Bright Sword: Japs, times have changed

There are two purposes for letting soldiers replace their rifles with the Type 38 rifle. On the one hand, it is to free the soldiers from the constraints of guns, so that they can easily kill the Japanese with any gun they pick up.

Another purpose was to give an explanation to the regiment commander Li Yunlong. Instead of waiting to be robbed, it would be better to hand over part of the guns voluntarily. These guns would be useless if they were kept.

The rifles that were voluntarily handed over might be the ones that the team had replaced. If Li Yunlong asked for it in person, it might not be so easy to get rid of them.

Although Qian Bojun's 1st Battalion was an infantry battalion, it had a lot of good equipment, including Type 99 light machine guns, Czech-style and Type 92 heavy machine guns, and mortars.

Lin Qiang doesn't plan to give away these goodies just yet.

While the soldiers were queuing up to replace their rifles, Lin Qiang found a few soldiers and asked them to bring the radio and the wireless to the place where the team was training.

Lin Qiang didn't need to worry about the use of radio and wireless. Duan Peng had already taught this professional knowledge to other soldiers, so he didn't go with them.

With the support of this batch of equipment, the special forces will be more adept at carrying out their missions in the future.

I have to say that the system is very considerate and is constantly improving the special forces bit by bit.

Time passed quickly. When Lin Qiang was training with the soldiers, Zhao Dezhu approached him and said, "Platoon leader, the soldiers have all their replacements completed. Including the ones brought back from Dagu Town, there are over 700 Jin-made rifles in total."

Including the rifles from before, there are now thousands of guns in total. If I send these to the regiment headquarters, can the commander still blame me for letting him take the blame?

That's absolutely not possible. Besides, why would he blame me for handing over so many weapons? He might even buy me a drink, hold my hand and tell me to take the blame next time!

Lin Qiang felt a little proud and even changed his mind. He planned to deliver the supplies to the regiment headquarters in person. For no other reason, he just wanted to see whether Li Yunlong's expression-changing speed was the same as he had seen before.

"Hurry up and load these guns onto the trucks. I'll personally deliver them to the regimental headquarters tomorrow morning."

After giving the order, Lin Qiang was about to continue training when he suddenly thought of the ammunition issue and added, "Don't load the bullets. I'll organize a live-fire shooting when I come back."

Thousands of guns were given away just like that?

Zhao Dezhu suspected he had misheard and asked, "Platoon Leader, are you saying we should send all these guns to the regiment headquarters?"

That’s more than a thousand guns!

It can equip an entire regiment of troops, how can it be given away just like that?!

"Zhu Zi, you can't see far enough."

Lin Qiang explained in detail, "Sooner or later, the commander will find out about the weapons we brought back from Dagu Town. He's expected to take half of them, so it's better for us to deliver the replacement weapons ourselves. There's no use for us keeping them, and the guns won't produce offspring."

"What we really need are light and heavy machine guns and mortars. The Type 38 rifles in the warehouse alone are more than enough for a platoon leader like us, with thousands of men, to use. We need to make choices and follow orders!"

"Yes!"

Although everything Lin Qiang said made sense, and Zhao Dezhu also understood the principle of sacrificing the small to protect the big, sending out such a large batch of weapons at once would be very uncomfortable for him, the head of the logistics department.

This is like raising a daughter for more than 20 years, watching her grow up, and then a young man comes along and marries her without saying anything, just with an ultrasound report.

…………

Early the next morning.

Zhao Dezhu knocked on Lin Qiang's door with dark circles under his eyes. Lin Qiang had already gotten up and was studying the future development direction on the map.

Hearing the knock on the door, Lin Qiang said without raising his head: "The door is not closed, come in!"

After getting permission, Zhao Dezhu gently pushed open the door. Without entering the room, he reported at the door: "Report to the platoon leader, the mission you assigned has been completed."

"Oh."

Lin Qiang then stood up and turned his eyes away from the map. The pencil in his hand was sharpened to the length of a finger joint. After marking a location, he said to Zhao Dezhu, "Thank you for your hard work. Go and inform the monk to come here to find me."

Only then did Lin Qiang notice Zhao Dezhu's dark eye sockets. Looking at him from his position, it felt like his eyes had been punched twice.

"Zhu Zi, you didn't sleep all night?"

Zhao Dezhu is the boss in charge of logistics. Without Lin Qiang and his approval, no one can take out a bullet from the warehouse.

Not only that, they also control the lifeblood of every team, food.

Who dares to hit him?

Apart from this factor, it can only be attributed to staying up all night without sleeping.

Zhao Dezhu nodded and said, "I didn't sleep all night."

"You can come to me if you can't sleep next time."

Hearing Lin Qiang's words, Zhao Dezhu thought there was some good solution, and quickly asked: "Platoon leader, do you know how to treat insomnia?"

"What's so hard about this?"

Lin Qiang put down his pencil and said with a smile, "I'll give you an extra five kilometers of physical training tonight. After that, I promise you'll sleep soundly."

"Then there's no need to bother the platoon leader."

Zhao Dezhu ran to inform the monk as if he was escaping, as if he would be forced to practice more if he was slow.

How could Lin Qiang not know why Zhao Dezhu couldn't sleep? It seemed that yesterday's explanation didn't work at all.

This cannot be blamed on Zhao Dezhu being stingy. When they first received the system reward, each person only had ten bullets.

Many people ask what to do after the fight? Bit with teeth? Hit with gun? Chop with knife?

Or just wait to die when you run out of bullets?

In this regard, Lin Qiang just wants to say that when the bullets are used up, just bite with your teeth, smash with your guns, and chop with your knives. When there are no bullets, any part of the soldiers' bodies can become a weapon to kill the enemy.

Bayonets, stones on the ground, and wooden sticks can all be useful weapons.

No soldier would wait to die after running out of bullets.

In short, he was tired of being poor. After finally becoming a landlord, he had to give half of his family's fertile land to other people to cultivate. Anyone would be unable to sleep all night.

After a while, the sweaty monk came running over and asked in a steady voice, "Platoon Leader, what are you looking for me for? Do you have any mission?"

"Do you want to go out and move around?"

The monk thought some action was about to take place, and was extremely happy. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, I do! I'm going to get lice if I stay in the base all day!"

"Didn't we just attack Xiaowangzhuang yesterday?"

"The battle was over so quickly, I didn't even fire a few shots before it was over."

During the battle of Xiaowangzhuang yesterday, the monk was Lin Qiang's bodyguard and did not directly participate in the battlefield. By the time he and Lin Qiang rushed over together, the battle was already over.

After one battle, two Japanese soldiers who wanted to escape were killed. A total of five shots were fired. The monk remembered it clearly!

"okay!"

After Lin Qiang walked out of the house, he said to him, "Go wash your face first. I'll wait for you in the warehouse. Come with me to the regiment headquarters."

"Hey, that's great!"