"Commander, why are we borrowing bullets, and why are we borrowing so much?"

"Moreover, with so many mortars and mortar shells mortgaged"

On the way back from the brigade headquarters, looking at several carts full of guns and ammunition behind him, Shen Quan, commander of the first battalion of the Independent Regiment, was puzzled.

This is the brigade headquarters, not a devil or a puppet army.

I borrowed it and I have to pay it back!

Not well, even the mortar shells and mortars that are mortgaged will be deducted or swallowed in one gulp.

Besides, is there a shortage of ammunition in the regiment now?

There are 500,000 rounds of ammunition in the warehouse of the regiment headquarters on the left side of Yang Village, and there are more than 900 people in the whole regiment, with an average of more than 500 per capita.

The commandos only took 150,000 rounds, and the remaining 350,000 rounds were enough.

Anyway, after the mission, all the ammo can be reimbursed.

"Stupid!"

Riding on the horse, looking at Shen Quan, who couldn't figure it out, Li Yunlong had a feeling that rotten wood could not be carved.

Is this really a reader?

I'm afraid that my head will be stupid when I read it.

Look at the new political commissar Zhao Gang, who is also a scholar, and the chicken thief, the labor-management assault mission is so hidden, and he found the problem, investigated everywhere to confirm it, and sent guards to follow.

Shaking his head, Li Yunlong explained: "The ammunition consumed by our regiment this time can be reimbursed."

"That is to say, during this mission, no matter how many bullets our regiment consumes, after the mission is over, my brother Chen Fan will give me all the replenishment, the opportunity is rare, I have to make good use of it, my brother is not so generous every time"

"However, we have enough bullets, and any more is a waste, not necessary, and it also consumes barrel rifling."

Shen Quan still couldn't figure it out.

It's not about fighting a war with more bullets, the better, unless you don't care about anything, you just shoot indiscriminately...

Even if each squad is fully equipped with machine guns, two people and one piece, the ammunition consumption is only that number, and the shooting always has to be aimed and then hit, and the battlefield is more mobile, and the shooting is at the interval of maneuver...

Now, excluding the commandos, there are only 800 people in the whole regiment, and the remaining 350,000 rounds of ammunition, as well as mortars and grenades, are enough to fight.

"Do all the bullets have to be used for war?"

"The machine gunner, the sharpshooter are fed with bullets!"

"Now that it's such a good opportunity, it's natural to have a few live-fire trainings to improve the shooting skills of the soldiers in the regiment, you are also a scholar, why are your brains so stupid?"

The corners of Li Yunlong's eyes twitched, but he understood why Shen Quan hadn't thought it through until now.

It's all to blame for the poor troops before!

In the past wars, the most emphasized was the discipline of shooting, bullets must not be wasted, and if waste is found, punishment will be imposed...

This saving is engraved in the bones.

"Ah, yes, training, live-fire training"

Shen Quan suddenly realized, patted his thigh and exclaimed in surprise: "With enough bullets for live-fire training, the shooting level of the soldiers in our regiment can at least rise several steps."

"This bullet consumption can be counted in the consumption of this mission, and it can be reimbursed later."

"Why didn't I think of that?"

"Hahaha, in the future, let the brain be smart, don't be stubborn, just know how to obey orders..."

Li Yunlong smiled proudly: "When I return to the independent regiment, I will quickly arrange for someone to distribute the bullets, and then hurry up and go to the new regiment to borrow bullets together, where is Ding Wei's old boy still have hundreds of thousands of bullets, this time bring a few more carriages"

"Okay, head of the regiment" Shen Quan smiled a little silly.

"You kid be vigilant, Zhang Dabiao is aiming at your first battalion position?" Li Yunlong said suddenly.

"Huh?" Shen Quan was stunned.

Zhang Dabiao wants to be the commander of his first battalion?

"In the future, the second battalion will be built, and Zhang Dabiao suggested that a big competition of the whole regiment should be held, and the winner would be the first battalion, the second battalion would be called the second battalion, and the third battalion would be called the end one, and the name of each battalion would be based on the ability of the platoon."

Li Yunlong smiled:

"I think it's a good idea"

"He's dreaming, a battalion is mine..." Shen Quan narrowed his eyes.

······

"Borrow bullets?"

"Borrow 150,000 rounds of ammunition, mortgage with 1,000 mortar shells and two mortars?"

Ding Wei touched his chin, squinted his eyes, and repeated in a puzzled tone.

"Right"

Li Yunlong nodded and continued:

"Hey, the independent regiment is a mess, the poor one, I'm about to go to be a pants, I need to use bullets urgently, and the independent regiment doesn't have a single one, there's no way, so I'll ask my brother to borrow some, of course, I will definitely pay it back"

"In less than twenty days, I will be able to give your brother back all the amount, not a single grain will be missing, and the quality will definitely not be the same, and I will pay you a hundred mortar shells afterwards, how about it?"

After speaking, Grand Master Li looked at Ding Wei with a smile.

"Our brothers have been in love for so many years, of course it's no problem for you to borrow bullets"

"However, you have to be specific about the purpose, I can't borrow it so vaguely."

Ding Wei turned the earthen porcelain teacup in his hand, and his eyes were also rolling slightly: "You guys have to use so many bullets in one group?" Even if they are as rich as devils, they have a thousand-strong brigade, and the ammunition base for a battle is only 100,000 rounds."

"You borrowed 150,000 rounds of ammunition, and we exceeded the ammunition base of one of our brigades in one battle."

After speaking, Ding Wei stared at Li Yunlong with his eyes, as if he wanted to see Grand Master Li's thoughts.

Can you get a thousand fucking mortar shells and two mortars, and you can't get bullets?

By whom?

You definitely don't know what business you're preparing for this shitty day, and you don't even call me if you have a fucking business...

"Hey..."

Faced with Ding Wei's suspicions, Li Yunlong first let out a long sigh: "You also know that the Independent Regiment was attacked by a group of elite small units of devils before, I went to the Independent Regiment to take a look, don't say it, this group of devils is really powerful."

"Twenty meters high, a cliff that has been cut and beaten, and the old hunters can't climb up, this group of devils climbed up with a few claws and nail ropes, and they are still carrying a piece of equipment."

So powerful?···· Ding Wei squinted his eyes, suddenly became interested, put down the teacup in his hand, and listened carefully.

"There are only more than 30 devils fighting with the independent regiment, but this group of devils has a submachine gun, all of them are melon grenades, and even the steel helmets are specially made, and they are all equipped with body armor."

"The most terrifying thing is that almost all of these devils are well-trained sharpshooters, and almost all the soldiers who died in the independent regiment were shot in the head or chest, and they have also undergone special night combat melee training, and their reactions are faster than ordinary people,"

"Awesome!"

Ding Wei's pupils shrank.

A master of concealed marching in the mountains, a submachine gun in each hand, extraordinary shooting skills, and a master of melee night combat·····

Although there are not many people, even if it is a new group, it is enough to be touched by this group of devils behind the position...

"In this battle, the independent regiment fought really badly, with more than 200 people sacrificed, more than 100 people injured, heavy losses, and the most troublesome thing is that after seeing this group of devils, the morale of the regiment has a big problem"

"I suffered from a phobia of firepower, and I was scared by the powerful and precise firepower of the little devils"

"I came to borrow bullets to boost the morale of the troops"

"Let the fighters of the independent regiment see a large number of weapons and ammunition, see the world, and alleviate their fear of devil firepower"

Grand Master Li is completely in love with the word firephobia, and he shows it off when he is used by others, and he shamelessly says that it is his own original.

"Firephobia? This word is very apt, when did you kid become so cultured" Ding Wei raised his eyebrows.

Li Yunlong replied with a blushing face: "In the past few years, the cultural training of the army has not been learned in vain, and we still have a lot of ink in our brains."

"Hahaha..." Ding Wei laughed: "Okay, I'll arrange it right away, and I'll give you all the 150,000 rounds of ammunition in half an hour."

"Haha, thank you so much brother" Li Yunlong also responded with a smile.

Half an hour later, watching Li Yunlong and the others leave with 150,000 rounds of ammunition, Ding Wei's eyes flashed, and he said to the commander of the new battalion beside him: "Send someone to the brigade headquarters to inquire about the news of the independent regiment, recently the independent regiment has gone to a new political commissar, and if there is a military operation, it will definitely be reported to the brigade headquarters."

The new commander of the first battalion of the new regiment is named Chenghe, who is his old subordinate, and he has just been transferred not long ago.

"Okay"

Chenghe has a quiet personality and is serious in his work.

"Hmph, borrow a weapon to let the soldiers suffering from firephobia see the world, hehe, to put it mildly" Ding Wei sneered: "After knowing each other for so many years, do you think the labor and management association will believe?" ”

The battalion commander on the side was quiet, just looking at his regiment commander suspiciously.

"This kid must be preparing to do something, and it should be a profitable business"

With more than ten years of friendship, Ding Wei's words were categorical, and then he shook his head and said in a regretful tone: "It's a pity, a hundred 60 mortar shells, I can only drink a little soup."