The Japanese attacked the airport three times in a day.
However, he didn't gain any advantage every time. He could only leave dozens of corpses behind and retreat.
Today's attack ended just like that.
Zhao Ziqiang was quite satisfied with his current state.
There was food and drink, and the alliance army controlled their food, drink, weapons, and ammunition.
The weapons and equipment that he had obtained from killing the Japanese were all stored in the warehouse.
Although they didn't drop anything good, it was just some bullets, rifles, food, and so on.
However, there were too many people. In the past few days, Zhao Ziqiang's warehouse had accumulated nearly 100,000 machine gun bullets.
There were even more rifle bullets.
After today's battle, Zhao Ziqiang strolled around the airport.
He thought that he had to teach the Lost Dragon how to use a machine gun.
Long Wenzhang could kill four Japanese with half a clip of this machine gun.
Killing one Enchanted Dragon with one magazine was too expensive.
He opened an ammunition box from the warehouse at the airport.
It was filled with brand new magazines.
These bullets were all provided by the gentlemen of the alliance army.
Sometimes, Zhao Ziqiang really couldn't figure it out. Such good weapons and equipment, such awesome supplies…
How could they let the Japanese lose their way?
He really didn't understand why this alliance army was so particular. No matter how the battle went, they would surrender without a word.
There were once rumors that during World War II, a certain unit of the British army fought fiercely with the Japanese in the jungle of MDT.
The commander accidentally fell into the swamp. When he was fished out, he was covered in mud. He found it dirty and chose to surrender to the Japanese in a fit of anger!
They didn't expect the environment to be worse than the swamp after they became captives, so they led the captives to resist in a fit of anger and took back the position.
Zhao Ziqiang couldn't figure out what the allied forces were thinking. He carried a huge ammunition box filled with machine gun magazines and left the warehouse.
The Enchanting Dragon was standing guard outside. He was looking northeast, and no one knew what he was thinking.
This fellow was too far away from home.
His home was in the northernmost part of the country, but they were currently in the southernmost part of the country.
The Mystic Dragon had sworn that it would never return to the northeast before the Guandong Army was completely destroyed.
If the Japanese didn't tear down the turret, they definitely wouldn't pay homage to their ancestral graves.
Zhao Ziqiang came to the back of the Lost Dragon and saw that this guy was carrying a machine gun in a daze.
Hence, she picked up a small stone and threw it at him.
"What…"
The Enchanting Dragon was in a bad mood. It turned around and asked listlessly.
Zhao Ziqiang walked over and threw the ammunition box on the ground, then leaned his back comfortably against the watchtower.
"Aiya, two years ago, I heard people inside the pass say that the Northeasterners don't know how to fight. I didn't believe it.”
"Today, it seems that this is really the case.”
Hearing this, the Lost Dragon immediately perked up.
"What is it?"
"Which bastard said that? I…I'll kill him!"
The Enraged Dragon was furious.
To be honest, this anger was inexplicable.
He wasn't that angry when he said that Northeasterners didn't know how to fight.
However, after Old Zhang was blown up by the Japanese in Huanggutun and Little Zhang was lost in the northeast, he had traveled all over the country and never returned home.
After five to six years of war, the Lost Dragon gritted its teeth when it suddenly heard these words.
"Don't grit your teeth. It's useless to be ruthless."
Zhao Ziqiang saw that it was effective, so he opened the ammunition box and threw him a clip.
"Just 25 bullets. One target counts as one Japanese. I bet that you can't shoot more than two targets in one clip.”
"Who said that? I refuse to accept this!"
The Enchanted Dragon immediately loaded the magazine and laid on the ground to fire the machine gun.
"Then let's fight."
Zhao Ziqiang shook his head helplessly.
The Enchanting Dragon suppressed the anger in its heart and pulled the trigger!
"Da da…"
The gunshots were intense and sounded fierce.
One of the targets was hit, but the bullet then drifted away.
"Crack!"
The Enchanted Dragon pulled the trigger in vain, only to find that the magazine was empty.
Only one target was hit, and the rest were all standing there unharmed.
The Mystic Dragon was stunned.
He knew that he should not be angry anymore. He really did not know how to fight.
If he was anxious, he would be furious.
"Don't you want to know why?"
Zhao Ziqiang looked at the stunned Mystic Dragon and took the light machine gun in his hand and reloaded it.
"You idiot, don't be so silly as to pull the trigger.”
"The first three bullets hit wherever they pointed, and the rest of the bullets all flew into the sky!”
Zhao Ziqiang glared at him and aimed at a target.
"Da da!"
Three gunshots rang out and the target fell to the ground.
"Da da!"
Another target fell.
Gunshots continued to ring out. By the time the magazine was emptied, ten targets had already fallen.
? Enchanting Dragon looked at the machine gun in Zhao Ziqiang's hand in disbelief.
He had always thought that the machine gun was just firing. He did not expect it to slow down!
"Short bursts are suitable for use when the enemy is scattered. Three or two shots will do. It can maximize accuracy.”
"Some machine guns can even be adjusted to single-shot mode.”
Zhao Ziqiang explained to the Lost Dragon.
The Enchanted Dragon seemed to be enlightened and nodded vigorously!
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