Yu Xiaoqing, who was born in the Central Army, has experienced the most comprehensive military training and is well versed in the way of controlling soldiers.

It is very clear that in this war-torn era, no matter how much you say it, it is empty. Only things that can be seen and touched can be stimulated by the soldiers' desires.

Yu Xiaoqing understood very well and made special preparations.

"He Shuguang!"

Yu Xiaoqing gave an order.

"have!"

The captain standing at the bottom left responded, turned around and strode to Yu Xiaoqing, handed over the weapon hanging around his neck with both hands.

Yu Xiaoqing took the weapon over and shot it into the sky.

"Smack it..."

The submachine gun, characterized by the rate of fire, poured all the bullets into pieces in just a few seconds, and the power of hitting people is obvious.

"Good thing, the only weapon to charge and assault. The submachine gun that is used to build a squad in street fighting is absolutely unstoppable."

Feng Yuntian envied this American equipment very much, thinking that it would be so exciting if there was such a submachine gun squad or platoon in the company he led.

The expressions of others are similar to those of Feng Yuntian, and they are still envious in their eyes.

There are no soldiers who don’t like good weapons!

"Thomson M1a1 light machine gun, the firing rate can reach 700 rounds per minute, the effective range is 200 meters, the gun weighs only 4.5 kilograms, the magazine capacity is up to 60 rounds, and even a horse can be instantly shot into a sieve. As long as you join the Sichuan Army, it will be yours."

Yu Xiaoqing was very familiar with guns. After introducing them, he threw them to He Shuguang and shouted again: "Zhang Lixian!"

"arrive!"

The officer in the lower right, wearing the major uniform, loaded the slam gun in his hand and turned around and handed it to Yu Xiaoqing's hand.

Without saying a word, Yu Xiaoqing held up the machine gun with both hands and shot at the roof.

"Da da da da da..."

The power of the machine gun is far greater than that of the submachine gun. When it hits the earth wall, it will be a big hole. When it hits the tiles on the eaves, a piece of poop will be broken.

The whole scene is full of momentum, fully reflecting the absolute firepower advantage of the machine gun.

Yu Xiaoqing didn't know if it was intentional, but the position of the shooting was exactly the eaves on the Milong's head, and the broken rubble fell down.

Milong, who was lying underneath, couldn't sleep anymore, and was so smashed that he didn't dare to say anything.

It is completely incompatible with the image of a villain in his shelter station.

"Czech light machine gun, 7.92 caliber, maximum range of ruler 1,500 meters, can quickly change the barrel range, compared with him, the Japanese's crooked handle is a stern grandson, as long as you go, it's yours."

Yu Xiaoqing is like a pyramid schemer, tempting Feng Yuntian and the others.

After the Czech light machine gun was shot, he took a rifle from a soldier, which is also the basic standard weapon for all national soldiers.

"Ba~"

A crisp gunshot sounded.

A small weed on the eaves dozens of meters outside was beaten into pieces in half.

"The Type 79 rifle is much more accurate than the 38th big cover, so it's yours if you go."

Yu Xiaoqing introduced that this gun has the shortest words, because everyone knows whether this thing is good or not, not to mention that everyone is still immersed in the shock of light machine guns, so no one cares whether this rifle is good or not.

However, when Yu Xiaoqing took out a bunch of iron, his eyes lit up, including Feng Yuntian.

"Are you envious of the Japanese Grenadiers? They were beaten to suffer a lot of losses? No need to be afraid anymore. The American M19 60mm mortar weighs 9.3 kilograms and can be easily carried by individual soldiers. Once you go, it is still yours."

Yu Xiaoqing threw the shells to He Shuguang, and the weighing man was attracted to his eyes and continued to add fire: "In addition to these, there are still heavy guys who didn't take them over.

Browning heavy machine gun, air-cooled and water-cooled, anti-aircraft machine guns, mountain cannons, field cannons, war defense cannons, tanks, as long as you go, they are all yours."

The large number of people in the shelter station used to be mixed-class soldiers and local soldiers, and their weapons configurations were very poor.

Even a heavy machine can be used to have a heavy machine. It has nothing to do with them at all. Even a group of people may not have such a set of equipment.

Now, I heard that Yu Xiaoqing was as familiar as a family, and I counted a lot of equipment that I could only imagine before and was almost impossible to get.

And the key point is to remind you that as long as you go to Myanmar to fight, these equipment can be easily captured.

Under this crazy temptation, everyone was completely attracted. Even Feng Yuntian and Meng Fan, who were the most calm, began to feel restless at this time.

When I stared at Yu Xiaoqing's eyes, there was almost a green light.

However, this is not the end.

"As long as you go, guns and cannons work, eat and drink enough, eat three meals a day, eat meat every meal, and have the best field hospital set up by military doctors, with all kinds of medicines.

There is no need for a long-distance raid that is hard and tiring. It is directly picked up by plane to the destination. It pays military pay on time every month, and sacrifices for the country and has pensions. The most important thing is...

There are ghosts to kill!!"

With the best equipment, the best combat conditions, the regiment commander who looks very reliable, plus Yu Xiaoqing's last roar.

All of this, such as a ray of light shining into the darkness, dispelling the haze of millions of people.

Feng Yuntian, it's not spicy, it's numb, snake butt, Meng Fan, Li Liansheng...

Even the extremely rejected Milong!

Everyone present who lost their souls unknowingly in a row of defeats was woken up again in this moment and second.

No more hesitation!

No more doubts!

No more nervousness!

Only the last and only belief left-

Go to Myanmar to fight a war!

Go to Myanmar to win the battle!

Go to Myanmar to win the first big victory in life!

...

If you hear that you are going to be reorganized to go to Myanmar to fight and be touched by Ah's words of revenge as his father, Bu La and others are more interested than desire.

I wanted to go, but I was a little hesitant.

After Yu Xiaoqing's speech was infected with the passionate speech before, and after all the equipment temptations that he never dared to think about before.

The large number of defeated soldiers in the shelter station, and even the defeated soldiers in the entire military zone, all made the final decision.

Even Yang Danzi, who was injured by Milong's leg, beaten again with Milong, who could not let go of his pride, ran in the yard and shouted that he was going to fight.
Chapter completed!