The wooden box was about the size of a small ammunition box and was as thick as a palm. It was painted with dark paint and did not reflect any light under the winter sun. There was also a silver border on the edge of the box, which seemed to be silver-plated. This made the platoon leader's eyes twitch.
This box was very advanced.
"What is this?"
Carefully taking a few steps back, he used his thumb to pry open the head of the shell gun. At the same time, he arched his feet slightly. The captain's pupils constricted, and his tone was puzzled and vigilant.
Although the other party said that he was a representative of overseas Chinese donations, he could not fully believe it. Who knew that the other party would deliberately do it from time to time?
"Shell Spear Gift Box"
Looking at the vigilant platoon leader in front of him, Wan Zhenhua replied and sighed in his heart.
As expected of an elite during wartime. With his slightly arched feet, this posture allowed him to attack or retreat. He could instantly retreat to cover and hide, or he could pull out his gun to kill him.
Moreover, this was a good officer. He let his subordinates hide in the bunker and be on guard while he, as the company commander, came to communicate with him.
As he spoke, Wan Zhenhua opened the box and revealed the items inside.
In the wooden box inlaid with the silver border, a black metallic shell gun with a silver-plated handle was lying quietly in a slot made of red silk. On the back of the gun was a magazine made of pure leather. On the front side, which was the trigger, were two boxes of silver-edged paper bullets. There were two rows of bullets. The wind blew the red silk, revealing a row of black pure steel magazines and gun maintenance supplies at the side. For example, the cleaning strip, gun brush, gun oil, and so on. Moreover, these maintenance tools were all silver-plated.
Of course, there was also the wooden stock at the bottom. The edge of the stock was not silver-plated, only a layer of dark paint, but there was a layer of exquisite carvings.
The gift box of the shell guns was handmade. Each shell gun was inlaid with a hundred grams of silver. This one was worth ten times the value of an ordinary shell gun.
The silver-plated grip could effectively increase the friction, and the grip felt good. It could improve the soldier's control over the weapon and increase the accuracy of the weapon. This wasn't just for decoration.
"This…"
Looking at the brand new 20-gun shell gun in the box, the company commander's eyes widened and he looked at Wan Zhenhua in disbelief.
Who was this person?
Not only did he donate weapons, but he also gave them such exquisite weapons?
What was this?
Then, he swallowed his saliva and looked at the 20-gun shell gun in the box. His eyes stared at the gun as if it was firmly glued to him. He muttered to himself,"This is the 20 echoes of virtue, this is the 20 echoes of virtue!"
There were many origins and types of Shell Spears.
Some were made in China, such as Yan Laoxi's Jin, Hanyang, Gongxian, and other small factories in China. Some of these guns were of good quality, while others were of poor quality. The good ones were not inferior to the foreign manufacturers, while the poor ones were broken after a few shots.
The foreign products were mainly made in Spain and Germany. As for the foreign companies in other countries, they mostly placed orders from these two factories and then resold them.
Among all the models, the German ones were the best and were the most popular among the soldiers.
The sharp eyes of the company commander could tell at a glance that the shell gun in front of him was definitely made in Germany. Whether it was the quality of the steel or the workmanship on the surface, it proved this point. Moreover, this German-made shell gun seemed to be of better quality than the German-made ten-gun that the regiment commander treated as a treasure.
Having been on the battlefield for a long time, the company commander had an extremely keen observation and judgment of weapons.
Most importantly, this was a 20-shot shell gun.
Bulkhead guns were produced by many factories, and the quality was uneven. There were also many models. Some could only be fired once, some had a fixed magazine, and each time they were loaded, they had to be pressed down one by one. There were also some that could shoot continuously, and the magazine could be inserted and reloaded quickly.
Among all the models, the 20-echo model was the most popular. This type could fire continuously and single-fire. It had powerful firepower and could be reloaded quickly. Coupled with the wooden stock, it was a fancy mechanism. At close range, its firepower was not inferior to a machine gun.
Looking at the shell gun in the box and the bullets wrapped in oil paper neatly placed on the side, the sound of the company commander gulping became more and more obvious. He had long forgotten about the shell gun in his hand. Now, his hand was slowly reaching for the box, and he did not even notice it.
"You, looking for me.
Looking at the captain who was at a loss, Wan Zhenhua smiled and said,"This is a little gift from me to your commander. Comrade, don't worry and accept it!”
With that, he handed over the remaining three boxes with silver borders.
Looking at the three boxes handed over by the other party, the company commander hesitated for a while before taking them. The other party actually said that they were for the senior officer, so he would keep them first and make a decision after asking the senior officer.
After receiving the three boxes, the company commander said to Wan Zhenhua gratefully,""Sir, please wait here for a moment. I'll go and ask the chief first.”
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Bang bang…
Two consecutive shots from the shell gun rang out, followed by the sound of a machine breaking.
After killing the Japanese scout with two shots, Zhang Dabiao kicked the body down. He lowered his head and stared at the broken shell gun in his hand.
The casing was broken, and the internal parts were exposed. Even the breech was exposed. This was almost a death sentence for this gun. With the skills of the Munitions Factory, it was impossible to repair it. He was stunned for a moment and immediately cursed,
" D * mn, what Jin made is rubbish. It's only been a few days and it's already broken…"
The wild and thunderous scolding made the ears of the guards beside him hurt.
You've been using this gun for at least two years. More than 20 Japanese soldiers have died because of it. Including the puppet soldiers, you probably have a reinforced platoon. It's already very good that you can last until now with such high-intensity use…The signalman who was also a guard pursed his lips and quickly packed up the Japanese's 38-Type Mascot.
Normally, battalion level officers would not be assigned with full-time guards, but they would bring one or a few signals soldiers with them during battle. They would pass down orders and also act as guards.
After that, the guard carried his rifle and stood quietly at the side. He watched as Battalion Commander Zhang continued to curse without saying a word.
He didn't dare to mutter. His Battalion Commander was usually good-natured and amiable, but once he was on the battlefield, his temper was completely different. He was as irritable as a vicious dog. If he was in trouble, he would bite anyone he caught. Other than the Regiment Commander, no one else could suppress him.
However, in front of the regiment commander, his Battalion Commander was as obedient as a child. He hit wherever the regiment commander pointed. No matter how the regiment commander scolded him, he did not retaliate. He even had a smile on his face. What was the saying? Everything had its own weakness.
" Battalion Commander, go to the logistics department and get a turtle box later..." The guard said after Zhang Dabiao's scolding gradually stopped.
" The devil's turtle box is not even as good as the Jin made shell gun." Zhang Dabiao curled his lips and said disdainfully.
Due to design flaws and bullets, the Japanese army's tortoiseshell pistols often jammed. Moreover, their range was short and their accuracy was not high. They could only fight face-to-face at close range. Once they exceeded 30 meters, their accuracy would be greatly reduced. Even an expert marksman could not do anything about it. This was a problem with the design and manufacture of the firearms. It had nothing to do with the marksman's ability. For Zhang Dabiao, who often had to fight on the front line, the standard range was nearly 100 meters. With the handle and the gun case, the shell gun with a range of close to 150 meters was his first choice.
Unfortunately, the regiment did not have any good shell guns left. They could only find a turtle box to make do with this. They would use rifles more often…Zhang Dabiao sighed in his heart.
This time, the battle was extremely fierce. The main position of the Gray Cloud Ridge had been fighting for a good day. The Japanese attacked fiercely, and the equipment and ammunition were severely consumed. By now, the logistics department of the regiment headquarters had probably emptied out all the assets they had accumulated over the past six months. It was estimated that it would be good to have a turtle shell.
In this battlefield, there was no chance or time to get a new shell spear.
Although many of the officers in the first battalion of the new regiment used shell guns, Zhang Dabiao didn't care about the weapons of his comrades, even if it was easy for him.
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