novelAbuy Chapter 262 Test firing of the MG42 machine gun, Xiao Shanling and others are shocked.
Chapter 262 Test firing of the MG42 machine gun, Xiao Shanling and others are shocked.
"In addition, I will provide you with an extra 100 machine guns, 1,000 submachine guns, and 3 million rounds of ammunition. Also, you'll need gas masks, helmets, military boots, and other military supplies."
Upon hearing this, almost everyone instinctively gasped.
Gao Zhisong, who was usually quiet, also came over, his eyes wide, and said:
"Jiang He, you should think this through. This much weaponry is enough to arm an entire reinforced regiment."
His voice was filled with surprise and disbelief.
Xiao Shanling was also trembling with excitement, and his speech was slightly stuttering:
"Jiang...Jiang He, calm down. This...this is no joke."
"Yes, there's no joking in the military. Maybe we shouldn't give so much; your Third Column has suffered considerable losses in Huainan."
Zhu Chi spoke very sincerely, his expression a mixture of emotion and heartache.
They weren't just being polite; Li Jianghe's words had genuinely frightened them.
Their original expectation was that Li Jianghe would provide some more weapons and ammunition, and they would be grateful if they could get a hundred guns and tens of thousands of bullets.
But who would have thought that this one mouth was equipped with the weapons and equipment of a reinforced regiment, plus an artillery regiment?
There are also bullets; give them three million rounds directly, enough to fill every soldier's belt and still have some left over.
This isn't just a supplement; it's practically like moving an entire arsenal over.
Li Jianghe waved his hand, a gesture that carried a hint of impatience, but also a touch of sincerity:
"I mean what I say. Tomorrow, you will take your men to our Third Column camp to collect your weapons. I will assign personnel to specifically instruct them on how to use the weapons."
He paused, then added, "What else do you need? Just say so. I captured quite a few good things from the Japanese this time."
This is not an exaggeration.
It should be noted that Li Jianghe had captured the Japanese army's reserve warehouse on the northern Huaihe River, which contained an astonishing amount of weapons and ammunition, piled up like a small mountain.
As for the submachine gun, Li Jianghe obtained it directly from the system space using merit points.
This weapon is extremely useful in mountain warfare, far more flexible and convenient than the Japanese Type 38 rifle.
Especially in close-quarters combat, the firepower density of a submachine gun is more than ten times that of a rifle, giving whoever wields it a significant advantage.
The next morning, before it was fully light, the rain had temporarily stopped.
Xiao Shanling led a group of people to the camp of Li Jianghe's Third Column.
They were shocked by the scene outside the Third Column camp as soon as they got off the vehicle.
Their eyes widened in astonishment, their mouths agape, like a group of country folk entering a big city for the first time.
Those were half-track armored vehicles patrolling the perimeter, equipped with cannons and machine guns.
Gun muzzles pointed skyward, cannon barrels angled, their surfaces reflecting a cold metallic luster, like steel behemoths baring their fangs.
Those were elite soldiers, armed with submachine guns and Mauser rifles, dressed in crisp uniforms and all wearing steel helmets.
Their individual equipment was even better than that of the German-equipped divisions, the pride of the Central Army back then.
The German-equipped divisions were already the pinnacle of the National Revolutionary Army back then, but compared to these soldiers, they were like a nouveau riche standing in front of a great nobleman.
All of this brought an unprecedented shock to Xiao Shanling and his group.
Their mouths were agape, their eyes were wide open, their minds were blank, and only one thought was echoing repeatedly.
No wonder Li Jianghe is so generous; it turns out this guy is so rich he's practically oozing oil.
Xiao Shanling and the others began to recall that last night they were feeling sorry for Li Jianghe and wondering if they had given him too many things.
Now it seems that what was given away was not much at all, and even a little too little.
It's like a billionaire giving you a hundred dollars, and you're so moved you're crying, but when you look back at the sports car in his garage, you realize you were moved too soon.
Inside the command post, Li Jianghe had already ordered his men to take inventory of the weapons and equipment.
Wooden crates containing guns, bullets, and shells were neatly stacked on the drill ground, resembling small mountains.
Boxes were stacked one on top of another, row upon row, stretching as far as the eye could see.
On both sides were a large number of mountain guns, field guns, infantry guns, and anti-tank guns, etc.
The cannon barrels gleamed darkly in the morning light, like rows of silent guards.
Upon witnessing this scene, Xiao Shanling, Zhu Chi, and the others had only one feeling: "Dreamlike," an absolutely incredible dreamlike experience.
They rubbed their eyes hard, as if afraid they were dreaming.
Many of these weapons were ones they had never even seen before.
For example, the MP38 and MP40 submachine guns, the Thompson submachine gun, and the PPSh submachine gun.
The submachine guns were all different in design, some with folding stocks and some with round drum magazines, each exuding a cold and austere beauty.
There were also MG34 and MG42 general-purpose machine guns, lined up there, their barrels gleaming as if they had just come out of the factory.
There were also flamethrowers and Panzerfaust rocket launchers—things they'd never even heard of.
Seeing Xiao Shanling and his group arrive, Li Jianghe greeted them briefly before saying:
"How about it? Want to try them out at the shooting range? See which one you like?"
His tone was as relaxed as if he were inviting a friend to order food at a restaurant.
Hua Pinzhang was an impatient man, and upon hearing this, he immediately picked up an MG42 machine gun.
The machine gun was heavier than he had imagined, but it felt great in his hand; the gun was cool to the touch and smelled of machine oil.
"Hey, Commander Li, this machine gun looks pretty good. Can I fire a few rounds?"
He was quite unceremonious in front of Li Jianghe, with an eager expression on his face.
Li Jianghe chuckled, a hint of indulgence in his smile:
"Take them all, I'll show them to you one by one. No one is allowed to leave until we've used up all our bullets."
On the firing range, the MG42 was already set up, its muzzle aimed at the human-shaped target in front of it.
The shooting range still had traces of last night's rain, the muddy ground was a bit slippery, and the air was filled with the scent of grass and earth.
Li Jianghe took out a bullet belt, deftly inserted it, and then reminded Hua Pinzhang:
"This machine gun has a very high rate of fire, so be careful when you fire it later, don't get scared."
"High rate of fire? How fast can it be? Faster than a Maxim gun?"
Hua Pinzhang said nonchalantly, his finger already on the trigger.
He wanted to see just how fast this so-called "high rate of fire" machine gun really was.
In his mind, the "thump thump thump" sound of the Maxim machine gun was already frightening enough, how could this thing be even more ferocious than the Maxim?
The moment the trigger was pulled, Hua Pinzhang felt the gun vibrate violently, as if something was struggling desperately inside the gun.
The gun spewed orange-red flames from its muzzle, making a hissing sound that was sharp and rapid, like a chainsaw spinning at high speed.
The hundreds of bullets were all unleashed in the blink of an eye, like a summer downpour that came and went quickly.
The human-shaped target opposite was covered with bullet holes, as if it had been stung a hundred times by wasps.
Hua Pinzhang was stunned, his finger still on the trigger, and he didn't release it for a long time.
This scene shocked Xiao Shanling and the others present.
Their eyes were wide open like copper bells, and their mouths were agape, unable to close for a long time.
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