Sword life

Chapter 5 Military Soul
[Ding: The birth of a military soul has been detected! 】

[Military soul never abandons or gives up: the unit's fighting will +1, combat power +1]

Zhang Gang was overjoyed. He spent four thousand and five in exchange for the improvement of his combat power and fighting will. This deal was profitable!
After the intermediate bandages were put on, the complexions of the fifteen seriously wounded men improved and their breathing stabilized. Without Zhang Gang's order, the others started to make stretchers.

This time it was Xu Yong and Lu Han who saved him, and next time it might be himself.

The morale is good, just seized the opportunity to twist the troops into one rope.

"Now, who is the gunner, come out!"

"Li Tiezhu, the gunner of the No. [-] regiment and the third company!"

"Zhao Da, the gunman of the third artillery regiment and the third company!"

Zhang Gang couldn't help clicking his tongue. There are five gunners out of more than 100 soldiers. This ratio is really good enough.

Even three years later, with Li Yunlong as the main force, there is only Zhuzi, a gunner, and a [-]-point mortar.

Before the Battle of Xinkou, Yan Laoxi was really generous, with ten artillery regiments and more than 300 cannons, he just suppressed the firepower of Little Japan.

It's a pity that the tactics are not good, and the little devils detoured to steal the house. Most of these properties became the little devil's trophies, which is sad and deplorable!

"Who is the machine gunner, stand up!"

A dozen men stood up.

"Who fired a submachine gun!"

A dozen more men stood up.

Zhang Gang couldn't help clicking his tongue, there are more than 100 people, [-]% of them have special skills, and Yan Laoxi's technical arms are very rich!

Zhang Gang pondered, called up the system, and exchanged thirty 42 caps, ten Garands, five MG-1s, and one M[-] mortar, and the points immediately dropped.

Twenty-eight thousand turned into two thousand and five in an instant, and Zhang Gang's left and right eyelids twitched wildly, feeling distressed.

A big red exclamation point appeared in front of his eyes, pointing to the little devil's warehouse. Zhang Gang understood it, walked over and opened the warehouse door.

"Boss, we've searched it all, and there's not even a single gun hair in it." Wei Dayong said after him.

Zhang Gang followed the arrow and continued forward, and stopped in front of a wall. Looking up and down, there was not even a straw, and it was indeed clean.

"Head, really no"

Zhang Gang kicked over, the wall collapsed, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

When the smoke and dust settled, stacks of boxes appeared in front of everyone.

"This..." Wei Dayong looked at these brand-new boxes, dumbfounded.

If we can still find it in such a hidden way, our heads are not gods!
Zhang Gang waved his hand and asked someone to open the box.

"Brand new [-] cover!"

"What kind of gun is this, it looks so ugly!"

"My dear, 81mm mortar, now we have guns!"

After a burst of amazement, the artillery squad was formally established as a company-level offensive firepower.

Subsequently, five MG42 general-purpose machine guns were issued to form five machine gun groups as platoon-level support firepower.

Finally, ten M1 Garand rifles, serving as squad charge firepower.

The last thirty [-] large caps that appeared were no longer attractive, and everyone was attracted by the majestic machine guns and mortars.

"Wei Dayong, Xu Changsheng, Ma Biao, the three of you temporarily act as the platoon leaders of the first, second and third platoons, organized according to the large platoons. There is one machine gun in each row, two Garands in each row, and the remaining machine guns, mortars, and Garlands. The German rifle company is directly under the firepower platoon."

The three nodded and went down to rectify the troops. These people were all from the old army, and they didn't need Zhang Gang to order them to handle things properly.

After being free, Zhang just had time to watch the lottery draw. With a thought, a roulette wheel flashed in front of him, and various silver items flashed in turn.

Gods of all walks of life bless me, let me win the Tiger Tank!Zhang Gang made a sincere wish, the roulette rotated rapidly, and the pointer slowly pointed to the Tiger tank.

Zhang Gang's heart was about to pop out, but the pointer slowly moved across the Tiger tank, and fell to an option next to it [German 88mm Flak 16 anti-aircraft gun]

Zhang Gang's eyes suddenly went dark. This thing is very good. If it is placed on the Soviet-German battlefield, it will be an artifact for driving tanks.

Or at the time of the Battle of Xinkou, with a strong rear, with this big killer, it would not be difficult to kill a large group of devils.

But now it is Xin County after the war, there are little devils everywhere, ants kill elephants, this big killer with [-] points will not work at all, and will be eaten by these rats.

The little devil's infantry doesn't have any valuable targets to fight, and the shells of the 88mm cannon are expensive. One shot is worth [-] fucking points.

Don't even earn points for shells by then.

Zhang Gang's face was ashen, he did not honor the 88 guns, and continued to draw bronze.

The roulette turns, and the guns and mortars appear in turn, and finally stay on a map icon.

[Battlefield map: You can know the movement of the enemy and yourself within ten miles around, use it three times a day, and the validity period is seven days]

Zhang Dong was overjoyed, his anger suddenly disappeared, this is what he wanted!
To tell the truth, the combat power of the newly formed company is very strong, and its firepower is generous even compared with that of the US military, not to mention the current Eighth Route Army.

Three years later, the new group, is there any crooked hands?Do mortars have such a large caliber?Not to mention the MG42, a death tearing machine that seamlessly converts into a light and heavy machine gun.

The weapons and equipment of a company are better than that of a regular regiment, and what bicycles are needed, even if they encounter the same number of little devils, Zhang Gang is confident that they will be beaten to pieces.

Seeing that it was still early, Zhang Gang opened the battlefield map, wanting to see the little devil's movements.

A map was unfolded, and the surrounding mountains and rivers ranged from light to thick. On the map, a red arrow loomed, and the distance from him was less than ten miles away.

Zhang Gang gasped!
In less than half an hour since the end of the battle, the little devil not only reacted, but also braved the wind and snow, and was about to touch his own door!

What a fast little devil!
(End of this chapter)