PFC Chapter 53 I've struck it rich!
Chapter 53 I've struck it rich!
"Company commander, company commander, damn it, damn it, we've really struck it rich!"
Yang Zheng's gaze was fixed on the Type 92 heavy machine gun. He had just taken a step forward when Zhao Dahu pounced on it like a hungry wolf, yelling at the same time.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Luo Dashan ran as fast as he could, shouting, "You son of a bitch Zhao Dahu, wait for me! Don't touch my heavy machine gun!"
Undoubtedly, Luo Dashan had already regarded this Type 92 heavy machine gun as part of their fire support platoon.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Dahu became indignant. He stood up, put his hands on his hips, and cursed, "You son of a bitch, this thing was captured by our second platoon, so it should belong to our second platoon."
After cursing, he didn't forget to order, "You guys, hurry up and carry this treasure away for me, and make sure you keep all the bullets safe, don't let a single one escape."
The soldiers in the second platoon were incredibly decisive. Upon hearing Zhao Dahu's order, they immediately carried it out. Four of them lifted the Type 4 heavy machine gun, which weighed several dozen kilograms, and ran off, while the others quickly gathered up the bullets on the ground.
"You...you...firepower support platoon, take it back for me!!"
Seeing this, Yang Zheng couldn't stand it anymore. He strode forward and kicked each of them, cursing, "Are you guys the company commanders or am I the company commander?"
Both men were kicked and stumbled. Yang Zheng, looking displeased, stood up obediently and loudly replied, "You are the company commander!" ×2
"Then you damn well get to distribute the spoils right here," Yang Zheng said irritably. If it weren't for the fact that the soldiers in his two platoons were watching, he would have kicked them again.
"Hehe! Company Commander, we're just kidding, just kidding!"
"Yes, yes, yes!!!"
The two men were bowing and scraping, which made Yang Zheng unable to help but laugh. He then laughed and cursed, "Get lost."
"Alright!"
"Put those heavy machine guns away properly, we'll distribute them when we get back!" Yang Zheng added.
"Ah! Alright! Company Commander!" Zhao Dahu sighed and waved his hand.
On the other side, Chen Xiaoquan ordered a platoon of soldiers to quickly lift another heavy machine gun and place it in the open space, while he grinned foolishly.
He knew very well that the Type 92 heavy machine guns were definitely not for their platoon, but after the fire support platoon was equipped with three heavy machine guns, it would definitely need to spare some grenade launchers. In addition, with the ones captured on the battlefield, it shouldn't be a problem for their platoon to be equipped with three.
In this way, each infantry squad in their platoon will have an additional grenade launcher as support firepower, greatly enhancing their combat capabilities.
On the other side, several soldiers were squatting on the ground, carefully collecting the scattered bullets, especially the empty brass cartridge cases.
A new recruit, his face still bearing the traces of youth, was picking up the spent cartridge cases one by one, wiping the dirt off his clothes, and then putting them into a spare ration bag, counting them quietly to himself.
"...Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine... The squad leader said that if we save these casings, we can make our own bullets in the future!"
"Xiao Wang, why are you picking that thing up? You can't use it." An old soldier next to him teased.
"Squad Leader Li said, this is called 'ensuring every grain is safely stored up!'"
New recruit Xiao Wang looked up and said earnestly, "Advisor Wang needs copper, so our blacksmith's furnace needs to be made of good materials! The company commander said that now that we can start a fire ourselves, we need to find some firewood!"
The veteran paused for a moment, then chuckled and patted him on the shoulder: "Not bad, kid, you've got a high level of awareness! Here, there's a bunch of spent shell casings over here, you can have them all!"
Not far away, Zhao Dahu, though he hadn't managed to snatch the heavy machine gun, wasn't idle either. He and the soldiers of the second platoon were dragging the Japanese corpses aside and stripping them of anything usable.
Water bottles, lunch boxes, bayonets, belts, and even a few pieces of compressed biscuits that weren't soaked in blood became spoils of war.
"Hey, this little devil has a pocket watch hidden in his pocket!" A soldier pulled a silver pocket watch from the body of a Japanese sergeant, wiped the blood off the surface, and although the dial was cracked, the hands were still moving.
"Hand it over! This thing definitely belongs to the company headquarters!" Zhao Dahu glanced at it, and although he was envious, he still said immediately.
"Platoon leader, this is the Japanese officer's sword!" Another soldier excitedly ran over, holding a sheathed military sword.
Zhao Dahu took it, weighed it in his hand, then pulled it out to look at the blade. He pursed his lips and said, "It's just average. It's only a second lieutenant's sword. It's far inferior to the captain's sword from last time."
"But it's still good material. We can take it back to Master Li and the others, melt it down, and with some effort, forge a few large swords!"
Although the entire battlefield was filled with the smell of blood, the atmosphere was unusually intense.
As the soldiers quickly cleaned up, they showed each other the treasures they had found, discussing which items were useful and what to do with the others, with occasional bursts of suppressed laughter and exclamations of surprise.
The fatigue from the battle seemed to have been somewhat washed away by the joy of the harvest.
Yang Zheng looked around at the bustling scene, a gratified smile on his face, especially at the corpses of the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops.
Burning them would be another great gain, and would allow us to summon back more warriors and technicians.
"Company Commander!"
Chen Xiaoquan walked over with a smile, holding a small notebook in his hand. "Company Commander, after a preliminary count, we killed 176 Japanese soldiers, 156 puppet troops, and captured 67 people in this battle."
Our casualties totaled 23, including 13 seriously wounded and 10 killed. A truly glorious victory.
The casualty ratio between the two sides reached 1 to 18, and it was a victory for the weak against the strong, which was truly a glorious achievement.
After finishing the report, Yang Zheng nodded solemnly: "Properly preserve the remains of the fallen comrades. Immediately organize manpower to send the seriously wounded back to Changning Village for treatment."
"The captured puppet troops should be screened. Officers, habitual bandits, and local bullies should be separated and dealt with according to regulations. Ordinary soldiers who wish to stay should be investigated and added to the ranks; those who don't should be sent away, but we must explain our Eighth Route Army's policies to them clearly!"
Chen Xiaoquan nodded; he had already gained experience in handling these matters.
"In addition, to avoid any unforeseen complications, we need to speed up the cleanup of the battlefield and take all the seized items back for registration and storage," Yang Zheng added.
Chen Xiaoquan nodded and walked away quickly.
Yang Zheng wasn't idle either; he wandered around the battlefield and joined the cleanup efforts.
Before long, urged on by the officers, the soldiers reluctantly slung their spoils over their shoulders. One young soldier even turned back to his squad leader and said:
"Squad leader, there should still be a lot of bullets and spent cartridges left on the battlefield. Let's collect them!"
His squad leader glared at him, and snapped, clearly annoyed, "Execute orders!"
"Damn it, you think I don't want to? You think I'm willing to give up those bullets!"
Yang Zheng: "…………"
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