32: Chapter 32 Li Yunlong is willing to risk his life for Shen Wang!

"A small... meeting gift?"

Three truckloads of weapons and ammunition are called a small meeting gift?

Listen to that—is that even human speech?

Li Yunlong's heart was already in turmoil, with waves of shock crashing over him one after another.

Finally regaining his senses with great difficulty, Li Yunlong swallowed hard and asked tentatively with a hint of caution:

"Mr... Mr. Shen, the... the light machine gun you mentioned... is it... is it a Nambu Type 11?"

In his understanding, the only light machine gun currently available in bulk on the market seemed to be the Japanese 'Type 11 light machine gun' Nambu Type 11.

"The Type 11 light machine gun?"

Hearing this, Shen Wang let out a scoff.

That piece of junk deserves to be called a light machine gun?

Even a dog wouldn't use it!

Li Yunlong was no fool; he immediately noticed something from Shen Wang's expression.

His heart instantly grew even more fervent.

"If it's not the Type 11 light machine gun, then... then it's the ZB-26?"

The ZB-26—that was a high-quality item that only the elite units of the Central Army might be equipped with in small quantities.

It had good performance and great power, boasting an excellent reputation on the Chinese battlefield; it was practically the best light machine gun available.

This time, Shen Wang didn't completely deny it; he shook his head and then nodded.

"Hmm... it's close, but my gun is called the Type 56 light machine gun. Compared to the ZB-26... it's just a little bit better."

He spoke nonchalantly, but to Li Yunlong's ears, it was like another clap of thunder!

Better than the ZB-26?

Li Yunlong felt his breathing quicken: "How... how is it better?"

Shen Wang gestured casually: "Mainly, it's light! A ZB-26 must weigh over twenty catties, right? My Type 56 only weighs a little over ten!"

"As for other aspects, they're about the same."

To be honest, the Type 56 light machine gun didn't completely crush the ZB-26 in a direct comparison.

It mostly held the advantage in weight.

In terms of power, range, and magazine capacity, it was more or less the same.

However, hearing this, Li Yunlong's eyes almost glowed green with greed!

"What?"

"A little over ten catties?"

"Even lighter than the ZB-26?"

Why is a light machine gun called a light machine gun? Because it's light!

If it's not light, can it be called a light machine gun?

A ZB-26, including its ammunition, weighed over twenty catties.

That weight was already light enough!

But what did Shen Wang just say?

A light machine gun weighing only a little over ten catties?

One must never underestimate those few catties of difference!

Keep in mind, a type 38 arisaka rifle already weighed eight or nine catties!

For the Eighth Route Army, which emphasized mobile warfare, this advantage was massive!

Li Yunlong could hardly contain himself.

His Independent Regiment was only an off-budget regiment, not a main force regiment!

But if they were equipped with such weapons, which main force regiment commander would dare to show their teeth to him?

That would be a rebellion!

Next, Li Yunlong remembered the other equipment Shen Wang had mentioned and licked his dry lips:

"Mr. Shen, that... that 40-Rocket... what kind of treasure is that? Is it a flamethrower?"

The Japanese had flamethrowers, and those things were incredibly annoying.

Shen Wang smiled; this was truly hard to describe with words.

He gestured to Sha Zhenjiang: "Little Sha, go and bring another crate down from that truck."

"Yes, Master!"

Sha Zhenjiang responded excitedly and ran quickly toward another truck.

He soon came back carrying a crate on his shoulder.

Under everyone's curious gazes, Shen Wang opened the crate and deftly assembled a Type 69 40mm Rocket Launcher.

He then hoisted it onto his shoulder and aimed at a larger mound of earth in the distance.

"Everyone step back and cover your ears," Shen Wang reminded them.

The crowd instinctively took a few steps back, holding their breath.

They saw Shen Wang pull the trigger—

"Whoosh—BOOM!!!"

Following a sharp whistling sound, there was an explosion far more violent than a hand grenade!

That mound was instantly blown into a large crater, with dirt and grass debris soaring into the sky!

The aftershock of the explosion even made everyone feel the ground tremble slightly!

"..."

Stunned!

Everyone was stunned!

Li Yunlong, Sun Desheng, Ding Zhijian, Sha Zhenjiang... all were completely stunned!

If chariots, tanks, machine guns, and light machine guns were still within their realm of knowledge,

Then what Shen Wang had brought out was at most just more advanced.

But the weapon before their eyes was completely beyond their understanding!

Just now, what did they see?

A... cannonball with a fire-spitting tail?

What kind of joke is this?

Li Yunlong's mouth was open wide enough to fit an egg, and his mind was a complete blank.

This veteran of a hundred battles was thinking even further ahead!

What... what the hell is this weapon?

It doesn't need a carriage and can be operated by a single person?

The power... is so much more fierce than the Japanese Grenade Launchers!

It even feels... almost like the killing effect of those two 81mm Mortars in their regiment!

Individual use!

Direct fire!

Massive power!

The combination of these terms made Li Yunlong and all the experienced veterans instantly realize the value of this weapon!

It was simply... immeasurable!

Any blockhouse, bunker, or heavy machine gun nest—I'll just use one... fire-spitting shell to solve it directly!

These soldiers might have limited experience, but none of them were stupid!

No one who survives on the battlefield is a fool!

In just an instant, Li Yunlong knew he had found a treasure!

And it was a treasure of celestial proportions!

Seeing everyone standing there like wooden chickens, Shen Wang put down the fired rocket launcher and said calmly:

"I didn't bring much this time: 80 type 56 submachine guns, 10 Type 56 light machine guns, and 10 individual 40mm rocket launchers. As for the matching ammunition, I've provided one basic load for each."

A so-called 'basic load' of ammunition varied in quantity depending on the weapon.

For example, for a Type 56 SMG, one basic load was 120 rounds; for a Type 56 light machine gun, it was 300 rounds; and for the 40-Rocket, it was 10 rockets.

"Calculating it all... hmm, between the submachine guns and light machine guns, that's over twelve thousand rounds of bullets and one hundred 40mm rockets."

Li Yunlong: ...

"Twelve... twelve... twelve thousand bullets? One hundred... of those shells?"

Old Li felt his tongue had completely stopped working, and his heart was pounding so hard he felt a bit dizzy.

Even for Regiment Commander Li, who had seen countless life-and-death situations and various grand scenes, he was now completely speechless.

This is what you call a small meeting gift?

One must know that a single 'Type 11 light machine gun' was being sold for 1,000 silver dollars on the black market, let alone a mortar.

The value of these three truckloads of weapons and ammunition Shen Wang had brought out was probably worth tens of thousands of silver dollars!

Especially those fire-spitting shells—you probably couldn't buy them even if you had the money!

To be honest, Li Yunlong was feeling a bit scared now.

Li Yunlong, who feared nothing in heaven or on earth, was shocked by Shen Wang's grand gesture!

"Whew—!"

After taking several deep breaths, Old Li finally calmed down slightly.

"Mr... Mr. Shen..."

"This... this gift of yours... is too... too heavy! I, Li Yunlong... my Independent Regiment... really... really..."

He stammered for a long time, but that phrase 'no reward for no merit' simply wouldn't come out of his mouth.

Asking Li Yunlong to refuse these powerful weapons that could strike the Japanese hard was more painful than stabbing him twice!

But accepting them just like that made him feel truly uneasy, as if he had incurred a massive debt of gratitude that he could never repay in this lifetime.

Finally, Li Yunlong gritted his teeth, as if he had made a certain resolution.

"Mr. Shen! Do... do you have any enemies?"

"As long as the other party has truly done something wicked and deserves to die, I, Old Li, will risk being shot by the Leader when I return to make sure this grudge is settled for you!"

Li Yunlong's logic was simple: Mr. Shen had given such a generous gift, so he must have a request!

As long as this 'request' wasn't excessive, he, Li Yunlong, would risk his life to help Mr. Shen achieve it!

Only then could he feel at ease holding these weapons!

Seeing Li Yunlong's appearance of wanting to risk his life for him, Shen Wang couldn't help but find it amusing.

"Regiment Commander Li, you're actually right; I do have an enemy."

Li Yunlong's spirit was roused, and his body instantly straightened: "Who is it? Where? Mr. Shen, you just give the command!"

Shen Wang's gaze slowly swept over the surroundings before finally fixing on Li Yunlong's face:

"Regiment Commander Li, haven't you... already sent someone to scout them out?"