I, Uncle Yunlong, Northwest War God
31 Who asked my uncle to have so many supplies?

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Their faces and hands were covered in oil, but their faces were always filled with smiles.

This meal was too satisfying.

Li Qinglong asked someone to take out the sweet potato roast and gave each person a bottle.

The sweet potato barbeque was something that he had stored in the System Store when he drank it with Nephew Gu the last time.

When he went to buy food, he bought a large batch.

Therefore, there was a large stock of sweet potato roast.

Halfway through the drinking, Ding Wei smiled." Battalion Commander Li, when we came here, we heard the sound of gunfire coming from your side. We thought the Japanese were coming to attack you. Later, we realized that it was you who were shooting with live ammunition."”

"You guys are really rich."

Ding Wei's face was full of envy.

"Yes, our recruits have never used real bullets before they went to the battlefield.”

"On the battlefield, each person originally had four rounds.”

"Last time, thanks to Battalion Commander Li's good fortune, it has now increased to 10 shots. The soldiers are all overjoyed.”Kong Jie lit up his pipe and smiled until his face was full of wrinkles.

"Hey, our new regiment of soldiers only has five bullets.”

"Each soldier of the Japanese has 200 rounds of ammunition.”

"This battle is really not easy to fight.”Ding Wei said gloomily.

"If we could have the amount of supplies Battalion Commander Li has, it would be much easier for our Eighth Route Army to fight this battle."”

The two of them spoke one after another.

Li Qinglong smiled. He knew this situation better than anyone else.

After all, he was a transmigrator and had watched many documentaries, books, and movies about the war in his previous life.

He naturally knew what kind of situation the Eighth Route Army was in.

He had so many bullets that his battalion alone would not be able to use them up.

He was also willing to give it to the real anti-Japanese team.

This way, he could ensure that as many bullets as possible entered the Japanese's body.

However, he did not say anything for the time being. He was planning how many bullets he would give them.

At this moment, Li Yunlong finally came back to his senses. He could tell that Old Ding and Old Kong were trying to trap his uncle's bullets.

He seemed to suddenly understand why he was suddenly asked to give his uncle a local specialty.

Could it be that the boss already knew that his uncle was using real bullets to practice his marksmanship?

He glanced at Old Ding and Old Kong from the corner of his eyes, wondering if these two fellows knew about it too.

Was he the only one who didn't know?

F * ck, am I the mascot used to get my uncle's things?

Forget it, who asked my uncle to have so many resources? It would be a waste not to get them.

Li Yunlong grinned.

As long as they could get more resources and give them more to the independent regiment, it would be fine if they cheated their uncle.

At most, he would find a few Japanese women for his uncle.

Ding Wei and Kong Jie suddenly saw Li Yun Long looking at them from the corner of his eyes. They thought to themselves," This is bad. Has this kid discovered something?"

Was he going to drop the ball?

Ding Wei and Kong Jie, the two old fogeys, felt their hearts pounding.

However, a moment later, Li Yunlong smiled again, and it was a wretched smile.

Ding Wei and Kong Jie leaned back. They were even more confused about this guy.

"Ahem, uncle, how many bullets do you waste every day with your live ammunition practice?”

"Oh, not much, not much. It's only 100,000 rounds a day.”Li Qinglong said calmly.

"Puff!"

"Puff ~"

Ding Wei and Kong Jie spat out the sweet potato yaki in their mouths.

F * ck, 100,000 shots?

Do you know that our army of 350,000 soldiers only has a total of 2.5 million bullets?

Your battalion of soldiers can waste 100,000 rounds a day?

Even a big-hearted person like Li Yunlong couldn't help but spit out half a mouthful of wine.

"Uncle, this is too wasteful.”

Li Qinglong smiled." If soldiers don't use real bullets, they won't be able to practice good marksmanship at all. Without good marksmanship, the casualties on the battlefield will multiply."”

"The lives of our Dragon Country people are much more valuable than those Japanese people.”

"I would rather exchange bullets for my life."

Kong Jie, Ding Wei, and the other two nodded their heads in agreement.

Every time a battle ended, seeing the corpses of his comrades on the ground would feel like a knife was being cut into them, making people unable to bear to look at them.

But there's nothing we can do. Who asked our Dragon Country to fall behind?

The gap between a completely agricultural country and a completely industrial country was indeed a little big.

Li Yunlong said,"This practice is correct, but isn't 100,000 bullets a bit too much? Our Independent Regiment can use 10,000 bullets in a battle. That's already too much."”

"The amount of training you did today is enough for our Independent Regiment to fight ten battles.”

Li Qinglong smiled." It's not a waste. You'll know when you see my soldiers."”

"Let's go to the shooting range.”

Li Qinglong led the three commanders of the Eighth Route Army and headed straight for the shooting range.

At this moment, Huang Chengan was training with the new recruits on the shooting range.

The closer they got to the shooting range, the more intense the gunshots were, and the louder they were.

The main voice came from Sanba Big Cover.

It just so happened that the independent camp's warehouse had a large number of three-eight big lids stored, so he could take them out and use them.

If it was scrapped, it would be thrown away.

After Li Yun Long, Kong Jie, and Ding Wei arrived at the shooting range, they were even more shocked.

"Oh my god, look at the soldiers with light machine guns. They've been firing for a long time without stopping.”Ding Wei looked at a soldier who was using a ZB light machine gun in shock and said.‘

"This row is covered with 38th grade guns. They haven't stopped shooting. They keep pulling the bolts and pulling the triggers. In our Independent Regiment, this is enough to be shot.”Kong Jie said in pain.

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