After everyone slowly calmed down, Yang Fan threw the Bobosha submachine gun to Zhang Milong, who was confused, and then valued the metal target in front and said: "How many bullets do you need to reach an 80% hit rate?"

Submachine guns mainly use firepower suppression and win by volume, so they do not have high requirements for hit accuracy. If they can have 80% hit rate in fierce conflicts on the battlefield, it would be very good.

"this!"

Zhang Milong was stunned. He really didn't expect Yang Fan to ask this question. He only had his first live-fire shooting training today. He just tasted this submachine gun with great power, strong firepower and recoil.

However, the boss’s questions must not be dealt with in silence, and must be answered positively.

Zhang Milong is still clear about this rule.

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Milong replied unconfidently: "400 rounds should be enough!"

However, Yang Fan did not respond, but just looked at Zhang Milong who was not confident enough with a smile.

Zhang Milong was immediately panicked, thinking that he was "a lion's mouth open", so he quickly lowered his request and said, "300 rounds should be OK, it should be OK!"

However, Yang Fan still did not respond and continued to smile at Zhang Milong who had already started stuttering.

Zhang Milong's brain began to buzz, and his blood pressure rose rapidly. After holding it in for a long time, he stretched out a finger and said, "100 rounds, it really can't be missing!"

"Haha! When did we lack ammunition supply in our Hu Ben Army?"

Yang Fan laughed loudly, then turned to look at Niu Bo and said, "Give him 3,000 bullets. Let him practice well! With his physique, it's perfect to be a machine gunner!"

"Ah, what? 3,000 rounds?"

Zhang Milong's head was dizzy, and 100,000 grass mud horses ran by in his heart: It turned out that the chief officer didn't think he wanted too much, but felt that he was too confident!

Grandma's, she gave it 3,000 rounds of bullets as soon as she said it. It was indeed "enough food, clothing, and guns, and enough bullets"!

It was not until now that Zhang Milong deeply realized where Niu Bo's heroic spirit and confidence came from!

"yes!"

Niu Bo saluted without any delay, then whispered to Zhang Milong, who was stunned and stupid, and said, "Zhang Milong, why are you still standing there? Thank you now!"

Originally, Niu Bo was a little worried that they would be unable to support the wall with disarray and that the task assigned by the head office would not be able to be successfully completed.

However, after only more than a month of time, Niu Bo discovered that although these defeated soldiers were many times more difficult to tame than those pure and white new recruits, once they were straightened up, all of these defeated soldiers were talented.

Not only are they more cruel and stronger than the new recruits, but they understand the way to survive in the military camp and battlefield. Many of them have extraordinary skills and can become grassroots officers and become the core force and spiritual pillar of the company and platoon level.

As long as these defeated soldiers and new soldiers are perfectly integrated, even if they have not been officially baptized by war, the combat effectiveness of the troops will not be much worse!

After walking around the barracks, Yang Fan came to the 2nd Army headquarters to preside over an interim military meeting. Participants included Lu Shengfeng, commander of the 2nd Army of the Expeditionary Army, Fu Changming, commander of the 3rd Division, Duan Zhongyi, commander of the 4th Division, and commander of the Myanmar Security Commander He Zhenshu and other senior generals.

Lu Shengfeng was originally the commander of the 7th Division of the Hu Ben Army, and he was also considered a minister of the dragon. So Yang Fan specially transferred him from the country to Myanmar and served as the important commander of the 2nd Army of the Expeditionary Force.

Now the reorganization of the 2nd Army of the Hu Ben Expeditionary Army has been basically completed, with only the routine operation steps such as training integration and first killing in actual combat.

He Zhenshu was also upgraded to the commander of Myanmar's security, and his police force expanded to more than 50,000 people, taking charge of comprehensive tasks such as security and security in Myanmar!

At present, in Myanmar, Yang Fan directly controls military and paramilitary forces as many as 180,000!

And it is obvious that Yang Fan's pursuit of the limit of military power will never stop there.

As time goes by, Myanmar's military and police forces will further expand. In Yang Fan's plan, at least Myanmar's armed forces must reach at least 50 divisions and 1 million people before they can come to an end!

At the same time, the military strength on the Shandong Peninsula is also steadily increasing. Although the number of regular soldiers has not changed much, with only about 250,000 people, the quasi-military forces such as reserves and police forces have expanded to 900,000 people.

When the situation in Myanmar is completely stabilized and the Japanese army is able to compete with the Southeast Asian battlefield, Yang Fan will start to make efforts on both sides, changing to passive defense to active offensive, and implementing a large-scale strategic counterattack against the Japanese devils in China and Southeast Asia.

After the meeting, Yang Fan found Duan Zhongyi alone, took out two Cuban cigars in luxury and said with a smile: "It's been hard to train troops these days. Come on, let's go first!"

"Thank you, Chief!"

Looking at the slutty Cuban handmade cigars and thinking about the terrifying price in the tobacco and alcohol store, the old smoker Duan Zhongyi was really not polite and quickly took the cigar with both hands.

Duan Zhongyi lit Yang Fan first, then ignited himself, and started to suck him happily.

It turns out that you get what you pay for. This Cuban cigar tastes great. Duan Zhongyi only feels that the inferior cigarettes she has smoked for decades is really in vain!

"Well, why are you polite to me!"

Yang Fan smiled and took a few sips, then asked with a smile: "Teacher Duan, Chairman Jiang will set out from Chongqing tomorrow to visit and condolences in the Myanmar War Zone. What do you think about this?"

Knowing that the flesh-and-hearted scene was coming, Duan Zhongyi quickly replied solemnly: "I, Duan Zhongyi, are born in the Hu Ben Army, and die, are the soul of the Hu Ben Army!"

Duan Zhongyi has now completely integrated into the Hu Ben Army family, completely transformed into a fan, and became a loyal follower of Yang Fan. At this time, his statement was strong and powerful, without any falsehood.

"Um!"

After a pause, Yang Fan said casually: "This cake in Myanmar has become bigger, and some people are jealous. It is difficult for good people to make these days!"

"Everything is based on the command of the chief!"

Duan Zhongyi didn't talk much, but he had all the meanings he should have.

"Well, everything is based on national and national interests! What are personal reputations and gains and losses?"

Yang Fan nodded with satisfaction. He didn't need to speak so straightforwardly to smart people, just click until it's time.

After chatting for a few more words, Yang Fan asked with a smile: By the way, when will Mrs. Zun set off? I have arranged the best military doctor and equipment, and I believe she can stand up again!"

"Thank you, Chief!"

Duan Zhongyi quickly replied: "I'm already on the way to come, it should be in these two or three days!"

"Oh, that's good!"
Chapter completed!