This killer star of the War of Resistance Against Japan was only 9 years old.

In subsequent training sessions, Bai Luo gradually increased the weight on Sha Niu.

As Bai Luo continued to increase the amount of food and meat provided to Sha Niu, Sha Niu's face, which had been so thin that she looked almost unrecognizable, gradually became rounder.

However, instead of giving Sha Niu a gun from the system store, he borrowed a Czech light machine gun from Wang Wu for her to carry.

The weight has been increased from 20 kilograms to 90 kilograms. With this weight, Sha Niu can run at about the same speed as Bai Luo, who is carrying 40 kilograms.

A week later, Bai Luo found several guerrillas and, under his command, set up a shooting range.

I started teaching the silly girl some simple shooting techniques, using a Czech light machine gun, mainly to make up for the lack of accuracy with firepower.

Wang Wu, bored, decided to come and see how a boy under 9 years old could train a girl with an IQ of less than 9.

After observing for a while, he was greatly shocked and shamelessly asked his guerrillas to come and learn as well, asking them to give him some pointers after he finished training.

Of course, there was a price to pay. The light machine gun, which was originally borrowed, now truly belonged to the silly girl.

Bai Luo didn't demand too much precision from Sha Niu's marksmanship. After all, machine gunners are about suppressing fire, and as long as Sha Niu can hit the target with one burst of fire, that's fine.

Today is the 12th day of training, and there are 3 more days until they depart for Suzhou.

As dusk settled in the afternoon, Bai Luo was carrying a large object in his arms.

He walked over to the silly girl and handed her the big thing he was holding.

"Your gun!"

Silly Girl blankly reached out and took it, while the gun Bai Luo handed to Silly Girl was a modern-day American-made M249 light machine gun.

"I'll teach you how to use it after we finish eating." He then lowered his head and began to eat.

This M249 was also custom-made by the system. With the addition of a silencer, it is 85 centimeters long, and the bipod under the gun has been replaced with a vertical grip.

Considering that the girl's intelligence is not good at handling delicate things, a fixed 2x standard scope is used, the stock is replaced with a telescopic one, and the barrel is also equipped with a whole system of high-tech features.

It only gets hot after firing 1 rounds in a row and the barrel needs to be replaced. In order to save points, the caliber of this gun has also been changed to 7.92 caliber, which is similar to that of a Czech light machine gun. It is also easier to collect bullets in peacetime.

枪加配件一共花费了118积分，又兑换了俩个200发的弹鼓，一条350发的弹链，又花掉了37.5积分（机枪子弹1积分20发）

After indulging in food and drinks during this period, I still have 69 points left.

Sighing inwardly, Bai Luo thought to himself, "It's like going back to square one."

But we only have 3 days left before departure. With the departure date fast approaching, how many points can we earn on the road? There are so many checkpoints and fortresses along the way; we'll surely take down a few of them.

If Wang Wu knew what Bai Luo was thinking, I wonder if he would still be able to laugh.

Finally, around 10 p.m. on the third night, Bai Luo received a notification from Wang Wu to prepare to depart.

He woke up the silly girl sleeping next to him, and the silly girl replied, "Is dinner ready?" which made Bai Luo both angry and amused.

The two quickly packed their gear, not exchanging too much equipment for the silly girl, only exchanging a durable windbreaker and a pair of tactical boots in the daily necessities category.

A set of Russian heavy armor full-protection bulletproof vest, after all, machine gunners are quite hated, 22 points to get it, mainly for safety and cost-effectiveness.

The weight of the bulletproof vest is a bit unfriendly; only Stanford has the characteristics of a mule.

Less than five minutes later, the two finished getting ready and went out to meet at the entrance of the camp.

Wang Wu was speechless when he saw the silly girl's outfit. Why was she wearing a vest? It looked quite thick, but weren't her arms cold? The weather was starting to get cold in November, and it was estimated that it would start snowing in a few days.

They are currently in northern Jiangsu Province, near Xu City. They need to pick up a group of technicians near Huai City and send them to Jiangsu City. Because there are too many people and Jiangsu Province has already been occupied, the largest guerrilla force is Wang Wu's.

Therefore, the task naturally fell to Wang Wu.

With Wang Wu's command to set off, they followed the guerrillas sent by the Huai City guerrilla force to head southeast.

Around 1 a.m., the team reached their first rest stop. The guerrilla fighter sent by Huai City, who was also a Red Party liaison officer from their area, was named Zhuang Pu.

"Old Wang, why do you have two kid soldiers with you? One of them isn't even as tall as my gun!"

"Don't you know how difficult this mission is? You're dressed in all sorts of bright colors."

"Old Zhuang, they're not my soldiers. They're going the same way as us, so I'll give these two kids a ride. Don't worry, they won't hold us back."

They're just as good at fighting as you. Don't ask for specifics; it's too complicated to explain in a few words.

Zhuang Pu opened his mouth but didn't say anything more. Out of trust in Wang Wu, he didn't press the matter further.

Bai Luo was resting his head on Sha Niu's lap, thinking about how to find his aunt when he got to Shanghai. After all, he only knew that his aunt's name was Bai Xiumei and that she ran a clothing store in the French Concession.

We know nothing else. Even the old man from the neighboring village didn't know if he was still alive; he didn't see him when they collected the body. He's probably still alive.

Although he transmigrated into this body, he also inherited its emotions. His grandmother gave him a letter, instructing him to give it to his aunt. He didn't read what it said, as the original owner was illiterate and didn't want to read it.

As I was thinking, a drop of water suddenly dripped onto my forehead. I thought it was raining, but then I realized that the silly girl was asleep with her head down, and the drop on my forehead was her drool.

Seeing that another drop was about to fall, Bai Luo quickly rolled over and got off the silly girl's lap, an action that instantly woke the silly girl up.

With her hazy eyes, the silly girl looked at Bai Luo and said, "Little Luo, aren't you going to lie down?"

Bai Luo's lips twitched. "I'm not lying down anymore. You should get some sleep. I'll wake you up when we leave."

Upon hearing this, the silly girl immediately leaned back, rested her head on her backpack, and fell asleep without even noticing the machine gun on the backpack was digging into her skin.

Wang Wu happened to see this and waved to Bai Luo, signaling him to come over.

After seeing the signal, Bai Luo stretched and walked over.

"Uncle Wang, what's up?" Ever since he learned that Bai Luo was not even 9 years old, Wang Wu had made Bai Luo call him uncle. At first, Bai Luo was unwilling, after all, his mental age was what it was. Later, he couldn't persuade Wang Wu and changed his form of address.

However, this was also due to their increasingly close relationship, coupled with Bai Luo's growing respect for these admirable anti-Japanese heroes.

"Xiao Luo, this is your Uncle Zhuang. He's here to pick us up from Huai City. We've been traveling by night and sleeping during the day, and we've already scouted the route. It's several hundred kilometers from here to Suzhou City. Can you handle it?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Luo realized that he had originally planned to take down a couple of pillboxes for fun, but now that seemed unlikely. However, he wasn't in a hurry; once he got to Shanghai, he could cause as much trouble as he wanted.

After all, in Shanghai, even a brick falling from the ground could potentially hit a spy. That place was his paradise, and with the monitoring radar, he wasn't afraid of killing the wrong person.

If you were to work for the Military Intelligence Bureau, you'd get promoted several ranks in a year.

"It's alright, Uncle Wang. Don't you know me? This little road is no problem for me."

After saying that, he nodded to Uncle Zhuang, whom Wang Wu had mentioned, and said "Hello, Uncle Zhuang." Seeing that there was nothing more for him to do, he swayed back to lie down next to the silly girl.