Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2503 The modified Type rifle!
Shuanzi cried so miserably that even a heartless person would cry after hearing it.

The other party was a soldier who had never cried even when he lost an arm. But at this moment, when he saw the leader of his brother unit, he could no longer hold back.

Duanwu hugged Suanzi and patted his back gently to comfort him.

However, unexpectedly, at this moment, Shuanzi, who had not spoken for a year and a half, wailed again: "Dead, all dead, why am I the only one who is not dead, why, why!"

Duanwu knew what Shuanzi wanted to express. All the members of the anti-Japanese brigade were killed, and only Shuanzi survived. The pain in his heart was unimaginable for ordinary people.

Perhaps death is scary, but for those who have lost their loved ones or comrades, living is always scarier than dying.

Shuanzi is still relatively strong, otherwise, if faced with such a thing, many people would choose to commit suicide to escape the inner torment.

Because even though no one will blame him, he will blame himself in his heart.

All his comrades had died, so why was he still alive? He should have fought with his comrades until the last moment of his life.

Or he would think, if he had not left Black Cloud Ridge, and another comrade had delivered the letter instead, would he be the one alive?

Or maybe, if I were stronger, those comrades who followed me to deliver the letter would have survived.

Countless maybes and ifs would torment Suanzi in his mind all the time.

So at this time, Suanzi was still alive, but it was more painful than being dead.

Duanwu is a soldier, so he can naturally understand Shuanzi.

He patted Shuanzi's back and said, "It's all in the past. We who are still alive cannot always live in the past, but must continue to fight."

Hearing this, Shuanzi suddenly let go of Duanwu, stopped crying, and saluted Duanwu again, saying, "I am the commander of the Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Forces, the First Anti-Japanese Battalion directly under the army, and the reconnaissance company directly under the battalion headquarters, Wang Shuanzi, reporting to you, and requesting to return to the team!"

Duanwu nodded. Although Shuanzi had lost an arm and was no longer suitable for military service, Duanwu still didn't want to refuse him.

He pulled out the Mauser pistol from his waist, inserted it into the bolt's belt and said, "From now on, you are the Chunjiang Guerrilla Brigade."

At this point, Duanwu paused, because it was time to raise the banner of the Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Forces. The Chunjiang Guerrillas were no longer suitable for current development.

So Duanwu immediately changed his words and said, "You are a member of the Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Forces, the First Anti-Japanese Battalion. I now appoint you as the commander of the reconnaissance company directly under the team headquarters. Do you have any other requests?"

"no!"

Shuanzi answered loudly, his eyes filled with excitement and gratitude.

Duanwu patted Shuanzi's shoulder again and said, "Kill more devils in the future to avenge our brothers who died."

"Yes!"

Shuanzi obeyed the order loudly and immediately stood behind Duanwu.

The sixth brother at the side heaved a long sigh and said, "For the past year and a half, nothing the brothers said to Shuanzi was of any use. But you came, and with just a few words, Shuanzi not only could speak again, but also became full of energy. You are the one!"

At this point, the Sixth Brother looked at Shuanzi and asked, "Who do you think he looks like?"

Shuanzi ran to the front of Duanwu, looked at him carefully, but dared not recognize him and said, "It seems, a bit like, like our captain when he was in the militia, just, a little too serious."

However, at this moment, the Sixth Brother pulled out a black blade from Duanwu's lower back and said leisurely: "You are dead with your swordsmanship!"

Shuanzi was stunned for a moment, and after a moment he stammered, "Captain?"

Duanwu did not explain, but smiled.

Shuanzi hugged Duanwu again and shouted, "Captain, I miss you so much!"

At this time, the Sixth Brother patted Shuanzi on the shoulder and said, "Your captain doesn't remember the past." "Oh, oh, as long as the captain is still alive, it's good enough."

Shuanzi wiped his tears again and stepped aside.

At this time, the Sixth Brother returned Duanwu's knife to him, and then asked Xiang Shuanzi: "Your captain's things have not been moved, are they still in the original headquarters?"

Shuanzi nodded vigorously and said, "No, I clean it every day. It's spotless."

The Sixth Brother nodded, then led the way and said, "The soldier is quite clever and has made a lot of things himself. I'll take you to see them later."

"That's a good feeling!"

Duanwu also wanted to see what this legendary figure left behind.

When I was young, I came to a very ordinary-looking courtyard, which was filled with adobe and thatched houses.

There were three main rooms. He went forward and opened the door, but saw that both the yard and the main room were spotless, as if someone was still living there.

Entering the main hall, there is a room on the east and west sides. The one on the east side is larger and looks like a meeting room, while the one on the west side is slightly smaller and should be Qi Dabing's residence.

At this time, Qi Dabing's residence looked a little messy. The seat was covered with maps and information, and on the cabinet were models of homemade weapons.

Duanwu was very surprised when he saw one of the models, because it turned out to be a submachine gun modified from the Japanese Type 38 rifle.

Duanwu asked tentatively: "Can I try this gun?"

The Sixth Brother said, "Of course!"

Duanwu picked up the gun, removed the magazine, but found that there were no bullets in it.

Shuanzi quickly opened the cabinet beside him and took out a whole box of bullets.

The rifle still used the Japanese Type 38 rifle bullets. The only changes were that a section of the barrel was cut off, the wooden buttstock was shortened, and an automatic feeding magazine was added to the side of the rifle, and the rear cabin was drastically modified.

This is somewhat similar to the British Sten submachine gun.

If its caliber was not 6.5 mm, I'm afraid Duanwu would really think it was a Sten submachine gun.

At this time, Brother Six joked, "There was a British guy who interviewed our troops before. After seeing this gun, he kept saying that this was the best gun he had ever seen."

"・・・"

Duanwu was speechless and thought to himself, "Could it be that the inspiration for the British Sten submachine gun came from this gun?"

Duanwu couldn't believe that the famous Sten submachine gun was actually plagiarized from China.

But this gun brought Duanwu a new idea. Instead of blindly buying other people's weapons and equipment, it is better to make weapons and equipment by yourself.

If he could mass-produce weapons himself, would he still need to worry about not having enough weapons and equipment?

Thinking of this, there were 32 bullets in Duanwu's magazine.

But at this time, Shuanzi reminded him: "Captain, this gun can only hold 28 rounds of bullets, otherwise it will easily jam."

Duanwu understood it immediately. The magazine was designed to hold 32 rounds, but due to the design problem of the spring pressure, the last few bullets would not be pushed straight into the magazine, thus causing it to jam.

This shortcoming cannot be solved even in an industrial country like Germany, let alone such a remote mountain village.

But at this moment, Duanwu suddenly had a question. According to the descriptions of Shuanzi and Liuge, Qi Dabing should be a native of this place, right? How did he think of modifying the Japanese Type 38 rifle?
Moreover, where does this design and idea come from? .