"No, they are all good things!" Yang Feng touched a heavy M2 machine gun with satisfaction. The thick barrel exuded a violent beauty. He picked up a bullet and weighed the bullet as thick as his fingers. It was probably very pleasant to hit someone.

The white phosphorus bullet with a red head makes people shudder. If this thing hits a person, it is better to die than to kill him!

Yang Feng is not familiar with MG13. This machine gun is far less famous than MG34 and MG42, but it must be said that this is the originator of general machine guns. The rate of fire of 750 rounds per minute is completely out of the 92. As for the range issue, how can there be a three or four kilometers of open space for you to play in mountain combat? An effective range of one thousand meters is enough. Besides, the 29th Army still has a lot of Maxim!

"Okay, Brother Xiao, this is all yours. Ah, by the way, leave me a M2 and then leave me three boxes of white phosphorus bullets." Yang Feng clapped his hands and said.

M2 has been used by American soldiers for hundreds of years. Who can play Maxim with it? If you do it, you will change it to this thing directly, so that the Japanese can enjoy the treatment of the Vietnamese people.

Xiao Zhenying was already impatient. When Yang Feng said that, he immediately directed his subordinates to pounce on him, but he still needed Yang Feng to help transport him. Although he had also gotten several trucks, so many arms still could not be transported at once, especially the twenty 75 guns.

"Okay, I'll work harder." Yang Feng agreed readily, tied the twenty 75 guns into wires, and then hung behind the cargo, like a big centipede, and followed Xiao Zhenying's convoy directly to Zunhua, the 29th Army's garrison.

Yang Feng couldn't stand it as soon as he left Peking. The small trucks were outrageously slow, and the roads were not very good. They probably ran to Zunhua for a whole day. Yang Feng didn't have time to accompany them, so he rushed straight to the front and left first. When it was Zunhua, it was still dark.

The 29th Army was in a state of chaos and was about to set off at Xifengkou overnight. In fact, a regiment had already been fired with the Japanese army outside the pass. This regiment was only a few light machine guns in each company. Now each company has two standard Maxim, and the Czech style has arrived. In addition, Song Zheyuan specially equipped them with four mortars.

During this period, he bought and bought credit and successively fed 3,000 mortar shells from the Taiyuan Arsenal. The shells were abundant. Forty mortars and more than a dozen Laoshan cannons made him get an artillery regiment. For this reason, he borrowed a lot of gunners from the Jin army. The Shanxi artillery with accustomed to his arms was notoriously accurate.

He still lacks artillery, and Yang Feng’s twenty 75 artillery pieces were even more lacking. This is an American howitzer, which is rarely seen in China. If you put all the artillery together, only half of them will play in the end.

"This is not OK. Now is the time for war. You can't let the cannons be idle, right? That's it. Brother Song, I have a suggestion for you to see if it's OK.

Anyway, you can't use it now, so why not give them favors. When I came, I passed by Gubeikou, and Guan Linzheng had few cannons, so it would be better to lend them ten. Anyway, the Great Wall is broken, and it will be fatal to Peking. It will be good for you to establish good relations with the Chinese yang army." Yang Feng said.

Song Zheyuan hesitated for a moment. To be honest, he really couldn't bear to bear it. He was used to hard life, and suddenly there were a lot of treasures. He now had the intention to sleep with his cannons. In fact, his artillery commander was hugging the cannons, but he really couldn't use it now. Because the Jin army had a Taiyuan Arsenal, they did not lack artillery, and this thing was just a icing on the cake. It was a timely help to Guan Linzheng, so he gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Then I'll send it to them now." Yang Feng was about to get in the car after he said that.

"Let's go before taking a break! There's no hurry," Song Zheyuan advised.

"No need, I'm in good spirits now!" Yang Feng said. When he thought of beating the Japanese, he felt excited, which was something that people all over the country liked.

The distance from Xifengkou to Miyun is not short, and he drags his cannons and dares not run fast. It was not until dawn the next day that the 25th Division was also heading towards Gubeikou. The 107th Division of the Northeast Army defeated the Japanese army for two days and had retreated to Gubeikou. The 25th Division must arrange defenses before the Japanese army arrived.

Yang Feng's cannon moved a large man in the northwest to tears.

"Brother Yang, I will not say anything. You and Commander Song Gaoyi, I, Guan Linzheng and the 25th Division, will never forget you." Guan Linzheng took Yang Feng's hand and said.

"Teacher Guan said this and saw the truth. Now is the time when we work together to fight against foreign humiliation. Don't say politely. You can keep the Great Wall so that we can be safe in Peking.

But let's first say that this is lent to you. After the war, you have to return it to the 29th Army. If you borrow or not, I will not be able to be a human being, brother."

"Brother Yang, don't worry, I'll write you an IOU now."

"This is no need. Brother, just say that others can't believe it, but I can't believe it!" Yang Feng quickly stopped Guan Linzheng who was about to write the IOU.

"By the way, Brother Yang, we have made the moor bottle you mentioned. Come and try one for Brother Yang." Guan Linzheng said to the guards beside him.

"So fast?" Yang Feng was quite surprised.

"There is a teacher at Miyun Middle School who understands these chemical things. He also has materials there. He made them quickly and the effect is very good. Now it's a little smaller. However, I have bought the materials from Peking and I guess I'll arrive this afternoon."

While Guan Linzheng was speaking, the guards brought a moor bottle and threw it directly on the stone slab. The flames quickly rose into the air.

"That's right, let me remember it. It's best to smash it directly on the engine cover behind the tank to ensure that one blows is accurate." Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

"Now the Japanese planes are not easy to deal with." Guan Linzheng said.

"Does your Maxim have an anti-aircraft mount?" Yang Feng asked. Maxim has an anti-aircraft mount.

"There are no domestically produced Maxim, only imported original goods are available."

"That's the case, then I'll go back and ask for you. I guess there should be German arms dealers. If it really doesn't work, we can do it ourselves!" Yang Feng said.

I went back to Peking to ask Heinz to see if he could get a few samples, and then took them back to find a machinery factory and made hundreds of sets in one go. That thing is not a weapon, so there is no need to make any taboos. Do as much as you want.
Chapter completed!