Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

It goes without saying that there are things like artillery shells. With Comrade Li Bao's ability as a patriotic and anti-Japanese arms dealer, there must be as many as there were in the afternoon when the guns were tested.

    Lao Li had already calmed down a bit now. He pointed at the transmitter on the kang and asked, "Where is this? What is this speaker used for?"

    Yuchi Baoqi scratched his forehead: "A rocket launcher, a launcher that fires Type 40 rockets. Well, just think of it as a longer, smaller recoil grenade."

    Lao Li glanced at the political commissar Zhao Qiang. Zhao Qiang knew what Lao Li wanted to do with one look. He looked at the sky outside the paper window and saw that it was not too dark. He simply pulled Yuchi Baoqi and ran out with the launcher.

    Lao Li ran halfway, then turned back to hug his big baby, the 120 mm mortar, but he couldn't move it even with a little force.

    Yuchi Baoqi came back, picked it up with one hand and threw it to his shoulder: "Let's go."

    We arrived at the familiar "shooting range" again. The ammunition and weapons piled into a hill had been transported back to the weapons depot and ammunition depot by the soldiers of the independent regiment. At this time, the "shooting range" seemed slightly empty.

    Yuchi Baoqi took out the rocket from his arms, inserted the entire missile body into the launcher and handed it to Lao Li.

    "Look, here is the hammer. Before firing, you can pull the hammer down. When you don't need it, just let it stick to here. This can be used as a safety net."

    "This is an optical sight, a small periscope with a prism function. When you look out of it, you can see the reticle on the lens. When the time comes, I will give you a shooting table and let the rocket launcher learn from it. ”

    "Of course, if the optical sight becomes dirty, cannot be seen clearly, or is damaged, it can be removed and it will become the basic mechanical sight we are most familiar with. This one also has a shooting table for learning."

    Yuchi Baoqi pointed to the tail of the rocket launcher: "This place will discharge the flames and exhaust gases produced by launching rockets. No one can stand thirty to fifty meters behind, otherwise there will be accidental injuries."

    Then Yuchi Baoqi put the launcher on Lao Li's shoulder and asked Lao Li to press his face against the handguard and aim forward through the optical sight.

    Lao Li sighed at the clarity of the optical sight: "Then if I want to fire now, do I have to pull down the hammer and then fire in this position?"

    Yuchi Baoqi gave a thumbs up: "Yes!"

    Lao Li aimed at a lone dead tree on a nearby slope. After pulling down the hammer, he pulled the trigger with his finger. As the hammer hit the primer of the rocket, the launcher made a small bounce, and a large amount of tail flames erupted from it. The rear bell mouth spurts out.

    "Boom, boom!"

    Zhao Qiang's breathing was obviously rapid: "Old Li!"

    Lao Li's reaction can be described as dull: "No more fighting in the county, let's go straight to the fucking Bantian United!"

    Yuchi Baoqi had already taken out a mortar shell at some point: "Lower your head and block your ears, open your mouth, three, two, one, let go!"

    "Tum."

    Lao Li and Lao Zhao stood up and covered their ears: "Didn't it explode?"

    Yuchi Baoqi looked at the mountains in the distance: "Mortar! Direct fire!"

    "Ah!"

    A large amount of gravel and smoke flew out of the area hit by the mortar. Zhao Qiang held Yuchi Baoqi's hand and shook it: "Comrade Li Bao! With this batch of equipment, we will definitely be able to drive the Japanese out."

    Yuchi Baoqi sighed. In fact, he wanted to say that you could drive away the Japanese without these weapons and equipment, but he didn't say it.

    Lao Li came to Zhao Qiang's side and said humbly: "Aren't you going to say there is no political review this time?"

    Zhao Qiang said in Lao Li's ear: "If you can get these things, I can call you daddy, get out!"

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    After Yuchi Baoqi's intense and exciting training, each company of the entire independent regiment learned how to use these new weapons. Lao Li and Lao Zhao planned a battle to attack the Bantian Regiment.

    Lao Li held the phone in his hand with a serious look on his face: "Let me say it again, today our independent regiment is going to ambush near the Bantian Regiment. All brother troops should stay away from the combat area of ​​our independent regiment to avoid accidental injuries."

    The division commander was very angry: "Li Wenlong! You are crazy! There are more than 2,000 soldiers in the Independent Regiment, but you dare to fight against the Sakata Regiment. Don't let your arrogance come out just because of a few small battles! It's very dangerous for you to do this!"

    Lao Li was too lazy to say so much: "Independent regiment, independent regiment. If it is not independent, what is the independent regiment? Anyway, I, Li Wenlong, have informed me in place. I will not be responsible for accidental injuries!"

    The division commander was so angry that he slammed the phone receiver back on the base: "Inform all our soldiers and generals near the Independence Regiment and Bantian Regiment that Li Wenlong is going to attack Bantian Regiment and stay away from the area to avoid danger. There was an accidental injury.”

    All the ministries that received the news had only one reaction: "Li Wenlong is begging like crazy."

    Marching all the way to the base of the Bantian Alliance, they were all relying on their legs. Even though Yuchi Baoqi had the power of a super general, he still had blisters on his feet, but this pain had no impact on his body.

    "Are you all wearing iron legs? Don't your feet hurt after walking so far and carrying such heavy weapons and equipment?"

    Lao Li glanced at Yuchi Baoqi's calves: "There's no problem with leggings, and the shoes you have are not suitable for long distances. They have to be old mill-layer cloth shoes that can be worn stitch by stitch."

    Zhao Qiang was obviously more attentive: "Are you getting blisters on your feet? Take off your shoes and pick them out, otherwise you will suffer. Come and take off your shoes and let me take a look."

    Yuchi Baoqi sat down behind the slope, took off his shoes and turned over his feet to look at them. He saw two or three large blisters on the soles of his feet. He took out a knife from his pocket and cut them open. It didn't hurt anyway.

    Zhao Qiang's heart skipped a beat, he was the one who picked it. This guy was so arrogant, it was a bit too exaggerated to just cut him open with a knife.

    "The Bantian Regiment is stationed near Cangyunling. This group of Japs is not a simple role like the Yamamoto Brigade. They defeated two divisions of the Central Army in the Battle of Xinkou!"

    Lao Li took out a cigarette and put it under his nose and smelled it. He couldn't light it during an ambush, but it was okay to smell it to calm his mind.

    "Hey, hey, I'm telling you, Lao Zhao, if you don't fight, you should destroy your prestige first. You political commissar is really... Our independent group has whatever it wants now. Are we afraid that Sakata won't succeed? In other words, there are few brothers, otherwise we would have found him long ago. He did it, hum!"

    Yuchi Baoqi nodded: "If you are poor, you will attack at night, and use tactics interspersed with the three-three system. If you are rich..."

    Zhao Qiang and Lao Li were both waiting for Yuchi Baoqi's next sentence. They wanted to know how Fu was doing? Seeing that Yuchi Baoqi didn't move, Lao Li pushed Yuchi Baoqi's shoulder with his shoulder: "How do you get rich?"

    Yuchi Baoqi chuckled softly: "If you are rich, just blow up that stupid little devil! You'll blow it up until it's scared! You'll blow it up until it calls you daddy!"

    The soldiers of the Independent Regiment around him also smiled when they heard Yuchi Baoqi's words. They all hid behind the slope, waiting for the regimental commander's order.