Chapter 122 He is indeed a master, his operation is amazing!
It’s no wonder that Long Wenjian thought this way. Everyone knows how proud Yu Xiaoqing is.

Not to mention his background, even the Zhongzheng rifle might not be of interest to the other party.

The other side only has American weapons in their eyes. Isn't a bird gun a disgrace to them?

"Company commander, look..." A soldier exclaimed, pointing at a group of ragged soldiers that suddenly appeared on the side.

I saw this group of soldiers shooting at the Japanese army with the broken weapons in their hands.

If you look more carefully, you can see more clearly that the opponent's weapons are varied.

Everything!
The most common ones are the old Hanyang rifles with the rifling worn out, occasionally there are Zhongzheng rifles, and a small number of Type 38 rifles.

Obviously, this was captured from the Japanese army.

"Amitabha, all donors, please give way."

Long Wenjian and others were staring in a daze, when suddenly a Buddhist chant was heard behind them.

Everyone was startled and turned around subconsciously, with their fingers on the trigger. If they could not understand the other party's voice, they would probably have fired directly.

This is a battlefield, and everyone's nerves are extremely tense.

That is the veterans. Any new recruits would probably be shot.

The appearance of the person in front of him stunned Long Wenjian, and his mouth opened wide.

I saw a bald monk in a tattered robe with a heavy saddle bag slung around his waist.

At the same time, he was holding a grenade that was obviously homemade, because after the fuse was lit, black smoke came out of it.

The key point was that the monk's next action made Long Wenjian completely confused.

The monk threw it hard towards the Japanese soldiers on the roof in the distance.

sizzle!
The fuse burned out but there was no explosion.

The Japanese soldiers on the roof looked at the grenades below with question marks on their faces.

He cursed "Baka" and then looked forward.

He doesn't know what this monk is trying to do?
In other words, the other party had no weapon in his hand, otherwise he would definitely pull the trigger and shoot the other party.

The Japanese army was quite respectful towards monks.

But he didn’t understand, this was a battlefield, why were there monks here?
Don’t monks just eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures in temples?

result!

Before he could figure it out, another grenade was thrown at him.

The situation from last time is still repeated!

The fuse burned out, but there was no explosion!

This made the Japanese army even more confused.

Looking at each other in confusion!

What do you want to do?

Just when he was hesitating whether to shoot.

As a result, another black shadow was seen flying over.

This time, the Japanese army was completely furious.

Are you kidding me?
The Japanese soldiers felt insulted and were ready to stand up and open fire.

As a result, the grenade exploded directly in the air.

boom!
The power generated by the air explosion directly blew the Japanese soldier off the roof, and he fell heavily, spitting blood.

Until the moment of death, the Japanese soldiers did not understand why the third grenade exploded?

Why do monks kill?
This brilliant move stunned Long Wenjian so much that he was speechless for a moment. It was not until the soldiers around him rushed out and fired at the Japanese army that he came to his senses.

"Monk, that's great, that's great." Long Wenjian walked past the monk, gave him a thumbs up, and then pulled the trigger at the Japanese army.

Da da da!
Da da da!
Another five or six Japanese soldiers were knocked down.

Faced with the powerful firepower of the special forces company, the Japanese army had no ability to fight back, not to mention the harassment on the flanks. At this moment, the Japanese army had already considered retreating.

"Company commander, they should be guerrillas." A soldier pointed at the ragged soldiers in the distance and said in a low voice.

Hearing this, Long Wenjian's pupils suddenly shrank. He didn't expect to encounter guerrillas here.

"Okay, continue killing the Japs." Long Wenjian responded, and then saw the monk following him, especially the bird gun behind him, which made him look sideways, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Monk, your gun is an antique, right? Can it still be used?"

Bird guns are not uncommon. With Long Wenjian's knowledge, has he ever seen people carrying red tasseled spears on the battlefield?

All in all, the bird gun is already an excellent weapon. Although its lethality is average, it still hurts a lot when it hits the body.

"Amitabha, my name is Shihang. It is fate that we can meet today..."

"Although the gun is old, it is a good gun as long as it can kill the Japs." Master Shihang said as he raised the musket, aimed at a Japanese soldier, and then pulled the trigger.

Black smoke rose and a Japanese soldier fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Long Wenjian couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

"Excellent, excellent, master, excellent marksmanship."

This time, Long Wenjian was truly impressed. With such marksmanship, if he were given a good gun, he would definitely be a sharpshooter.

He didn't expect that a monk could have such accurate shooting skills, which made Long Wenjian admire him.

"Here, use this." Long Wenjian thought for a moment and threw the second Garand rifle on his body to Master Shihang.

He has a habit of carrying three guns on his back.

A submachine gun, close combat kills.

A rifle to kill enemies at a long distance.

A pistol for self-defense.

Originally he was reluctant to give the gun, but after seeing Master Shihang's marksmanship and the opponent's musket, Long Wenjian felt sympathy and threw it over.

Who knew that Master Shihang would simply shake his head and refuse.

"Why?" Long Wenjian looked at the other party in confusion.

"Thank you, benefactor. This is enough." Master Shihang showed a kind smile on his face, pointed at the bird gun in his hand, and then pointed at his knapsack and said.

Hearing this, Long Wenjian looked at the other party with curiosity and asked.

"what is this?"

It’s no wonder that he was curious. There was a sense of mystery about the monk that attracted him.

"In the past, the front was filled with scriptures and the back was filled with dry food. Now, they are all filled with gunpowder." As he spoke, Monk Shihang showed murderous intent on his face. His hands did not stop moving. He still loaded the gunpowder and then raised his gun to aim.

Hearing this, Long Wenjian opened his mouth but said nothing. This damn chaotic world has forced monks to go down the mountain to kill the devils.

For a moment, Long Wenjian remembered what the commander had said.

I want things to go back to the way they were.

Thinking of this, Long Wenjian no longer had the desire to continue talking to the monk.

"Seize the time and win quickly." Long Wenjian said to the soldier beside him.

"Yes."

With the guerrillas attracting firepower on the flanks, the rest of the battle became much easier. Relying on powerful firepower, the Japanese army was beaten and could not raise their heads, especially after losing the suppression of machine guns.

Faced with the soldiers of the special forces company who were all armed with submachine guns, they were beaten without any chance to fight back.

Before long, all the Japanese troops in the town were wiped out.

The guerrillas on the flank also entered the town at this time, and the first thing they did was to pick up the Type 38 rifles that the special forces company looked down upon.

The two light machine guns in particular made the guerrillas extremely excited.

"Captain, what's so exciting about those broken guns?" a soldier asked in confusion.

He didn't understand what was so good about those Japanese equipment.

Why are you all so excited?

Especially the soldier who picked up the light machine gun, he was so happy that his mouth was grinning from ear to ear, and he kept wiping the machine gun, treating it as a treasure.

For the soldiers of the special forces company, this was completely incomprehensible.

After all, the submachine guns in their hands have more powerful firepower and are lighter.

Not to mention, there is also the Browning automatic rifle, which can be used as a light machine gun and is much more useful than the Japanese Type 99 rifle.

"Which unit were you from before?" Long Wenjian did not answer but asked back.

"From the 200th Division." The soldier replied puzzledly.

"No wonder. Have you never been among the miscellaneous cannon fodder?" Long Wenjian continued without waiting for his answer.

"If you have ever been in the cannon fodder army, you will know that it is considered great if a regiment has two decent machine guns."

"But I just realized now that I always thought that my useless garrison regiment was raised by a stepmother."

"Now that I look at it, compared to others, I think I am a pretty good stepmother."

"At least it's much better than those concubines. No, they can't even be considered maids."

Long Wenjian looked at the guerrillas in front of him, who were dressed in rags and looked no different from bandits, and said speechlessly.

"Ahem, ahem, Captain, you'd better say less, otherwise..." the soldier reminded in a low voice.

"What are you afraid of? Even if the sky falls, we have the regiment to hold it up." Long Wenjian curled his lips, looking nonchalant.

The soldiers thought about it and it made sense. What did it have to do with them? They were just expressing their feelings.

It was mainly because his previous thinking constrained him and he was always cautious in what he said and did.

"Do you want it? I'll give you half." Long Wenjian had just finished expressing his feelings when he saw a man in tattered clothes walking towards him with a kind smile on his face. He pointed to the collected weapons not far away and said.

"No, you can take them all." With American weapons and equipment, Long Wenjian naturally looked down on these junk, so he shook his head and refused.

Even the new recruits look down on this junk.

I'm used to using American equipment, so I'm really not used to this.

"Thank you." The person in front of him hurriedly thanked him.

This made Long Wenjian even more confused. To be honest, he was still thinking about thanking the other party.

After all, these poor guerrillas helped them fight the Japanese without saying a word, and then said nothing afterwards and just picked up the junk.

I even came to ask if I should give half to you.

For a moment, Long Wenjian felt even more deeply moved.

Just based on the other party's attitude, he won't say anything even if you take everything away.

At this time, Master Shihang's bag was already full of grenades. He ran over, looked at Long Wenjian, performed a Buddhist salute, and asked respectfully.

"Amitabha, are you an expeditionary force?"

It's no wonder that he had this doubt, because during this period of time, expeditionary troops had been entering Yunnan Province from Myanmar one after another.

They have met several times and even participated in escorting.

"Yes, from the Sichuan Army." Long Wenjian thought about it and realized it was not a confidential matter, so he nodded in agreement.

"Ah? Sichuan Army? Is it the Sichuan Army that is so powerful in Myanmar? Aren't you still in Myitkyina? Are you coming back?" The guerrilla leader couldn't help but exclaimed.

They had heard of the reputation of the Sichuan Army Corps. It was said that they killed thousands of devils and defeated the Japanese army.

Now it seems that the rumors are true.

It can be seen from the battle just now that most of the Japanese troops were killed by them. The guerrillas only attracted fire from the flank and the cost was not high, while all the Japanese troops were annihilated.

"No, we are still fighting the Japanese in Myitkyina. This time we are here mainly to gather intelligence." Long Wenjian did not explain in too much detail. After all, the two sides did not know each other well, and things like the connection equipment could not be discussed casually.

"Oh, are you going to fight back? Do you want us to provide you with intelligence? We know the specific deployment of the Japanese army." The guerrilla leader's eyes lit up and he said quickly.

Hearing this, Long Wenjian was stunned. If he said no, the other party would definitely suspect their true purpose.

"Okay, thank you so much. If you have any difficulties, I'll see if I can help." Long Wenjian hesitated for a moment. He always felt that it was not good to take other people's information for free.

If it was Master Yu, he might have taken it with peace of mind.

But the other party was so poor that he didn't even have decent equipment. He treated the machine gun he picked up as a treasure. He really couldn't take it for granted.

"Ah? No, no, we are fine. With this batch of equipment, it will be much easier for us to face the Japanese army next time." The guerrilla leader looked at the American equipment in front of him, his eyes flashed with desire, but he still shook his head to refuse.

"You have a harder life than us. After all, it is a foreign land, and it is a Japanese-occupied area. Life must be hard."

Hearing this, Long Wenjian and others looked at each other in surprise.

Being comforted by someone who is not as good as them.

They really don't know what to say.

Shouldn't you be the ones who are miserable?
Broken and tattered?

I don’t even have any decent clothes!
How come we are the ones suffering?

Shouldn't the Japanese army be the ones who suffer?
When they set out, the Japanese troops on the other side of the river were suffering from artillery attacks every day.

For a moment, they didn't know what to say.

Even Long Wenjian was driven into autism by the incident.

"This is the map we drew. It shows the Japanese strongholds nearby. I'm sorry, I haven't read much, so my drawing is a bit bad." As he said this, the guerrilla leader took out the carefully treasured map, with an embarrassed look on his face.

(End of this chapter)