Bright Sword: Follow Kong's fun and build the strongest military industry

As soon as he finished speaking, Secretary Duan burst into laughter after seeing it, and repeatedly praised it as a good thing. At the same time, he also specially explained:

"You are the main force, so of course you look down on the Japanese pistols. After all, the penetration of this pistol is too poor, and it often jams."

"But in our guerrillas, these are all treasures. We cherish them very much. After all, this is a pistol that can fire continuously. It is much better than the pistols we produce ourselves, which need to be reloaded after firing a bullet."

"The penetration is poor. We can just shoot at 20 meters or 10 meters, or even 5 meters."

"As for the jamming problem, it's easy to solve. At most, we can just eject the bullet and reload it. It's not a big deal."

He spoke in a light tone, but Kong Hao could hear an endless amount of tragic emotion in it.

China's industry was too backward and could not produce any decent industrial products. Even not every soldier had a broadsword. Our soldiers used all the weapons they could find to fight against the Japanese planes and artillery.

How tragic and helpless this is.

The guerrillas must have known that the performance of the Mauser CPV was much better than the Japanese's box pistol, but it was impossible to find enough Mauser CPVs in this place.

The Mauser pistol is a treasure even in the main force. Generally, only squad leaders or platoon leaders are qualified to use it. In the guerrillas, if the captain has a Mauser pistol, he will be considered an ace guerrilla.

The reason why Li Xiangyang was so famous in several nearby counties was because he had two Mauser pistols, and he could use them with both hands, and his marksmanship was divine.

The firepower output of just him is basically comparable to that of an entire guerrilla force, and he can have an absolute advantage when ambushing small-scale enemies.

Of course, these two Mauser pistols were not issued by his superiors, but were captured from the enemy through continuous fighting.

Next, everyone worked together to pack all the scattered box pistols into boxes and transported them away along with the bullets as quickly as possible.

After cleaning up the box of pistols, someone opened the other boxes and immediately exclaimed:

"Oh my god, there are actually Mauser pistols here, a whole box of them, we are going to make a fortune now."

When Li Xiangyang and Secretary Duan heard that it was a Mauser pistol, they hurried into the carriage to check the situation.

If the hundreds of Nambu Type 14 pistols were a surprise, then these Mauser pistols were a real joy to the guerrillas.

For the guerrillas, the Mauser pistol is the symbol of strength. With a powerful Mauser pistol, no one would want the ugly box-type rifle.

After preliminary statistics, there were forty Mauser pistols in one box. After counting, there were almost forty boxes, which added up to a total of one thousand Mauser pistols and two hundred thousand rounds of matching bullets.

Faced with this situation, everyone present was suddenly in a state of confusion:

Guerrilla A: We are rich, we are rich;

Guerrilla fighter B: So many Mauser pistols, doesn't that mean I can get one in the future and make a fortune?

Guerrilla C: We have some of these Mauser pistols. The Japanese and puppet troops have to avoid us guerrillas. We have made a fortune this time.

Li Xiangyang: That's good. With so many Mauser pistol bullets, we don't have to worry about running out of bullets anymore.

Secretary Duan: Most of these Mauser pistols will definitely be handed over to the main force. In the past, it was the main force that supported us. This time, we can be regarded as giving face to the local guerrilla leader.

In short, everyone present, except the special forces, had only one thought in mind: they were going to get rich today.

After all, before, even if they had seized a few Type 38 rifles and a hundred or two hundred rounds of bullets, everyone would be so happy that they couldn't sleep for half the night. Now, they have seized thousands of Mauser pistols and two hundred thousand rounds of bullets. Such a harvest is beyond everyone's imagination.

And these were only the harvest from four carriages. Who knows how many surprises were waiting for them in the remaining carriages. Everyone looked at the other carriages with anticipation.

However, for safety reasons, Secretary Duan still asked someone to notify the county party committee, and it would be best if they could get in touch with the main force in the mountains.

The harvest this time is too huge, it would be best to get support from the main force. Only by placing tonight's harvest in the main force's base can their safety be guaranteed.

The next carriage was filled with Japanese rations, including rice, flour, and even a lot of compressed biscuits and canned food.

Everyone showed disappointed looks. It would have been great if these were weapons and ammunition. What a pity, such a pity.

Secretary Duan looked at the expressions of the crowd and immediately laughed at himself:

"It seems that you are all very disappointed. Do you think we are too greedy? According to our intelligence, this full carriage of supplies weighs about 16 tons. One ton weighs 2,000 kilograms, which is equivalent to 32,000 kilograms of food. They are all high-quality staple food, as well as canned food and compressed biscuits."

"If this had happened in the past, if we had seized so many supplies at once, it would probably have alerted the main force."

"Okay, everyone, hurry up and move these things away. These are rare and valuable things."

There is strength in numbers. A large number of people rushed over from the back. Some young people jumped directly onto the carriage and unloaded the goods in groups of two.

Many of the ordinary people gathered today worked as coolie porters at the Japanese railway station. No one knew better than them how to unload goods quickly from train carriages.

Next, the rear carriage was opened, and this time it was filled with cotton cloth, a large amount of cotton cloth. It happened that the main force was short of military uniforms, so this was a timely relief.

As long as this batch of cotton cloth is delivered to the base, it will not only solve the problem of uniforms for the main force, but their guerrillas will also probably benefit from it. They will be very proud to put on new uniforms.

Our troops had a very hard time in the Hebei Plain. The Japanese built artillery towers everywhere and constantly compressed our space for activities. Even the main force could not guarantee that every member had a new uniform, not to mention the local guerrillas.

In the guerrillas, sometimes a unit of twenty people had only five military caps, and they were tattered. In order to increase the recruits' sense of belonging, they were usually given to them.

Every time the team recruited new members, the old soldiers would consciously take off their military caps and solemnly put them on the new recruits. This scene made everyone feel extremely sad.

But there was no other way. We were all poor, and the Japanese blockade was very strict. Many supplies were simply impossible to obtain. We could only come up with this solution.

Fortunately, all the people who joined the guerrillas didn't care about these things at all. After all, they came to fight the Japanese, not to be bridegrooms. They could still fight the Japanese even if they didn't have new uniforms or good weapons.

Poor people have their own way of fighting, even if it means taking advantage of the Japanese's inattention and hitting them with a club, as long as they can achieve results.