Chapter 248 Overwhelming Equipment? How Can We Fight Like This? The two sides faced each other across a yellow earthen playground, which was several dozen meters apart.
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder; the two opposing forces collided, sparking invisible flames.
Lei Kuan stepped down from the platform, accompanied by Zhang Ruobing and several other instructors, and strode forward to greet them. He wore a formulaic smile, but that smile was colder than his usual angry moments.
"Welcome, welcome! Welcome Instructor Han and the comrades from Battalion Two to our Battalion Three for guidance!"
The man referred to as Instructor Han was a tall, broad-shouldered middle-aged man.
He had a square face, dark skin, and eyes as sharp as knives. There was always a half-smile on his lips that made people feel uneasy.
He is Han Feng, the chief instructor of Battalion No. 2.
Han Feng extended his hand with a forced smile and shook hands with Lei Kuan with surprising force.
"Instructor Lei, you're too kind. It's not really guidance. The military region encourages our brother units to visit each other more often, learn from each other, and make progress together."
The two exchanged polite words flawlessly, but their eye contact was like a fierce battle in mid-air.
After letting go, Han Feng seemed completely oblivious to Lei Kuan's darkening expression. He raised his voice, making sure that all the trainees in Battalion Three could hear him clearly.
"Instructor Lei, the soldiers in your battalion have a great morale! They're all standing ramrod straight, they've got real spirit!"
He said "not bad," but his flippant tone and the contempt that almost overflowed from his eyes were like needles piercing the hearts of every student in Battalion No. 3.
Then, he changed the subject, pointing to the well-equipped and imposing soldiers behind him, his boasting was all too obvious.
"The main reason for our visit is on orders from above: to have a friendly exchange and to assess the results of everyone's training over the past three months. Our Second Battalion has slightly better conditions than yours, and we've been working on ways to improve individual combat efficiency for years."
He paused, seemingly enjoying the mixed feelings of envy and jealousy in the eyes of the students from Battalion Three.
"As you can see, the equipment our team members are wearing, from this forest combat uniform to this individual carrying gear, and the rifles in their hands, were all designed and modified by several of our battalion's top technicians based on the actual combat environment in the Northwest region."
"Although it can't compare to the best foreign equipment, it's still quite convenient to use compared to standard equipment."
DIY...design and modify?
These words exploded like a bombshell within the ranks of Battalion No. 3!
All eyes were fixed on the equipment worn by the soldiers of the Second Battalion and the self-righteous pride on their faces.
This is no longer a question of whether the equipment is good or bad!
This is a blatant display of their technological prowess!
They not only have money and equipment, but also technology and talent!
Gao Kai's face instantly turned a deep liver color.
He stared at the "vest" made up of several pockets and straps on the other soldier's body, then looked down at his own lone belt with two magazine pouches hanging from it.
He was just feeling smug about his limited knowledge of firearms, and even looked down on Su An because of it. But now, compared to Su An, his knowledge was nothing more than child's play!
An unprecedented sense of humiliation shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head!
Faced with Han Feng's provocation, which was almost like pointing a finger at his nose and saying "you guys are no good," Lei Kuan's face was so dark it could drip water.
But he did not refute it.
If you're outmatched in skill and equipment, anything you say will sound weak and pointless. Any attempt to justify yourself will only make you sound like a joke.
Su Tang's gaze did not linger on the flashy tactical vests and helmets, but instead fell on the guns in the hands of the soldiers of the Second Battalion.
"Oh? A rubber dust seal has been added to the bolt cover?" Su Tang thought to himself, "The northwest is windy and dusty, this small modification may seem insignificant, but it can reduce the failure rate by at least thirty percent..."
"And their magazines have a larger curvature than our Type 81, and the feed port edges are chamfered... This is to make feeding smoother and reduce jamming. It seems they've learned their lesson in this area. They've got some skills."
These are just appetizers.
What made Su Tang's pupils shrink slightly was the dark cylindrical object hanging under the barrel of the other party's gun.
That's definitely not a silencer.
With the materials and technology of this era, it was simply impossible to build a practical suppressor that could withstand the chamber pressure of a rifle.
That was a... gun-mounted grenade launcher.
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