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Chapter 32, The Contest with the Little Devil
Deputy head Xing said: "About this group of devils, we have already grasped some information.

A few days ago, they tried to bypass Yang Village and attack the headquarters in Daxiawan.

We found out and ambushed the little devil in Yangcun.It caused no small loss to the little devil. "

Zhao Gang was very surprised, he thought the information he got was exclusive.

I also want to analyze this information and take up the post with a grade, which can undoubtedly prove his ability.

It seems that everyone knows about it.Then the value of the information he brought would be greatly reduced.

"Monk, how many other devils are there? Have you seen their wounded?" Yuan Lang asked.

Monk Wei thought for a while and replied: "There must be dozens of them. There are so many wounded in their team, and they are still wearing bandages!"

By the way, the Yangcun ambush did inflict heavy damage on the little devil.The continuous death and injury basically defeated one-third of the special forces.

It will take some time for Kazuki Yamamoto to select manpower and re-equip weapons.

For a period of time, Yuan Lang didn't have to worry about being approached by the little devil's commando one day.

Of course, he thought highly of himself, and Kazuki Yamamoto didn't know that it was Yuan Lang, a little guy, who had ambushed him.

Naturally, he will not focus on Yuan Lang.

"Report, Consultant Yuan's convoy has arrived at the entrance of the village."

A soldier broke the silence in the room.

Li Yunlong: "Are you here?"

Yuan Lang nodded pretendingly: "It should be here."

"Let's go, come with me to pick up the goods." Li Yunlong jumped off the kang immediately, walking like a tiger, more anxious than picking up the bride.

Xing Zhiguo was not much better than Li Yunlong, and followed out with a happy face.

Consultant Yuan's convoy brings a large amount of supplies every time, so every visit is good news.

Zhao Gang hasn't reacted yet, are the two colleagues in such a hurry?

"I brought a lot of things this time, including guns and canned food."

Yuan Lang explained something to Zhao Gang, looked at Wei Dayong and said, "Monk Wei, don't you say that the Eighth Route Army is too rustic and poorly equipped? I'll show you something interesting today."

After all, he left too.

Monk Wei was puzzled, so he had to look at Zhao Gang and ask his opinion.

"Then let's go and have a look."

Zhao Gang only knew that Yuan Lang was capable, but he didn't know how capable he was.

It's good to see you.

When the two came to the entrance of the village, they saw many soldiers chatting happily around the carriage.

"Wow, there are so many cans? The cooking class has not finished the cans, and so many have been sent. The brothers are lucky."

"Cigarettes, chewing gum, and candies are all good things. Lao Xia said that the quantity is limited, and sending out a little is like killing him. Now he has no reason."

"A bunch of foodies, look at this weaponry. Rifles, sabers, grenades, all brand new."

Looking at the long convoy and the large number of boxes piled up on the carriage, Zhao Gang took a deep breath.

Just like you have 1000 million, the number of the bank card, and a lot of cash in front of you, those are two concepts.

More than 3000 cans, 200 guns and grenade ammunition, etc., if placed in the account book, it will only be a few lines of words and a few sets of numbers.

But in front of them, more than a dozen carriages were full, and it was difficult for hundreds of people to empty them all at once.

The impact it gives is no small feat.

"Monk Wei, come over and see if this gun is equipped by those devils." Yuan Lang greeted.

Li Yunlong was already fiddling with a submachine gun. He had seen everything else, but this was the most novel thing.

Wei Dayong glanced twice: "It's the guns worn by those little devils, sir, why do you have such guns?"

Li Yunlong glanced at Yuan Lang, it was impossible not to be curious.

The devils only had an army of less than a hundred people equipped with submachine guns.

There is no equipment on a larger scale, which is enough to explain the scarcity of submachine guns.

Yuan Lang could easily send a hundred of them, and a matching [-] rounds of ammunition.

Can't explain something?

Not even picking up words, Yuan Lang skillfully played with a submachine gun,

"This is a German-made MP38 submachine gun with 32 rounds in the magazine and an effective range of 200 meters.

The Germans have equipped hundreds of thousands of such submachine guns, and the equipment has reached the squad level.

The most elite units have two submachine guns per squad, not counting squad machine guns.One can imagine its powerful firepower. "

Yuan Lang skillfully loaded the bullet, and asked Li Yunlong: "Old Li, how about I show you?"

The topic was successfully shifted, how about guns?
"Comrades, do you want to see it?"

Naturally, what I got was a lot of "wants". Li Yunlong actually wanted to watch it himself, but after coercing public opinion, it was the soldiers who wanted to watch it.

"What kind of target should I find?"

Yuan Lang glanced around and spotted the big tree at the entrance of the village: "There are two bird's nests on that tree, about a hundred steps away from here, and a short shot knocked them down."

"Okay, I'll take a look."

As soon as Li Yunlong's words fell, Yuan Lang pulled the safety and pulled the trigger towards the bird's nest on the tree.

In the past, let alone making a bird's nest, it would be nice to be able to sweep bullets on big trees.

But after obtaining accurate shooting, all kinds of guns seem to be in the hand, pointing to where to hit.

Da da da, a short burst, the two bird's nests burst on the tree and fell down with a rustle.

"Okay, good marksmanship." Li Yunlong took the lead in applauding.

It's hard to say how good it is to hit a bird's nest a hundred paces away.

However, everyone carried the sedan chairs and sent so many weapons and equipment, Li Yunlong had to show some face.

Under the leadership of the head and deputy head, the soldiers applauded for a while, giving Yuan Lang enough face.

But at this moment, there is really something that doesn't open your eyes.

Wei Dayong said: "Sir, the weapon in your hand is not bad. But I saw the little devil's training, 100 empty bottles were placed at 5 meters, two or three short bursts were fired, and they were all blown up. "

He admitted that the Tuba Road in front of him is not so rustic, and he can get a submachine gun, which is better than the 72nd Division of the Central Army where he stayed.

But whether you can use the weapon well is another matter.

Those devils were very elite, and from Wei Dayong's point of view, they were very unusual.It's not that anyone who can get the same weapon can defeat that group of devils.

A smile flickered on the corner of Yuan Lang's mouth, and someone handed him the ladder when he wanted to pretend to be 13, which was great.

He also felt that it was not challenging to just shoot two bird nests, so he wanted to increase the size!
"150 meters, give me five empty cans and bottles."

"Old Li, let Monk Wei take a look. We can do what the little devil can do, and we can do it better than the little devil."

Li Yunlong didn't want to agree to it at first, but Yuan Lang's shots were accurate enough, if he hits again, it won't be a waste of bullets.

But if it sounds like a contest with the little devil, it must be contested.

"Guards, go get some empty cans and put them on. 150 meters, 50 meters more than the little devil's training."

(End of this chapter)