"Battalion commander."

A soldier looked at a few parts on the ground, and then looked at the side of the devil motorcycle that seemed to be intact, was silent for a moment, pursed his lips, and said in a very difficult tone:

"Otherwise, let's forget it, let's be honest and cavalry."

"Stop messing with this."

Sun Desheng did not respond.

He held a tubular redundant part in his hand and stared blankly.

This iron man who never hesitated to charge in the face of the devil's thousands of troops, and did not retreat in the face of the fire-breathing machine gun cannon, his brows were deeply furrowed, and his eyes were full of confusion.

"That's right."

Seeing that Sun Desheng didn't react, another fighter also spoke:

"This motorcycle can only be used on flat horse roads, as well as highways and mountains, it is better than horses, and on mountain roads, it is far inferior to military horses, anyway, our cavalry, as long as short-distance mobility is enough, and we don't need to run hundreds of miles."

"And this thing, to serve, is much more troublesome than a horse."

Horses don't suddenly have a few extra parts, they don't have to be repaired, they don't have to drink gasoline, by the way, what kind of oil do you need to drink? There is no need to worry about overheating, there is no need to worry about a puncture, the horse has to change the farrier at most, and it will graze itself when hungry.

Recalling the precautions for motorcycle driving taught by the battalion commander before, this soldier's scalp was numb.

What gear shift?

What brake clutch?

What throttle?

By the way, pay attention to the abnormal noise! It could be that the car broke down.

Fuck it, the motorcycle is driving up, the exhaust pipe is thudding and stopping, and it's the same as a machine gun, who can hear this strange noise!

It's better to ride a horseback!

If the horse is uncomfortable, it can also remind you directly.

Sun Desheng still didn't speak, continued to stare at the parts in his hand, and occasionally looked at the motorcycle, his brows had been lowered, as if he was thinking about remembering where these parts were.

In silence, another fighter walked over to the motorbike and got into his seat.

This soldier is obviously a person who can ride a motorcycle, I saw him close the upper choke first, hold the brake handle, take a little throttle, and kick the starting lever quickly and hard with one foot, and after several times in a row, the motorcycle suddenly started, and in the buzzing sound, thick green smoke came out of the exhaust pipe.

Everyone looked at each other in unison, and their faces showed surprise.

"Can this still be activated?"

The crowd opened their mouths wide.

With a few parts missing, it can still be activated?

"It's useless, the engine can turn, but it's useless if the wheels can't run."

Someone muttered.

However, the reality was obviously beyond everyone's expectations, seeing that his battalion commander did not speak, the soldier who started the motorcycle started the next move, he slowly released the brakes, and then the motorcycle wheels moved, and began to move slowly along this flat ground.

"Run, run!"

"Missing parts, it's still running!"

The mouths of the warriors were almost shocked.

Can this also run?

Without parts, you can still run.

If this is a horse, there is a missing part, or a piece of meat is missing, I am afraid that it will not lie down directly.

"You can still run! This shows that there was no big mistake in our previous assembly, only a few small places were forgotten. ”

Pinching the parts in his hand fiercely, Sun Desheng's tone was full of surprise.

It used to be a few years ago when he drove a motorcycle under Shi Yousan's hands, when the Anti-Japanese War had just begun, and he had only driven for more than a year, but he only knew a basic operation and basic maintenance matters, and there was no one in the regiment who could ask, including the political commissar, the motorcycle driving was not as good as him, he could only explore it by himself, which made Sun Desheng very unconfident, and now he saw the car running, which showed that he was probably right.

After waiting for a while, the motorcycle continued to run, still not stopping, and there was no problem······

"Stop, don't open again."

Sun Desheng first asked the soldiers who were driving to stop, and then said to the soldiers around him: "Go to the warehouse, find another devil motorcycle, and we will find out the location of these parts." ”

"Yes."

A few inspired fighters acted quickly and ran to the warehouse to carry the other devil motorcycle that had been seized last time.

In the recent ambush, Sun Desheng led more than 200 people to ambush the devil's convoy, and the three motorcycles in the devil's convoy, one of which was damaged, two were captured intact, and not a single bullet was hit.

After the other motorcycle was in place, he looked at the sun that was about to set overhead, then at the watch seized from the devil, and looked around at the fifteen soldiers he had found from the cavalry battalion, Sun Desheng took a deep breath:

"Go get some oil lamps, and tonight, let's think about this motorcycle."

"Yes."

The voices of the crowd were hesitant.

It has been several days since the seizure of the devil's motorcycle, and the battalion commander has been teaching everyone motorcycle posture techniques before, but everyone has never had a bottom in their hearts.

This thing, next to a few bullets, can cause problems, and it can't run at all on almost mountain roads, is it really useful? Is it really more useful than horses?

"Battalion commander, what about our training?"

One of the fighters asked.

There is no cavalry training at night, but they have been assembling this motorcycle for a whole day from the morning to the present, and if they do it again, I am afraid that they will not be able to finish it all night, and it will definitely affect tomorrow's cavalry training plan.

Seeing the hesitation of the crowd, Sun Desheng continued:

"Let's go into the house in the camp, work until ten o'clock today, and then go to bed, and tomorrow the cavalry battalion will train during the day, and then continue to fiddle with this motorcycle in the afternoon and evening."

"Huh?"

"This."

The fighters opened their mouths.

The cavalry battalion, which gets up at six o'clock in the morning every day, trains in the morning and in the afternoon, eight hours a day, never stops, and it is the horses who rest without rest, there are no horses, assassination and other training are also carried out, in order to maintain combat effectiveness, there is absolutely any slackness in training, at the end of the day, it is already very tired, and in the evening it is necessary to study machinery for a few more hours. I also have to find time to go to the commissar to replenish cultural knowledge.

I can't bear it.

Seeing everyone's hesitation, Sun Desheng's eyes froze:

"Do you, on the battlefield, want to ride a horse, or do you want to drive a tank?"

"Do you need to ask?"

Several fighters did not hesitate: "Of course it is to drive a tank, the tank can carry bullets and grenades, and even the cannon hits it is fine, and there are cannon machine guns on it, and the speed is also fast, much better than military horses." ”

"Boss Chen has already said it."

Sun Desheng smiled slightly and continued:

"There are no tanks now, but in a little while, at most a little more than a year, he will be able to provide us with tanks, and they will be much thicker than the devil's tank armor."

"Even, Boss Chen also said that the cannon on the tank will not be lower than 70 mm caliber."

"On the battlefield, running, no slower than a military horse."

Thicker than the devil tank armor?

Cannons of more than seventy mm?

Can you still run fast tanks?

Everyone swallowed in unison, and their breathing began to be heavy.

Then, how energetic is it to drive this kind of tank? When you encounter a devil, isn't it just a cannon blasting in your face? Like stepping on ants, driving the devil to death?

"Our regiment, no one knows how to drive tanks now."

Sun Desheng continued:

"If you want to drive a tank to fight with devils in the future, come to study this devil's motorcycle with me every afternoon and evening, be familiar with machinery, and when the time comes, you will get a truck to train, and then we can directly start driving tanks."

"I've already talked to the head of the regiment to ask my superiors for someone who can teach us, and he agreed."

"Yes."

Without waiting for Sun Desheng to finish speaking, everyone responded loudly.

Isn't it just a little harder, learning mechanics, learning to drive? Simple.