Chapter 1882: "The Glutton" Offers His Second Plan

"Pah" "Pah" "Pah"

There were gunshots at the southern entrance of Shuiquan Town. It was an Eighth Route Army soldier firing his old barrel into the air.

But he grinned every time he fired a shot. He fired three shots, and grinned three times.

"Just shoot, why are you grinning?" Fan Tongwu, who was standing aside, asked cautiously.

At first, he thought that this Eighth Route Army soldier was also a new soldier who had never fired a gun. When he fired a gun, the butt of the gun would shake his shoulder and hurt. He was like this when he first learned to shoot a gun. His shoulder was swollen, so he would grin after firing a shot.

But then he found that it was not right, because this Eighth Route Army soldier pulled the bolt to eject the shell, and then pushed the bullet into the chamber, a series of actions that were smooth and flowing.

With this action, how could he be a new soldier? That's why Fan Tongwu was curious.

"I feel sorry for the bullets! These three bullets are enough for me to fight a battle." The Eighth Route Army soldier replied.

Fan Tongwu said "Oh", but what he was thinking was that the Eighth Route Army soldier was indeed worthy of his reputation as a three-gun local Eighth Route Army soldier.

At this time, he saw that the Eighth Route Army soldier bent down to pick up the ejected shell. Although the shell was hot, he didn't care.

Fan Tongwu saw him twisting his hand with that hand, and then the other hand twisted back, and the situation was like picking up a freshly baked potato from the stove!

"Why are you picking up shells? Do you have your own arsenal?" Fan Tongwu asked curiously again.

The Eighth Route Army soldier glanced at him vigilantly, but because they were fighting side by side, the vigilance in his eyes disappeared, and he replied: "Where is the arsenal? I just went back and cut a bullet tip out of wood, and then inserted it into the shell to make it look like a real bullet, and then inserted it into the bullet bag."

"Why is that?" Fan Tongwu was even more curious.

"It's loaded with real bullets, so that the little devils and the second devils think that we, the Eighth Route Army, have a lot of bullets!" The Eighth Route Army soldier replied.

"Is this okay?" Fan Tongwu was surprised.

"Why not? There are ways to deal with poverty." The Eighth Route Army soldier answered as a matter of course, and then said with regret: "It would be great if there were firecrackers now."

"Why do you want firecrackers again?" At this time, Fan Tongwu was like what later generations called opening a blind box. He really couldn't figure out what the Eighth Route Army soldier would say next.

"Put the firecrackers in the tin barrel and light them. The thing makes a ping-pong sound, which sounds like a machine gun from a distance. This saves me three bullets and makes the devils in the distance sound more like there are machine guns here." The Eighth Route Army soldier explained again. As he said, there are ways to deal with poverty. He did not hide his Eighth Route Army's routines to fight the devils.

Fan Tongwu looked at the Eighth Route Army soldier curiously. Since he and Wu Ziqi entered the Shangzhen Camp, he felt that the Shangzhen Camp and their security division had many differences, but when he came into contact with the Eighth Route Army, he found that the Eighth Route Army was different from the Northeast Army.

Of course, the Northeast Army here mainly refers to Shang Zhen's battalion, and he has not come into contact with other Northeast Army

While talking, gunshots were heard not far away. It was an alley adjacent to the main street, which was another exit from Shuiquan Town from the south.

However, there were more gunshots than this one. Five or six shots were fired one after another. As for shooting into the sky, it was the same.

After a while, Fan Tongzuo, Zhao Wang and another Eighth Route Army soldier ran over.

The shots just now were fired by Fan Tongzuo. He wanted to fire a few more shots, but was stopped by Zhao Wang. As for the reason why Zhao Wang stopped him, it was the same as the reason of this Eighth Route Army soldier. It was too much bullets. People almost said that Fan Tongzuo was a prodigal son!

"Let's go, let's go to that exit. I don't know if the Japanese will be fooled." Zhao Wang said.

The reason why they fired into the sky at two intersections was because they listened to Fan Tongzuo's advice. When the Japanese heard the gunshots at these two intersections, they would probably not run to these two intersections, but would run to the third entrance.

Outside the third intersection, there are some other scattered houses and obstacles such as pig pens and cow sheds. They can use the terrain of those houses to block the Japanese army.

Perhaps Fan Tongzuo's opinion could not satisfy Zhao Wang, but the problem is that he could not come up with a better opinion, so he could only listen to Fan Tongzuo.

However, if he knew that Fan Tongzuo's nickname in the security division was "rice bucket", it is estimated that he would never adopt Fan Tongzuo's opinion.

Several people ran to the house outside the third intersection, but after running a few steps, Fan Tongzuo suddenly stopped and said: "Why am I still a little worried? What if the little devils run out from these two intersections?"

The two intersections he mentioned undoubtedly refer to the two intersections where they had just finished shooting.

This is what they thought of this plan, but if the Japanese army is far away now and did not hear the gunshots from these two intersections, it is not impossible for them to come out from these two intersections.

Seeing that Fan Tongzuo's idea was to pull the sentinel (hesitant), what could Zhao Wang say? He could only say in his heart, you still know!

After all, real war is not a drama with a blueprint, everything is possible.

"How about this, the four of you go to hide outside that intersection, and I will shoot at these two intersections, one at this intersection, and another at that intersection." Fan Tongzuo said.

"Are you really not afraid of too many bullets?" Zhao Wang said angrily when he heard Fan Tongzuo say this. There is no doubt that he really cares about the bullets.

But what else can he say? The bullets belong to Fan Tongzuo, who belongs to the Northeast Army, not to him.

"Why do you feel sorry for the bullets?" Fan Tongzuo glanced at Zhao Wang's face, and Zhao Wang snorted.

What is this situation like? It's like a rich kid eating steamed buns and throwing them away, while the poor are jealous of the steamed buns but can't do anything about it.

"Let's exchange guns first. I'll give you my good one. Anyway, my shooting skills are not very good. I'll give you another 30 bullets." Fan Tongzuo is generous enough.

The main reason why he did this was because he found that although Zhao Wang was a bad-mouthed person, he was a good person.

"Really?" Zhao Wang couldn't believe his ears.

The rifles used by Zhao Wang and Fan Tongzuo were both old sleeves.

But Zhao Wang's gun was so old that the rifling in the barrel was almost worn out. How could such a gun be accurate?

You know, the rifling is known as the soul of the gun barrel.

It is the rifling that gives the bullet the ability to rotate during flight, so that the bullet can be fired farther and fly more stably, just like an arrow shot from a bow.

"I keep my word, how can it be false? I guarantee it, no! People in the Northeast Army keep their word!" Fan Tongzuo said.

"Brother!" Fan Tongwu couldn't help but shout beside him.

It is said that some soldiers sharpen their guns before going into battle, but I have never heard of changing guns before going into battle!

It's just that Fan Tongwu couldn't say anything because the Eighth Route Army was right in front of him.

"Anyway, we are fighting the devils, and you know my poor marksmanship. This good gun is wasted! Can't you just give it back to me after the battle?

Besides, we are fighting the devils' ambush, maybe after the battle, I can still get a Type 38 rifle?" Fan Tongzuo thought it through.

Fan Tongzuo said so, what else can Fan Tongwu say?

As for Zhao Wang, a soldier of the Eighth Route Army, facing a powerful enemy, if he had a good gun, his success rate in killing the enemy would certainly increase. Let's talk about it, just exchange them first, so why did he object?

So the two exchanged guns, and Fan Tongzuo gave Zhao Wang 30 more bullets.

Zhao Wang, Fan Tongwu and two other Eighth Route Army soldiers went to the third intersection, while Fan Tongzuo ran back with the gun.

Just now they ran forward a few steps, and now he ran back a few steps, but stood outside the main street exit again.

Fan Tongzuo put the rifle he exchanged from Zhao Wang on his shoulder and aimed at the chimney of a house in front of him and fired a shot.

Fan Tongzuo really didn't know where the bullet went, but it didn't hit the chimney anyway!

"I don't even use this broken gun as a fire stick, and I'm still using it to fight the devils, just to hear the sound!" Fan Tongzuo said with some disdain.

After saying that, he saw that no one was coming from the other end of the street, so he took his rifle and ran to the first intersection again.

Fan Tongzuo actually had his own shortcomings. As he said, his shooting skills were really not very good.

To say that he temporarily gave his good gun to Zhao Hao was indeed out of sincerity, but there was another reason. He felt that if the Japanese devils really came out from the third intersection, the five of them would not be able to stop them, and that would involve how to escape.

He lent his good gun to Zhao Wang, and he watched from a distance with this broken gun. If he could win, he would fight, and if he couldn't win, he would hide away. No one could say that he was a deserter.

He also temporarily avoided the dangerous place. As for his younger brother Fan Tongwu, on the way here, he had already taken the opportunity to tell Wan Congwu to be smarter and winked at him. He believed that his younger brother must understand what he meant.