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Chapter 342, the world is too difficult
"Boss, have a bowl of jelly."

"Well..."

Dang clang clang, chop the jelly jelly which is transparent like jelly into a bowl, pour a spout of old Shanxi vinegar, and put a bowl of jelly jelly in front of Wang Gensheng.

"How come?"

Yuan Lang lowered his head and sucked the jelly, and asked in a low voice.

Wang Gensheng took a pair of chopsticks, like a customer who normally eats jelly, he just answered in a low voice inadvertently:

"Unfortunately, I was caught by the little devil, and I was almost dragged to repair the city wall."

Yuan Lang raised his head and glanced at Wang Gensheng. Being able to sit here and talk to him would explain a lot of things.

To capture a group of special forces members as strong men, I don't know which group of unlucky people met them.

It's not good to mess with anyone, you have to mess with them.

"I've already circled around the city. The headquarters is in the north of the city. The Japanese have stepped up their defenses. They have at least doubled the number of open posts and secret posts. The risk of a complete sneak attack on the headquarters is a bit high. Our plan needs to be changed."

Yuan Lang wore the yellow skin of the second devil, and another second devil led the way, so he had a clear picture of the situation in the city.

He was not very surprised that the Japanese army command strengthened the defense of the sentry post.They were not prepared enough before, and a brigade headquarters let them take it.

If the Japanese don't have a long memory, Yuan Lang should doubt their IQ.

"How to change?"

Wang Gensheng picked up the jelly and took a sip.

On the way here, Yuan Lang already had a draft in mind: "One group attacked the arsenal, and the other group directly attacked the east gate.

Open the city gate, the army is brought in, a small headquarters can be crushed to death. "

The special forces members are mainly light weapons, and it is not easy to attack the prepared Japanese command.

But when the army comes in, the firepower of light and heavy machine guns is suppressed, and then the Type infantry artillery is used to bombard the enemy one by one, and the enemy can be easily crushed.

Wang Gensheng didn't know that the situation was not good for judgment, but he believed in Yuan Lang's judgment.

Just one more question.

"Did the weapon come in?"

The special forces members all came in with bare hands, that is to say, they killed seven or eight Japanese and puppet troops who escorted them, and captured several large caps.

It is obviously not enough to just use a rifle to make trouble.

"follow me."

Yuan Lang put two bills of bean jelly on the table, got up and walked towards an alley.

The stall owner put away the money and quickly waved: "Boss, it's too much. This is two parts."

The boss came to eat jelly to show his face, and it was justified if he didn’t give money. If he eats one jelly and pays for two, the stall owner might not be able to afford it.

Yuan Lang didn't turn his head back: "I'll take his share."

"Thank you boss."

Wang Gensheng grinned at the stall owner, got up and followed.

He did not bring any money, mainly because he had no money.

Who pays for dinner with Yuan Lang?No one has more money than him.

The two turned around, pushed the door and walked into a spacious house.

"The house was originally bought by a regimental commander of the Central Army. The officer disappeared, and the woman hanged herself. After someone died, it was rumored that the house was haunted. No one dared to live in it, so it was always empty."

Yuan Lang led Wang Gensheng to the west wing, where neatly stacked ammunition boxes were placed in front of him.

Wang Gensheng stepped forward to pry open the ammunition box and took out a brand new Bobosha submachine gun from it, his mouth shut in surprise.

"How did you get it in?"

The Japanese were so closely guarded that each box of ammunition would take at least two carts. Unless the guards at the city gate were blind, they would never turn a blind eye.

Yuan Lang didn't answer, but introduced this batch of munitions: "Thirty Boboshas and rounds of submachine gun ammunition are enough to turn the city upside down."

We all know the mystery of the consultant, Wang Gensheng will not ask boring questions.

He reloaded the magazine excitedly, "Enough, enough. It's okay to set up the little devil's headquarters."

Originally thought that at most a dozen or twenty rings could be deployed to attack the heavily guarded Japanese headquarters, Wang Gensheng did not have much confidence.

Now that all members are equipped with submachine guns, a special forces team of 20 can count as ten, unless the little devil gathers all the people in the headquarters and does not defend the city.

Otherwise, he will definitely smash his headquarters to pieces.

"Knowing that there are tigers in the mountain, but still prefer to go to the mountain, there is no reason to take such a big risk."

Before destroying a brigade headquarters, all the special forces members changed.

They were all top elites, Yuan Lang didn't want to pay too much for a small county town.

"Oh, by the way, there is a new thing, this thing is called a rocket launcher, a German product."

Yuan Lang pried open a box in the corner and took out a long weapon like a gun barrel.

"Bazooka, what is it for?" Wang Gensheng looked at the thick tube and asked very puzzled.

In his opinion, it looked like a cannon barrel, but he didn't see the consultant take out the base.

The gun, that's even less like it, how can there be such a thick gun.

Yuan Lang skillfully carried the bazooka on his shoulder, fiddled with it as if it was about to launch.

Still learning sound effects in my mouth,

"call out……"

"boom!"

After a while, he pointed to each part and introduced how to use it to Wang Gensheng.

"The German Tekken bazooka, the latest black technology. This is a rocket, which has the same effect as a cannonball.

Just like shooting a gun, aim at the enemy, and then pull the trigger, the rocket will fly towards the enemy with a whistling sound.

The maximum range is 150 meters, and the power of rockets is no less than that of mortar shells. The biggest advantage is that they can be fired directly.

Do not stand behind people when using it, and be careful of accidental injury from the tail flame when it is activated. "

Wang Gensheng didn't know how to describe his mood at this time, today is a knife to open his eyes.

There is such a weapon in this world?

Remove the base of the mortar, add a pulled trigger, and the shells can be fired.

It was unheard of before.

If he had to describe it, the rocket launcher is a bit like a grenade.

However, just by looking at the shape and size of the rocket, one can tell that it must be much more powerful than the grenade.

Several times the amount of explosives is enough for the enemy to drink a pot.

The bazooka is very easy to learn. Wang Gensheng has learned the basic operation skills from Yuan Lang twice.

It's just that whether you hit it right or not depends on luck.

The bazooka is easy to learn but difficult to master, unless it is used like Yuan Lang, most people really have to practice for a year or so before they dare to say that they are accurate enough.

"Can't you just get started?"

Wang Gensheng suddenly thought of a workaround: "We can get close to launch and shorten the distance to get together, so we can shoot accurately, right?"

Yuan Lang: "Then don't get too close, it's not good to blow yourself up."

The bazooka is mainly used to deal with bunkers, tanks and armored vehicles.

If it is used to deal with soldiers, it doesn't matter if it is not accurate, it is enough, and the damage caused by the explosion and fragments is enough for the enemy to drink a pot.

Ten rocket launchers and one hundred rockets were prepared.

It is definitely not necessary to use so much right now, and the surplus is reserved for the equipment of the new second regiment.

When Wang Gensheng learned about the power of the rocket launcher, his thoughts changed again: "Advisor, with the rocket launcher, the combat capability of the Special Forces can be raised to another level.

Let me see if the troops can be divided into three groups, one group will go to the east gate, and the second group will occupy the arsenal, and I will lead the rest to block the outside of the devil's headquarters.

Whenever the little devil leads troops to the east of the city to support, we will give him a few rockets to buy time for the large troops. "

No assault, just blocking the street for a while... With a submachine gun and a bazooka, it's not a difficult task.

Yuan Lang nodded: "Okay, just do as you said, let one group wait here in the evening, and I will go to the east gate with the monk."

A time was agreed upon, and the two parted ways.

On the way back, Yuan Lang wandered around and stopped at the door of a restaurant, and looked up at the signature Liu Ji donkey meat.

Not to mention, I'm really hungry after wandering around all morning.

He stepped in and said, "Shopkeeper, here are two catties of donkey meat in sauce, and three more for fire."

"Dear guests, please..."

The shopkeeper greeted him with a smile when he heard the voice, but when he saw the real person, his expression changed instantly.

"Boss, unfortunately, the sauced donkey meat is sold out."

Seeing the change in the shopkeeper's face, Yuan Lang knew what had happened. It must be his clothes that caused the trouble, and they regarded him as a free eater.

A piece of ocean was slapped on the counter: "Shopkeeper, what kind of meat is there, don't tell me you don't have any here."

Seeing Dayang, the shopkeeper perfectly showed his ability as a chameleon, and his face turned into a flower with a smile, "Then how can it be! Yes, I guarantee you will be satisfied."

Turning his head and yelling: "Braise donkey meat in soy sauce, stir-fry donkey meat with green onions, and three more fires."

The shop was so deserted that there were no guests at a table, so Yuan Lang found a table at random and sat down.

He couldn't help but wondered: "The shopkeeper, it's already dinner time and there's no one there. Is it because you can't cook well?"

The shopkeeper started to work as a clerk, wiped the table, poured a cup of tea, and said with a helpless face: "My old shop was opened in the Guangxu period, and it has been more than 60 years.

Passed down from my grandfather, not to mention a century-old store, it is also in its prime.

If the dishes are not well prepared, can they be kept for so many years? "

It has been open for more than 60 years, and it is indeed an old shop.If the store didn't have two signature dishes to keep customers, it would have been a long time ago.

Yuan Lang: "But why is there no one in your store?"

If the restaurant is full of people, the taste will not be much worse.But if one person does not, then there is something wrong with the designation.

The shopkeeper didn't answer in a hurry, but looked Yuan Lang up and down, and with the Dayang given just now, he guessed in his heart that this person was definitely not the second devil.

Those yellow-skinned devils who came to eat were all in debt, and very few were willing to pay.

Whoever is willing to give it to Dayang is still a second devil!

After thinking about it, the shopkeeper didn't shy away from it, and complained: "Isn't it because of this ghost world, there are wars everywhere.

The common people have no money in their pockets, and they can't get enough to eat corn bread.Who still comes to the restaurant?
Those who come to eat in restaurants are all guns in their hands, and I don’t dare to ask others for their free food.

I can't get through this day.

It's just a coincidence for you, in a few days, the small shop will really be closed, and you won't be able to eat even if you want to. "

The common people have become poor ghosts, and there is no oil to squeeze.

This sentence suddenly appeared in Yuan Lang's mind, and it still had sound effects.

War is essentially the consumption of two powers, food and drink are all expensive.

The central army has been entrenched here for several years, and the soldiers at the grassroots level will be hungry, let alone the common people.

Judging from the shopkeeper's attitude just now, the Japanese are here, and freeloaders are not uncommon.

It's just one wave for another.

Just thinking about it, the dishes came up.

Stir-fried donkey meat with scallions, braised donkey meat in soy sauce, before eating it on the table, the nose enjoys it first, the small taste is scratched, and the aroma is tangy.

Putting a piece of donkey meat in your mouth is definitely the greatest enjoyment in recent days.

Tiantian canned scones, Yuan Lang almost got angry after eating them, and the two dishes of stir-fried vegetables at this time were extremely delicious.

A moment of effort is like wind and clouds, sweeping away the delicious food.

"belch……"

After drinking a cup of tea, Yuan Lang rubbed his stomach, "Shopkeeper, you can't close this shop. If it is closed, where can I find such delicious food?"

"Ah." The shopkeeper sighed, a customer who is willing to pay is useless, so many freeloaders will collapse sooner or later.

"If it can continue to open, who would like to close? The old store of more than 60 years, the painstaking efforts of three generations. It fell into my hands, and I will have no face to see my ancestors when I die."

Yuan Lang took another two pieces of ocean: "Ten catties of sauced donkey meat, pieces of fire, and pieces of corn bread. The rest will be kept on the account. As long as you still open the door, I will come back and eat."

"Hey, that's great!"

The shopkeeper performed another face-changing performance, and the speed with which he reached out to catch the ocean was faster than the thief's clever hands and empty hands.

Explain what is called a money-greedy treasurer.

"However, if you are not greedy for money, this small shop will not survive today."

Yuan Lang sighed slightly, the shit world doesn't give people a way out.

Isn't this forcing people to take guns?

Tonight, overthrow the rule of Little Japan.

Monk Wei waited anxiously in the courtyard, he heard his stomach growling.

"Why don't you come back?"

Thinking of the boss eating hazel outside, starving himself, and guarding these prisoners, he was so greedy that he drools.

"My good man, I have half a sweet potato here."

A clever captive offered up the rations he was carrying.

It is estimated that Monk Wei was regarded as a bandit.

"Go, go, eat by yourself." The monk kept his stomach waiting for the meat, and naturally he didn't want to eat the tasteless sweet potato.

The man put the sweet potato into his arms resentfully, summoned up his courage and said, "Hero, we are all poor people working as coolies, and we don't have any big children on us..."

The hungry monk was very irritable, "I told you, we are not bandits, and we won't do anything to you. Just stay here, and we will let you go when the time comes."

A cold and handsome look came over, and the man who spoke shrank his neck in fright.

Boom, boom, the door was knocked.

It must be that the boss came back, Monk Wei rushed to open the door, looking at the face at first, looking for something to eat at the second.

The monk's nose is sharper than a dog's, so he took the food from Yuan Lang's hand, grabbed the sauced donkey meat and gnawed it.

Eating is not much better than being reincarnated as a starved ghost.

"Hey, save some for me, the other brothers haven't eaten yet!"

Yuan Lang still hadn't forgotten the two punches that Monk Wei had hammered him, he held a grudge very much.

If I knew it earlier, I would send it there first, and leave a few buns for the monk to eat.

(End of this chapter)