"Twenty rings of German barge guns,"

"Two shots!"

Inserting the two twenty-round shell guns with magazines in his hand, one left and one right, into his waist, the monk muttered to himself.

Monk Wei, who is as strong as a bison and has strong arms, can play the effect of ordinary people using the butt of a wooden box even if he has a single gun with one hand, so he did not carry the huge gun box of the barge gun, but directly inserted it into his waist.

After all, the increase in the accuracy of shooting from the wooden box butt is essentially a fulcrum against recoil, and since the muzzle beat and the recoil of the shot are completely suppressed with one hand, the butt is naturally dispensable.

And this has the added advantage that the gun can be drawn much faster than a wooden box, and it can also reduce the load.

"Kowloon Belt,"

"Nine full magazines!"

Then, Monk Wei tied the carrying gear with nine spare magazines of twenty rounds, commonly known as the Nine Dragons Belt, around his waist.

Nine magazines, each containing twenty rounds of ammunition, plus one hundred loose rounds of ammunition in the lower row of magazines, for a total of 280 rounds, is generally enough for one battle.

"One hundred and eighty rounds of ammunition are in reserve, and one hundred rounds of loose ammunition are a bit less."

After pondering for a moment and recalling the experience of killing devils in Shuangfeng Town last time, Monk Wei felt that two hundred and eighty rounds of ammunition were not enjoyable and insufficient.

After all, this time I went to attack a town around Shou County, and it is said that there are more than 100 second devils and bandit bullies in the target area.

The bullets of the barge gun are far less powerful than the rifle, and it is a bit nonsense to kill an enemy with one bullet, and it takes at least three bullets to kill an enemy, so it must start with at least three hundred rounds.

So, Monk Wei, took out another nine-dragon belt and tied it to his chest, this nine-dragon belt was still filled with nine magazines full of bullets, but there were no bulk bullets.

"Hey, hey..."

Patting the two rows of magazines in his chest, Monk Wei grinned with white teeth.

Eighteen magazines, three hundred and sixty rounds of magazine spare ammunition, plus one hundred rounds of bulk ammunition, and forty rounds of ammunition in the gun, against more than a hundred two devils, it is almost enough.

Before going out, Monk Wei also fished out a white ash rod red tassel gun and carried it on his shoulder.

"Monk, you are..."

At the door, looking at Monk Wei dressed up, Zhao Gang was stunned.

There are two rows of nine dragon belts in the chest, two 20-ring German barge guns on his waist, and a red tassel gun on his shoulder.

Give Zhao Gang an indescribable feeling...

I really want to comment, but for a while I find an adjective that is not suitable.

"Political commissar, isn't this going to fight the second devil? It's always good to have more weapons on hand. ”

The monk smiled, and raised the red tassel gun on his shoulder in his hand: "This red tassel gun and the devil's bayonet are definitely one shot and one heart-chilling." ”

"You have two German twenty rings, two fully loaded nine dragon belts, plus our reinforced second battalion and 400 artillery companies, and you have to fight with the devils with bayonets, unless all the devils in Shou County are hidden in Liujiazhuang."

Zhao Gang rolled his eyes.

He repeatedly emphasized that he tried to avoid white-knuckle battles as much as possible, the casualties of white-knuckle battles were too large, there was no way before, the lack of bullet firepower output was scarce, and he could only fight bayonets with devils, but now that the bullets are enough, why do these people want to fight bayonets with devils?

Isn't it clean and easy to shoot the devil in the head with one shot?

"Don't you bring a gun case?"

Zhao Gang looked at Monk Wei and asked subconsciously when he saw that Monk Wei was not carrying a gun box.

The barge gun does not come with a gun box, and it always feels like something is missing...

"I don't need that, the shell gun can hold it down with one hand."

The monk changed his shoulder to carry the red tassel gun, took out a gun with one hand and turned around, and played a gun flower: "Political Commissar Zhao, this gun is very light." ”

This monk's strength is getting bigger and bigger...

It's a lot stronger than when I first met it...

Looking at the monk as if playing a fancy trick around the gun, as well as the strong muscles all over his body, the corners of Zhao Gang's mouth twitched and did not speak.

The shell gun weighs more than a kilogram, and after adding a magazine full of 20 bullets, it is almost more than three catties.

The two walked towards Yang Village, during which the monk took the initiative to stir up the topic:

"Political commissar, you have a lot of knowledge, I heard that Yan Laoxi has a large-caliber pistol, it seems to be called an eleven-caliber pistol, which is much more powerful than this barge gun, is there such a thing?"

Inserting the shell gun in his hand back into his waist, the monk asked curiously.

After a period of exercise, eating and drinking well in the independent group, the monk found that the barge gun was a little lacking.

Especially after exercising hard recently, the monk's feeling is even more obvious.

The 7.62 caliber Mauser pistol bullet is a little less powerful, far less than a rifle bullet, sometimes it can only pierce one hole in the devil's body, unless it is in a fatal position, otherwise it has to be replenished a few shots.

But he didn't want to switch to machine guns or rifles, so he wanted to make a more powerful pistol.

It's best to have a powerful pistol, the kind that can be broken with a single shot even if you hit the hands and feet.

That gun should be very exciting...

Even if you can't die, you can make the enemy lose your ability to resist with one shot, and it won't be like a shell gun, after a bad luck shot hits your hands and feet, the devil can continue to jump around.

I have to repair the gun, it's very troublesome...

The fighter plane on the battlefield is fleeting, give the devil a shot, and your teammates may rob the heads of other devils!

With this thought in mind, the monk recalled one thing, he had heard it when he was in the Central Army before, and there was a pistol in the army that was more powerful than the barge gun...

"There is this kind of gun, made in the United States, called the Colt 0.45 caliber pistol."

As a college student, or a college student who has studied at Kang University, Zhao Gang naturally has a lot of treasures about various popular guns in China, but in the face of monks, he did not say the English abbreviation.

"The eleven you hear should be the caliber of this gun."

"This gun uses an 11.43 mm bullet, which is indeed much larger than the shell gun, after all, the bullet caliber is larger than the shell gun, and the stagnation effect is strong, but this bullet is a subsonic bullet, and the penetration is worse than the shell gun bullet."

"Moreover, there are very few such guns in our troops, and it is difficult to replenish bullets."

"Poor penetration?"

"Bullets are hard to replenish?"

Muttering, the monk suddenly felt a little lacking in interest.

The penetration is poor and acceptable, just one shot can kill and maim the devil, but the bullet is difficult to get, this is not good!

When the monk and Zhao Gang arrived at the entrance of Yangcun Village together, he suddenly found that something was wrong with the situation.

At this time at the entrance of the village, only the reinforced battalion gathered.

As Zhao Gang's guard, he naturally knew the battle plan this time. After strengthening the battalion hall, it was responsible for watching the battle and transporting food, the second battalion was responsible for offensive operations, and the artillery company was responsible for blocking the support of the devils in Shou County.

The battle requirement is to solve it quickly and avoid fighting the devil head-on.

I didn't see the second battalion, which made the monk vaguely feel a little bad.

"Commissar, what about them?"

"They're already on their way! We are the queen of the palace, and we will leave an hour later, and we will prepare to transport the grain. After Zhao Gang answered, he went to organize the reinforcement camp and set off.

Behind him, the monk stood stunned, his eyes glazed, as if he had lost his dream.

Labor and management turned out to be the queen of the palace...

White belt with so many bullets!

······

Jiazhuang.

Yang family compound.

Wearing a silk horse coat, a sandalwood stick in one hand, and a Belle hat, the old lady Liu, who is only fifty and seven this year, sat on the Taishi chair, and walked around the maid on the side with one hand.

The landlord of the country, the emperor of the land.

Facing this old landlord from ten miles and eight towns, the young maid could only tense her little face full of fear, suppressing fear and shame in her heart, while carefully hammering the shoulders of Old Lady Liu.

"Master, the third young master is back."

At the door, the housekeeper of the Liu family's compound, who had a shell gun pinned to his waist, came to report.

As soon as the words fell, a shrill voice came from the door:

"Dad, are you looking for me?"

Entering the door was a man in a yellow tweed disguise military uniform, with a box hanging from his waist.

"I heard that there are a few new devils in the turret near our Jiazhuang?"

Old lady Liu pestle his sandalwood crutches, which is said to have come from a high-ranking official.

In his ancestral home, when there were no Japanese, Mrs. Liu, a big landowner, had no scruples in his mouth. Moreover, when the old rascal spoke, his hands still wandered around the young maid dishonestly.

"You go first."

Can this old thing still get up? It is better to die at night on the belly of a woman····· glanced at the old immortal in his family with disdain, and took the housekeeper away from the third young master of the Liu family, and then looked at the maid with a tense little face, hiding the greed in his eyes, and did not speak.

"It's okay, this one was bought."

Old Lady Liu waved her hand and motioned to continue answering his questions.

"Yes, twelve new Japanese soldiers have arrived, as well as two officers, and they have brought a heavy machine gun and a grenadier canister, which is said to strengthen the defense of the turret," the third young master of the Liu family responded in a respectful tone.

Although he wished that the old thing would die so that he could inherit the family property, in the face of his own father, who still held the power of the family, the third young master of the Liu family, who was the deputy captain of the puppet army, could only put on a respectful posture.

"Fortify your defenses?"

The tone of the old rascal Old Lady Liu was a little puzzled and a little vigilant.

In this Jiazhuang to strengthen the defense, who is it to defend?

Could it be that the Japanese want food again?

"No, it is said to be to prepare for the attack of the Eighth Route Army."

"The Eighth Route Army?"

The old rascal snorted coldly, the strength in his hand increased, and the maid on the side of the pinch snorted in pain, and his tone was disdainful: "Do you dare to come here even those poor people in the mountains?" If they dare to come, I will let them come and not return. ”

However, the old rascal's face was relieved.

As long as it's not to deal with him.

"Wait, you just said that these devils brought grenadiers?"

Stopping the third son, who was about to leave, the old rascal suddenly said, "Is there a way to get some parts and fix the grenadier at home?" ”

"It's useless, the Japanese are very strict about the grenadier tube, and the grenadier you bought from the deserters is self-produced by the Central Army, which is different from the Japanese model."

The third son of the middle head responded: "Besides, we don't have any shells." ”

"It's a pity..."

Muttering, the old rascal's tone was obscene and cruel: "Tomorrow, find an opportunity to invite these two new devil officers to have a meal here, take care of it, and in addition, find a few maids in the courtyard at night to send them over." ”

"This..."

The third son of the Liu family, who was in the middle of the split, hesitated: "I am not familiar with these two Taijun. ”

"Waste."

angrily clubbed the cane, and the old rascal looked at the third waste who relied on the relationship between the eldest and the second child to enter the hands of the Japanese: "People have preferences, eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, there is always one thing that can match." ”

"After eating, drinking, and having fun, doesn't it matter?"

"Okay!"