Xiao Yun pinched his brow, interrupting his thoughts. He then got up and went to the military map hanging on the wall, his eyes like torches, searching for every possible supply point.
At the New First Regiment headquarters, Li Yunlong stroked the small cannons and heavy machine guns in the warehouse, a look of reluctance on his face.
"Commander, why don't we keep them? We can just leave them here."
Zhang Da Miao, the First Battalion Commander, licked his lips and urged him on.
His First Battalion was the most combat-effective battalion of the New First Regiment. In terms of concentrated firepower, these two small cannons and a Type 92 heavy machine gun, if kept by the New First Regiment, would most likely be strengthened to his First Battalion.
"Zhang Da Biao, you little rascal, you're truly a genius!"
"This is what the Brigade Commander specifically requested. You dare not refuse?"
"Get a few men from over there, quickly load the small cannons and Type 92 onto the wagon and send them to the Brigade Commander!"
Zhang Da Miao's little flame in his heart was ruthlessly extinguished by Li Yunlong. He endured the pain and turned around, refusing to look at the machine gun and the small cannons.
At the same time, he beckoned to several soldiers in the distance to quickly haul them away. Every extra glance felt like a stab in the heart.
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"Old Xiao, I see a wagon at the village entrance. They say it's from Li Yunlong's New First Regiment, delivering captured supplies. When did this little rascal become so conscious?"
Wang Yan pushed open the door of the 399th Brigade command room and said to Xiao Yun.
Wang Yan was the political commissar assigned by the headquarters to the 399th Brigade. He was a very outstanding political worker and had a good relationship with Xiao Yun. He strongly supported Xiao Yun's work.
"That little rascal Li Yunlong would treat even two sweet potatoes as gold nuggets and hide them away. How could you expect him to proactively hand over spoils of war? I forced him to give them!"
Xiao Yun laughed.
"No wonder, I was wondering why he was willing to send over the Type 92 and the small cannons!"
"Alright, let's not talk about that little rascal anymore. Old Wang, let's go, let's go check out the armory!"
Xiao Yun straightened his belt, picked up his hat from the table and put it on, striding towards the door.
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"Come, carry the machine gun over here!"
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"Put the small cannons here!"
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"Those over there, store the bullets and shells separately!"
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"Report to the Brigade Commander, report to the Political Commissar, the weapons have been stored and inventoried!"
Lao Zhang, the armory keeper, saluted Xiao Yun and Wang Yan.
"Hmm hmm, take good care of them!" Xiao Yun laughed.
The captured weapons delivered by Li Yunlong were a Type 92 heavy machine gun and two 60mm Jin-made mortar guns.
The Type 92 was nothing special. It was the standard heavy machine gun of the Japanese devils, a copy of the Vickers.
The gun body and barrel were covered with cooling fins. It fired 7.7mm bullets, had a rate of fire of over 500 rounds per minute, and weighed 55.2 kg.
Because of the "glug glug glug" sound it made when firing, similar to a wild chicken's call, along with its unique barrel shape, it was also called a wild chicken neck by the Chinese soldiers and civilians.
This thing was arguably the worst heavy machine gun of World War II. It required a whole squad to operate.
A primary and a secondary gunner, 4 people carrying the gun, and 4 people carrying the ammunition boxes.
The key is that its rate of fire wasn't very impressive, its fire suppression wasn't strong, but its accuracy was okay.
It would be slaughtered on any battlefield, but it played a surprisingly powerful role in the Chinese battlefield, where heavy weapons were extremely scarce and equipment was poor.
The two small cannons were 60mm Jin-made mortar guns, estimated to have been captured from the Jin-Sui Army by the Japanese devils, and assigned to the garrison at Xiao Huangzhuang to reinforce their firepower.
"Yes, Brigade Commander, we have the people and the equipment!"
Lao Zhang, the keeper, saluted with a serious expression.
During the Long March, he was once the squad leader of Xiao Yun's guard platoon. He was injured in battle and had to limp after recovering. He was forced to retire from the frontline combat units and transferred to the logistics department to continue shining.
Xiao Yun held great respect for this soldier with such unwavering faith. He returned the salute and patted his shoulder before leaving the armory with the Political Commissar, Wang Yan.
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"Brigade Commander, Political Commissar, the soldiers from Xiao Wangzhuang reported that a group of devils passed through the edge of our defense zone in a truck. The wheel tracks were very deep, estimated to be a Japanese transport team!"
Liu Zhixuan, the deputy brigade commander in charge of intelligence, came up to them as soon as they returned to the command room.
"A Japanese transport team? This is the perfect opportunity to use the 80mm mortar!"
Xiao Yun's lips twitched, he had already decided in his heart to take down this Japanese transport team.
The 80mm mortar was no ordinary equipment, it was usually very difficult to find a suitable opportunity to deploy it.
A Japanese transport team was the perfect opportunity!
After all, it was a transport team, it was not unusual for them to transport anything. Even heavy artillery was possible, let alone mortars.
"Pass my order, Guard Platoon, Artillery Platoon, assemble!"