Rise from the sword

Chapter 105 The Sadness of Monk Wei
"Twenty Xiangde made shell guns,"

"Two shots!"

Putting the two twenty-gun rifles with magazines inserted in his waist, one on the left and one on the right, the monk was talking to himself.

Physically as strong as a buffalo, Monk Wei, who has a strong arm and a strong arm, can shoot with one hand and single-handedly, but he can still shoot with the effect of ordinary people using a wooden box butt, so he does not carry the huge gun box of the shell gun, but directly inserts it in his waist.

After all, the wooden box butt to increase shooting accuracy is essentially a fulcrum to resist recoil. Since the beating of the muzzle and the recoil of shooting are completely suppressed with one hand, the butt is naturally dispensable.

And there is another advantage of this, the speed of drawing the gun is much faster than that of the wooden box, and it can also reduce the load.

"Kowloon Belt,"

"Nine full magazines!"

Then, Monk Wei tied the carrying tool with nine twenty-round spare magazines, which is commonly known as the Nine Dragon Belt, around his waist.

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

"180 rounds of ammunition in the magazine, [-] rounds of loose ammunition, a little less."

After pondering for a moment, recalling the experience of killing devils in Shuangfeng Town last time, Monk Wei felt that 280 rounds of ammunition were not enough and not enough.

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

The power of the shell gun bullet is far inferior to that of the rifle. It is a bit nonsense to kill an enemy with one bullet. It takes at least three bullets to kill an enemy, so at least three hundred shots are required.

So Monk Wei took out another Kowloon belt and tied it in front of his chest. This Kowloon belt was still filled with nine magazines full of bullets, but no loose bullets were inserted.

"hey-hey···"

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

Eighteen magazines, 360 rounds of spare ammo for the magazine, plus one hundred rounds of loose ammunition, and forty rounds of bullets in the gun, are almost enough to deal with more than 100 second devils.

Before going out, Monk Wei picked up a red-tasseled spear with a white wax pole and carried it on his shoulder.

"Monk, this is..."

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

There are two rows of Kowloon belts on the chest, two twenty-gun German-made shell guns on the waist, and a red tasseled gun on the shoulder.

Give Zhao Gang an indescribable feeling...

I really want to make a comment, but I can't find the right adjective for a while.

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

The monk chuckled, and raised the red-tasseled spear on his shoulder in his hand: "This red-tasseled spear and the devil's bayonet are absolutely chilling."

"You made 400 rounds with two German guns, two full-loaded Kowloon belts, plus we have strengthened the second battalion and have an artillery company of [-] people, and you have to fight the devils with bayonets, unless all the devils in Shou County are hiding in Liujiazhuang."

Zhao Gang rolled his eyes.

He repeatedly emphasized that hand-to-hand combat should be avoided as much as possible. There were too many casualties in hand-to-hand combat. In the past, there was no way to fight the devils due to the lack of bullets and firepower.
Wouldn't it be quick and easy to shoot a devil in the head with one shot?

"Don't you have a gun case?"

Zhao Gang looked at Monk Wei not carrying a gun case, and asked subconsciously.

The shell gun does not come with a gun case, it always feels like something is missing...

"I don't need that thing, the shell gun can be suppressed with one hand."

The monk changed his shoulder to carry the red-tasseled gun, pulled out a gun with one hand and twirled it around, playing a trick: "Commissioner Zhao, this gun is very light."

This monk is getting stronger and stronger...
It's much stronger than when I first met...
Seeing the monk circling his gun in a fancy way and his muscular body, Zhao Gang twitched the corners of his mouth and did not speak.

The shell gun weighs more than one kilogram, and after adding a magazine full of 20 bullets, it weighs more than three kilograms. Normal people feel a little bit handy when holding it with one hand. How many people can play guns with one hand like this monk?
The two walked towards Yangcun, 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. It is much more powerful than this pistol. Is there such a thing?"

Putting the shell gun in his hand back to his waist, the monk asked curiously.

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

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

The 7.62 caliber Mauser bullets are a bit weak, far inferior to rifle bullets. Sometimes they can only punch a hole in a devil's body. Unless it is a fatal position, it will take a few more shots.

But he didn't want to switch to a machine gun or a rifle, so he wanted to get a more powerful pistol.

The best is a super powerful pistol, the kind that can be directly interrupted even if it hits the hands and feet.

That gun should be strong...

Even if you can't kill it, you can still make the enemy lose its defense ability with one shot. It's not like a shell gun. If you are unlucky and hit your hands and feet with one shot, the devil can continue to be alive and kicking.

It is very troublesome to repair the gun...
Fighters are fleeting on the battlefield, give a devil a shot, and teammates may snatch the heads of other devils!

With this thought in mind, the monk recalled one thing. He had heard it before when he was in the Central Army. There was also a pistol in the army that was more powerful than the shell gun...
"There is this kind of gun. It's made in the United States. It's called a Colt .0.45 caliber pistol."

As a college student, or a college student who has studied in the Anti-Japanese University, Zhao Gang is naturally familiar with all kinds of popular guns in China, but when facing the monk, he did not say the English abbreviation.

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

"This gun uses 11.43mm bullets, which are indeed much more lethal than a refusing gun. After all, the bullet has a larger caliber than a refusing gun and has a stronger stagnation effect. However, this kind of bullet is a subsonic bullet, and its penetration is worse than that of a refusing gun."

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

"Poor penetration?"

"It's hard to replenish the bullets?"

Whispering, the monk suddenly felt a little lost in interest.

Poor penetration is acceptable, as long as one shot can kill and maim devils, but bullets are difficult to get, this is not possible!

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

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

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

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

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

"Political commissar, what about the group leader?"

"They've already set off! We're the last ones, so we'll delay our start by an hour. We'll just prepare to transport the food." After Zhao Gang answered, he went to organize a reinforcement camp and set off.

Behind him, the monk stood there in a daze, his eyes glazed over, as if he had lost his dream.

Labor and capital turned out to be the queen...
There are so many bullets in the white belt!

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Jia Zhuang.

The Yang Family Courtyard.

Wearing a silk mandarin jacket, holding a sandalwood stick in one hand, and wearing a beret hat, Mrs. Liu, who is only fifty-seven this year, is sitting on the Taishi chair, with one hand wandering around the maidservant beside him.

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

Facing this old landlord from all over the world, the young maid could only tighten her little face full of fear, suppressing her fear and shame in her heart, while carefully pinching Old Master Liu's shoulder.

"Master, the third young master is back."

At the door, the housekeeper of the Liu Family Courtyard with a pistol pinned to his waist came to report.

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

"Father, are you looking for me?"

The one who walked in was a man with parted hair in the middle and wearing a yellow tweed military uniform, with a bastard box hanging on his waist belt.

"I heard that a few new devils have come to the blockhouse near our Jiazhuang?"

Mrs. Liu rode his sandalwood cane, which was said to have been handed down by a high-ranking official.

When there were no Japanese in his ancestral home, old master Liu, a big landlord, had no scruples in his mouth.Moreover, while the old rascal was talking, his hands were still wandering around the young servant girl dishonestly.

"You go first."

Is this old thing still up?It would be better to die on a woman's belly at night... I glanced disdainfully at the old man in my house, and the third young master of the Liu family dismissed the butler, then looked at the maid with a tight face, hiding the greed in her eyes, no say.

"It's okay, this is bought."

Mrs. Liu waved his hand, motioning to continue answering his questions.

"Yes, twelve new Japanese soldiers and two officers have arrived, and they have brought a heavy machine gun and a grenade grenade, which are said to strengthen the defense of the artillery building," the third young master of the Liu family responded respectfully.

Although he wished for the old man to die so that he could inherit the family property, but facing his father who still held the power in 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 attitude.

"Strengthen the defense?"

The tone of the old hooligan Mrs. Liu was a little puzzled, but also a little wary.

To strengthen the defense in Jiazhuang, who is it to defend against?

Could it be that the Japanese want food again?
"No, it is said that it is to guard against the attack of the Eighth Route Army."

"The Eighth Route Army?"

The old hooligan snorted coldly, increased the strength of his hands, and pinched the maid beside him, screaming in pain, and said in a disdainful tone: "The poor in the mountains, haha, dare to come here? If they dare to come, I will let them come and go."

However, the old rascal's expression relaxed.

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

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

Calling the third son who was about to leave, the old hooligan suddenly said, "Is there any way to get some parts and fix the grenadier at home?"

"It's useless. The Japanese are very strict with grenadiers, and the grenadiers you bought from deserters are produced by the Central Army, which is different from the Japanese model."

The third son who split the head in the middle replied: "Besides, we don't have any shells."

"Pity····"

Muttering, the old hooligan said in a lewd and sinister tone: "Tomorrow, I will find a chance to invite these two new devil officers to come here for a meal and make some arrangements. In addition, I will find a few maids in the yard to send them over at night."

"This···"

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

"waste."

Angrily sticking out his cane, the old hooligan looked at the useless third child who got into the hands of the Japanese because of the relationship between the boss and the second child: "Everyone has preferences, eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, there is always something that can be matched."

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

"Ok!"

(End of this chapter)