"Hey Japanese, come on, I'll give you a few bullets to eat. If you're not satisfied with bullets, I'll also have grenades, hahaha..."
"You little devils, how dare you block your grandpa's way! I'll curse your ancestors for eight generations!"
"Hahaha, come on, come on, grandpa will kill you."
"..."
Chen Hao and Di Fei led their group in a fierce bombardment, and with Captain Chang's fearless charge forward, they managed to break the cargo ship out of the Japanese encirclement.
The Japanese commander was furious: "Where are our cannons? Why aren't they firing...?"
Before they could finish venting their anger, they saw their own ship weakly fire two shots at the cargo ship. Both shots missed their mark; one hit the sea, and the other struck the cargo ship's hull.
The commander grabbed a soldier and slapped him several times while yelling and cursing at him.
"Damn it, what's going on?"
The soldier's face was covered in blood from being slapped, his head hung low, and he kept saying "ha-ha-ha" without daring to utter a word of rebuttal.
After years of drifting at sea, and occasional skirmishes, the good gunners were all gone, with only a few remaining on the commander's ship.
Those who went to besiege the cargo ship not only had cannons that were all for show, but their gunners were also complete greenhorns.
Without ammunition, even training becomes a problem. Many gunners don't even get a chance to fire a shot all year round, so how can they possibly be accurate?
Guo Qi was surprised. He felt that the Japanese were very weak, not at all like the fierce Japanese devils.
After observing for a while, I noticed the difference: the Japanese soldiers were very cautious in using ammunition and would never fire unless they were sure they could win. They also had dedicated throwers for grenades.
Compared to the Japanese, they were much richer, throwing bullets, grenades, and shells around like they were free, making a lot of noise but rarely actually harming the enemy.
His face darkened, and he grabbed someone at random, ordering him to call over Chen Hao, Di Fei, Yang Chengang, Tao Dali, and the other team leaders.
Chen Hao was caught up in the excitement of the fight and wondered why her older brother had called her at such a crucial moment.
"Brother, what's going on? Tell me quickly, there's a fierce fight going on right now."
Guo Qi went up and kicked him, cursing:
"You're so engrossed in this fight, are you blind? Take a good look at how the Japanese fight, and then look at us."
Chen looked at it for a long time, then scratched his head:
"Isn't this how everyone fights? I don't think they fight with the same momentum as us."
Guo Qi was so angry that he kicked him again. "Di Fei, tell this idiot what's the difference between the Japanese and us."
Di Fei is much smarter than Chen Hao. Guo Qiyi said that he knew exactly where the problem lay.
"The Japanese will never fire unless they are sure they can win. Although they may lack the momentum, once they start firing, they rarely miss. They also have specialized grenade throwers. We may see a lot of excitement, but we inflict much less damage on them."
The group suddenly realized.
As soon as the fight started, Yang Chengang noticed the differences between himself and the Japanese. He corrected a few of them, but everyone was in high spirits, so he didn't want to say too much lest he be disliked.
Now that Guo Qi himself has brought it up, things are much easier to discuss.
Guo Qi kicked Chen Hao again:
"Got it? At this rate, we'll squander all our resources. Learn from the Japanese, stop being spendthrifts. Put all your bullets on the Japanese, don't shoot at empty air. When it comes to grenade throwing, target those who can throw far. Let those who keep throwing into the water rest for a while, practice before throwing again."
"Okay, okay."
"Get lost."
In the ensuing battle, the Japanese commander found that the fighting was not as intense.
Are the Chinese out of ammunition?
Hahaha... Alright, alright, it's time for my performance!
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