"I'm really sorry, Brother Shang, our regiment commander gave me so much." The next day, when it was dark, He Liang stood in front of Shang Zhen and the soldiers and said embarrassedly.

Shang Zhen looked at the things in front of him and didn't know what to say.

Those things include some old military uniforms and a wooden box.

It’s fine if those old military uniforms are just there. Although some are shabby and have already exposed cotton wool, they are winter clothes after all.

It is early winter now, and the Yangtze River has not frozen, but the water is already getting colder.

No matter how old the winter clothes are, they are also winter clothes. Shang Zhen had no objection to these clothes.

But the problem is that there are too few bullets in the already opened wooden box, and the 7.63mm pistol bullets are only 600 rounds in total.

If these 600 bullets were used for three or two people, it would be more than enough, but the problem is that Shang Zhenzhen and others have a lot of people!

All these more than 30 people have allocated them, and each person only has less than 20 bullets. What is this bullet enough for?

You should know that Shang Zhen and their favorite way of playing is short attack.

The weapons they now use are box cannons and flower mechanisms. These semi-automatic automatic weapons consume a lot of ammunition.

Yesterday, Shang Zhen and others brought the Type 38 rifles to He Liang and even sent the bullets out.

If they had known this, why would they have switched to Japanese weapons?

Fortunately, when he gave He Liang these strategic gifts, he did not ask the soldiers to hand over the grenades.

Shang Zhen himself had a preference for Japanese grenades. The explosion power of Japanese grenades was greater than that of Chinese troops, and it was easier to carry.

"It's a bit too few. I guess I'll have to fight a big battle sooner or later." Shang Zhen murmured to himself.

And what can He Liang say?

Yesterday he had a speculative talk with Shang Zhen. He said that using their spoils to fight could bring Shang Zhen and the others the same number of pistol bullets. He was guaranteed at that time.

Just when He Liang felt speechless, Shang Zhen suddenly remembered something and asked, "Have your regiment commander also gone to the battlefield of Songhu?"

"I was transferred to the First Gendarmerie Regiment. Later I heard that the First Gendarmerie Regiment had also gone, but the results were not very good.

Our regiment commander said that the guns and bullets you gave him were all good things, but the problem was a bit late." He Liang explained.

"What does it mean to be a little late?" Shang Zhen was puzzled.

After Zhang Zhen asked this, He Liang leaned against Shang Zhen and whispered: "Our group leader is an official fan.

He meant that if the spoils you gave him earlier, he might be a bigger official if he handed over those things, but who would believe that the spoils he had in fighting the Japanese?”

Shang Zhen said "Oh" and he understood.

In the Battle of Songhu, the enemy and our sides fought for three months.

The first military police regiment came back after fighting the war in the first month. It was the fourth month now. It was only then that the spoils were handed over to the war, saying that they were the ones who fought the Japanese. If he was the leader of the regiment, he would not believe it.

Shang Zhen would not blame He Liang for this, but they really lack pistol bullets. What should we do?

Shang Zhen was thinking, and at this time he thought of what He Liang said that their leader was an official fan. He had an idea again when he moved his heart.

"Brother He, please wait here for a while. I seem to have some spoils." Shang Zhen turned around and headed into the small western-style building.

At this time, Shang Zhen had not forgotten, and looked at the soldiers in the cotton coats and said, "What are you doing? Change those cotton coats first! By the way, don't forget to leave a set for me and Uncle Wang!"

There was no one on the first floor, just because it was already dawn, and the soldiers were all watching the cotton packs He Liang sent to him in the yard.

He walked upstairs and went upstairs with a shock, and then he rushed to his bedroom.

When he faced the big bed, he couldn't help but laugh.

At this time, Wang Laomao was lying on the bed and was sleeping!

I don’t know why Wang Laomao sleeps so well, one of his legs has already kicked out of the quilt and exposed his hairy calf.

Since the September 18th, Shang Zhen has been fighting side by side with Wang Laomao, so he is naturally familiar with Wang Laomao.

If you say that Wang Laomao's figure is still very strong, it is not because people are so slacking off when they are middle-aged.

And Shang Zhen also knew that Wang Laomao had heart-protecting hair on his chest.

Just the hair on Wang Laomao was quite large, and Shang Zhen had never seen anyone with such strong body hair.

And the little dustpan, who was never afraid of Wang Laomao, once teased Wang Laomao and said that mosquitoes don’t bite my father-in-law.

When someone asked him why? Xiao Zhuoji smiled and explained that because his hair was too long and dense, the mosquito's legs were too short and could not be stretched in!

You said, Uncle Wang, where did he grow meat that women would like to attract? Shang Zhen smiled in his heart.

Last night, Shang Zhen stuffed his ears tightly and went to bed.

This is Nanjing City. Even if the Japanese army invaded Nanjing City, they would not be able to enter in a short while. Shang Zhen could finally have a good sleep.

And he is not a child, so he can certainly guess what Wang Laomao will do, but for such a thing, the man has love and the concubine has the intention of Shang Zhen, so he doesn't stop him!

He is a normal man, and he doesn't want to be stimulated by hearing anything he shouldn't have in the middle of the night!

Shang Zhen saw that Wang Laomao was sleeping soundly, so he ignored it and went to the torn clothes that were hung on the clothes rack by Wang Laomao.

He searched in the torn clothes for a while, and let alone, he really found what he wanted, and that thing was the yellow-collar seal with two golden stars that was put away by Wang Lao's hat.

Shang Zhen couldn't figure out what the rank of the Japanese officer wearing such a yellow collar seal was, but since He Liang said that their regiment commander was an official fan, then this thing should be a proof of the spoils!

Although the Chinese army in Nanjing has not yet fought with the Japanese army, there will definitely be a chance of fighting in the future.

So if the commander of the First Gendarmerie Regiment handed over this seal at that time, could it be considered a military merit?

Of course, this Huang Lingzhang was actually the spoils of the officers and soldiers of the 112th Division of the 57th Army of the Northeast Army when they attacked the Japanese army.

But what does this kind of thing mean?

Anyway, the Northeast Army is now the grandmother and uncle who doesn’t love each other, and even if they kill a senior Japanese general, they won’t get any benefits.

If this collar is still valuable, Shang Zhen would not mind sending the bell out.

However, what Shang Zhen didn't know was that the Northeast Army borrowed the light of their young marshal. Even in the years after the end of this war, the Northeast Army still carried the infamy of non-resistance. As for whoever deliberately blackened the Northeast Army, it was a matter of opinion.

Shang Zhen took the collar seal and walked downstairs, and at this time the small dustpan ran up from below.

"Come up?" Zhang Zhen felt a little headache when he saw Xiao Wuji's appearance, and suddenly he felt like he was an accomplice.

"Isn't this a military uniform? I gave my father-in-law a set for him to put on and try it.

I have to flatter him, I'm still waiting for him to have a daughter for me!" Xiao Wuji said with a smile.

Shang Zhen couldn't tell whether Xiao Wuji said something was intentional or unintentional, but he was really unintentional about Wang Laomao's affairs. What's more, Wang Laomao has returned to the big bed and wasn't someone else's bed, right? Well, let's do your own business!
Chapter completed!