July 23, 1939, at morning.

War room of the Longtou Detachment of Guantao County.

Ouyang, who was handling official duties, was interrupted by a loud shout.

"Commander, our old Li is here to congratulate you, hahaha."

Before seeing the person, I heard the sound of him first.

Ouyang knew who was here as soon as he guessed. Before the person entered the door, he had such a loud voice. Who else was besides him, Li Yunlong?

More than ten seconds later, Ouyang saw Li Yunlong and Monk Wei walking into the war room casually.

After Li Yunlong and Monk Wei saluted Ouyang, they began to get up at will.

Li Yunlong smiled and said, "Old Chief, this time you have a wedding, we, Mr. Li, have to express our feelings well, but if we make our Mr. Li poor family, there is nothing to express. I'm going to bring you two cars of weapons and ammunition."

At this moment, Ouyang took the weapon list from Li Yunlong. After reading the detailed weapon ammunition situation above, Ouyang's smile became even worse.

"Good guy, there are ten 92-heavy machine guns alone. You guys are getting rich!"

Ouyang exclaimed: "Old Li, you can make you bleed heavily. It's really the sun that hits the west!"

"Hey hey hey!"

Li Yunlong pretended to be angry and said, "Old Chief, what you said is wrong. Our old Li is usually stingy, but this time you are going to go to Hunan again. Even if we sell our goods, we can do something."

After pausing for a moment, he winked at Monk Wei and then ran out in a flash.

Ouyang was puzzled, "Old Li, what did you ask the monk to do?"

"hey-hey!"

Li Yunlong smiled mysteriously, "Don't worry, then there must be something good."

Not long after, Monk Wei ran back, but there was a big guy in his hand, a heavy machine gun with a very thick appearance, which looked like countless iron pieces spliced ​​together. It was very simple and inconspicuous.

"Old Li, what do you mean?" Ouyang asked.

Li Yunlong replied with a smile: "Old leader, this is a gift for our old Li carefully selected," he waved his hand and said: "Don't look bad, but it's very powerful. It's much more powerful than the 92-heavy machine gun of the Japanese devils!"

Hearing this, Ouyang was also very curious. The reason why Li Yunlong could say this was amazing. At first, Ouyang didn't care too much, but when Monk Wei put it on the table, Ouyang was shocked when he saw this again.

The sweat on the forehead oozed out instantly.

"Old Li, tell me quickly, where did you get this thing!"

At this moment, Ouyang was really anxious.

"Um?"

Li Yunlong frowned and said, "This robber was seized by a few unopposed Japanese soldiers on the way to come. At first, I didn't like this heavy machine gun, but after trying it a few times, my mother was frightened. Good guy, a few hundred bullets were big, and in the blink of an eye, he fucked it all out."

He paused and said, "And the big tree as thick as a man was smashed to pieces by it!"

"Hiss~~~!"

Hearing this, Ouyang immediately took a breath.

It's indeed it!

"Old leader, do you recognize it?" Li Yunlong said curiously.

"Yeah!" Ouyang nodded heavily, his face very solemn.

Ouyang didn’t just know this heavy machine gun?

It is no exaggeration to say that no one in this world knows it better than Ouyang.

In the next few years, in later generations, this heavy machine gun originated from Germany completely shocked the whole world!

Very famous!

During World War II, there was one of the best heavy machine guns in all countries in the world!

It is the pinnacle of a single-barrel machine gun!

It has a name that scares all countries during World War II.

——Fabric tear!

Whether it was in the icy and snowy place of minus forty degrees below the Soviet Union, or the low bush forests in Normandy;

Whether it is the hot deserts in North Africa or the gravel rubble piles in Berlin, the heavy machine guns of cloth tear machines are the absolute pillars of firepower for the German army and the nightmare of Allied soldiers.

Those American soldiers who were arrogant and domineering everywhere were also depressed by it, had no intention of fighting, and were depressed, and regarded them as "the nightmare of infantry."

It is the three most advanced adjective phrases used by light weapons critics: "The shortest time, the lowest cost, but the best weapon!"

"But this heavy machine gun must have been equipped with the German army in 1942. Why did it appear in 1939 now?"

Ouyang was extremely shocked in his heart.

After a long time, Ouyang calmed down and discovered some differences.

"This is not the stability tear machine that was established in 1942, equipped with the German army, but its early model, or experimental model."

But even so, it is far from being matched by the Japanese 92 heavy machine gun. It can even be said that looking at it now, it is also the best heavy machine gun in the world, no doubt about it.

Ouyang's face was solemn and said in a deep voice: "Old Li, you just think that this gun doesn't know, just pretend that nothing has happened. As long as you know a little, with it, we will definitely take advantage of the Japanese in the future!"

At this moment, even the cynical Li Yunlong understood Ouyang’s intention.

This powerful heavy machine gun is a cross-age weapon that can reverse the situation of war.

Then Ouyang arranged for the guards to take Li Yunlong and Monk Wei to rest, and he immediately took Lu Ba to the arsenal of the Longtou Detachment.

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Shujuan, the director of the arsenal, was shocked after the heavy machine gun of the "cloth tearing machine" was tested, just like Ouyang had seen it before.

"Commander, this gun is simply a devil!"

This is Shujuan's evaluation of it.

Ouyang also nodded heavily.

This robber is more than just a devil!

It is a powerful weapon for killing people!

During World War II, the most profound impression of mg42 was its gunshot.

The "cloth tearing machine" has a minimum firing rate of 1,200 rounds per minute and a maximum firing rate of 1,500 rounds per minute. After the machine gun fire rate exceeds 1,000 rounds per minute, people cannot distinguish a single gunfire. Its firing sound is not like the "da da" sound of the Czech or Browning machine gun, but the "da da" sound of a high-speed rotating chainsaw (the sound is a bit like the later m134 heavy machine gun of the US military), and some Allied soldiers also describe it as tearing apart a large piece of linen.

The recruits had nothing to do with this, and the most unwilling thing the Allied veterans wanted to hear was this demonic voice.

For them, this voice is the voice of the god of death!

Because of the high firing rate of the "drawing machine", every time the shooter pulls the short point of the trigger, he can shoot 12 to 15 bullets. If an unfortunate soldier is shot by the drawing machine, he will be shot several times in an instant, and his life is very small.

In actual combat, because of its high firing rate, it not only has ease in dealing with small targets, but also has considerable lethality against large-scale group targets.

The cloth tear machine, the best heavy machine gun during World War II, is no doubt about it!

Ouyang Zhengse said: "Director Shujuan, from now on, the detachment and I will fully support what you need. As long as we can imitate the cloth tearing machine."

At this moment, Ouyang could foresee that once our party and army imitate it, our army will have an overwhelming advantage when facing the brutal and powerful Japanese army on the Chinese battlefield in the future!
Chapter completed!