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

[Host: Zhou Tianyang]

Age: 20

[Position: Commander of the 2nd New Regiment, 386th Brigade, 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army]

[Physical condition: Human limits]

Strength: S-rank

Speed: S-class

Endurance: S-level

Reaction: S grade

Recovery ability: S-rank

【Skill:】

Basic Firearms Mastery (Upgradeable)

Basic Combat Mastery (Upgradeable)

【arms:】

M1C Garand semi-automatic sniper rifle (with M84 optical sight)

Mauser pistol (outdated, replacement recommended)

Current points: 3458

[Host's Overall Evaluation:]

Individual combat capability: S-level

Tactical command ability: Level B (Needs improvement)

Zhou Tianyang's eyes lit up slightly as he looked at the points section.

3458 points.

It's almost double the number from last time.

That Japanese major alone contributed 1000 points.

And those captains, lieutenants, second lieutenants, sergeants, and squad leaders.

Including ordinary soldiers, the total score was over three thousand points.

He and the entire Second New Regiment have indeed achieved quite a lot this time.

Zhou Tianyang's lips curled up slightly.

3458 points, that's enough to get a lot done.

His gaze fell on the weapons bar, and he began to make plans in his mind.

Submachine gun.

He had long wanted to equip the new Second Regiment with a batch of submachine guns.

In close-quarters combat, the submachine gun is far superior to the rifle in terms of firepower suppression.

In urban warfare, night fighting, and jungle warfare, the submachine gun is a powerful weapon.

He opened the weapon and equipment section of the system store.

Find the page with the submachine gun.

MP18 submachine gun: 50 points/unit.

[Diameter: 9 mm.]

Magazine capacity: 32 rounds (magazine fed).

Effective range: 150 meters.

Rate of fire: 500 rounds per minute.

Ammunition: 20 rounds per point.

Zhou Tianyang stared at the MP18 submachine gun's page for a few seconds, then shook his head.

Although the MP18 is a classic, it is, after all, a product from the previous generation.

If you're going to buy something, buy the good stuff.

His gaze continued downwards.

MP40 submachine gun: 100 points/unit.

[Diameter: 9 mm.]

Magazine capacity: 32 rounds (magazine fed).

Effective range: 200 meters.

Rate of fire: 500 rounds per minute.

Ammunition: 20 rounds per point.

Zhou Tianyang's eyes lit up.

The MP40, a German-made submachine gun, was one of the best submachine guns of World War II.

It has a moderate rate of fire, high accuracy, and good reliability.

It's several levels better than the MP18.

One item costs 100 points, which isn't cheap, but it's definitely worth it.

He thought about it and did some mental calculations.

One assault platoon, thirty men.

Each person needs an MP40, plus ammunition, which requires...

Thirty MP40s, 3000 points.

Adding the corresponding bullets, it would also require 300 points.

He currently has 3458 points, just enough to buy a submachine gun.

"I still don't have enough points."

Zhou Tianyang sighed inwardly.

It's not just about buying submachine guns.

I need to keep buying the body-strengthening liquid, and more...

There are so many places where I need points, and I never have enough.

He closed the points mall and looked at the soldiers busily working at the bottom of the ditch.

More than 500 soldiers are busy taking inventory of supplies and cleaning up the battlefield.

They all had smiles on their faces and worked with extra energy.

As Zhou Tianyang watched this scene, he began to plan his next move.

After I get back, I'll buy a batch of MP40s first.

Form an assault gun platoon to serve as the regimental headquarters' guard platoon.

Thirty men, thirty submachine guns—their close-combat firepower is definitely formidable.

Then continue recruiting soldiers.

There are more than 350 people, that's quite a lot.

But a regular infantry regiment needs more than two thousand men, and he's far from that.

The newly recruited soldiers still need to use the physique enhancement fluid.

One dose of the physique-enhancing liquid costs 500 points, enough for 100 people.

Thinking of this, Zhou Tianyang gave a bitter smile.

It seems I'll have to think of other solutions when I get back.

We can't just rely on fighting to earn points; we need to find new sources of points.

"Zhou Xiaogui!"

Li Yunlong's shouts could be heard from afar.

Zhou Tianyang raised his head.

He saw Li Yunlong standing next to the back of a truck, waving at him.

"Come and see what this is!"

Zhou Tianyang stood up.

He patted the dirt off his bottom and strode over.

Zhou Tianyang strode over to the truck.

Looking into the carriage in the direction Li Yunlong was pointing.

Good guy.

There were several wooden crates in the carriage, the lids of which Li Yunlong had pried open.

What was exposed inside was a brand-new mortar.

Type 89 light mortar.

Zhou Tianyang recognized him at a glance.

This is a standard-issue mortar for Japanese infantry battalions, with a caliber of 50 mm, a range of over 2,000 meters, and a rate of fire of over 20 rounds per minute.

Although its power is not as great as that big guy.

But in a battle of this scale, it is already considered a heavy weapon.

Li Yunlong rubbed his hands together, his eyes wide with amazement.

"Zhou Xiaogui, look at this! Look at this!"

His voice was trembling.

"Mortar, damn mortar!"

Zhou Tianyang didn't rush to speak. He turned around, walked to the truck next to him, and lifted the canvas cover to look inside.

The same wooden crates, the same mortars, one after another, neatly arranged.

He then walked to another truck and pried open a box.

Inside were mortar shells, six shells in a box.

"Old Li, come and take a look."

Li Yunlong jumped off the truck and strode over.

Peeking out, their mouths opened even wider.

"Cannonball!"

"Damn it, they even have artillery shells!"

He reached out and touched a shell, unable to stop smiling.

He looked just like a miser who had seen a mountain of gold and silver.

Zhou Tianyang ignored him and continued counting.

They looked at each vehicle one by one and opened each box one by one.

Mortar, mortar shells, still mortar shells.

A total of four mortars, with two hundred shells.

Zhou Tianyang stood beside the truck, secretly making plans in his mind.

If four mortars were used in combination, that would be the firepower of an artillery battery.

Even if they are used separately, one group will be divided into two groups.

The firepower is also much stronger than before.

Li Yunlong touched the shell and muttered something to himself.

"Good stuff, good stuff..."

"Old Li."

Zhou Tianyang called out.

Li Yunlong did not react.

"Old Li!"

Zhou Tianyang shouted again, raising his voice a few decibels.

"what?"

Li Yunlong then came to his senses.

Zhou Tianyang pointed to the cannonball in his hand.

"That thing will explode, don't touch it."

Li Yunlong looked down at the shells, chuckled, and then clapped his hands.

"Zhou Xiaogui, tell me, how should we divide these four mortars?"

"Same as always, split it in half."

That's such a pity.

Li Yunlong shook his head, his smile fading slightly.

"One cannon requires five or six people to operate."

"Our two groups are each divided into two sections, so we need to spare more than a dozen people from each section to take care of this thing."

"Are things alright on your end? How many veterans do you have who know how to use a mortar?"

Zhou Tianyang thought for a moment and then shook his head.

On the Second New Regiment side, not a single person knows how to use a mortar.

Although the 772nd Regiment had mortars.

But that thing is directly under the regiment; battalion-level units can't even touch it.

"I don't have any there either."

Li Yunlong sighed.

"I've seen mortars before when I was in the 772nd Regiment, but I've never seen how they were used."

"This thing is good, but having a cannon isn't enough; someone has to know how to use it."

Zhou Tianyang remained silent for a moment, his mind racing.

Nobody knows how to use it, but we can learn.

Although he was not from an artillery background, the basic training of modern armies includes mortar operation manuals.

Although he wasn't an expert, he understood some of the theoretical aspects.

More importantly, the system store must have relevant skill books.

"Old Li, there's no rush."

Zhou Tianyang patted Li Yunlong on the shoulder.

"Let's move the things back first, and then we'll figure out how to use them later."