Holding the original shares, they fought all the way to the Korean War!

3 PM.

At the threshing ground in Lijia Yu.

More than 1,200 soldiers lined up.

This was no ordinary formation; it was a formation brimming with barely suppressed excitement and anticipation.

The threshing ground was very quiet; no one spoke or whispered.

All eyes were fixed on the east end of the threshing ground.

That row of makeshift wooden platforms.

There were hundreds of wooden crates there.

Zhou Tianyang stood at the front, his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

Behind him stood three battalion commanders: Zhao Wenlong, Tian Chengjun, and Sun Shengli.

The three people had different expressions.

Zhao Wenlong rubbed his hands together, his eyes practically gleaming, like a hungry wolf eyeing a piece of meat.

Tian Chengjun appeared calm on the surface, but he couldn't suppress the expectation in his eyes.

Sun Shengli simply stood on tiptoe, craning his neck as far as he could, as if he wanted to see right through those wooden boxes.

Zhou Tianyang looked at the soldiers below the stage, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Comrades!"

He spoke, but his voice was soft.

But everyone in the threshing ground could hear it clearly.

"Our entire group is changing outfits today!"

The threshing floor fell silent for a moment.

Then a burst of suppressed buzzing sound erupted.

The soldiers looked at each other, their eyes filled with excitement and curiosity.

The whole group changed outfits?

They're using Type 38 rifles now, which are already quite good.

What better gun could I get?

Zhou Tianyang raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

The buzzing gradually subsided.

The threshing floor returned to silence.

"Zhao Wenlong!"

"arrive!"

Zhao Wenlong stepped forward.

Stand at attention and speak loudly.

"Bring men and open all the wooden crates!"

"yes!"

Zhao Wenlong turned around and waved his hand.

"First Battalion, follow me!"

The soldiers of the First Battalion responded and moved into action.

The first wooden crate was pried open.

Zhao Wenlong reached into the box and picked up a rifle.

It was a rifle he had never seen before.

The gun has a long, sleek barrel with smooth lines and a wooden stock.

There are no front and rear sights above the barrel.

Instead, something he had never seen before appeared.

Zhao Wenlong's pupils suddenly contracted.

"What kind of gun is this?"

He asked the question instinctively, his voice slightly hoarse.

Zhou Tianyang walked to his side, picked up the rifle, and raised it in the sunlight.

"M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, and everyone in the threshing ground could hear it.

"American-made equipment, semi-automatic firing."

"Eight-round magazine capacity, using a slotted clip for feeding."

"Effective range of over 700 meters, rate of fire of 40 to 50 rounds per minute."

"This gun is several levels better than the Type 38 rifle."

A buzz of discussion erupted again in the threshing ground.

What is meant by semi-automatic?

"It means you don't need to pull the bolt, just pull the trigger and fire a shot."

"No need to pull the bolt?"

"How fast is the rate of fire?"

"Forty to fifty rounds per minute, several times faster than the Type 38 rifle!"

"My goodness, isn't that a repeating shotgun?"

"It's not fully automatic, it's semi-automatic. You fire one shot with each pull of the trigger, but you don't need to pull the bolt back."

"That's almost like rapid-fire!"

The discussion grew louder and louder.

The soldiers' expressions changed from curiosity to excitement.

Zhao Wenlong picked up another rifle and examined it several times.

His fingers gently traced the gun barrel, the trigger guard, and the eight-round magazine.

Then, he raised his head, looked at Zhou Tianyang, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Commander, where did you get this gun?"

Zhou Tianyang looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"you guess."

Seeing Zhou Tianyang's expression, Zhao Wenlong swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Where is he supposed to guess?

He followed Zhou Tianyang out of the 772nd Regiment, and he witnessed the battles he fought and the spoils he captured.

He remembered everything in his mind.

But he didn't ask any further questions.

These days, who doesn't have a few secrets?

The important thing is whether the gun works well, not where it comes from.

"Open all the wooden crates!"

Zhao Wenlong turned around and shouted to the soldiers of the First Battalion.

"Open it all up and take everything out!"

The soldiers of the First Battalion hurriedly began to pry open the wooden crates.

One wooden crate after another was pried open, revealing what was inside.

There were rifles, machine guns, mortars, submachine guns, and ammunition...

The soldiers' eyes grew brighter and their breathing became more rapid as they looked at the equipment.

Zhao Wenlong stood in front of the wooden platform.

Holding the list written by Zhou Tianyang in his hand, his voice was trembling.

"Two thousand M1 Garand semi-automatic rifles!"

"Thirty MG42 general-purpose machine guns!"

"Fifteen M2 60mm mortars!"

"Thirty MP40 submachine guns!"

"More than 200,000 rounds of various types of ammunition!"

"Three hundred mortar shells!"

After reading the last word, Zhao Wenlong closed the list, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

He turned around, looked at Zhou Tianyang, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Commander, this is enough for a brigade."

Zhou Tianyang smiled but didn't say anything.

His gaze swept across the entire room.

"Comrades!"

His voice suddenly rose a few decibels.

"Now, let's begin changing!"

"Each battalion shall collect its equipment in order!"

"All rifles have been replaced with M1 Garand semi-automatic rifles!"

"Replace all machine guns in each battalion with MG42 general-purpose machine guns!"

"Each battalion is equipped with five M2 60mm mortars!"

"The entire regimental headquarters guard platoon has been re-equipped with MP40 submachine guns!"

"yes!"

The three battalion commanders answered in unison, their voices echoing across the threshing ground.

The costume change has begun.

The threshing ground suddenly became lively.

The soldiers of the first battalion lined up.

He took the brand-new M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle from Zhao Wenlong.

They held the gun, looking at it from left to right, clearly admiring it.

Some were pulling the bolt, some were aiming, and some were wiping the gun.

"That's a great gun!"

"This gun is a bit heavier than the Type 38 rifle, but the feel is so much better!"

"Of course, how could semi-automatic equipment be bad?"

"From now on, when we fight the Japanese, we won't need to pull the bolt anymore. Just pull it once and fire! Just thinking about it is awesome!"

The soldiers of the Second Battalion were not to be outdone.

Tian Chengjun stood at the front of the line and personally handed out guns to the soldiers.

He picked up an M1 Garand, pulled back the bolt, looked at it, and then smelled it.

Then, he raised his head and his gaze swept over all the soldiers in the camp.

"Comrades, this is a good gun!"

His voice was loud, and every word was clear.

"But even the best gun is useless if you don't know how to use it!"

"If your marksmanship is poor, even the best gun is useless!"

"Therefore, training cannot stop after changing uniforms!"

"Shooting training: at least twenty live rounds every day!"

"If anyone misses their shot, don't blame me for making them practice extra every day!"

"yes!"

The soldiers of the Second Battalion answered in unison, their voices filled with a spirit of defiance.

On the Third Battalion's side, Sun Shengli was leading his soldiers to collect machine guns.

Thirty MG42 general-purpose machine guns, ten for each battalion.

Sun Shengli personally picked up an MG42.

He weighed it in his hand, then put it down.

"Comrades, this thing is called an MG42 general-purpose machine gun!"

His voice was filled with undisguised excitement.

"Rate of fire exceeding 1200 rounds per minute!"

"Pull the trigger, and bullets rain down like water!"

"With this thing, from now on, no matter how many Japanese soldiers charge, they'll all die!"