Nagaki Kokura had just escaped his life, and before he could cheer, he saw a fire lit up behind him. When he turned around, his wingman had turned into a turkey in the air!

Unstoppable! He was furious and furious. It was not a gentleman to not avenge this revenge! The damn bomber actually killed the reconnaissance aircraft that was as light as a swallow. If he said this, he would never be able to raise his head for the rest of his life!

Kokura was no longer reckless this time. He went around to Zhao Hu's side, took advantage of his speed to shoot a string of bullets from below. When he saw the bullets sweeping the plane with his own eyes, the Japanese pilot pulled him away with satisfaction. He wanted to wait until he climbed the higher point and then turn back and slowly enjoy the beautiful scenery below!

"Baga! What's going on? I've obviously been hit by a string of bullets, so why doesn't I get angry and smoke?"

I pinched my thighs and it hurt a lot. It was not a hallucination. I didn’t catch any medicine before flying. Could it be that I didn’t hit the target just now?

No, come again!

Another gorgeous flying round, this time I flew directly to Zhao Hu's head and saw Zhao Hu raising his middle finger at him. Is there anything more insulting his personality than this? If you don't beat you to death today, you will never go home!

"Da da da da da da!"

A whole long string of bullets hit the cab top cover above, and Kokura felt relieved and flew away against the fuselage of the attacking machine. This time he must have hit it, and it was still a glass. Even if your armor is thick, you can't arm it to the hatch, right?

Slide down, turn right, and get angry again!

"Baga, haven't died yet? Are you the one who can't be beaten to death? You still wave your wings at me? Do you really think I'm a mud?"

The fuel meter tank issued a red alarm, but Kokura ignored it and was so annoying. He had hit it twice but was not hurt at all. He wanted to slip away, and his pilot could not do it. Today, he was trying to crash the plane and even hit him!

If it doesn't work in front, it's back. This time, Kokura aimed at the target and stuck it within a hundred meters before firing. A long string of bullets finally made a hole in the back half of the fuselage. Then he pulled up the fuselage with satisfaction. It was not easy, and he finally shot through it!

Zhao Hu was actually even more depressed. He could have used the thick clouds to hide, but now he was gone to the beach. The little plane behind him was like a disgusting fly, and he fucked him several times. This time he shot the cabin through, but he had no choice but to deal with him. Is there anything more uncomfortable than this?

No, even if the plane is broken, you can't lose your morale!

He waved his tail again, and the bullet told me that Kokura had learned his lesson this time. He flew directly to Zhao Hu, wanting to see if this guy was poured with copper cast iron, why did he not fall down after being beaten for so long!

Zhao Hu looked at Xiaokura's angry and distorted face, stretched out his middle finger again, and then turned a corner with disdain!

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the abdomen of the machine was suddenly hit. Fortunately, Zhao Hu had just turned around and lit up his thick abdomen. Xiaokura's grief and anger hit him, and he just passed by and broke his wings. And if there was too much fuel, if he really hit him head-on, Zhao Hu would have to peel off even if he didn't die!

The fuselage was bumping, and Zhao Hu tried hard to control the balance, cursing constantly: "The little Japanese are all stubborn. If you can't beat them, go back. We haven't fought back, and you even bumped into it! Did the Kamikaze Team appear so early?"

After finally controlling the balance, I had already arrived at the takeoff area. After landing in a hurry, I put the plane into space without having time to check. This thing is really not a good product. I have tasted enough of just being beaten but not fighting back!

All night, the battlefield was filled with a sea of ​​joy, with torches lit everywhere, and all the fellow villagers nearby came to help, stripped their military uniforms, collected weapons, dug pits, and buried people, and were very busy.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers were disdainful of Japanese weapons at this time. The 38 guns were not as good as those made in the Czech Republic. The crooked gangsters just entered the sand, and many of them couldn't hit the ground. The 92nd level was too heavy, and only the second-tier troops liked to carry them to run!

Deputy Commander Li looked impatient: "It's not possible, it's not possible. How many days have you made foreign money? You don't even look down on Japanese weapons? Many brothers can't grab them."

Most of the Japanese troops were annihilated, and in the end, a group of Japanese soldiers used wounded soldiers to escape from the encirclement. They just took Yamamoto, who had been angry for a long time, but two of the commanders of several regiments were left. As for the squadron leader below, the soldiers were too lazy to check one by one!

Many corpses were broken and many weapons were broken. Deputy Commander Li sighed while registering: "Oh, why did the gun break? The barrel of the gun was bent, and even if it was straightened, it couldn't be used. What a pity, the Japanese are all prodigal sons! If you don't take charge of the family, you don't know how expensive it is!"

When he turned his head and saw Zhao Hu, he quickly captured the strong man: "Company Commander Xiao Zhao, where have you been? Come and see what are these weapons that can be used? Several troops in the south are in urgent need, so they must be repaired early!"

Zhao Hu smiled and pointed to a pile of bloody weapons and said, "I said Lao Li, our Arsenal is not a gun washing field. At least you can wash the blood on the gun and send it to you. Look, there are still a bunch of waist hanging on it. Don't spit the masters of the arsenal. If you are afraid of the gun, where can you find someone to repair it for you?"

There are many weapons, many guns, and even more bullet models. Don’t look at Lao Li who is so smiling out of sight, he will be annoyed later.

Zhao Hu was also very troubled by this lot of weapons. There are many models. In theory, both the Su-style and American ones are 7.62 caliber, so they should be universal, right? No, the bullets are different, and the distances of the entanglement are very different, and none of them are universal. Moreover, each country has several models. In the future, the logistics officers can be exhausted!

Seeing that the Eighth Route Army had to fight back against several industrial areas in eastern Hebei, Zhao Hu had to put down his plans to develop the Bayi Firearms, repair the guns in front of him first, and advise the superiors that it would be best to consider the ammunition of each unit in a unified manner.

He pulled down his current equipment. The Su-style large machine gun used 14:5, the tank machine gun used 7:62 long bullets, the submachine gun had 7:62 powerful bullets, and the 7:62 handgun bullets.

The German style has Czech pacemaker guns, which can be used to use 79 bullets and 7.62 short bullets.

The American one has 12.7-fold machine, and the general machine gun is 7.62-fold with stent bullets. Thompson and the gun card are both 1.43. The damn Chen Dashan also gave some 7.65mm small guns ingeniously, saying that they were equipped for female officers and medical staff. He didn't need to think about it. After the bullet of this caliber has been fired, he has to re-open the mold. The cost of labor and machinery is too high!

Oh, by the way, the Japanese are not worried. In addition to the 6.5 rifle bullet, there are also reduced loading bullets for crooked handles and snails. In addition, there are several types of 7.7 machine gun bullets. Well, they also have some 99 rifles, and the 7.7 bullets are not common to machine guns!

Oh my God, with so many eight-mm bullets, it can fill up the warehouses of a large military sub-district, and it will be divided into various regions!

In addition, there are several types of shells, tanks are 76 mm, mountain cannons are 75, mortars are 81, 82, and 503. Reloading these shells is enough for the arsenal to be busy for a while!

Zhao Hu quickly found Commander Li and told him the difficulties of the Arsenal Institute. Commander Li smiled helplessly: "Before, even if we had old sleeves, we couldn't bear to throw them away after the rifle was flattened. Now that we have more weapons, we don't know what to do. Haha, this is a good thing, but the work of unifying the caliber of the weapon still needs to be done. Although it is a bit harder, this is a big trend. I will hold a meeting with the commanders of each regiment to discuss it to minimize the troubles of the logistics department!"

After hearing this, Zhao Hu thanked him repeatedly. He also knew that this work was not easy to do. Every group leader was very enthusiastic and even took his own 100% attention. He wanted them to vomit it out after eating it. It would not work without a little time. He would rather not get into this thunder, as he might be complained about it.

You must build a gun, no, you will go to repair the gun!
Chapter completed!