expect Yang Ling to move an entire arsenal for them, and the remnants of the supplementary company looked at the mountains of weapons and ammunition, and the saliva in their mouths was about to flow out.

Fighting is ammunition, but in the face of the devil's attack, most of the Chinese soldiers only have a few grenades and five bullets in their hands, and every fierce battle will evolve into a white-knuckle battle in the end, not that they are willing to fight a white-knuckle battle, but they don't have enough ammunition to compete with the devil, they hate it in their hearts, but they are helpless.

Now seeing so much ammunition, the remnants of these supplementary companies are like poor jingle beggars who have suddenly become nouveau riche worth millions, they can hardly calm their excitement, it is so refreshing, they can finally fight devils unscrupulously.

Platoon Commander Luo Dayong's eyes were firmly fixed on the two Czech light machine guns, he had already made up his mind that he must get one of them, little devil, wait, grandpa will feed you the guns at that time.

All the remnants of the soldiers are happy, but no one in the 61st Division and many companies of the 81st Division next to them are happy at the moment, they have regretted it at the moment, why do they want to compare their marksmanship with that person with perverted marksmanship, this is not asking for hardship, but now it is useless to regret it, and the weapons and ammunition are lost.

In the 61st and 81st Divisions, there are still many people with good marksmanship, and most of these people with good marksmanship are veterans who have fought in old battles, and many of them are still people who have been on the battlefield since the Great War in the Central Plains.

But Yang Ling knew that although these people were experienced and had good marksmanship, the only drawback was that they all had a trace of arrogance, thinking that Lao Tzu was the best in the world, and no one looked down on them.

And Yang Ling picks these veterans to challenge, and they don't do anything, just the most arrogant thing than them, that is, marksmanship, these veterans naturally will not lose face, and what the soldiers naturally care about is a problem of face, so in the face of Yang Ling's challenge and bet, they can't refuse.

Yang Ling just competed all the way, and winning weapons and ammunition was enough to make the replenishment company suddenly become a landlord's old wealth, and with Yang Ling, a sharpshooter who suddenly appeared, became famous.

Before arriving at the battlefield, the veteran who needed to hold his own marksmanship did not wait for Yang Ling to come to the door, so he took the initiative to come to the competition, but naturally he still lost, and Yang Ling won more and more ammunition in his hand, so that now it is like a hill.

However, Yang Ling is also very measured, that is, he will show mercy every time he competes, and stop in time after winning dozens of bullets and some grenades.

He didn't want to bulge with his own pockets, and let the rest of the friendly troops fight with the devils with burning sticks, which would be contrary to his original intention, so he left every time he won a little, but he couldn't stand the company, so it added up, and their current ammunition was also quite objective.

Although Yang Ling won enough ammunition, he had broken his promise to get some soldiers to come over to replenish the company, and he originally planned to recruit some blood warriors to join the company among the soldiers who had retreated.

But when he saw the exhausted and scarred soldiers who had retreated from the front line, he really couldn't bear to coax them over and continue to fight brutally, and he had no right to let them continue to die.

So he came back empty-handed, anyway, now that he has so much ammunition, he can also make up for the lack of their replenishment of the company to a certain extent.

He didn't care that Yang Ling didn't get back the soldiers, in fact, he didn't believe that Yang Ling could get back the soldiers and ammunition from the beginning, but now that he got so much ammunition back, it was an unexpected joy, how could he blame Yang Ling.

The old cigarette gun happily took back his reluctant gaze from the weapons and ammunition, turned his head and saw Yang Ling standing with a straight body, and his heart was already happy, Lao Tzu really picked up a treasure this time, and it was really not a loss to spend five oceans to go to the battalion commander to get Yang Ling a company deputy position.

"What, Brother Yang, I thank you on behalf of the supplementary company." The old cigarette gun's mouth squirmed for a long time before these words popped out.

Yang Ling smiled: "Brother Zhou, we don't have to say thank you, they are all brothers who eat in a pot, what are you doing so politely." ”

When the old smoker heard Yang Ling say this, he also felt that he was hypocritical.

With so much ammunition, the old smoking gun suddenly felt that he was much more confident: "Damn, let's come over and gather for Lao Tzu to get ammunition." ”

The remnants of the soldiers have long coveted these ammunition, the so-called skills are not pressing, in this battlefield guns and bullets are their second life, no one is too much, they are full of excitement around to get ammunition.

"I want a machine gun!"

"Give me a grenade, and I'll blow up the little devil when the time comes."

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The remnants of the soldiers were like hungry wolves, their whole bodies were full of ammunition, and their pockets were full of yellow, orange and orange bullets, and now they felt that with so much ammunition around them, they were full of a sense of anticipation for the upcoming battle, and wanted to beat the little devil hard.

Although the remnants of the soldiers are trying their best to get enough ammunition, there is still a lot left on the ground, and the old smoking gun is in trouble, what should be done?

They used to worry about the lack of ammunition, but now they are worried about too much ammunition, and they are used to carrying all the ammunition on their bodies, and they don't know what to do for a while.

"Find a place to store the remaining ammunition and keep it out of moisture as a supplement for consumption." Yang Ling knew that there was a fight in this battle, and it was always right to store more ammunition.

"Luo Dayong, you take two people, move the remaining ammunition over there and hide it, and cover it with a cloth." The old smoking gun slapped his head when he heard Yang Ling's words, he used to be short of ammunition before, and he was used to saving it, but now he forgot that he could store it, and immediately recruited Luo Dayong to take it to the back to hide.