The four men formed a semicircle, staring at the silly boy squatting at the foot of the wall. The big man wiped his saliva, stared at the thing in the silly boy's arms, and muttered: "Wow, it's a Czech machine gun! A machine gun!"
Zhao Yong gave the silly boy a thumbs up and said, "Silly boy, you can do it! If I had known that you could get this thing by going to the toilet, you should have asked me to come with you. Maybe you could even get a mortar."
Hu Yi didn't expect that this silly boy could actually accomplish this. Although he was still a child, he couldn't help but admire him in his heart. This required courage and scheming. It was well done.
Wang Laokou coughed dryly, "Ah, you are such a troublesome foodie. Tell me, why did you bring back such a thing?"
"I saw that Brother Hu didn't have a gun, and you were worried about this, so I wanted to help. But it was dark and I couldn't see clearly, and I didn't know which one was better, so I just picked a big one." After the silly boy said this, he wiped his cold snot with his sleeve and looked up at the platoon leader.
Seeing the silly boy's bear-like appearance, Wang Laokou didn't know what to say for a moment, but he thought in his heart that the gun couldn't be kept. Not to mention whether the company commander would let the machine gun stay in the third platoon after knowing it, even if the company commander agreed, Wang Laokou didn't want to keep it. The stronger the mule, the heavier the cart it pulled. Is the third platoon still the third platoon with a machine gun
The opinions of the big guy and Zhao Yong can be ignored directly, but Wang Laokou really wants to know what Hu Yi thinks. After all, he has just arrived and he doesn't know his personality or temper. It doesn't hurt to take the opportunity to find out more about him. The attitude towards a gun often determines a soldier's behavior on the battlefield.
Wang Laokou took a step forward, took the machine gun from the boy's arms, weighed it, and then handed it to Hu Yi beside him. "The boy said he got this gun for you, what do you think?"
The big guy got a little anxious when he saw this situation: "Platoon leader, I think I'm the most suitable person to use it in our platoon. This thing is heavy, and it's no joke when marching. You see, every machine gunner has to be of my physique, right? Why don't I give him my gun?" After saying that, he took off the rifle on his shoulder and was about to exchange it for the one in Hu Yi's hand.
Wang Laokou raised his hand and pushed away the big guy who came over. "Get out of my way, you idiot. Xiao Hu is the expert in machine guns. It's not your turn."
The big guy was still unwilling to give up and wanted to continue to fight. "What? He is an expert? Why is he an expert? I..."
Wang Laokou interrupted the big guy directly: "Because I'm the platoon leader!"
The moment he touched the machine gun, Hu Yi's heart twitched violently, and a long-lost feeling came from the gun body, causing Hu Yi's hands holding the gun to tremble slightly. Hu Yi sat cross-legged against the wall as if no one was around, quickly unbuttoned and took off his shirt and laid it flat on the wet ground, and placed the machine gun flat on his thighs; pulled out the magazine, pressed the latch with his left hand, lifted the trigger neck with his right hand, turned the gun body, and lifted the barrel handle with his left hand, and pulled the gun body backwards with both hands at the same time; pressed the positioning plate at the bottom of the butt, turned the bottom plate cover, took out the accessory box and the cleaning rod; turned the handle behind the rear sight seat, opened the feed cover, opened the missile plate, pushed out the barrel fixing bolt, and held the gun He lifted the handle and pulled the barrel forward; used the hammer and punch in the accessory box to knock out the connecting pin at the back of the receiver, pulled out the breech block, and took out the recoil spring; used the loading handle to pull out the bolt carrier and bolt components backward; removed the bipod from the barrel, turned the gun frame over, removed the cotter pin of the vertical axis nut, unscrewed the vertical axis nut, loosened the direction locking handle, separated the upper and lower frames, and finally ejected the twenty Mauser rifle bullets in the magazine one by one, and put them aside in order, then he took a deep breath.
For some reason, Hu Yi's skilled and smooth movements made the four people a little dumbfounded. In such a short time, it was as if they had watched a three-day drama under the stage. The third company had a machine gun, also a Czech-style one in a row. In the past, they had seen a row of machine gunners dismantle the gun to clean it, but they only pulled out the magazine, removed the barrel, and simply dismantled the bolt. How could it be dismantled so much, let alone under the wall in the dark!
The big guy's eyes almost fell to the ground, "This, this, this is not an expert, this is the ancestor!"
Zhao Yong smacked his lips and said, "Is it the end of a good Czech-style fuck?"
Although he only had a thin, dirty shirt on, Hu Yi did not feel cold. Instead, he felt comfortable and sweaty on his back. He had not felt so comfortable for a long time. Looking at the pieces of his shirt, he said to himself, "This is a replica of Guangdong Factory 41. It is badly worn. If I change the barrel, it will be better and I can still use it."
Wang Laokou finally came to his senses. This is not an embroidered pillow. This is the real thing. This is the difference. A pocket watch is worth it. Looking at Hu Yi's focused expression, Wang Laokou felt a little sad for no reason. A horse is a horse. Even if he is locked in a cattle pen, he is still a horse. Forget it, it's just a machine gun. If he wants to keep it, let him keep it. He will see how to fight for this matter with the company commander. He sighed and said to Hu Yi: "Hey, Xiao Hu, how is this gun? Is it handy?"
When Hu Yi heard the platoon leader's question, he realized that he was a little absent-minded. He was silent for a while, and answered firmly: "This gun cannot be kept."
"What?-"
Several people did not believe what they heard. The big man turned to Wang Laokou and said, "Platoon Leader, you heard it, didn't you? He doesn't want this gun. Give it back to me. I promise to treat it well like my son."
Zhao Yong asked in confusion: "Is it because they were too scattered to be put back together?"
Wang Laokou waved his hand and said, "Stop arguing and listen to Xiao Hu."
"I just think it would be more appropriate to hand it over to the company for distribution." Hu Yi only added this sentence and said nothing more.
The big guy got anxious when he heard this: "If you don't want it, I want it! This is something our silly boy found, why should we hand it over?"
"After being a low-ranking official for a few days, his awareness is different. He is indeed selfless." Zhao Yong echoed in a weird voice.
Wang Laokou looked at Hu Yi for a long time, and seemed to understand Hu Yi's thoughts. "Well, it's settled." After saying this, he turned around and went to find the company commander.
Hu Yi is certainly not a selfless person, and who doesn't like machine guns? However, Hu Yi, who has been a machine gun company commander and has fought on the battlefield for many years, knows that as long as a machine gun sounds on the battlefield, it will be the target of all enemies' attention. Machine gunners are the shortest-lived and are replaced the most frequently. It's not that Hu Yi is afraid of death, but Hu Yi doesn't want to implicate the third platoon. Near a machine gun that keeps roaring, the enemy's grenade launchers and mortars will definitely be greeted, and the counter-suppression of snipers and the opponent's machine guns will not be vague. If this machine gun is left behind, it will really push the people in the third platoon to the forefront. Hu Yi can't do this. As for whether this machine gun will go to the first platoon or the second platoon in the end, Hu Yi doesn't care. Although they are in the same company and call each other brothers, Hu Yi at least doesn't know them, and doesn't want to know them.
"Hey, Wang Laokou, I was just about to call you. Tell your garlic heads to stop hiding at the foot of the wall and come here quickly. We have received orders from above to prepare to march to Qingpu." The third company commander shouted at Wang Laokou who was walking towards him.
"Okay, there's no time to waste." Wang Laokou walked over with a smile, took out a cigarette and handed it to the company commander, then covered his hand to light it for the company commander. After the company commander exhaled the first puff of the cigarette, he said, "Company commander, I have a good deal for you."
"Oh! Doing business with you? How much effort would it take for me to pull a hair from you? I have no money. I'm not interested."
Wang Laokou also lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes and took a deep breath, then said slowly: "A Czech style."
Cough, cough, cough… A mouthful of smoke choked the company commander’s lungs, causing his nose and tears to choke. Fight after fight, from a private to a squad leader, when the platoon leader died, he became a platoon leader, when the company commander died, he became a company commander again, and after becoming a company commander, his thinking was different from that of a private. The war of resistance lasted for more than a year, the firepower of the Japanese was so fierce, and our logistics was so poor, we were on defense every day, blocking every time, and there was only one machine gun in the whole company, so we were worried about firepower. Czech style, this sentence touched the heart of the company commander.
Wang Laokou pretended to massage the company commander's back, muttering, "Look, you're already a company commander, but your health is worse than mine. It's so bad. Sigh."
"You old fool, if you dare to tease me, I will transfer you to the second row, believe it or not."
"I believe it, so I'm not teasing you!"
"Ah! You really have it? Where did you get it? Where's the gun?"
Seeing the company commander's eyes wide open like bells, Wang Laokou felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart: "The little chicken doesn't pee, each has his own reasons, don't ask so many questions. I have worked so hard for our third company, shouldn't the company express its appreciation?"
"Bah, that's bullshit. Hand over your gun now, and don't force me to resort to military law, old man!"
"I will, of course. But I don't know if there are any parts missing from the gun. It's not my fault if it doesn't fire."
"You—" The third company commander was at a loss for words when he saw Wang Laokou's stubborn attitude. He immediately changed his tone and said, "Well, Laokou, you are short of two rifles. So, you can choose any rifle in the company. Take the two you like."
Seeing the company commander finally bow his head, Wang Laokou secretly laughed in his heart, this time it was his turn to pluck the hair. "Add another pocket watch!"
"What? Bah! You're going to climb a tree just because I give you face, right?"
Noticing that the company commander looked unhappy, Wang Laokou eased the tension and said, "Company commander, don't worry. I've kept that pocket watch for so long and never sold it because I really like it. I hold it in my hand from time to time to show off my nobleness. It's not for the money, but for fun. We two brothers have been in the third company together for so many years. Can you give it back to me as a token of your care for your brother? I'll also take a step back and choose one of the guns. How about that?"
After hearing what Wang Laokou said, the third captain lost his temper. The pocket watch was not very attractive to him. He just cared about how much money it could be exchanged for. He took advantage of the opportunity to get it by pulling the hair of Wang Laokou. Forget it, just pretend that it didn't happen. Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate. He took it out and threw it to Wang Laokou. "Wang Laokou, you are good. You are really stingy. I will return it to you. Hurry up and pick up your gun. We will set off soon."
Wang Laokou took the pocket watch and put it in his pocket and said, "Why bother to pick and choose? Just take this one." As he said this, he came over and took off the gun belt on the company commander's shoulder.
"Wang Laokou, you—" The company commander instinctively dodged, but Wang Laokou still grabbed the rifle strap.
Wang Laokou tried to pry open the commander's fingers that were gripping the gun and said, "Why do you still carry a rifle when you're already a company commander? You don't look like a superior. Don't you have a box gun? It's impressive enough with that."
This is a "Zhongzheng" rifle, manufactured by Gongxian Arsenal in the 25th year of the Republic of China. It is almost a new rifle. The 67th Army is the Northeast Army, not Chiang Kai-shek's direct line, so it is only a symbolic small amount of equipment, which is only distributed to a small number of elite companies and grassroots officers. Now, it has been taken away by Wang Laokou...