Chapter 49 The pressure is on Meng Fan’s turn!
"Commander, we found some things in the village." At this time, Xue Tian, ​​who was in charge of cleaning up the battlefield, came over and reported with a gloomy face.

Looking at Xue Tian's expression, Cun Yunsheng felt something was wrong. He must have encountered something.

"What's the matter?" He asked the other party to lead the way.

"We found some people in a house. Some of them had been tortured to death, and the rest were barely alive. According to the information they provided, they were all Chinese people who lived here. After the Japanese army arrived, they were arrested." Xue Tian suppressed his inner anger and told the whole story in detail.

After hearing Xue Tian's words, Lin Yi, who originally thought it was a bit cruel, suddenly became indignant and started cursing.

"These bastards, it's too easy for them to just kill them like this."

It is easy to imagine what the scene was like to make Lin Yi, who is usually gentle and elegant, so angry.

"Can it still be saved?" Cun Yunsheng stopped and asked.

"Yes, but their wounds are infected and festering, and many of them have high fevers. They may need penicillin." Xue Tian knew about the existence of penicillin. After all, Meng Fanle's leg was cured by penicillin.

They all know that there is a miracle drug that is specifically designed to treat wound infections.

"Let the medical team apply medicine to them." Hearing that they could still be saved, Cun Yunsheng stopped talking nonsense and immediately sent people to rescue them.

"These natives are really beasts." Meng was annoyed and couldn't help but curse.

"This incident also taught us a lesson, that is, those who are not of our race must have different hearts. If we encounter such a situation next time, we must be careful." Cun Yunsheng reminded again.

He believed that after this incident, everyone would be more careful.

Don't be stupid and believe what the natives say.

"In addition, we also found an armory." Xue Tian was so shocked by the cruel scene that he had forgotten about the armory. Only now did he remember it and said quickly.

"There is an arsenal in such a small village?" Meng Fan was stunned. If it was a town, the possibility would be greater. But it was too ridiculous to find an arsenal in such a small village.

In fact, after Cun Yunsheng came to the village, he used the golden finger to transfer all the weapons and equipment he obtained to a basement.

"Is this strange? The British army has been operating here for hundreds of years. Isn't it normal to have weapons and equipment?" Cun Yunsheng asked quickly, looking excited.

"Where is it? Take us there quickly."

"We found it by accident in a basement." Xue Tian then brought a few people to a house that was under strict security.

Inside the house, soldiers from the guard company were moving weapons from the basement.

Looking at the dazzling array of weapons, Meng Fanle and others were so shocked that they were speechless.

This is really unbelievable.

"Wow, there are so many weapons in one village. They are all new and unopened."

"What kind of rifle is this?" Lin Yi asked puzzledly, pointing at the brand new rifle that had just been opened.

"Springfield rifle, this is authentic American equipment." Cun Yunsheng looked at the weapon in front of him and explained lovingly.

"And the Thompson submachine gun. You can fire a whole magazine of bullets in a few seconds by pulling the trigger."

"Commander, the firepower of our guard company is a little weak. Please give all these Thompson submachine guns to our company. After all, the guard company is the face of our regiment." Xue Tian said righteously when he saw the other people with red eyes trying to grab weapons and equipment.

After hearing this, the other people also stopped what they were doing.

This is indeed true. Didn’t you see that when Yu Xiaoqing came to recruit soldiers, the guards following him were holding Thompson submachine guns?

That momentum and equipment made countless cannon fodders envious.

If the guard company is equipped with such weapons and equipment, it will be a great success.

"I can't give it all to you." Cun Yunsheng had his own plans.

"At most, we'll give you 20 submachine guns per company." Although the firepower at the regimental level could not match that of the U.S. military, the firepower between squads could still be achieved.

Try to ensure that each squad has one submachine gun, one M1 Garand rifle, the rest are Springfield rifles, and if possible, they will also be equipped with Browning light machine guns.

If such team firepower can be achieved, it will be a dimensionality reduction attack on the Japanese army.

"Ah? Only twenty?" Xue Tian was a little dissatisfied. He originally thought that if not a hundred, he would at least give fifty.

After all, the guard company is responsible for ensuring the safety of the regiment headquarters.

If the Japanese get to the regiment headquarters, how can we stop the enemy without strong firepower?

"Why do we need so many? The guard company doesn't need to go to the battlefield. It's enough to protect the regiment headquarters." Cun Yunsheng glared, then looked at other weapons.

"120mm heavy mortar."

Looking at the open box in front of him, Cun Yunsheng couldn't help but sigh.

"Krupp will be busy next."

As soon as he finished speaking, Krupp's voice appeared over there.

"Commander, Commander, I heard that an armory was found here? Are there any heavy artillery?"

"Well, it's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. As soon as I mentioned Krupp, he came." Meng Fanle shook his head and said.

"Let's see, top student, can you use the 120mm heavy mortar?"

"Don't brag, that would be embarrassing."

Krupp, who was already used to Meng Fan's sharp tongue, pretended not to hear him and looked at the opened 120mm heavy mortar.

"It really is a 120mm heavy mortar. Where are the shells? Are there any shells?" Krupp asked anxiously.

Without shells, everything is useless. There are not many of these shells produced.

Even if there were any, they were only equipped to elite troops. Other warlords could only purchase them on the black market or from the great powers.

"It's here." Cun Yunsheng pointed to the ammunition box next to him and asked.

"Do you know how to use it? Don't let yourself get diarrhea later."

"No problem. This thing is no different from an ordinary mortar. It just requires more people. I will operate it myself when the time comes. There will be absolutely no problem." Krupp assured, patting his chest.

"Krupp, don't brag. Aren't you from the anti-tank artillery field? Can you use heavy artillery? If we find a howitzer next time, will you be able to use it?"

"I didn't expect you to be such a versatile person." Meng Fanle was famous for his sharp tongue. He always doubted whether Krupp was really capable.

"I used to study artillery, so I have tried all kinds of artillery. I have even touched a 120mm heavy mortar before," Krupp explained with his neck stiff.

"That means you're not familiar with it. Don't let it get out of hand later." Meng Fanle hit him again.

"Hmph, don't worry, there will be absolutely no problem. As long as the coordinates are correct, there will be no mistakes." Krupp almost guaranteed it with his own personality.

"Okay, Sifanla is just a sharp-tongued person. Ignore him. Have someone take the cannon back to your artillery company and familiarize yourself with it as soon as possible." Cun Yunsheng shook his head to stop the two people from quarreling.

"Yes, Commander." Krupp stood at attention and saluted, then called on the people in the artillery company to help carry the mortars and shells back.

"There are two more radios." Seeing two more things being moved out of the house, Cun Yunsheng exclaimed, then looked at Meng Fan again.

"The pressure is now on your communications company."

(End of this chapter)