My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 164

The episode of the little bookworm passed quickly, and Liao Mingyu knew that this kid would eventually go to the West Bank.

There is a guerrilla army active behind the enemy lines. Those people... they all belong to the same category as him. Perhaps it is there that he can find the true meaning in his heart.

The third battalion is still distributing new equipment, and those old [-]-[-] rifles and Czech rifles are placed in the open space. Liao Mingyu decided to confiscate them and put them in the warehouse, which will be used for training with recruits in the future or cashed in on the black market for military resources .

"This pistol is too damn majestic. This is the weapon that men use."

Hong Mu was playing with an M1911 pistol. He couldn’t put it down because of the beautiful and atmospheric gun body. The .45 caliber bullet was the same as Thomson’s, and it could basically knock down the enemy with one shot.

Liao Mingyu exchanged dozens of M1911 pistols this time, and planned to distribute them to officers above the company level of the Sichuan Army.And Thomson, who has a fast rate of fire and strong firepower, also came to the batch. Like the simple and light grease gun, the bullets of these three guns are all the same.

However, Chen Jize is more interested in the M1912 shotgun. He also fired this gun when he was studying in the United States, and he was very impressed with it.

Chen Jize came to the shooting range with a shotgun and bullets to practice, shot down from a distance of more than 10 meters, and the human-shaped target woven from straw and sacks instantly fell apart.The soldiers next to him were stunned for a moment, what if it hit someone?
"Battalion Commander, what kind of gun is this? Why is it so fierce!" A soldier said in surprise.

With a sound of "click", Chen Jize pulled out the shell and said with a smile: "The Winchester of the United States, a small devil with a melee weapon, hits a big piece of people."

At this moment, Liao Mingyu also came to the training ground with a group of soldiers. They were holding the new machine gun and some bullet chains, and they were setting up the machine gun on sandbags.

Liao Mingyu personally studied the structure of this general-purpose machine gun, opened the top cover to check the internal gun mechanism, and how to disassemble its barrel connection.

After fiddling for a while, he asked someone to bring an ammunition chain, and after loading it, he pulled the bolt with a "crash".

"The rate of fire of this machine gun is very fast. It is best not to fire continuously when it is not necessary to suppress firepower, otherwise the 150 rounds of ammunition chain will be quickly burned out."

After speaking, Liao Mingyu put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, pressed his cheek against the butt and took aim at a target 200 meters away, and slowly dropped his index finger on the trigger.

"Chichichichichichichi...!"

The unique firing sound of MG3 sounded instantly.Unlike the Czech style or Maxim, the sound is like tearing a piece of linen with force, and people will never forget it after hearing it for the first time.

The distant target was covered by bullets in an instant, and the space around it was also blocked by dense impact points.If this is an enemy, there is no place to hide, and he will be beaten into a sieve in an instant.

But Liao Mingyu did not stop shooting, turned the muzzle of the gun and continued to shoot at a row of targets. The bullet casings sprayed out from the ejection port like heavenly maidens, and all the 150 rounds of ammunition chains were fired in less than half a minute under continuous fire.

The muzzle of the gun was still emitting green smoke, but Milong and the others beside him were already stunned, this thing is so exciting!

How could they, who were used to the Czech style, imagine that the firepower persistence of a light machine gun could be comparable to that of a heavy machine gun.And the shooting speed was so fast that it simply overturned their cognition.

"Captain! Let me try."

Milong felt a little itchy.He has long disliked the short and weak bullet capacity of the Czech style, and was fascinated by the M2 old godmother some time ago, but that thing is too heavy and inconvenient to transfer on the battlefield. If it weren't for this reason last time, how could he get a shot?
This new machine gun doesn't seem to be much heavier than the Czech type. The key is the firepower. With it, the little devil's long live charge is a joke.

Liao Mingyu handed the gun to him, and seriously instructed: "The shooting method is to combine short bursts with long bursts. It is best not to hold the trigger, otherwise the barrel will overheat soon."

"Got it, look at it!" Milong reloaded and couldn't wait to experience this weapon.

"Chi Chi Chi... Chi Chi!"

The tearing machine continued to roar, and Liao Mingyu smiled with satisfaction as he watched Milong shooting heartily.

This is still a speed-locked MG3. If the original MG42 is here, it is estimated that these guys could stare out their eyes. The super high rate of fire of 12-15 rounds per second is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

After watching for a while, Liao Mingyu gave instructions to Long Wenwen: "After the third battalion has finished changing their equipment, tell them to go to Zhongbatan to change their defense, and then let the second battalion come over to get new equipment. The vacancy of the first battalion's machine guns must also be filled."

"The fourth battalion will lead the old equipment first, and the training of the new recruits must not be missed. The soldiers with new weapons need to get used to it. After the whole regiment completes the change of equipment, they will immediately carry out training according to the plan we made. You have to put this in place."

Long Wenwen patted his chest and immediately agreed: "Don't worry, group members, we promise to complete the task. I dare say that we are not afraid of a group of firepower little devils like us now, haha!"

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After working hard for half a day, Liao Mingyu returned to the regiment headquarters.

The scene of the little bookworm today made him feel a little uneasy, the inertia of time is still so strong, no matter how much he fluttered about as a butterfly, it should still come.

It stands to reason that after Meng Fanle received the letter from his father at this time, he was fighting fiercely in his heart.

In the original time and space, he accomplished nothing and was alone, dragging his injured leg, and the group of cannon fodder around him couldn't even care about himself, so how many people would care about his existence.

Meng Fanle felt that the Sichuan Army didn't care if he was a cripple.That's why I can give up everything without any scruples, even if I am a deserter, I have to find my parents.

And now Meng Fan is considered to be in a high position, the chief of staff of the reinforcement regiment of 6000 people, no matter how different from his previous status, the situation of the army is getting better every day, and he doesn't know what choice he will make when facing this matter now.

"Xiao Er, go and ask Chief of Staff Meng to come over, I have something to look for him." Liao Mingyu ordered.

After thinking about it, he still had to find Meng Fanlai to talk to him. He couldn't just sit back and watch something like this happen to his brother.

"Yes!" Ding Xiaoer agreed and ran out immediately.

And now Meng Fanle is still wandering aimlessly on Zenda Street.

Along the way, he met a lot of soldiers from the Sichuan Army. Those soldiers who knew him would salute and say hello to him, and Meng Fan would nod his head one by one. This feeling of being respected made him feel very melancholy.

Yes, now he is no longer alone, he has his brothers, troops, status, and the leader who treats him like a brother and gives him enough trust.

Everything here fills him with a sense of belonging, just like home, so how can he give up.

Just now, I was thinking of quietly running away to the West Bank to find my parents. If I really did this, would it be any different from a deserter?Don't even think about raising your head in front of your brothers in this lifetime.

There are also some people who don't know where they came from on the street. They are carrying bamboo hats and carrying large luggage, and they are marching towards their destination in groups like ants.

You can see people like this everywhere, they are workers in a certain factory, or students in a certain school, and they move the factory or library across China.Just to find a foothold in this war-torn era.

A young man walking from a distance passed by him, his unique temperament attracted Meng Fanle's attention.

It was a student, and he, like those ants, was in the dust.But different from the numbness of those people, the young man's eyes are full of firmness and yearning.

That look was all too clear, because that's how he used to be.

I used to be a student myself, fearless, determined... my heart is higher than the sky, but in the end I still live like an ant.

If there is no leader, I am afraid that he is still the cripple who is full of poisonous tongue and everyone hates him.Think about it too, the current self is already considered extremely happy compared to them, what qualifications do I have to ask for more?

"Chief of staff, chief of staff!" Ding Xiaoer shouted loudly behind him.

"Huh...huh... I found you. I ran all over Zenda. Fortunately... Fortunately, a team of soldiers said they saw you here." Ding Xiaoer was out of breath from exhaustion.

"What's the matter?" Meng Fan stopped and asked.

"The head of the group is looking for you for something, let you go there quickly." Ding Xiaoer said hastily.

(End of this chapter)