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

Of course, when leaving, Zheng Kaixuan did not forget to take away the guns and bullets from the Japanese soldiers he had killed.

There were three devils in total, and he got a total of 120 bullets.

"Damn, the Japs have so much ammunition!"

Zheng Kaixuan couldn't help but sigh.

Compared with the ordinary Eighth Route Army soldiers who were only equipped with eight or ten rounds of ammunition each, the Japanese were indeed as rich as a wealthy man.

"No, system. I killed three devils, but you only gave me two chances to change my magic."

Zheng Kaixuan suddenly remembered this crucial matter and asked in confusion.

At this time, he had already walked out of the protection of the big rock and was lying next to the third Japanese soldier he had killed. He then quickly took off the epaulettes of that Japanese soldier.

[Ding, this is a private's shoulder patch. Modification is currently unavailable.]

Zheng Kaixuan sighed helplessly, but he was reluctant to throw away the pair of epaulettes, so he stuffed them into his pocket.

He felt that since the system liked epaulettes so much, then these epaulettes would definitely be useful in the future.

Then, he no longer hesitated, stood up, and rushed quickly towards the direction of Wang Chengzhu at the bottom of the valley.

"It's Brother Triumph! He's charging again!"

Wang Xikui, who was in the trench halfway up the mountain, had sharp eyes and saw Zheng Kaixuan rushing out from behind a big rock at a glance.

His shout immediately alarmed Shen Quan.

"Good boy! He's really good! Machine gunner, provide cover fire!"

Shen Quan was also surprised when he saw Zheng Kaixuan running wildly.

Zheng Kaixuan had just hidden himself, and he even thought that the boy had been shot and killed.

Now, Zheng Kaixuan has three Type 38 rifles on his back, which makes him look very cool on the battlefield!

This means that just now, in this short moment, Zheng Kaixuan killed three Japanese devils by himself!

"Da da da……"

Zheng Kaixuan jumped left and right, constantly using rocks as cover to quickly move downwards.

A Japanese machine gun was aimed at him, and bullets were continuously fired in front and behind him, sparks flying and stirring up clouds of dust.

"boom!"

Wang Xikui, who was halfway up the mountain, adjusted the sight scale and killed the Japanese machine gunner with one shot from 300 meters away.

"Well done, Xizi!"

Zheng Kaixuan exclaimed in admiration, and the pressure was immediately relieved. He leaped up and rolled quickly, finally reaching the bottom of the valley and next to Wang Chengzhu, who was hiding behind two rocks.

It’s a long story, but in fact, the total time it took for Zheng Kaixuan to jump out of the trench, kill three Japanese devils, and modify the Hanyang-type tank twice was only a few minutes.

During these few minutes, because Shen Quan, Wang Xikui and others were on the mountain and were suppressing the enemy with firepower, the Japanese soldiers who were encircling Wang Chengzhu from both sides did not advance too far.

Now, the Japanese on the left are more than thirty meters away from them, and the Japanese on the right are no more than forty meters away from them.

Moreover, the Japanese had entered the blind spot of Shen Quan and others.

At this critical moment, Zheng Kaixuan finally arrived.

"Zhu Zi, don't be afraid, I'm coming."

Wang Chengzhu was actually not as nervous as Zheng Kaixuan imagined.

When he saw Zheng Kaixuan coming, he was stunned for a moment, then patted Zheng Kaixuan on the shoulder, and then grinned happily.

"Brother Kaixuan, you came at the perfect time. Let me show you my skills."

As Wang Chengzhu spoke, he adjusted the firing angle of the mortar beside him.

He adjusted the mortar barrel so that it was almost straight towards the sky above his head.

Then he picked up a cannonball from the wooden box next to him and threw it into the barrel.

"boom!"

The shell shot almost straight into the sky.

Wang Chengzhu's bold move almost scared Zheng Kaixuan silly.

"Zhu Zi, you can't play like this!"

Zheng Kaixuan almost thought Wang Chengzhu was going to commit suicide.

How could a mortar be fired at their heads? If this shell had landed, wouldn't they have been completely blasted black and blue?

Or maybe it's a little bit here and there...

"Boom!"

Just when Zheng Kaixuan was wondering, the mortar shell landed on the Japanese position on the left, more than 30 meters away from them.

"Boom!"

Seven or eight Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces and met their death.

Before Zheng Kaixuan could even exclaim in surprise, Wang Chengzhu loaded another mortar shell into the barrel and fired at the Japanese position on the right.

The Japanese soldiers forty meters away on the right suddenly let out another howl.

Zheng Kaixuan was completely stunned.

"Zhu Zi, you're really amazing, using a mortar as a pistol!"

Mortars are long-range attack weapons that can only hit targets at long distances, not at close ranges.

As a military fan, Zheng Kaixuan had never heard of anyone using a mortar to hit a target as close as thirty or forty meters.

It is said that Wang Chengzhu is the god of artillery in "Bright Sword". Seeing is believing. After experiencing it personally, Zheng Kaixuan realized that Wang Chengzhu's artillery skills are truly amazing!

Wang Chengzhu was in a killing mood. He grabbed some shells and fired left and right. He didn't stop in time and all the shells in the box were gone in a blink of an eye.

"It's over, no more bullets, run!"

Wang Chengzhu grinned at Zheng Kaixuan a little embarrassedly.

"Brother Kaixuan, the Japanese are about to attack us. Help me carry the mortar and run."

Wang Chengzhu’s biggest dream is to capture a mortar of his own. Until now, he has not forgotten to run away with the mortar.

Zheng Kaixuan was almost speechless because of him.

This Japanese Type 97 mortar weighs 65.8 kilograms, more than pounds. Carrying it up the mountain? Can it outrun the Japanese bullets?

On the left side of the valley, three Japanese soldiers with charred bodies rushed to a distance of more than 20 meters from them, shouting.

"Bagayalu! Kill that Eighth Route Army soldier firing the cannon!"

Mortars have their limitations, especially when it comes to scattered and moving Japanese soldiers, it is difficult to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

These three devils were the ones who were affected by the artillery fire but escaped without suffering serious damage.

The Japanese were different from the Ma family army and bandits in the northwest. They were very vicious.

The more they were beaten and hurt, the angrier they became.

"Why are you running? I'm here, so what are you afraid of? Once we wipe out all the Japs at the bottom of the valley, won't this mortar be ours?"

Zheng Kaixuan packed up a small amount, took off a few Type 38 rifles from his back, threw them to Wang Chengzhu, and then placed the Hanyang rifle in his hand in the gap between two large rocks.

"Zhu Zi, clear the formation for me!"

After saying that, Zheng Kaixuan took advantage of the terrain and opened fire at the Japanese.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Wang Chengzhu was immediately stunned when Zheng Kaixuan opened fire.

"No, Brother Kaixuan, what kind of gun is this?"

"Hanyang-made, what's wrong?"

"No, which Hanyang rifle can fire continuously? And can it fire so many bullets?"