The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 145 No One Sleeps Tonight (Part )

At the same time, Hu Biao and others were discussing what Annie should do next in the concession.

Black Star, Huang A'di, Dead Fish, Mo Shuiyan and others were also not idle. They were also seizing the time to complete the tasks assigned by Hu Biao.

In a corner of the third floor, the 524th Regiment stored all damaged weapons and some simple tools.

After lighting a dim lantern and adding an old-fashioned flashlight as a means of illumination, Mo Shuiyan was busy here.

But if Hu Biao came over to take a look, he would definitely be shocked.

When PLA veterans like Black Star and Dead Fish saw this, they would nod approvingly.

The reason for such a difference is that in a short period of time, Mo Shuiyan, a novice, disassembled a part here, and polished and modified a part there with pliers and files.

A Czech light machine gun has been successfully repaired.

If the above information is true, it only means that Mo Shuiyan is really quite familiar with the structure of weapons from World War II to the Cold War, and he is not exaggerating at all.

So the crux of the problem is the action of holding a tool and intentionally wearing out the Czech-style gun barrel.

The main reason is that the ZB-26 light machine gun, also known as the Czech type, was indeed a very excellent light machine gun during World War II.

However, both the Bren light machine gun and the Bren light machine gun developed based on it have a big problem:

Shooting accuracy is too high and hitting too accurately is often a problem.

Because the light machine gun was an important firepower point on the battlefield during World War II and had a key task: to suppress the enemy's firepower and offense.

The precision of the Czech light machine gun often results in a bullet dispersion range that is too small when shooting, and it can only hit one or two targets in the front, making it impossible to form fire coverage and suppress the opponent's charge.

This is also why the British developed the Bren light machine gun from the Czech type.

After the guns were shipped out of the factory and distributed to the troops, the soldiers in the troops all raised the same issue: they hoped that the accuracy would be lower when the arsenal produced them.

For this reason, the British intentionally shortened the barrel in subsequent models.

Friends who often shoot guns know that the shorter the barrel, the worse the accuracy!

Mo Shuiyan's current action of polishing the rifling is also to reduce the accuracy of the bullet leaving the barrel.

The goal is to achieve a larger bullet dispersion area in a narrow environment like a warehouse and suppress the Japanese soldiers rushing in.

From this we can see that Mo Shuiyan, a novice, is quite good at light weapons.

Because knowing this little-known fact about the Czech light machine gun is only one aspect, and daring to polish the rifling of the barrel is another.

After all, if this thing is not operated properly, the barrel will be damaged to the point where it cannot be used. People who are not familiar with it dare not try it at all.

After polishing it for a while, Mo Shuiyan shone the flashlight into the barrel of the gun. After carefully checking it, he finally nodded with satisfaction.

This Czech light machine gun has now been successfully repaired and modified by him.

In the following time, Mo Shuiyan still did not rest.

After lighting a cigarette to refresh himself, he found a few damaged Hanyang rifles, repaired them, and then began a new round of processing and modification.

Specifically, the original buttstock was sawed off and replaced with a curved handle like a pistol.

A long section of the barrel was also sawed off, so the Hanyang rifle, which was originally 95.5 cm long, was suddenly reduced to less than 40 cm in length.

Although such a modification makes the recoil of this thing more difficult to control when firing, the accuracy of the bullet will be greatly reduced if it is fired a little further.

But in a narrow environment like a warehouse, it is undoubtedly much more convenient to use.

The key is that when this thing is really used, the distance between the two sides is probably less than ten meters, and the accuracy is completely sufficient.

In the end, after a lot of hard work, Mo Shuiyan produced a total of five modified Hanyang-made pistols.

This means that the five newbies now have a secondary weapon to use in emergencies, and the results can be said to be quite fruitful.

But even so, the newbie Mo Shuiyan still had a look of regret on his face.

No other reason! Even a good cook cannot cook without rice.

Given the current shortage of tools and accessories, he clearly has many better solutions and technologies, but there is no way to implement them.

For example: If the conditions were slightly better, I believe he could convert the Czech-style light machine gun into a belt-fed one, allowing the light machine gun to have the feel and firepower of a medium-sized general-purpose machine gun.

If he had some thicker gun barrels, he could DIY a few shotguns with cardboard shells.

One shot can knock down several devils...

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With a click, Black Star pulled the bolt and loaded a bullet. Then he pointed the gun at the seven terrified fleeing soldiers in front of him and said coldly:

"This is your last chance. Tell me your real numbers, names, and ranks, or I won't be polite.

Anyway, Captain Xie said yesterday that if you don't behave, we can enforce battlefield discipline and shoot you, the idiot deserters."

Dead Fish and Huang A'di, standing by, didn't say anything, but the way they silently raised their submachine guns spoke volumes. The above scene was the opening remarks of their conversation with the seven defeated soldiers from the third squad tonight.

There's no way! They figured it out.

It is impossible to inspire the fighting courage of these seven guys by just sweet words, so we must use some shocking stuff.

So after waking up the seven fallen asleep deserters, they began to do the same.

The sudden noise woke up Lei Xiong and the brothers of the machine gun company who were not far away.

However, after they discovered this situation, they not only ignored it, but spat at the defeated soldiers in hatred and went back to sleep.

Seeing this, the defeated soldiers could only report their true situation:

"Private First Class Wu Yaoxiu, 4th Brigade, Quartermaster Battalion, 90th Division, 270th Army of the Guangdong Army."

"Private First Class Xu Helin of the 15th Division of the Hunan Army~"

"Zhejiang Provincial Security Corps, clerk Luo Min~"

"Anhui Army 44th Division, Sergeant Communications Officer Zuo Shinian~"

"Zhu Dashan, Warrant Officer Deputy Platoon Leader, 49th Division, 105th Army of the Northeast Army~"

"Sergeant Ma Haiyun, 49th Division, 105th Army of the Northeastern Army~"

"Corporal Xu Fuchang, 49th Division, 105th Army of the Northeast Army~"

Wow! Seven people, from five different local warlords.

The accents were also varied. If Black Star and the other three hadn't traveled far and wide and heard many accents, they might not have understood what they were saying.

At the same time, Huang A'di also noticed one thing. When the other people were talking, they couldn't help but look at Zhu Dashan, the warrant officer platoon leader of the Northeast Army.

Combined with what happened today, every time a fight breaks out, this guy is the first one to disappear. He also grabs the food the most fiercely during meals and looks the most ferocious when eating.

For a moment, no one knew that the biggest troublemaker among these defeated soldiers was this Warrant Officer Deputy Platoon Leader Zhu Dashan.

With the idea of ​​killing a chicken to scare the monkeys and that executing one would stop the other six from fighting, Huang A-di hardened his heart and gave a look to the dead fish on the side.

After receiving the look, Siyu stepped forward and kicked Zhu Dashan in the knee, making him kneel on the ground.

Huang A-di put the muzzle of the gun to Zhu Dashan's forehead. Before pulling the trigger, he didn't know what he was thinking about, and he cursed fiercely:
"Run, run away, you still have the nerve to run away.

Back then, you had 300,000 people with guns, cannons, planes and tanks, but you ended up leaving the vast Northeast to the Japanese without firing a single shot.

They are not even as good as some patrolmen. They can still fight the Japanese with your discarded weapons; even some bandits dare to fight guerrilla warfare with the Japanese.

Now that Pingjin has been lost, North China has completely fallen, and the Magic City is about to be lost.

The Japs are about to take over half of China, and you're still trying to escape. Where the hell can you escape to? I'm going to kill you, you idiot."

Unexpectedly, under such scolding, Zhu Dashan became angry and roared loudly:

"Shoot, you idiot, shoot.

Can we, the soldiers, be blamed for the retreat back then? The eldest son of the Zhang family forbade us to shoot. He didn't care about his father's family property, so what could I, a soldier who only eats food, do?
Since entering the customs, we have been like wild ghosts without any territory, and our lives have been getting worse and worse. After the eldest son of the Zhang family was locked up by the bald principal, there was no one to help us, and our lives became even more difficult.

We also want to fight the Japanese and return to the Northeast.

But the brothers who died or were disabled received no compensation, the troops lost in battle received no replacements, and instead their numbers were revoked. How can we fight? What else can we do if we don’t run away?

When he said this, Zhu Dashan burst into tears.

Seeing this, Ma Haiyun and Xu Fuchang, two Northeast Army soldiers, also knelt on the ground. The former even gave a reason: "Sir, please spare my life.

The reason why Brother Zhu took us away was because he was concerned about the elderly and children in his family.

The Zhu family has had only one son for three generations, and his wife only gave birth to a child before they withdrew from the Great Wall. Now that the Japanese have occupied the Northeast, how will his sister-in-law survive with the child alone?

After a long silence, Black Star spoke:

"The Japs must be fought, otherwise, are you willing for the descendants of your Zhu family to serve the Japs as slaves, worse than second-class people?

If you are going to fight a war, if you don't fight now, will you leave it to your son to fight?
Now I'm giving you one last chance. Are you willing to risk your life and fight the devils tomorrow?"

Perhaps it was the sentence "If you don't fight now, will you leave it to your son to fight?" that touched Zhu Dashan, the veteran soldier. Without any hesitation, he roared with red eyes:
"I'm willing to fight the devils."

"Commander, we are also willing to fight the Japs." Seeing this, the other defeated soldiers all echoed.

After hearing this, Huang A'di retracted the gun that was pointed at Zhu Dashan's forehead, giving these defeated soldiers another chance to see what would happen next.

At this point, there were no further incidents in the Sihang Warehouse.

Time passed little by little, and the sky finally brightened. It was destined that more intense battles and scenes were about to begin...

(End of this chapter)