Of course Hu Yizhou can repair machine guns, especially these "old antiques", otherwise why would he travel through time?

I shed tears of bitterness and told a tragic history. It was because Hu Yizhou was hit by a robber's vehicle when he went to the Wade Wilson Gun Workshop to learn how to make a gun that he passed away!

That's right, the former mercenary world's gun god, his favorite thing to do when he wasn't on a mission was to repair, build, and modify guns!

As the saying goes, a gunsmith who can't repair a gun is not a good gunner. Now Hu Yizhou has mastered all three!

Hu Yizhou didn't want to admit that making and changing guns was a method he took to relieve his anxiety. Because he didn't want to be like the other mercenary members, who were either drunk, fooling around, or quite violent...

Of course, due to policies and laws, he could only look for a large number of "old antique" munitions drawings to study when he was in China, and could not do it himself.

After becoming a mercenary, I started to do it when I had time and conditions! Because here in Europe, there are still such hand-made workshops that modify and repair guns for others. Some people who like World War II weapons even bought old ones.

Weapons go for maintenance and repair, hoping to be effective.

It was during those years that Hu Yizhou learned the art of modifying and repairing guns.

As for making a gun? If you have blueprints, materials, and tools, that’s a thief!

According to legend, the mercenary world's gun god loaded his own bullets! Because the bullets loaded in this way have consistent trajectories and stable performance, you can use them with confidence.

Now, Hu Yizhou saw the extremely old Maxim water-cooled heavy machine gun in the warehouse of the Eighth Battalion, and of course his hands were itchy.

Putting the three broken Min-24s together, Hu Yizhou began to disassemble the upper parts.

As the same heavy machine gun, some parts can be used interchangeably. The bracket on this one can still be used, the water cooling on that one is still good, and the ammunition supply system on the last one...

Seeing Hu Yizhou's familiar dismantling of guns, Li Junqi couldn't stand still.

"This master really knows how to repair a gun!" When Li Junzhi saw this, he naturally understood.

"By the way, I have to find a steel file and tools!" Li Junzhi came to his senses and remembered that Hu Yizhou wanted tools.

Before taking two steps, Li Junzhi slapped his forehead vigorously, and then stamped his feet: "It's broken, it's broken, it's broken! Don't give that box of ammunition belts to Huo Huo!"

"You guys are here to watch and provide the master with whatever tools he needs! I'm going to find the battalion commander! Oh my bullets..." The voice is getting farther and farther away...

"Master, this is a much-needed tool!" A big-headed soldier came to Hu Yizhou with a tool box, placed it on the ground, and licked his face as he watched Hu Yizhou tinker with parts.

Hu Yizhou didn't care, and ordered Fang Hao and the three veterans to pick a Hanyang-made weapon for each of the five young men and let them give them assault training.

After that, he continued to tinker with three heavy machine guns.

"Oh... standardization, standardization! Just a few things, can't you standardize them?" Looking at the parts with different standards in his hand, Hu Yizhou suddenly thought of some rabbits that were beaten by hawk sauce...

"I can only rest it myself! Rub rub..." Hu Yizhou took a steel file, filed away some burrs produced by the shrapnel, and rested the inappropriate places.

"Where, where? Has the master really repaired the heavy machine gun?" The voice of the eighth battalion commander came from far away, followed by the sound of running.

"Bang..." The door of the warehouse was pushed open again and hit the wall with a loud sound.

"I said..." The Eighth Battalion Commander naturally wanted to raise his hand.

Because in front of him, Hu Yizhou was controlling a Min 24, and the black muzzle of the gun was pointed right at him.

"Hey... there are no fucking bullets. Why am I so nervous?" The Eighth Battalion Commander paused for a second before recovering.

"Master, my ancestor! Did you really fix it?" the Eighth Battalion Commander circled around Min Ersi, looked at Hu Yizhou's skillful debugging, and asked carefully.

"I didn't test the gun without bullets!" Hu Yizhou said helplessly.

"Bullets...hehe...bullets are coming!" Li Junqiu breathed heavily and directed two soldiers to run back carrying a box of bullets.

"Fortunately, those guys were slow... Haha... This box of bullets was not removed!" Li Junzhi gasped and looked at the box of Miner 24's bullet belt that he "saved".

"Shall I try here?" Hu Yizhou was eager to try when he saw the special canvas belt and the 7.92mm bullets on it.

"Try it, try it here!" the Eighth Battalion Commander said happily.

At this point in the war, a heavy machine gun is of great help! In street fighting like this at a street entrance, even without Hu Yizhou's directional blasting device, the Eighth Battalion Commander is confident that he can use a heavy machine gun to kill the little Japs.

Fighting until you can't find the north!

Of course, the premise is that you don’t get hurt by the little devil’s grenade!

"Boom boom...boom..." Hu Yizhou fired a long burst and a short burst, and Min Ersi's muzzle spurted out a long flame.

"hey-hey……"

"Hehe..." The Eighth Battalion Commander, Li Junmu, and the few top soldiers who came over all laughed like silly sons of landlords.

"Zhao Dasha, go and try it!" the eighth battalion commander shouted to a soldier who was as strong as a calf.

"Yes, battalion commander!" A booming voice filled everyone's ears.

“Boom boom…boom boom…”

"Batalion Commander, no problem! It can be used!" Zhao Dasha shouted.

"Hahaha... carry it away, carry it away! Li Jun, donate all the bullets we have left! I can't survive!" the Eighth Battalion Commander was very happy.

"That... master, you keep getting hurt, there is still some Czech style here, please take a look..." the Eighth Battalion Commander said, licking his face.

"No problem!" Hu Yizhou is not pretentious! Souls from later generations are always full of respect for those who sincerely resist Japan!

"Okay, okay! The brigade commander is here and I'll give you a favor! Thank you very much! By the way, I'll give you these ten pieces of ocean to replenish your health! A master like you can't lose money!"

"Get out of here, I'm not a girl! Why do you want to make up for your body!"

"Hahaha... let's go, you are busy first! You can choose any gun in this warehouse! Just go to Li Military Supplies to get the bullets!"

After the eighth battalion commander finished speaking, he put down ten yuan and left. He seemed to have recovered from the grief of losing the second company. But no one noticed that there were two tears in the corners of the eighth battalion commander's eyes. As a soldier,

The grief will have to be left until after the war. The next thing to do is to kill the enemy! Killing more enemies is the best way to pay tribute to the brothers who died in battle!
Chapter completed!