Chapter 49: Sending Human Feelings

  "Not bad, all good stuff!" Yang Feng stroked an M2 heavy machine gun with satisfaction, the thick barrel exuding a violent beauty. He picked up a bullet, the finger-thick projectile feeling substantial in his hand, and imagined it would be very satisfying to hit someone with it.

  White phosphorus shells with red heads are chilling just by looking at them. If they hit people, that would be a fate worse than death!

  MG13 is not well-known, this machine gun is far less famous than MG34 and MG42, but it must be said that this is the ancestor of general-purpose machine guns, with a firing rate of 750 rounds per minute, which is much higher than the Type 92, as for the range problem, in mountain warfare, where can you find three or four kilometers of open space to play? An effective range of one kilometer is enough, and besides, the 29th Army still has many Maxim guns!

  "Alright, Xiao Lao Ge, all of this is yours now. Ah, right, leave me one M2 and three boxes of white phosphorus bullets." Yang Feng said with a pat on his hand.

  The M2 is a good thing that American soldiers have used for over a hundred years, who would still play with the Maxim gun? One day when they launch an armored car raid again, just replace it with this thing and let the Japanese people enjoy the treatment of the Vietnamese people.

  Xiao Zhenyong was eager to get started, and as soon as Yang Feng gave the order, he immediately commanded his men to move in. However, he still needed Yang Feng's help with transportation, although he had arranged for several trucks, it was still impossible to transport so many weapons at once, especially the twenty 75mm cannons.

  "I'll just work a bit harder then." Yang Feng readily agreed, and directly tied the twenty 75mm cannons together with iron wire into a line, hanging them behind the cargo compartment, like a large centipede, following Xiao Zhenxuan's convoy to the 29th Army's garrison in Zunhua.

  As soon as they left Beiping, Yang Feng couldn't take it anymore. Those small trucks were unbearably slow, and the roads weren't great either. At their speed, it would take them a whole day to get to Zunhua. Yang Feng didn't have time to wait for them, so he sped ahead and arrived in Zunhua just as night was falling.

  The 29th Army's garrison was in a state of chaos, preparing to set out overnight towards Xifengkou. In fact, one regiment had already made contact with the Japanese outside the pass and was engaged in fierce fighting. This regiment was not what it used to be; originally each company only had a few light machine guns, but now each company had two standard Markov heavy machine guns and Czech-style guns. Additionally, Song Zheyuan had specially equipped them with four mortars.

  During this period, he bought and borrowed, and gradually obtained 3,000 rounds of mortar shells from the Taiyuan Arsenal. The shells were abundant, and the 40 mortars and more than a dozen old mountain guns made him a full-fledged artillery regiment. For this reason, he also borrowed many gunners from the Shanxi Army, who were famous for their accuracy with abacus in hand.

  He still lacked artillery, and when Yang Feng brought in these twenty 75mm cannons, he became even more lacking. These were American-style howitzers, which are rarely seen domestically. Even if all the artillerymen were gathered together, only half of them would know how to operate them.

  "This won't do, now is the time for battle, can't let the big guns idle, how about this, Song brother, I have a suggestion for you to consider."

  "You can't use them now anyway, so you might as well give them to me as a favor. On my way here, I passed by Gubeikou and saw that Guan Linzheng didn't have many cannons either. Why not lend him ten? After all, the Great Wall is just one line, wherever it's breached will be fatal for Beiping. Getting along with the Central Yang Army will also benefit you."

  Song Zheyuan hesitated for a moment, to be honest, he really didn't want to give them up. He was used to living a hard life, and suddenly having a bunch of treasures made him think about sleeping with the big guns now. In fact, his artillery commander was already hugging the big gun, but he couldn't use it himself now. The Jin army had the Taiyuan Arsenal, so they didn't lack cannons. Giving them this would be gilding the lily, but giving it to Guan Linzheng would be a timely help. So, gritting his teeth, he nodded.

  "I'll send it over to them then." Yang Feng said as he was about to get in the car.

  "Take a rest tonight and go again tomorrow! There's no need to rush." Song Zheyuan advised.

  "No need, I'm in high spirits now!" Yang Feng said, thinking of going to beat the Japanese, he had a kind of excitement, this is what people all over the country like to hear.

  The distance from Xifengkou to Miyun is not short, and with the big guns in tow, they didn't dare to run fast. They arrived at dawn on the second day. The 25th Division was also heading towards Gubeikou, while the Northeast Army's 107th Division had held off the Japanese for two days and was now retreating towards Gubeikou. The 25th Division had to set up its defenses before the Japanese arrived.

  Yang Feng's big gun moved a northwest big Han so much that his eyes were brimming with tears.

  "Yang brothers, nothing more to say, you and Song Jun's high righteousness, I, Guan Linzheng, and the 25th Division will never forget." Guan Linzheng said, pulling Yang Feng's hand.

  "Guanshi Zhang said that now is the time for us to unite and work together to defend against foreign insults, so let's not speak politely. You guard the Great Wall, and our Beiping will be safe."

  But let's make one thing clear, this is a loan to you for use, after the battle, you must return it to the 29th Army. If you borrow but don't return, I'll be in trouble.

  "Don't worry, Yang brothers, I'll write you an IOU right away."

  "This won't be needed, brother just said it, others don't believe it, you're asking me to guarantee and I also don't believe it!" Yang Feng hastily stopped Guan Linzheng who was about to go write the IOU.

  "Right, Yang brothers, we've made the burning bottle you mentioned. Come, try one out and show it to Yang brother." Guan Linzheng said to the guard beside him.

  "So soon?" Yang Feng was somewhat surprised.

  "Miyun Middle School has a teacher who understands these chemical things, and he also has materials there. It was quickly made, with good results. Now it's just that the quantity is a bit small, but I've already bought materials from Beiping, and they should arrive this afternoon."

  As Guan Lin spoke, a guard brought over an incendiary bottle and smashed it onto the stone slab, flames erupting into the air.

  "Not bad, let the brothers remember, it's best to directly hit the engine cover at the back of the tank, guaranteeing one explosion per shot." Yang Feng said with great satisfaction.

  "It's just that Japanese planes are no match for us now," said Guan Linzheng.

  "Does your Maxim have a high-angle mounting?" Yang Feng asked. The Maxim did have a high-angle mounting.

  "Domestic Mark IVs are not available, only imported originals have them."

  "Alright then, I'll go back and ask around for you. I reckon the German arms dealer should have some, if not we can always make our own!" said Yang Feng.

  Go back to Beiping to find Hainitz and ask him if he can get a few samples, then bring them back to the mechanical factory at home and make several hundred sets in one go. That thing is not a weapon, so there's no need to be overly cautious, just think about how much you want to make and do it.

  After sending off the big gun, Yang Feng directly returned to Beiping. Now he finally felt a bit tired and slept until evening before getting up. As soon as he entered the office, he saw Lin Yin quietly sitting there, holding what seemed to be a Qiong Yao novel prepared for his heart, reading with great relish.