Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Standing on top of a pile of golden bullet casings, Monk Wei didn't hide or exaggerate. He just repeated to Sun Desheng according to what Xu San said, "Ten Maxim, 5 minutes, pull the trigger to the end! Damn it!" This is the case!"

Sun Desheng was shocked at first, and then his serious and stubborn temper surged up, and he raised a question, "There is a problem here, let's not talk about why the bullet casings here are so concentrated. Let's do the calculation first. Maxim's theoretical rate of fire per minute 600 rounds, 6000 rounds with 5 sticks, [-] rounds in [-] minutes." After speaking, he looked at the shell casings on the ground, "There is absolutely no [-] rounds of bullets here."

The corners of Monk Wei's eyes twitched a few times, and he thought, you stubborn, should you care about ammunition consumption now?
Shouldn't you be concerned about how these 10 maxims came about?
Grabbing a handful of bullet casings and throwing them on Sun Desheng, Monk Wei roared loudly, "I said that if you roll to the end, you will really treat it as a stroke to the end. There is no need to change the belt in the middle, and you must not refill the water tank. You have to stay here, so you won’t be allowed to take some back?”

"Then" Sun Desheng still wanted to ask a question, but Monk Wei roared again, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask! Damn it, it's so hard to make, labor and management can touch it, I'm still fucking holding back What about Qu! Remember, the battle here tonight is a secret, and it is your cavalry company that wiped out the devils!"

After finishing speaking, Monk Wei walked away and continued to collect the equipment.

"Okay!" Sun Desheng shut up, he knew that Xu San's identity was special, he knew about the secrecy regulations, and he also knew that the more strange things were, the more they had to be kept secret.

Squatting down, grabbing a handful of bullet casings, the cold touch was transmitted to the brain along the palm of his hand, and ten sticks of Maxim could not help appearing in his brain, crazily venting firepower regardless of consumption, and the enemies down the hillside were under the intensive firepower. A spectacular scene of being beaten to pieces.

The same cavalry, this picture made him deeply worried.

With the emergence of machine guns, the advantage of cavalry speed is getting weaker and weaker, and it may withdraw from the stage of history in the near future.

Standing up from the ground, looking at the Shura Hell under the hillside, the Eighth Route Army soldiers who were busy cleaning the battlefield, and the wild wolves who were also cleaning the battlefield, he couldn't help muttering, "Cavalry. Where are we going?!"

With the addition of the cavalry company, the battlefield was quickly cleaned up. Sun Desheng found Monk Wei and asked, "It's almost dawn, we should go!"

Monk Wei took a look at the war horse brought back by Sun Desheng, as well as the confiscated spoils, and he couldn't help sighing leisurely, and said, "Yes! This night really seemed like a dream. If it wasn't for his personal experience, he really Damn it's like listening to a book!"

The cavalry company has assembled at this moment, and they are sitting on horseback at the moment, waiting for Sun Desheng's order.

Sun Desheng got on his horse and said to the soldiers of the cavalry company, "Go first, the monk and I still have something to say."

"Yes!"

After the cavalry company took orders, they licked the horse's belly with their heels and left one after another.

After everyone had left, Sun Desheng said, "What did the officer say before he left?"

Monk Wei raised his head, looked at the starry sky, and then took out a note from his pocket.

Sun Desheng unfolded the note and saw the crooked and illegible characters: Today's battle, no intention to intervene, now that the war is over, it's time for me to leave.All the credit for annihilating the Kagura Squadron belongs to the cavalry company and has nothing to do with me.I don't know when I will see you again, if there is a fate, I will still be a passerby.The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard. After the victory of the revolution, we will be drunk.

The words on the note were written by Xu San with his left hand. In fact, he didn't want to write, but he admired Sun Desheng a lot and didn't want to leave without saying goodbye, so he left a note for him in the end.

Sun Desheng naturally knew what the words "I am a passer-by" on the note meant, so he took out a match and burned the note, which was considered to have burned the last clue left by Xu San on Yelangpo, "Let's go, we should go I'm looking for the team leader, if we don't return to the team before dawn, he should scold someone."

Monk Wei hung some of the confiscated good knives on the horse, and got on the horse, "It's okay, seeing the capture, is it too late for him to be happy? Still cursing? By the way, how many casualties did our cavalry company have this time?"

A look of solemnity flashed across Sun Desheng's face, and then he said, "Five people were seriously injured, and three people were sacrificed! It's much smaller than I expected. The cavalry company owes us too much favor this time."
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The morning sun was like a big cold hand caressing his body, which shocked the injured Li Yunlong and woke him up from nodding his head.

He stood up from the rock, frowned, turned around a few times, looked at the sky, raised his wrist to check the time, and then cursed, "Sun Desheng is his mother's tortoise!" Are you still not returning to the team at this time? Just like this, what the hell is cavalry? Even the infantry of Laozi is faster than him!"

Seeing Li Yunlong swearing, the pale Zhao Gang raised his eyebrows, stood up leaning on a branch, limped up to Li Yunlong, and said, "Old Li! Keep your mouth clean! It's okay, don't keep swearing! After all, Company Commander Sun brought It’s about to be seized, isn’t it natural that the footsteps are slow? Besides, it’s only 10:[-], isn’t it [-] minutes before the assembly at [-]:[-]?”

Seeing Zhao Gang, Li Yunlong's black face immediately turned into a smiling face, "Commander Zhao, what do you say is right, what do you say is right, I, Li Yunlong, listen to it, I will stop swearing!"

After finishing speaking, Li Yunlong helped Zhao Gang to sit down again with his characteristic cheap smile.

The reason why Li Yunlong changed his face so quickly this time is because Zhao Gang's artillery was accurate. In this battle, it can be said that it can be said that it can be said to shoot wherever it can be said, providing the best artillery support for the troops' assault.

Although it was a bit expensive, Li Yunlong knew that it was because there was not a good scout in his independent regiment to report the parameters.

In this battle, Zhao Gang suffered more serious injuries than Li Yunlong, and he didn't say a word after being injured, and has been silently providing artillery support in the rear.

This is also what Li Yunlong admires most about him.

But the most important thing is that the materials seized this time included four Type 150 300mm mountain guns and more than [-] shells.

Type [-] is one of the Devil's heavy artillery.

It has a longer range, with a maximum range of up to 7500 meters!
Moreover, it is powerful, light, and easy to disassemble and combine.

Faced with such a sharp weapon, Li Yun naturally planned to embezzle it. However, Li Yunlong agreed to hand it over under Zhao Gang's strong opposition. One door and thirty shells were left behind.