Bright Sword: Japs, times have changed

The STG44 assault rifle, manufactured in Germany, adopts a pneumatic automatic principle and a bolt-deflection locking method. It has both fully automatic and semi-automatic shooting modes, and a maximum firing rate of 500-600 rounds per minute. It is the world's first assault rifle.

The gun weighs 4.62 kg when empty and 5.12 kg when loaded. It has a total length of 940 mm, a barrel length of 419 mm, an effective range of 300, and uses 7.92 mm caliber bullets.

Compared with traditional rifle ammunition, this type of ammunition is lighter and has a shorter range but sufficient power, making it suitable for use with the SGT44 assault rifle.

This reward alone was enough to make Lin Qiang excited for a while, not to mention that this time the system also rewarded him with radio communications and radio stations.

With these three rewards, Lin Qiang believes that the strength of the special forces team will make a qualitative leap. The semi-automatic rifles in their hands will be replaced with fully automatic assault rifles, which will be a huge improvement in both carrying capacity and firepower.

Lin Qiang couldn't wait to rush back to the camp and ask Xu Lin to make an STG44 assault rifle so that he could personally experience the firepower suppression of the fully automatic rifle.

"Hu Zi, pass the order down, the team returns to the base as quickly as possible!"

"Yes!"

Hu Zi didn't know what was going on and thought that the Japanese reinforcements had arrived. He asked the soldiers to pass on the order one by one, and he stayed behind with his team.

The battle of Xiaowangzhuang resolved the previous inconveniences in movement and also seized a lot of supplies, guns and ammunition.

But what Lin Qiang cared about most were the assault rifle blueprints and bullet blueprints.

So after he returned to the base and stored all kinds of raw materials, he rushed into the arsenal immediately and found the assault rifle blueprint and bullet blueprint that Xu Lin had used on him.

"I want you to make one as quickly as possible, along with fifty rounds of ammunition."

Lin Qiang looked at Xu Lin and asked, "How long will it take to complete?"

Lin Qiang put the materials for making assault rifles and bullets into the warehouse and they can be put into production at any time.

Xu Lin thought about it carefully and replied, "One day, give me one day."

"it is good!"

Lin Qiang said excitedly: "By this time tomorrow, I want to see an assault rifle in your hand."

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

The arsenal has two production lines, and Xu Lin has been fully engaged in producing M1 Garand semi-automatic rifles and large quantities of bullets for a long time.

Lin Qiang learned from Xu Lin that the current production of Garand semi-automatic rifles is fixed at 15 per day, with between 300 and 500 rounds of ammunition.

This data surprised him. He took the notebook from the other party and looked at it. He found that Xu Lin was not lying: "I was right about you. You really gave me a surprise!"

After this period of polishing, Xu Lin is no longer the Xu Lin he used to be. When Lin Qiang praised him, he could still say calmly, "This is because the production line is not producing at full speed. If there were enough manpower, the daily output could be increased a lot!"

Now that the team has grown so much, the logistics department is becoming increasingly short of manpower. Zhao Dezhu has mentioned many times that he is overwhelmed and wants to add some manpower, and now it is the arsenal.

But the frontline combat troops were even more short of manpower, so Lin Qiang could only make a verbal promise: "Don't worry, as long as there are people in the future, I will arrange enough manpower for you as soon as possible."

"Well, Platoon Leader, you're giving me empty promises again."

Xu Lin wasn't buying it. He turned around to get ready and said, "You're just like my brother. You always promise things, but you never deliver."

It takes a day to make an assault rifle, so Lin Qiang certainly can't just sit there and wait. So many days have passed since Chu Yunfei came to visit him, so he should go to the regiment headquarters to find the commander and ask him clearly.

"You don't learn from the good things, but just complain like that guy Zhao Dezhu!"

Lin Qiang had more important things to do, so he said, "Hurry up, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After leaving the arsenal, Lin Qiang found Zhao Dezhu, who was in charge of logistics. As soon as the two met, he heard Zhao Dezhu say the same thing: "Platoon leader, when are you going to give me a few more people? I'm both a father and a mother, and I'm really too busy!"

Compared to the work in the arsenal, Zhao Dezhu's work is indeed much harder. Not only is he responsible for the food in the camp, but he also has to meet the team's ammunition and supply needs.

The team needed to replenish ammunition right after they finished fighting Xiaowangzhuang.

Fortunately, the super warehouse can automatically classify and store materials, otherwise Zhao Dezhu would have to be busy again.

Lin Qiang led him to the warehouse and said, "I know you're working very hard, but there's nothing we can do about it. Who made you so capable?"

"Just because I'm capable, I deserve to suffer?"

Hearing this, Lin Qiang said with a stern face: "Since you don't want to endure this hardship and fatigue, then let someone else do it, starting from tomorrow..."

"No, no, no! No, platoon leader!"

Zhao Dezhu quickly admitted his mistake and begged for mercy, "Platoon Leader, don't you understand me? I always complain about everything I do, otherwise I can't do anything well. No one else can do this tough job except me."

When he heard that someone was going to be replaced, Zhao Dezhu stopped complaining and his expression became much more determined.

Lin suppressed his laughter and asked, "Are you still willing to continue working in logistics?"

"willing!"

Nodding like crazy!

"Do you want me to add more people for you?"

"No, I have more than enough people!"

Shaking head crazily!

"Why don't you change someone? I don't want to see you continue to suffer. Zhuzi, you've lost weight recently."

"No! No need to change people!"

Zhao Dezhu hugged Lin Qiang's arm and said quickly, "Platoon Leader, you're mistaken. I haven't lost weight. I've gained a lot of weight recently."

"Pillars!"

Lin Qiang pretended to be distressed and said, "I really can't bear to see you suffer any more, otherwise..."

Before Lin Qiang could finish, Zhao Dezhu patted his chest and interrupted him: "Look at me, Platoon Leader. My physique is made for hardship and suffering. Believe me, no one else can do this job except me!"

"Really?"

"real!"

Lin Qiang continued to ask: "Then will you continue to work in logistics?"

"no problem!"

Zhao Dezhu laughed, and Lin Qiang also laughed.

"Since you've said that, it would be a bit unkind of me if I didn't fulfill your wish."

The next second, Lin Qiang suddenly changed his tone and said, "I'll give you a chance to show off. Besides the Japanese Type 38 rifles, how many other rifles do we have in our warehouse?"

Zhao Dezhu likes to complain and seems very unreliable, but in fact, he cares more about the tasks assigned to him by Lin Qiang than anyone else.

Why complain, because he wants to do everything himself.

Although the super warehouse has the function of automatic classification and can see the quantity of materials at a glance, Zhao Dezhu still insists on recording every batch of materials entering and leaving the warehouse.

He didn't even need to go to the warehouse to check. He knew how many of the two guns Lin Qiang was talking about were there: "Platoon leader, we sent a batch to the regiment last time, and we don't have many left now. We have 348 Zhongzheng-made rifles, 237 Hanyang-made rifles, and 178 Jin-made rifles that were replaced during this period."

"Why did Jinzao only change so little?"

Zhao Dezhu replied: "Most of the soldiers who joined from the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army were unwilling to replace the Japanese Type 38 rifles. They were more accustomed to the Shanxi-made ones."

The three types of guns add up to a total of only 763 guns, which is a bit too few, less than half of the number brought back from Dagu Town.

This is not okay.

Lin Qiang gave the order: "Inform everyone to change into the Japanese's Type 38 rifles."

"Yes!"