The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

Wu Hao killed a devil officer in the previous battle, touched such a gun from his body, and treated it like a treasure, making Zhang Hai really jealous.

Yang Ling was very relaxed about the seizure rules of his brothers. Except for some general-purpose ammunition and weapons and materials that were handed over for unified deployment, the rest of the seizures belonged to whoever captured them.

Yang Ling did this to motivate his brothers to fight, so the southern pistol captured by Wu Hao became his trophy.

Now Wu Hao saw that Zhang Hai was paying attention to his trophy, and immediately scolded with a smile: "I didn't see it, when did your kid focus on my short gun?"

Zhang Hai also smiled: "It's not a rare thing, lend me to play for two days and return it to you."

"Okay, as long as you dare to go over and ask, I'll play for you for two days." Wu Hao immediately changed the subject: "But I've agreed, I just lent you to play, and you have to return it to me."

"I see." Zhang Hai said, reaching out to pick up the Nanfang pistol on Wu Hao's waist, with a smile on his face.

After the transaction was completed, Zhang Hai was playing with the exquisite pistol, smiling like a flower, and he was very satisfied.

"Quickly go and ask, what did the officer ask us to do here, we can't just waste time here." Wu Hao urged Zhang Hai.

Only then did Zhang Hai tie the holster of the pistol around his waist, and walked towards the resting place of the Lieyan Special Forces Brigade. His target was a middle-aged veteran who was eating steamed buns.

The veteran was hiding in a dark corner like a ghost, separated from the rest of the officers and soldiers of the Flame Special Forces, and seemed a little lonely, like an old man in his twilight years.

Hearing the sound of small footsteps, the veteran saw Zhang Hai walking towards him, raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued to wipe his rifle.

The veteran is a sniper. Compared with the rest of the sniper team equipped with two snipers, the veteran acts by himself unexpectedly, and is out of tune with the rest.

"Brother, my name is Zhang Hai, what's your name?"

Zhang Hai walked to the side of the veteran and sat down, and asked with a familiar look. Although his voice was very low, it still seemed a bit abrupt in this silent warehouse.

Silent, the veteran didn’t even look at Zhang Hai, and continued to polish his rifle. It was a [-] rifle selected from many [-] rifles. All the performances were the best, and it was used as a substitute for a sniper rifle. .

Yang Ling and the others are really too poor. Now they are poor and white. Let alone the German Mauser 98k sniper rifles and Mosin Nagant sniper rifles.

Because the proportion of snipers in the devil's troops is also very small, the reason is also very simple, that is, they are not needed, and the regular troops can crush the Chinese army to fight, so it is superfluous to have snipers.

The old devils in the general army can temporarily act as snipers with a [-] rifle. After all, the Chinese army is too weak, and the devils didn't go all out at all.

Body 9 Chapter [-] Ammunition

The old soldier's ignorance made Zhang Hai choke for a moment, and looked around, his face full of embarrassment.

He originally thought that the officers and soldiers of the Special Forces deliberately alienated the veteran, and felt that the veteran was quite pitiful, so he chose him as a breakthrough.

It was only when he opened his mouth that he realized that other special forces officers and soldiers were alienating the veteran. The veteran was colder than the rest, colder than the ice in the deep sea. No wonder no one dared to approach him.

But he has already come here, and the Nanfang pistol he got from Wu Hao has not been warmed up yet. If this retreats, wouldn't it be a joke.

Zhang Hai himself gave an embarrassed smile, and bravely did not retreat, but changed the subject, staring at the stinking mud on the veteran's face and said: "You have mud on your face, wipe it off."

When Zhang Hai said this, he kindly took out a piece of cloth from his arms that he was going to bandage the wound and handed it over.

The veteran didn't speak, didn't answer, remained silent, but stopped wiping his gun, looked up at Zhang Hai and his empty hands like an idiot.

Zhang Hai's eyes only made contact with the cold and deep eyes of the old soldier, and then quickly moved away, as if his whole body was seen through, a chill rose from the soles of his feet.

Looking at this old soldier who had not changed his face before Mount Tai collapsed, Zhang Hai felt that he was a little reckless, why did he run over and suffer the crime.

"Are you a sniper too?"

Just when Zhang Hai was about to get up and leave, the veteran spoke.

Zhang Hai was delighted when he saw that the veteran had spoken for the first time. He nodded hurriedly and replied, "I'm in the sniper team of the Second Battalion, First Company, and First Row. My name is Zhang Hai."

"Where's your gun?" The veteran asked blankly.

Zhang Hai pointed to the [-] rifle leaning against Wu Hao's wall in the distance: "Over there..."

"As a soldier and a sniper, you even throw your gun at will. If you were on the battlefield, you would have died [-] times. If you don't cherish your gun, you are not worthy of being a qualified sniper." The veteran interrupted Zhang Hai's words bluntly.

Zhang Hai blushed when he heard this lesson, and wanted to refute, but opened his mouth slightly but couldn't refute for a while, and didn't know what to say.

Both he and Wu Hao had just joined the army, and although they had gone with the company to fight the Knife Club and other armed forces rampant in the countryside, that battle was not a battle at all, and the Knife Club would collapse at the first touch.

So going to Gaoyou City to fight the little devils this time is the real battle. I hid in the dark behind the company and shot the devils coldly, and shot and killed many devils.

But now being taught such a merciless lesson by the veteran, he suddenly realized his problem. He didn't even put his gun in a convenient place. If it was really on the battlefield where the outcome was determined like lightning, he might really die. .

"If you want to live a long life on the battlefield, watch what veterans do and talk less."

Seeing where Zhang Hai was in a daze, the veteran couldn't speak for a while, and after kindly reminding him, he lowered his head and wiped his gun again.

"Taught." Zhang Hai bowed slightly to the veteran, then turned around and returned to Wu Hao's side, grabbing his gun in his hand.

"What? Hit a wall?" Wu Hao watched Zhang Hai come back silently, with a gloating expression on his face.

"Give me back the gun."

Zhang Hai took the Nanfang pistol off his body and returned it to Wu Hao.

"Why, stop playing?"

Seeing Zhang Hai's uncharacteristic performance, Wu Hao was also slightly surprised.

"What the veterans said, if you want to live longer, learn more from them and talk less." Zhang Hai also pretended to be mysterious, and after dropping a sentence, he wiped and cleaned it alone with a gun.

Wu Hao looked at the veteran who was almost hidden in the corner, then looked back at Zhang Hai who was wiping his gun, shook his head helplessly, took out the rag, and started to maintain his gun.

Zhang Hai and the others didn't wait too long in this warehouse piled with sundries, when there was the sound of sonorous footsteps outside, and everyone looked up one after another.

Although the warehouse was dim, the hanging lanterns of World War I still gave off a faint light, and a sturdy figure in cotton-padded military uniform soon appeared at the door of the warehouse.

Seeing the figure of the person coming, the officers and soldiers of the Flame Special Forces who were still eating and sleeping with their eyes closed just now stood up with their guns in hand.

If they were just a group of dozing tigers, now they are sharp swords, all staring at their captain, they know that it is time for them to act.

Wei Qing, the captain of the Lieyan Special Operations Brigade, looked around at the people standing up in the warehouse with cold eyes, and didn't say much.

"Go outside to replenish bullets and grenades, it's our turn!"

After Wei Qing just said such a sentence, he turned and walked outside.

The officers and soldiers of the Special Forces also quickly packed up their things and followed them out. Zhang Hai and Wu Hao, the half-baked snipers who were transferred from each company that had been left aside, also looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally followed.

Yang Ling's guerrilla corps won several consecutive victories and regained Huaiyin, so there is no shortage of weapons and ammunition for the time being.

The Lieyan Special Forces Brigade belonged to the elite troops that Yang Ling wanted to build. Not only were they given the highest salary and the best food, but they were also given priority in the supply of weapons and ammunition.

Although the general guerrilla company is equipped with some ghost grenades, most of them still use cheap wooden handle grenades obtained from everywhere.