Chapter 31: Commander, Your Shooting Is Outstanding!

Everyone, upon hearing the company commander's words, turned their heads to look at him.

Zhang Quan raised his hand, "Report."

"Speak."

"Company commander, may we also use German rifles?" Zhang Quan asked.

Everyone looked at Jiang Anguo.

Before American weapons entered Huaxia, it is undeniable that German arms were the most commendable.

Jiang Anguo replied confidently, "Of course. Do you think I'd let you go against the enemy empty‑handed? Rest assured, the weapons are already on the way and can be delivered to Chanda immediately, provided your training satisfies me."

"Yes, sir."

The morning training remained just as drab: standing in military posture, running, still three kilometers.

Today's condition was clearly much better than yesterday's; yesterday's run was chaotic, no formation. Today everyone followed behind the Basic Infantry; the steps were uneven, but the overall speed improved considerably.

That pleased Jiang Anguo. First, today's cultural lesson turned into a weapons briefing, and after the briefing came live‑fire training.

If you ask which nation has the fewest Combat Ammunition, it would be China; the better Central Army has a few more bullets, while local units consider twenty rounds a good lot, and every bullet must be accounted for.

Even the Sichuan Army averages only five rounds per weapon, the rest relying entirely on big swords.

Bullets are obviously precious, and now Jiang Anguo is arranging live‑fire drills, which surprised everyone.

A squad has ten people; aside from the infantry Jiang Anguo assigned, who don't need shooting practice, that leaves eight men, each with five bullets, requiring forty bullets.

That's equivalent to two veterans leading eight rookies.

Basic Infantry each carry 100 bullets, so two Basic Infantry have 200 bullets.

Even so, if training continues, their ammunition would be exhausted in five days.

A company of 160 men needs 640 bullets.

Seven full companies, plus the temporarily understaffed Seventh and Eighth Companies, consume five thousand bullets a day; after the math, Jiang Anguo realized he was broke.

"System, can these bullets be cheaper?" One training session costs five hundred points, and Jiang Anguo can't afford that!

Now they can still rely on the Basic Infantry's carried bullets to sustain training, but once the bullets run out they must be purchased; of course, the weapon gear the system gave to the Reinforced Camp can also be used.

"No, Host, but I suggest the Host quickly enter Myanmar to obtain the next reward."

Jiang Anguo isn't short of bullets for now, but later he will have to face the logistics issue.

The entire war consumed only 1.76 billion bullets, and the major battles within the first year and a half used 720 million bullets.

The loss of large areas in Nanjing and Jiangnan crippled industry, making weapon production very difficult; later only ten million bullets could be produced per month, yet to supply four million troops meant an average of 2.5 bullets per person per month.

At this point Jiang Anguo demanded five training bullets per person per day, of course not to fire indiscriminately but with targets, and to compile experience.

Snipers are made by feeding them bullets; if a rookie can step onto the battlefield and take down an enemy with a single shot, that's truly a rare talent.

China's opponent Japan produced 8 billion bullets during the war; that firepower gap, plus shells, aircraft, etc., is on a completely different operational level.

The United States' massive industrial system produced 41.7 billion Photon Bullets, while also supporting the United Kingdom, the Soviet Union, and the Pacific War.

China's bullet output is merely a fraction of the United States' 41.7 billion.

One can imagine how precious bullets are on the Huaxia Battlefield.

The firing range is simple, just wooden post targets.

"Soldier, is your gun pointed at your comrade? You'll be punished with a 300‑meter run." Training began; the soldiers who received rifles were thrilled, having forgotten that Jiang Anguo had said the rifles must not be aimed at fellow soldiers.

Unfortunately, many of the first batch's muzzles were aimed at their own comrades.

Luckily the rifles weren't loaded yet; otherwise a shot could have caused casualties before even reaching the battlefield.

"I'll repeat this: anyone who points a gun at a comrade, get the hell out of the unit—no exceptions," Jiang Anguo shouted.

During training, there's no need for politeness.

"Got it."

"Haven't eaten?"

"Got it." The thunderous crack finally satisfied Jiang Anguo a bit.

"Today, all training focuses on standing‑position shooting. Begin." After the earlier incident, the soldiers now holding rifles dared not act recklessly, some even feeling uneasy.

Indeed, they haven't handled rifles for a long time.

The gun in his hand felt brand new; Mi Long thought, even smelling the gun oil.

Unfortunately, Mi Long's five bullets didn't hit the target even once; it was terrible.

"What's wrong with you, Mi Long? You're good at talking back, but your shooting is as lousy as dog shit." At some point Jiang Anguo was standing beside Mi Long.

Mi Long turned, saw Jiang Anguo, his face flushed, "You come."

Mi Long handed the rifle forward to Jiang Anguo, who took it and called out to the nearby soldiers, "Bullets."

A soldier quickly handed Jiang Anguo a magazine of bullets; in training, magazines aren't used—soldiers manually load each round to get accustomed to the rifle.

Another one, still safe, hitting the target can make one overconfident; fire one bullet per shot.

Quickly load a bullet, then remove the magazine.

In fact, this magazine merely holds five rounds and slots into the chamber.

Bang.

"Mauser K98k Rifle, overall length 1107 mm, barrel 600 mm, weight 3.9 kg."

When the gunfire rang, Jiang Anguo didn't shoot at the fixed target; he aimed at a red flag five hundred meters away, whereas the fixed target was only a hundred meters distant.

One shot snapped a red flag in two.

"The rate of fire is 15 rounds per minute, depending on your skill. Mi Long, I'll give you a hundred rounds; hitting even one counts as success."

Bang.

Another gunshot, and another red flag fell.

"Effective range eight hundred meters. If any of you can achieve a hundred‑for‑hundred hit rate, I'll reward you with a Sniper rifle."

Bang.

"Tertiary side."

"The officer is so impressive."

"This is why we are Big-Head Soldiers, and why others are officers."

Bang, bang.

Two consecutive shots, five bullets, five flags were cut down.

"Good."

"Too impressive." The observing soldiers all started clapping.

"Mielong, you still have a long way to go!"

Jiang Anguo returned the rifle in his hand to the soldier standing beside him.

"Today, anyone who can hit the target a hundred meters away on the opposite side, as long as all five bullets hit, will be rewarded with an apple." Jiang Anguo once again dangled the temptation.

Sure enough, the enthusiasm rose instantly, but at that pace, Jiang Anguo gave them another lesson.

"You've been aiming for ages, the devils have already hit your house, still aiming? Shoot for me, the front target is the enemy, fire."

When you have enough bullets, don't think about aiming at your enemy, because your enemy is also aiming at you; first suppress the opposite fire.

ps: If it weren't for the multiple posts and no bandwidth, I would have posted all the previous ones; the stuff I wrote last year was too self‑indulgent, not written for the readers, sorry, sorry!!