Sword life

Chapter 24 It's a Big Deal

"He fucked up, hurry up, but still didn't catch up." Li Yunlong was sweating from running, watching the fighting in the arena with regret.

"Old Zhang is really good, Da Biao, look, this is a master, you are usually good at bragging, this will not work."

"Battle Commander, Battalion Commander Zhang has great strength and quick movements, and the others are just like that. There are only a few tricks tossing and turning."

"Come on, isn't that how it is in war, one trick is eaten all over the world, so what are you talking about so much?"

While the two were quarreling, at the end of the fighting in the arena, Zhang Gang shot at him, smashing the little devil with his guns and others, and successfully collected the last red bubble.

[You killed a little devil, reward 100 points]

[You got a pair of Japanese cotton leather boots! 】

There was silence all around, and only then did Zhang Gang realize that all the little devils around him had fallen down, and the ones standing were all his own.

Zhang Gang stuck the iron-point steel gun on the ground to support his body, and the flesh and blood on the gun barrel immediately gathered into a

Small pit.

There was complete silence all around, and everyone's eyes were round, looking at this man who looked like a god in awe!
If it weren't for this man, if he wanted to kill a hundred little devils in hand-to-hand combat, he would have to pay at least a hundred lives. It would definitely not be like this without loss.

Fighting hundreds of little devils, and fighting hand-to-hand, Zhang Gang consumed a lot of physical strength. Although his body was far superior to ordinary people, he was so tired and weak that he had to rely on the barrel of a gun to support him.

"Old Zhang, tsk tsk, I used to listen to the old man say that one is worth a hundred, I still don't believe it, let me see it today, it's too powerful, if you were born in ancient times, you would at least be a general." Big laughter In the middle, Li Yunlong came over.

"You're welcome, Zhuangshu." Zhang Gang recovered a little bit of strength, let go of the gun, and shook hands with Lao Li.

"Zhang Battalion Commander, what kind of gun is this? I think you smashed the little devil like you smashed walnuts." Zhang Dabiao also rushed over, curiously stretched out his hand to hold the barrel of the gun, and pulled it hard.

The iron-point steel gun remained motionless, Zhang Dabiao's face was flushed, and he pulled out the gun barrel inch by inch with both hands.

"My God, is this gun made of iron?" Zhang Dabiao's expression changed when he finally pulled it out.

If it was a red-tasseled spear, one would count as a normal person if one was worth a hundred, but this iron spear would weigh at least thirty to fifty catties, and if it had been wielded for so long, would it still be considered a human being?
"Well, a steel gun with iron point, weighs 38 catties and [-] taels, and is [-] meters long." Zhang Gang straightened his body, showing the air of a master.

"Awesome!" Zhang Dabiao gave a thumbs up, convinced.

"Normal." Zhang Gang was so happy that he turned his head to look at Li Yunlong: "Old Li, hurry up, let's share the spoils as soon as possible."

Li Yunlong laughed, and asked someone to pass the list to Zhang Gang: "Old Zhang, can you give me a list too?"

"Okay." Zhang Gang also gave Li Yunlong the prepared list.

The two of them only looked at it for a while, then their expressions changed at the same time.

"His *+2, your list is wrong, at least half of it is hidden."

The two battalion commanders quarreled, and the people around them suddenly became tense, and they quarreled again.

"Old Li, you blocked four hundred little devils, how did you only get one hundred and three with the rifle?"

"It's all blown up by the cannon. What can I do? The devil carried it too fiercely. The shells have consumed the old nose and blown up to pieces."

Li Yunlong's neck stiffened, and he squinted at Zhang Gang:

"I said Lao Zhang, the little devil ran to you for six or seven hundred, but the rifle is only two hundred and two. You don't even have a gun, why is the little devil's rifle gone?"

"Old Li, don't fool me. Tie Zhu has already said that all the bombs are machine guns and grenades, not infantry at all. Also, although I don't have any guns, the Garland is too fierce. The little devil's rifle They're all shot to pieces."

Zhang Gang was not afraid, and just opened his mouth to speak nonsense.

Li Yunlong was furious. He dared to talk nonsense in front of me, so he waved his hand immediately: "Old Zhang, don't talk to me. You must give me a real number for this seizure today. If you really play tricks, let's break it up. Stop cooperating."

With six machine guns and two mortars in hand, Lao Li is not afraid of turning his face.

Zhang Gang sneered: "I heard earlier that you, Lao Li, are not from the Dabie Mountains. You are a real rich local from Shanxi. I didn't believe that you didn't run away from everything. Now I believe it."

"Old Zhang, what do you mean by that?!" Li Yunlong's eyes were bloodshot, and with a whoosh, he pulled out the sword.

Zhang Dabiao and others immediately surrounded Li Yunlong, ready to grab the knife at any time.

Fighting hand-to-hand with a mortal Guan Gong, isn't this delivering food!
"What do you mean, Lao Li, you are brave in battle, but are there still fewer brave fighters in the Eighth Route Army? Kong Erlian, Ding Daxie, those are worse than you, not to mention far away. In the past few months, Pingxingguan, Yangmingbao, Niangziguan, the Eighth Route Army general Xingruyun, where am I not cooperating? Why hang on to your crooked neck tree!"

Lao Li's face was flushed, and he suddenly laughed, and put the knife back into the scabbard: "It's gone, I'll talk to Battalion Commander Zhang, it's none of your business, clean up the battlefield quickly, the little devil may come anytime!"

After finishing speaking, Li Yunlong leaned in front of Zhang Gang and began to chat with a smile.

Not long after, the two of them hooked up shoulder to shoulder, as if they were alone, and went to the side to chat.

Zhang Dabiao:
Wei Dayong:
After chatting for a while, the two came back. Zhang Gang called Wei Dayong over: "Dayong, take out all of our seizures, all of them."

Wei Dayong went down and took out the two hundred and twenty-three-eight covers.

Zhang Gang coughed and said, "Dayong, take out another copy, brothers' own."

Wei Dayong nodded, and took another share, regardless of the fact that Yiying still had three or eight big caps in his hand, anyway, it was double guns if he asked.

Li Yunlong laughed loudly, and pointed at the Second Battalion: "Old Zhang, the 350th person in the Second Battalion is all veterans, and you are still seventy short."

Zhang Gang frowned, this old Li, after the talk, he wanted to add benefits and immediately smiled: "Old Li, this is not counted, right, 340 rifles, 81% off, in exchange for 160 soldiers, and my two guns 120-gun machine guns, [-], six heavy machine guns, [-]. Add up to five hundred and five, and you still need me two hundred."

Old Li gritted his teeth, looked at the M1 mortar, the barrel was thick enough to put a fist down, and then looked at the MG42, which was simple and rough with a fast rate of fire.

However, it would be impossible to give up the 340 [-] guns. Now that the Eighth Route Army is expanding its army, a good gun means a good soldier.

He also knew that Zhang Gang looked young, but he was impeccable in his work, and he would definitely not let him take this weapon away for nothing. After thinking about it for a long time, he could only sigh.

"I will mortgage you a company of people, all of whom are heroes who have climbed snow-capped mountains and crossed grasslands. You take them with you first, and then I will exchange 200 people."

Zhang Gang's eyes lit up, and he looked at Zhang Dabiao. This guy is powerful. He can charge, defend, and communicate with the headquarters. This guy alone is worth six MG42s.

to make!
(End of this chapter)