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Chapter 16 It¡¯s all American!

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    Fang Tianlang followed a Japanese soldier to leave the highest command center and walked nearly 500 meters along the deep alleyway into a cave. A pile of American-made weapons and ammunition were piled near the rock wall like tattered garbage. At this moment, the Japanese soldier  There was no shortage of ammunition, so they were completely dismissive of the captured American weapons and ammunition.

    "Find a sack, I want to put some in it and take it away!"

    Fang Tianlang was secretly happy in his heart, with a slight smile on his face.

    Although I couldn¡¯t recognize the models of various American-made weapons and ammunition at once, there were at least seven or eight pieces.

    The soldier who led the way quickly found a sack, and Fang Tianlang chose it on his own. He seemed to have become a hero. No matter what he did, no one would question it.

    After working for five minutes, the entire sack was filled with various weapons, ammunition and some individual equipment.

    Fang Tianlang put the sack on his shoulders and walked quickly along another alleyway to the safe area. When he found a deserted place, he could ask the system to collect the loot. Walking in a dark alleyway with a load of dozens of kilograms would obviously not be a problem.  What a great feeling.

    "System, receive the goods!"

    Fang Tianlang walked into an incomplete tunnel, and there was no one around to sit down and connect to the system.

    ¡°The collection is completed and we obtained an m1911 .45 caliber Browning pistol, containing three bullets, and the total number of collected items is twenty-six or twenty-seven.¡±

    The system made a sound, and the pistol in Fang Tianlang's hand disappeared immediately.

    "Hmm hand over one piece and keep the other. This gun is good! A famous gun! Best for self-defense!"

    "This light machine gun! Receive it!"

    Fang Tianlang pulled out the heaviest machine gun from the sack, and the entire sack immediately lost half its weight.

    "The collection is completed, and I got a Browning light machine gun, model m1918a1, and three bullets. The total number of collected items is twenty-eight or twenty-nine. Friendly reminder, there is another model of this light machine gun, m1918a2, please pay attention to collect it.  "

    "Ohthis system! It's so user-friendly!"

    Fang Tianlang smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and took out a rifle and a dagger.

    "The collection is completed, and I got an M1 semi-automatic rifle, an M3 fighting dagger, a magazine, and five bullets. The total number of collected items is thirty, thirty-one, and thirty-two."

    "Haha! I have three chances to escape!"

    Fang Tianlang picked up another M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle and carried it on his back. You can't always use a sniper rifle to practice marksmanship. Shooting hundreds of bullets with a US military semi-automatic rifle should improve your marksmanship.

    "The collection is completed, and I got an American M1 helmet and a Mark II grenade. The total number of collected items is thirty-three or thirty-four."

    The system made sounds one after another, and the sack gradually deflated.

    "Okay! Go back and take a nap! Then continue to practice marksmanship!"

    Fang Tianlang threw away the useless sack and walked back with the M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle and two bags of bullets.

    If you are woken up early in the morning, it is best to find a chance to sleep for a while. Being able to have good physical strength at any time in the cruel war years means a higher survival coefficient.

    A brisk whistle sounded in the dim alley.

    Fang Tianlang wandered back to his cave and continued to sleep holding the military blanket. Several Japanese soldiers did not dare to ask more questions for fear of affecting the warrior's rest.

    There was a slight snoring sound in the cave, on the battlefield outside.

    The Japanese army sent liaison officers to request the US military to provide medicine and food to prisoners of war.

    The Japanese army on Iwo Jima was completely besieged and could not obtain any supplies. Naturally, they would not provide precious food to the prisoners of war. If they did not want to watch dozens of soldiers starve to death little by little, they could only provide all necessities as soon as possible.

    The US military quickly confirmed that at least thirty soldiers had become prisoners of the other side. It was reasonable to provide some food and medicine in the current situation. Saving the lives of the prisoners of war was more important than anything else.

    A military truck with a white flag drove cautiously from the beach to the Japanese-controlled area. The American driver cautiously looked at the road outside in the cab, not knowing whether the Japanese soldiers would suddenly fire bullets.

    In less than half an hour, the Japanese soldiers took over four tons of food and medicine from the American soldiers. In exchange, two seriously wounded US soldiers were carried onto military trucks and set free. Leaving the wounded in their hands would only be a waste of medicine.  , Japanese commanders will naturally not do stupid things.

    "Takeshita Tenlang! Takeshita Tenlang!"

    "The food the commander gave you! It's all American! There's a lot of it!"

    Fang Tianlang was hurriedly awakened by several Japanese soldiers again, and the twoThe bulging sacks contained all the American field rations they had just received.

    "Oh! Delivered here so quickly? Haha!"

    Fang Tianlang grabbed a sack, reached out and peeled off the outer can, revealing a dozen bottles of Coca-Cola underneath.

    The two most dazzling stars of the U.S. military¡¯s World War II logistics were the Spam canned luncheon meat produced by Minnesota¡¯s Hormel Company and the other was Coca-Cola packaged in glass bottles.

    "Ahit feels like I'm back in modern society!"

    Fang Tianlang pried open a bottle of Coke, tilted his head up and drank a few sips into his stomach. A stream of air rushed out of his nasal cavity, bringing a familiar feeling.

    "Everyone can eat these cans! Eat them now. There are also cigarettes, toffees, chocolates, and biscuits. As long as we fight hard and capture more American soldiers, we will have a steady stream of food!"

    "Victory! Victory!"

    Cheers rang out in the cave, and each of the dozen or so Japanese soldiers received three boxes of cans and some snacks. It was a blessing to fight with Fang Tianlang and always eat good food.

    "Well I'm quite conscientious. I left all the Cokes and there are ten boxes of cans!"

    Fang Tianlang sat in the safest corner of the cave, opened a box of canned luncheon meat and served it with biscuits for lunch.

    After having a nice meal, I have to continue practicing my marksmanship. I don¡¯t know how many years I have to stay in the war years. Only by practicing good marksmanship can I survive better.

    Everywhere in the cave is filled with joy.

    Fang Tianlang walked towards the entrance of the cave carrying the American M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle. The excitement brought by caffeine was about to turn into shooting again and again. No matter how many bullets were used, it was worth it as long as he could practice good marksmanship.

    ¡°Bang¡­bang¡­bang¡­¡±

    There was a clear sound of shooting, and the airflow from the muzzle stirred up the dust on the ground.

    Every time Fang Tianlang finished shooting eight bullets in a magazine, he retreated from the hole to a safe position to prevent being attacked by the US military's long-range firepower. Although no one would notice a rifle shot on the hot battlefield, it was always better to be cautious.  It's not bad.

    The sound of shooting continued, and Fang Tianlang fired all two hundred bullets.

    The feeling of the gun continues to improve, and it has a vague style of a sharpshooter. Shooting is a skill that makes perfect with practice. As long as there is enough ammunition for practice and a little theory as a basis, it will definitely have good results.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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