"Let's go, let's go!"

The iron box communicator in his hand lit up, and Li Yunlong got up sharply and walked towards Chen Fan's scheduled delivery location.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Dabiao followed suit.

Behind the two, the 800 soldiers of the carefully selected independent regiment lined up in a long line to follow, and the remaining forty large mules and horses of the regiment headquarters were dragged by Huang Baowang in the middle of the team to follow.

"Lao Li, are you sure you don't want to get one or two heavy machine guns?"

By Li Yunlong's side, Zhao Gang looked at the list in his hand and couldn't help asking: "Fire suppression and fire coverage, heavy machine guns are much easier to use than light machine guns, and the firepower continuity is also good." ”

Zhao Gang found that the weapons and ammunition Li Yunlong chose this time did not have a heavy machine gun, and there was obviously a German original MG8 heavy machine gun to choose from in the list of materials, referring to the quality of other guns, which must be at least twice as good as the Type 24 heavy machine gun produced by the Republic of China.

In the last ambush battle, if there was crossfire composed of two or three heavy machine guns, the first wave of charge against the devils would have a better killing effect.

"Not at the moment!"

"It's not a good deal!"

Li Yunlong shook his head:

"A heavy machine gun weighs more than a hundred kilograms, counting the barrel spare parts tripod shield or something, and there can be three light machine guns in exchange, and the effect of three light machine guns will not be much worse than that of a heavy machine gun."

"And this thing is complicated to disassemble, the mountain movement is more troublesome than the 82 mortar, we are not like those people in the Jin Sui Army, we need to fight positional warfare with devils, and the heavy machine gun also has to carry cooling water, which is in vain."

Grand Master Li naturally had a clear calculation in his heart.

Heavy machine guns are not suitable for the current separate regiments, at least this MG8 heavy machine gun is not suitable. After the popularization of light machine guns in the regiment, he even stuffed all the captured Type 92 to his superiors.

Subsequently, Li Yunlong went on to add:

"Besides, the devil's grenadier is completely the nemesis of the heavy machine gun, last time in the Wolf Valley, our regiment had five light machine guns fall under the devil's grenadier, if you transfer the inconvenient heavy machine gun, I'm afraid you will have to explain everything."

Speaking of this, Li Yunlong still felt horrified.

In the few minutes when the devils charged, in just a few minutes, there were more than 30 people in the independent regiment, and five machine guns fell under the grenadiers of the devils, the Kwantung Army was indeed much more powerful than the devils in Yangquan, and the flower of the imperial army was not blown out.

"I think it's better to get a few."

Zhao Gang still insisted on his idea, and he said in a consultative tone: "The heavy machine gun is more accurate than the light machine gun, and the range is also farther than the light machine gun. ”

"As long as the terrain is suitable, the bunkers are set up in advance, and you can completely ignore the grenadiers of the devils, and now we also have 82 mortars to suppress the infantry artillery of the devils, and it is very suitable to put a few in Yang Village."

Zhao Gang gave his reasons.

Whether the weapons are suitable or not depends on the environment in which they are used, and even more so on the situation in which the troops are equipped.

The power of the grenade of 50 caliber grenades is very small, which is equivalent to the power of a grenade, and a little stronger civil fortifications can be defended, and for the devil 92 gun, which poses the greatest threat to the fortifications, the independent regiment has 82 forced suppression.

Unless the devils are armed with heavier large-caliber mountain guns.

"Haha..."

Li Yunlong suddenly laughed and hooked up on Lao Zhao's shoulder: "Lao Zhao, you and I really want to go together, I also thought about getting a few heavy machine guns to build a few fortresses to attract devil artillery fire, and then use 82 to kill the devil 92 guns, but..."

Speaking of this, Li Yunlong lowered his voice:

"I heard Brother Chen Fan say that he has a better heavy machine gun, which uses 12.7 mm caliber bullets, and the range and power are far superior to those of water-cooled machine guns.

"Oh?"

Zhao Gang's eyes lit up: "And this good thing?" A few more of that! ”

Large-caliber heavy machine gun, this Zhao Gang is familiar with, he has seen it when he was resistant to the big before, this thing is generally loaded on an airplane, the power is great, and it is not a problem for bullets to hit ordinary small turrets.

The MG8 heavy machine gun is a younger brother in front of this.

"However, Brother Chen Fan said that there is no goods yet, and we have to wait for a while."

Li Yunlong's tone was full of pity, which also made Zhao Gang's face stiffen suddenly.

Damn, what do you say without goods······

Zhao Gang did not continue to say that although the heavy machine gun using Mauser rifle cartridges is good, it is not so necessary for the current independent regiment, and since there is something better, it is okay to wait.

As soon as the two finished speaking, the monk rushed over:

"Regiment commander, political commissar, what did you just say about the big caliber? Can you break the devil in two? ”

Monk Wei was carrying a thick pine wood in his hand, his breath was steady, and his face was full of smiles.

Disliked the small power of the shell gun, Monk Wei was full of pursuit of lethality.

"A heavy machine gun, do you still want to carry it?"

Li Yunlong knew that this monk had always disliked the power of the shell gun was too small, and he frowned: "What the hell are you still carrying this thing for, save some strength, and I will carry a few more boxes of ammunition for labor and management later." ”

"Exercise!"

Monk Wei held up the log in his hand and smiled: "Leader, don't worry, I promise ten barrels of canned pork this time, but afterwards you have to let me eat meat for a day, and eat a full meal." ”

"Ten barrels?"

It was Zhao Gang who spoke, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching: "A bucket of canned pork weighs 100 kilograms, which is two hundred catties, and you carry ten barrels alone?" You think you're a big mule? ”

Carrying a ton of supplies on a mountain road and running a kilometer?

You think you're a car? There's an engine, huh?

"Hey, hey, regimental commander, political commissar, if I move ten barrels, can you let me eat a full day of meat?"

Monk Wei thought about eating meat in his heart.

Zhao Gang and Li Yunlong did not respond immediately, but carefully looked at Monk Wei.

At this time, the two of them found that compared with when they first came, Monk Wei's physique had changed greatly, his muscles were stronger than before, and he even looked a lot taller, carrying a log of more than 30 kilograms up and down with one hand, and he was so relaxed that his face was not red or panting.

After several months of hard training, coupled with the good food of the independent regiment, Monk Wei's physical fitness has grown explosively.

Is this still human?····· Zhao Gang felt that this monk was simply challenging the physiological knowledge he had learned, violating the limits of human beings.

"Okay, if you have ten buckets, I will give you a separate bucket so that you can eat enough!"

Li Yunlong nodded happily.

The last time he ambushed the Kwantung Army devils, this kid killed six devils alone, and half of them were killed by cold weapons, so he should be given a bucket of canned meat.

"Thank you, Captain!"

Monk Wei immediately grinned widely, and ran forward happily with the log on his shoulder.

"What happened to this kid last time? After Shuangfeng Town came back, he put aside it every day to exercise to death? ”

Zhao Gang was really curious.

When he first came, this monk was normal, but since the last time he went to Shuangfeng Town, he has been exercising every day, working harder than anyone else, and he can often see the monk in the courtyard carrying a stone stone in the courtyard.

"I'm stimulated..."

Li Yunlong smiled: "Last time, I competed with people in my hands, and I was stunned by a direct slap by someone." ”

"No wonder, this is trying to get back on the field."

Zhao Gang nodded clearly, and then his tone was a little curious: "However, who is so powerful?" A slap knocked the monk unconscious? ”

People who practice martial arts, if they fail, naturally want to get back on the field, it's normal.

But Monk Wei's kung fu is invincible in the whole group, among the people Zhao Gang has seen, almost no one can fight with him and hurt kung fu, and there are still people who can stun him with one move and a slap?

"You'll see you later?"

Li Yunlong smiled mysteriously.

"Oh? Looks like I'll be able to get a good hand-to-hand fight later. ”

Zhao Gang looked forward to it more and more.

"High-quality hand-to-hand combat?"

Li Yunlong pursed his lips and sneered: "I hope he will go, but this monk is afraid that he doesn't have the courage or ability, if he dares to go, I'm afraid that he will still be slapped and fainted." ”

No matter how much a child exercises, he still slaps an adult in the face.

"Huh?"

Zhao Gang was more interested.

·····

When Li Yunlong and the others arrived, Chen Fan was already waiting in place with weapons, ammunition, and canned meat.

When several people met, it was a round of greetings and introductions to each other.

Li Yunlong immediately rushed up and wanted to give a hug, Chen Fan avoided it directly, Li Yunlong also began to introduce Zhao Gang with an unchanged face, and Chen Fan also shook hands with the second protagonist.

After the process was completed and the politeness was completed, Chen Fan straightforwardly introduced the number of materials:

"Five 82 mortars, 2000 rounds of 82 mortars, 5000 rounds of 60 mortars, and rifles, machine gun grenades, a total of forty tons, plus twenty mules as gifts."

"Here's five hundred barrels of canned meat."

A bunch on one side, neatly and neatly.

As soon as the words fell, Li Yunlong left Chen Fan and ran to nearly 100 tons of weapons, ammunition and food to touch here and there, smirking non-stop, while arranging for everyone to start carrying materials.

Ninety tons of weapons and ammunition on the mountain road is really enough for 800 people. In consideration of safety and concealment, Li Yunlong did not mobilize the whole group to carry it.

"Political Commissar Zhao, I have admired the name for a long time!"

After Grand Master Li left, Chen Fan finally had the opportunity to take a good look at the famous second protagonist.

Zhao Gang's appearance is very different from the TV series, but the breath is the same, with an obvious intellectual flavor in the rigidity, the two are mixed, and a strong taste of a scholar comes to his face.

"Long admiration..."

Chen Fan's opening remarks made Zhao Gang's eyes twitch, and he didn't know how to respond for a while.

He is a political commissar of an independent regiment, and he has just taken office, where is he qualified to be admired for a long time?

"This, Comrade Chen Fan is polite, I don't dare to look up for a long time, just call me Lao Zhao."

However, after all, Political Commissar Zhao is a person with explosive emotional intelligence, and he quickly mellowed the topic, and he was really curious about Chen Fan, so he took the initiative to talk to get closer.

The two immediately talked lively.

After all, Chen Fan is a traverser with a system, although he doesn't feel that the system is his, but the thinking of the next few decades is still there, and under the overall situation brought by knowledge, he speaks very widely, while Zhao Gang has a rich knowledge foundation, and has experienced many years of actual combat, and his speech is deep.

The two almost hit it off at first sight.

We had a great conversation.

It's a pity that Chen Fan was an Internet keyboard player in his previous life, the breadth of knowledge is there, and the depth is almost zero, and the little knowledge in his mind is quickly squeezed out, while Zhao Gang is more and more energetic the more he talks, as if he has discovered a new world, I wish he had three days and three nights.

Chen Fan, whose scalp was numb, hurriedly changed the topic:

"I heard that Political Commissar Zhao is a master shooter and has the potential to be a sniper, so I happen to have two sniper rifles here."

If we continue to discuss it, I will have to break up parallel worlds and quantum mechanics for you······

Chen Fan immediately asked his entourage to bring the two special Mauser 98 sniper rifles and handed them to Zhao Gang, and at the same time introduced in his mouth: "The Mauser rifle is modified, with a longer heavy barrel and equipped with a scope, this gun has high accuracy and a longer range." ”

This successfully attracted Zhao Gang's attention and interrupted his curiosity.

The inhuman size of the entourage reminded Zhao Gang of a monk····· Presumably Monk Wei was stunned by this, this physique, no matter how the monk practiced, it was impossible to win.

"This is..."

Touching the Mauser rifle in his hand, he opened the cover of the scope, squinted his eyes and looked at it, the detailed portrayal in the scope made Zhao Gang unable to suppress it any longer, and his voice suddenly became surprised.

"Good gun!"

"Good gun!"

With this gun, within 600 meters, it can definitely kill with a gun.

Zhao Gang loved it.

"What's a good gun?"

Zhao Gang's good shot attracted the monk who had been peeking at the side.

······

Another hundred.

After assigning the transportation task, Li Yunlong called Zhang Dabiao and whispered:

"Divide more than half of it to the newly dug secret ammunition depot."

The ammunition depot at the entrance of Yangcun Village is large enough, but the location is not secret enough, and it is easy to find out once the devil or other people come, so Li Yunlong re-ordered people to build a secret ammunition depot in the mountain to hide some weapons, ammunition and weapons secretly.

Few people know the location of the secret ammunition depot.

In this way, when the devils are encircled and suppressed, the transfer of the independent regiment can reduce the burden.

"Yes!"

Zhang Dabiao immediately began to work.

He took a group of veterans such as the guard platoon and the regimental security section who knew the basics, and began to secretly transport a large part of the canned food barrels and weapons and ammunition to the hidden ammunition depot in the mountains.

There are big mules, and you don't need too many people to transport them, just a few more trips.

With twenty large mules and horses, more than forty people carried more than four tons of supplies to a hidden ravine.

The distance was not far, so the big mule camel carried two hundred kilograms of supplies.

In the team, Zhu Ziming, an officer of the security section wearing a military hat, was inconspicuous, and at this time, this senior officer, who had been in the army for more than a year, was squinting at the bucket of canned pork on horseback, as well as boxes of ammunition·····

Although he knew the plot, Chen Fan did not pay attention to Zhu Ziming.

First, this bright sword is the most 'two and five boys' who have not yet inspired the anti-bone, he has not been caught by the devil to rebel, and secondly, he has thrown down a bunch of weapons, ammunition and materials, and I don't know if this one will rebel...

Therefore, Chen Fan did not mention this matter.

Besides, now the independent regiment is still in Yang Village, and it is still a few years away from Zhao Jiayu!

However, at this time, Zhu Ziming didn't know that he had already been concerned, and he was not determined at all, and he was looking at the canned pig's head at this time, squirming his throat...