A magazine of 30,000 rounds, you call it Hanyang

"Snapped!"

Nomura Fubuki's hand slipped and the telescope in her hand fell onto the stone on the ground with a bang.

Then, he collapsed to the ground as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant.

It turned out that those who were firing at them, causing them heavy losses and blocking their entire regiment for more than half an hour were actually just the old, young, sick and weak!

They are ordinary villagers who couldn't be more ordinary.

"Ah - Nani! Nani! Can someone tell me what is going on?"

Nomura Fubuki collapsed directly.

Who would have thought that the villagers, who were powerless just two weeks ago, would now have a fighting capacity that surpassed that of professional soldiers!

It was almost like a dream.

From the elderly to children, almost everyone is a sharpshooter.

These are not ordinary villagers, aren't they definitely a fighting nation?

What Nomura didn't know was that there was a reason for all of this.

The military qualities of the villagers of Shijiaopo Village did not come out of nowhere, but were earned through countless hard work.

Before leaving here, Zheng Kaixuan arranged for several soldiers from the Sharp Knife Regiment to stay and help the villagers form the Shijiaopo Militia, which all villagers can join.

Not only Shijiaopo, but also several surrounding villages, a team of nearly a thousand people was organized.

Among them, there were only more than a hundred young and strong men, and the rest were all old, young, women and children.

Almost all who could join the army came.

The next day, Zheng Kaixuan sent people to deliver a large amount of equipment and supplies to the Shijiaopo militia.

There were more than a thousand Type 100 rifles and Hanyang semi-automatic rifles.

There were four ordinary mortars, plus two previously captured from Shijiaopo, for a total of six mortars.

The most important thing is that Zheng Kaixuan gave them almost millions of blank bullets!

And all the members of the Shijiaopo militia did not disappoint Zheng Kaixuan's expectations.

Under the guidance of several spearhead regiment soldiers, they worked hard day and night to learn combat skills.

Many villagers only sleep for more than five hours a day. After waking up and doing housework, they start training.

In just over ten days, they fired millions of blank rounds.

There are shooting ranges everywhere around Shijia Village, and there are places for shooting practice everywhere.

On average, each person consumes 700 to 800 blank bullets every day, which is almost the amount of ammunition many ordinary soldiers use for several years or even half a lifetime.

Practice makes perfect.

There is no such thing as a natural-born sharpshooter. Shooting skills are learned through repeated and hard practice.

The villagers here are very hardworking and dedicated. Many of them have blisters and new calluses on their palms from holding guns.

Because they have experienced the despair of being at the mercy of others.

Hundreds of people were imprisoned together by the Japanese, and could lose their lives at any time. They watched helplessly as their homes were almost destroyed and their loved ones almost died, feeling the despair of being unable to do anything.

They don't want to have that feeling anymore.

That kind of humiliation is something you will never forget for the rest of your life.

Sense of shame and then courage.

It is the humiliation and despair they have experienced that constantly whip the villagers. They want to become strong, and they want to use their own strength to defend their homes and their country!

If the Japs dare to come again, they will be destroyed!

So when the Japanese really came again, the tragedy of the previous time did not happen again.

The children who were playing dropped their toys and followed the adults in picking up the guns.

Women wearing aprons, cooking, washing clothes and feeding poultry dropped their housework and picked up guns.

The old ladies who were basking in the sun brushed off the dust on their bodies and picked up their guns.

The old man who was playing chess put down the chessboard, threw away his crutches and picked up the gun!

The young men who were shooting at the range immediately loaded their weapons with live ammunition and rushed towards the village entrance.

Here, no one is afraid of death.

Here, everyone is a soldier!

Zhao Sheng, a soldier of the Sharp Knife Regiment's militia stationed in Shijiaopo and the squad leader of the first squad of the third company of the first battalion, reported the situation in Shijiaopo to Zheng Kaixuan while fighting.

After receiving the news, Zheng Kaixuan immediately led his men to set off without stopping.

"Captain, I plan to take the young and strong brothers of the militia and split them into two groups to harass the Japanese from the flank and rear. Is this feasible?"

There is almost no soldier in the Sharp Knife Regiment who does not look like Zheng Kaixuan.

Each one is bolder than the other! Each one is more adventurous than the other!

As soon as Zheng Kaixuan heard what Zhao Sheng said, he understood what he was thinking.

"Zhao Sheng, are you planning to charge into the enemy's main camp and launch a decapitation operation?"

"I'm telling you, don't act rashly. Although you've stopped the enemy's attack, this entire enemy regiment isn't something you can easily destroy."

"Your mission now is to lead the villagers to defend Shijiapo until I arrive. Don't take any risky actions. If you dare to disobey orders and act on your own, I will peel off your skin! Do you understand?"

Zheng Kaixuan decisively rejected Zhao Sheng's request.

It's true that the Shijiapo militia's marksmanship is good, but there are too few young and strong men. There are only less than 200 people.

The elderly, the weak, women and children were not suitable for and could not fight a full-scale battle due to their lack of physical strength.

In other words, facing an entire Japanese regiment, they were only suitable for defending by relying on the terrain and had no offensive strength at all.

Besides, apart from a hundred Hanyang semi-automatic rifles, the entire militia did not have many high-tech weapons.

We have no advantage over the Japanese in heavy firepower equipment.

If Zhao Sheng's adventure fails, the consequences will be unimaginable.

In fact, the fact that a militia force that had only been established for half a month could hold off the fierce attack of an entire infantry regiment of the Japanese for nearly an hour without being defeated or retreating, and even gaining the upper hand, was enough to make Zhao Sheng and the people of Shijiaopo proud.

"Yes! Commander, I promise to obey your orders and wait for your arrival."

On the other side, Zheng Kaixuan also knew that he had to speed up.

"System, batch modify ten level 13 Triumph drones."

Using the lieutenant colonel shoulder straps he had just obtained on the battlefield, he modified it again to create ten manned drones.

Immediately afterwards, forty level 13 and 14 drones carrying Chen Shengli and thirty-nine warriors from the first battalion, fully armed with fully automatic rifles, headed towards Shijiaopo.

Soon, Nomura Fubuki discovered these spearhead soldiers falling from the sky, and his face changed drastically.

"Oh no! It's the Sharp Knife Regiment who's here! Is General Nakamura finished?"