novelAbuy Chapter 92 Giving Zhao Shitou a gun
Chapter 92 Giving Zhao Shitou a gun
Wei Dayong plopped down, eating a steamed bun as he said, "Stone, you want a gun? What's wrong? Are you strong enough? Can't even pull the bolt?"
"Hahaha!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers sitting next to him burst into laughter, finding it quite amusing.
"Who said that?! I can!" Zhao Shitou responded noncommittally.
"Yo ho!"
This immediately attracted the attention of all the soldiers in the mess hall.
Wang Yousheng couldn't help but tease him, "Shitou, guns are good things, but you have to know how to use them. Since you're still young, you should work as a communications soldier for a few years first. When you're older, I'll give you a gun on your own."
Zhao Shitou, unwilling to admit defeat, retorted, "I'm not lying, I really can cock a rifle! Platoon Leader Wang, if I can cock a rifle, how about you give me one?"
"uh-huh?"
Wang Yousheng became interested, thinking to himself that this was quite arrogant. He immediately glanced at him and noticed that Zhao Shitou's physical condition was clearly different.
Strength and stamina have reached 30 points.
"What's going on?"
Wang Yousheng was stunned for a moment, but soon he understood.
For the past few days, he has been exchanging his daily tasks for nutritional capsules, which he has put into the cookhouse to improve the physical fitness of all the soldiers in the battalion.
However, he remembered the system's message that if the nutritional capsules were distributed evenly, the attributes of all soldiers would only increase by 1 point.
Wang Yousheng remembers putting in more than a dozen nutritional capsules during this period.
Zhao Shitou was a child. Since the Japanese invasion two years ago, his parents had been killed by the Japanese, leaving only his brother and sister. Zhao Shitou had always wanted to join the Eighth Route Army to fight the Japanese and avenge his parents.
His original strength value was only 10 points, but now it has 30 points. In other words, this kid is extremely lucky! He absorbed all the nutrient capsules!
Damn it, this kid is a chosen one of destiny?
Seeing that Wang Yousheng did not respond, Zhao Shitou said again, "Platoon Leader Wang, do you dare to make a bet with me? If I can cock the gun, you'll give me a rifle!"
Wang Yousheng glanced at him and said, "Okay, I agree."
He then pulled out his Mauser pistol, slammed it on the table, and said, "If you can do that, this gun is yours!"
He did this to test whether Zhao Shitou had the ability.
Zhao Shitou's eyes lit up at the sight of the gun. Without saying a word, he picked it up, cocked it, and completed the task in one smooth motion.
This move surprised everyone.
One soldier exclaimed in astonishment, "Wow! They actually did it!"
Zhao Shitou chuckled, then pointed his gun at an old willow tree outside the cafeteria window, ready to fire.
This left everyone dumbfounded, considering this was a twelve-year-old child.
Putting aside the issue of accuracy, if the shooting angle is slightly off and hits somewhere else, that would be bad. After all, this is a camp, and a bullet can travel a long distance. Who knows if someone might happen to be passing by in the distance?
Furthermore, the immense recoil would even startle a twelve-year-old child.
"etc!"
Wang Yousheng, with his sharp eyes, quickly stepped forward and snatched it away.
Damn, this kid's got some skills! If he fires this shot, won't the whole camp be alerted?
Zhao Shitou was stunned for a moment, then said with dissatisfaction, "Platoon Leader Wang, I did it, why are you taking my gun away?"
"..."
Wang Yousheng said, "This thing is easy to misfire. I'll give it to you three months after you finish your basic training."
"Tch! Platoon Leader Wang doesn't keep his word!"
"..."
Wei Dayong and his soldiers found it amusing.
Wei Dayong kept teasing, "Platoon Leader Wang, you've lost a lot, haven't you? You have to have the courage to admit defeat when you make a bet!"
"That's right! Platoon Leader Wang wouldn't lie to a child!"
"Hahaha!"
Wang Yousheng said impatiently, "Go away, don't laugh at me."
Wang Yousheng knew there was no way out. Damn it, it looked like he really had to hand over the pistol.
He then unloaded all the bullets from the gun and said, "The gun is yours, but the bullets are not."
"What?" Zhao Shitou scratched his head. "Platoon leader, my gun is out of bullets. How am I supposed to kill the Japanese? How am I supposed to avenge my parents?"
Wang Yousheng then said, "Bullets are captured by soldiers on the battlefield. Also, before any military operation, bullets are not distributed except to sentries."
"..."
Indeed, the Eighth Route Army was always poorly equipped. Not to mention daily training, even when going to the battlefield, each soldier in the main force regiment could not get more than three bullets.
Wang Yousheng knew this kid was clever and cunning. Judging from his earlier attempt to fire a gun, he realized that the kid didn't know how precious bullets were.
Zhao Shitou had originally wanted to try, but seeing that Wang Yousheng's expression wasn't good either, he had no choice but to give in.
Zhao Shitou thought to himself, "It's just a captured item. When we fight the Japanese, I'll definitely strip them of all their bullets."
However, as a new recruit in the Eighth Route Army, he was very happy to have a gun so quickly, even without bullets!
After getting the gun, he went to show it off to his friends, which caused those underage comrades to run over and ask Wang Yousheng for guns as well.
Just as Wang Yousheng was thinking about how to deal with it, a clear, loud voice came from in front of the cafeteria.
"Comrades, are you all eating?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yunlong and Kong Jie walked in.
Everyone immediately stood up and saluted.
Li Yunlong gestured for everyone to relax and said with a smile, "Sit down, everyone, hehe, the First Battalion's food is the best in our Independent Village. I'll come and freeload a meal too, what do you guys say?"
"Hahaha!"
The soldiers burst into laughter. How could they possibly refuse? This was their regimental commander!
Wei Dayong then said enthusiastically, "Commander Li, what would you like to eat? I'll get it for you."
Li Yunlong casually replied, "I'll eat whatever you guys eat."
As he spoke, he naturally sat down next to Wang Yousheng.
Li Yunlong wasn't as extravagant as Chu Yunfei, who could afford to provide special meals. Let alone the First Battalion, even in his regimental command post, if you missed the mealtime, you deserved to go hungry, even if you were the regimental commander.
"Katsuko, how have you been lately? Are the new recruits doing well?"
Li Yunlong asked the question.
Wang Yousheng then reported on the situation of the past few days.
Actually, there weren't any major actions. They basically trained the soldiers according to Li Yunlong's instructions. Zhang Dabiao taught the soldiers how to fire a gun, and Wang Yousheng taught them how to use bayonets...
Li Yunlong was very satisfied. This time, he came to the First Battalion with the brigade commander's orders.
The Japanese were preparing for a spring mopping-up operation. The 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army was ordered to break up into smaller units, avoid the Japanese advance, survive this mopping-up operation, and preserve their strength for the counter-offensive next month.