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Tang Yue simply couldn't stand the gun. The first gun she ever used was a Japanese-made handgun, and she had never suffered such humiliation since. So Tang Yue threw the handgun aside and grabbed a Russian AAK-47 assault rifle from her spatial storage, starting to fire away.

After firing countless shots, Tang Yue suddenly realized a serious problem: the guns they were issued this time were recently modified based on the guns she brought back from Japan, although their range was much longer than the previous pistols.

However, possibly due to insufficient materials in China, the guns generated tremendous recoil when firing, and the chamber was poorly sealed. When firing, it felt like sparks were always hitting the face, which not only affected the accuracy of the shots but also posed a threat to the safety of the soldiers.

Tang Yue pondered to herself that such a gun would undoubtedly be a huge hidden danger in combat. Chinese soldiers were known for their fighting spirit and endurance, but if they had something better, why would they continue to hold back?

Besides, now that she's on the battlefield, she can't keep relying on taking things out of her spatial storage; it's not a long-term solution. They're fighting for the Bianyue Kingdom now, and she has no obligation to help them move things from other countries.

Tang Yue glanced at the American soldiers opposite her, a slight smile playing on her lips. Here they come. The best way, of course, is to snatch them from the Americans.

Tang Yue then beckoned to Sun Jinan and the others. They didn't understand what their company commander meant, but they still came over with their guns.

"Company commander, what's wrong?"

Tang Yue gestured with her chin toward the other side, "Our guns aren't very good. I think the US army's are pretty good. Let's go get a few and then fight."

"Huh?" Sun Jinan was a little confused. Could this be true? "Um, Company Commander, I think our batch of guns is pretty good."

Tang Yue looked at him with disgust, "Doesn't your face hurt?"

Sun Jinan chuckled, "I'm used to it. But this one has a stronger recoil, and it stings when it hits your face."

"Then why aren't you leaving?"

Tang Yue, along with Sun Jinan, Zhang Dabing, and several other agile soldiers, circled around to the outer perimeter of the American army's encirclement, preparing to defeat the enemy one by one and seize the American soldiers' weapons.

Like ghosts, they moved through the smoke and fire of the battlefield. Using the terrain as cover, they stealthily approached the enemy's flanks, then launched a sudden and fierce attack, catching the American soldiers completely off guard. After eliminating a small group, they took all their equipment.

Sometimes they would hide in the shadows under the cover of light, waiting for the American soldiers' flank support squads to pass by, then quickly strike and eliminate them before they could react, and then seize their weapons.

Before long, everyone was covered in American guns. Tang Yue saw that everyone in the Fourth Company should have a gun, so she prepared to go back to their side.

As the group crouched low and moved forward, Tang Yue suddenly spotted a hidden firing position of the US military. There, several US soldiers were using sandbag fortifications to fire wildly at the Chinese troops.

Tang Yue gave Sun Jinan and Zhang Dabing a wink, and the three of them tacitly split up, turning around from different directions toward the enemy's firing positions from behind.

Using the craters and corpses on the ground as cover, they slowly approached the American soldiers.

Those guys were really into fighting, their eyes practically glowing green. Their mouths were practically stretched to their ears.

Tang Yue noticed that their position was indeed blocking the Chinese side's offensive line. Moreover, these men were quite skilled marksmen; she saw several Chinese soldiers already fall.

When Tang Yue was only a dozen meters away from the American soldier squad, she suddenly stood up, her weapon spitting out angry flames, instantly knocking down two of them.

Sun Jinan and Zhang Dabing opened fire simultaneously, forming a crossfire with Tang Yue, and wiped out all the remaining American soldiers. They quickly rushed forward, picked up the enemy's weapons, checked their ammunition, and then immediately threw themselves into the next battle.

Tang Yue had originally planned to return to their ambush point, but after eliminating that small group of firepower, she discovered that there were still quite a few similar firing points on the American side. Tang Yue had no choice but to continue leading them to destroy the ambush points one by one.

Incidentally, the guns of the Fourth Company have already been replaced. The Fourth Company's firepower increased instantly, forcing the American troops on their flank to retreat continuously.

Under Tang Yue's leadership, this guerrilla squad was like a sharp dagger, weaving in and out of the US army's positions, constantly inflicting heavy blows on the enemy.

Thanks to the valiant efforts of Tang Yue and her soldiers, the American army's defenses were finally breached. Their resistance grew weaker and weaker, and the soldiers abandoned their armor and fled in all directions.

On the battlefield, the smoke gradually dissipated, but the pungent smell of gunpowder and the stench of blood still lingered in the air.

Tang Yue's fourth company was intact, with every single soldier carrying a weapon. The soldiers from the South Island came over, joking and flattering her. Before long, the South Island soldiers were all equipped with the latest American rifles.

Company Commander Li and the other company commanders were completely bewildered. What was going on? Weren't they just fighting? How did this Company Commander Tang manage to bring back so many guns?

A dark-faced company commander looked at Tang Yue and her group with disdain. "Hmph! Everyone else is busy fighting, but their company is busy picking up guns all over the battlefield. Company Commander Tang, you've picked up so many spoils of war, you should at least share them with everyone. After all, these guns were shot down by the others."

Tang Yue raised an eyebrow. "You mean to say that I picked up these guns from the American soldiers you shot?"

"Is that so? Did I say something wrong? Your entire company isn't fighting properly, just running around on the battlefield, picking up other people's spoils, and you still think you're right?"

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