Anti-Japanese War: You drove me away, and now you want me to rescue you?

Stepping over the artillery array.

Everyone walked towards the martial arts hall under the leadership of Lu Zhixian.

They had only walked a few steps.

They saw soldiers in the distance on the parade ground conducting live-fire shooting.

Da da da!

Da da da!

The soldiers in each row were operating frantically.

Bullets spurted out from the mouth of the big eight grain, sweeping towards the dozens of targets like a gust of wind.

It was just a moment.

The faces of Li Yunlong and others changed suddenly again.

"Lu, Lu, the commander!"

Kong Jie was the first to speak in surprise: "Is your unit conducting live-fire training like this?"

Da da da!

Da da da!

The bolt was loaded.

The bullet flew towards the target again.

Lu Zhixian smiled and replied: "Yes! All the new recruits who join our unit must conduct live-fire training, and complete at least 100 live-fire training every day in the first month before joining the army!"

Spendthrift!

What a waste!

Although they knew that Lu Zhixian was extremely generous and the supplies in Heiyun Village were absolutely abundant, they did not expect that he would be so extravagant!

One hundred live ammunition training per day.

Wouldn't the daily consumption of the entire Heiyun Village reach tens of thousands of rounds?

You should know that the Eighth Route Army has always been known for its hard work and simplicity.

Take their two combat regiments as an example.

If you pick up a bullet at ordinary times, it is like seeing a treasure. You need to hand it over for unified rationing. Even in wartime, the daily ration of bullets can only reach ten per person.

When will there be such a waste?

When will there be such luxury?

"Brother Lu!"

Li Yunlong's heart was bleeding, and he exclaimed with pain in his eyes: "You are too extravagant, aren't you? So many bullets were used for training? Do you know? How many devils can this kill?"

In the interval between everyone chatting.

The soldiers in the distance have completed nearly three rounds of shooting.

Twenty-four shots in total.

"Everyone!"

Lu Zhixian naturally understood their feelings and said solemnly: "I don't need to say much about the strength of the Japanese in individual combat. They can often achieve a higher exchange rate in each battle, largely because they have had relatively complete and sufficient training. What about many of our anti-Japanese patriots? Before joining the army, they probably didn't even touch a gun a few times before going to the battlefield! How can we compete with the Japanese? Can't we Chinese be better than the Japanese? It's all because of the shortage of supplies! Now as long as we can also give our soldiers sufficient training, how can we be better than the Japanese? Compared with the lives of the soldiers, these bullets are just consumables!"

Of course, he can be so confident because he has his own bullet production line.

"Good! Well said!"

Zhao Gang couldn't help but admire when he heard this.

Li Yunlong glared at Zhao Gang and said, "Old Zhao, have you ever touched a gun? If you don't manage the household, do you know what it means to be expensive?"

Although he made a fortune following Lu Zhixian recently, he was still shocked when he heard that the new recruits were trained to fire 100 rounds a day.

"Old Li!"

Zhao Gang heard the other party yelling again, and he couldn't help but retort: ​​"How do you know that I have never touched a gun? Besides, what Captain Lu said is indeed reasonable. Although the anti-Japanese forces in various places are short of supplies, they can also be trained as well as possible. Then our soldiers will have more chances to survive when we compete with the devils."

"Old Li!"

Lu Zhixian smiled and said: "Don't bully Political Commissar Zhao! Although Political Commissar Zhao is a college student, he may be better than you and me in terms of shooting!"

"Him?"

"Disobedient?"

Lu Zhixian smiled and said: "How about this, if you can beat Political Commissar Zhao, I can give you two Type 99 rifles!"

"Really?"

Old Li was immediately overjoyed.

Zhao Gang's face darkened slightly, and he said: "Old Li! You can't bet with the weapons and equipment of the troops!"

"Old Zhao!"

How could Li Yunlong miss such an opportunity to make a fortune? He glared at her and immediately retorted: "Didn't you hear? This is not our bet, it was Brother Lu who brought it up. We are guests from afar and we can't spoil his fun, right? Besides, Brother Lu is the kind of man who keeps his word, how could he go back on his word? Right, Brother Lu?" By the end of his speech, his face was already full of smiles.

His eyes seemed to be looking at a fat sheep.

"Hehe."

Lu Zhixian smiled secretly in his heart, his eyes flickered, and he smiled: "What if you lose?"

"Then we--"

Li Yunlong looked at the fair-skinned Zhao Gang halfway through his speech, thinking that this white-faced scholar also knows how to use a gun? He thought to himself that he must win, so he smiled and said: "Brother Lu, if we lose, then you can do it.Just say it, as long as it does not violate the discipline, our Lao Li will definitely do what he says! "

"Okay!"

Lu Zhixian smiled and nodded.

Zhao Gang's eyes flickered slightly, and he was a little surprised and said: "Captain Lu, do you really believe that I can beat Lao Li?"

That's two crooked handles.

It's an extremely precious treasure in any regiment!

Lu Zhixian smiled and nodded again, saying: "I think although Political Commissar Zhao is a college student, he is definitely not a weak scholar. There is absolutely no problem in beating Lao Li."

"I am a member of the New First Regiment."

"No problem!"

Lu Zhixian shrugged and said: "I believe that Political Commissar Zhao is not the kind of person who deliberately lets the water go."

"Thank you, Captain Lu."

Zhao Gang was a little surprised to hear this, and there was a little more admiration in his eyes.

"Captain Lu! "

Kong Jie was also eager to make a move at this time, and couldn't help but said: "Why do you let Li Yunlong get all the good things?"

"Hmm?"

Lu Zhixian raised his eyebrows and said: "So Captain Kong also wants to get involved?"

"I'm afraid you won't agree."

"No problem!"

Lu Zhixian smiled slightly and said: "If Captain Kong is interested, just place a bet."

Great!

That's two crooked handles!

Ding Wei and Li Yunlong are both rich these days, and they may not look down on these two Japanese light machine guns, but his independent regiment is poor, how can he miss such a good opportunity?

As for who will win?

Kong Jie didn't think twice.

You know, although Li Yunlong is a bit muddleheaded, he has been touching guns for many years?

How can he be better than Zhao Zhengwei, a white-faced scholar?

Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to say happily: "That's it! I, Kong Jie, am not greedy, so I will do the same as Lao Li and bet two crooked guns!"

"Okay!"

Lu Zhixian agreed with a smile.

Seeing that the fat sheep had already agreed, Li Yunlong was afraid that the other party would go back on his word, so he hurriedly shouted: "Quick! Bring the gun!"

"Lao Li!"

Kong Jie next to him couldn't help but say: "You have to play well! When I win, I will buy you a drink!"

"No problem!"

Li Yunlong waved his hand, his eyes full of confidence.