Rise from the sword

Chapter 48
"Captain, why are we going to borrow bullets and borrowing so much?"

"Also, with so many mortars and mortar shells as collateral"

On the way back from the Brigade Headquarters, Shen Quan, the first battalion commander of the Independent Regiment, was puzzled when he saw several carts full of bullets behind him.

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

I have to pay it back!

If not, even the mortgaged mortar shells and mortars will be deducted or directly swallowed in one bite.

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

There are 50 rounds of ammunition in the warehouse of the regiment headquarters on the left side of Yangcun. There are more than 900 people in the regiment, with an average of more than [-] per capita. Even if you fight like a devil, you can fight several times.

The commandos only took away 15 rounds, and the remaining 35 rounds are enough.

After the mission anyway, all ammunition can be reimbursed.

"stupid!"

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

Is this guy really a reader?
I'm afraid that reading and reading will make my head go stupid.

Look at Zhao Gang, the new political commissar who is also a scholar, and how many thieves are there. The labor-capital assault mission was so covert, and he found the problem. He investigated and confirmed it everywhere, and even sent guards to follow.

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

"This means that during this mission, no matter how many bullets our regiment consumes, after the mission is over, my brother Chen Fan will replenish it for me. It's a rare opportunity. I have to make good use of it. My brother is not every time. so generous”

"However, we have enough bullets, any more is a waste, it's unnecessary, and it also consumes the barrel rifling."

Shen Quan still couldn't understand.

In war, it's not that the more bullets the better, unless you don't care about anything, just shoot randomly...
Even if each squad is fully equipped with machine guns, each with two people, the ammunition consumption is only the same amount. The shooting must always be aimed and then fired. On the battlefield, more maneuvering is required, and shooting is in the interval of maneuver...

Now, the whole regiment has only 800 people except the commando, and the remaining 35 rounds of ammunition, as well as mortars and grenades, are enough to fight, but more will be cumbersome...
"Do all the bullets have to be used to fight?"

"Machine gunners and sharpshooters are all fed with bullets!"

"With such a good opportunity now, it is natural to carry out several live ammunition training to improve the shooting skills of the soldiers in the regiment. You are also a scholar, why are you so stupid?"

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

It's all because the army was poor in the past!
In the past wars, the most important thing that was emphasized by the three orders and five Shens was the shooting discipline. Bullets must not be wasted. If any waste is found, you will be punished immediately...
The savings are ingrained 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 ammunition training, the shooting level of the soldiers in our regiment can at least increase by 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 it?"

"Hahaha, be smart in the future, don't be stubborn and only know to obey orders..."

Li Yunlong laughed proudly: "I will return to the independent regiment and arrange for someone to release the bullets, and then hurry up and go to the new regiment to borrow bullets. There are hundreds of thousands of bullets in that old boy Ding Wei, so bring more this time. a few carriages"

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

"Be alert, kid, Zhang Dabiao is aiming for your first battalion position?" Li Yunlong said suddenly.

"Ah?" Shen Quan was stunned.

Zhang Dabiao wants to be his first battalion commander?
"In the future, the second battalion is planned to be built. Zhang Dabiao proposes to hold a big competition for the whole regiment. The winner is the first battalion, the loser is called the second battalion, and the last one is called the third battalion. The names of the battalions are ranked according to their ability.

Li Yunlong smiled hehely:

"I think it's a good idea"

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

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"Borrow a bullet?"

"Borrow 15 rounds of ammunition, and use [-] mortar shells and two mortars as collateral?"

Ding Wei touched his chin, narrowed his eyes, and repeated in a suspicious tone.

"right"

Li Yunlong nodded and continued:
"Hey, the Independence Regiment is just a mess, the poor one, I'm about to become a pair of trousers. Recently, there is an urgent need for ammunition. The Independence Regiment doesn't have a single one. There's no other way, so I'll ask you to borrow some from my brother. , of course, will definitely pay back.”

"In less than 20 days, I will give you back the exact amount, brother. Not one grain will be missing, and the quality will be absolutely the same. And I will pay you back a hundred mortar shells afterwards. How about it?"

After he finished speaking, Captain Li looked at Ding Wei with a smile.

"Our brothers have been in a relationship for so many years, of course it's no problem if you borrow bullets."

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

Ding Wei turned the earthenware teacup in his hand, and his eyes were also rolling: "You guys actually use so many bullets? But [-] rounds"

"You borrowed 15 rounds of ammunition, and we have exceeded the ammunition base of a brigade of ours for one battle."

After finishing speaking, Ding Wei stared straight at Li Yunlong, as if he wanted to see clearly the mind of Captain Li.

You fucking can get a thousand mortar rounds and two mortars and still can't get bullets?
Meng who?
You bastards definitely don't know what business you're planning, and the motherfucker doesn't even call me when she has business...
"Hey···"

Faced with Ding Wei's suspicion, Li Yunlong first sighed deeply: "You know, the Independence Regiment was attacked by a small elite group of devils before, I went to the Independence Regiment to have a look, don't say it, These bastards are amazing."

"20 meters high, it has been cut and beaten, and the old hunters can't climb the cliff. This group of devils forcibly climbed up with a few nail ropes, and they were all equipped with equipment."

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

"There were only more than 30 devils fighting against the Independence Regiment, but each of these devils had a submachine gun, all of them were melon grenades, and even the steel helmets were specially made, and they were all equipped with body armor."

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

"Great!"

Ding Wei's pupils shrank.

A master of concealed marching in the mountains, a submachine gun in hand, superb shooting skills, 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 these devils behind the position...
"In this battle, the independent regiment fought really badly. More than 200 people were sacrificed, and more than 100 people were injured. The loss was heavy. The most troublesome thing is that after seeing these devils, the morale of the regiment has improved a lot. The problem"

"I have a phobia of firepower, and I am afraid of being hit by the powerful and precise firepower of the little devil."

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

"Let the fighters of the Independence Regiment see a lot of weapons and ammunition, see the world, and ease their fear of the devil's firepower"

Captain Li was completely in love with the word firepower phobia, and he showed it off to everyone, and he shamelessly said that it was his own creation.

"Firepower phobia? This word is very appropriate, when did you become so literate?" Ding Wei raised his eyebrows.

Li Yunlong's blushing response: "In the past few years, the cultural training of the army has not been learned in vain. We still have a lot of ink in our heads."

"Hahaha..." Ding Wei laughed: "Okay, I will arrange it right away, and I will give you all 15 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 others leave with 15 rounds of ammunition, Ding Wei's eyes flashed, and he said to the new battalion commander next to him: "Send someone to the brigade headquarters to inquire about the news of the independent regiment. Recently, the independent regiment I went to a new political commissar, and any military actions will definitely be reported to the brigade.”

The new battalion commander of the Xinyi regiment was named Chenghe, and he was his old subordinate. He had just been transferred not long ago.

"Ok"

Chenghe has a quiet personality and works conscientiously.

"Hmph, let the soldiers with firepower phobia see the world by using weapons, hehe, that's the right thing to say." Ding Wei sneered: "I have known each other for so many years, do you think labor and management will believe?"

The first battalion on the side was grown and quiet, but looked at its head in doubt.

"This kid, he 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 decisive, and then he shook his head with a regretful tone: "Unfortunately, a hundred 60 mortar shells, I can only drink a little soup."

(End of this chapter)