Yin Surava.”

Before he finished speaking, he had already picked up two Sten submachine guns from the ammunition box and placed them on the table.

"Are there any other options for submachine guns?"

Hugo also placed his Sten submachine gun on the table and said dissatisfiedly, "I don't know which British idiot designed this piece of garbage, let alone why he put the magazine on the side. This

I don’t know how many times I got tangled up in vines because of my misplaced dick.”

"Be content"

Dean shook the Thompson he was carrying, "This guy, which is heavier than my wife when she was pregnant, is even harder to use, so do you want it or not?"

"want"

Hugo nodded decisively and gave the two submachine guns that the other party had just taken out to Neil and Valoro, "Can you give us two more?"

"there is none left"

Dean spread his hands, "If you are lucky enough, you might be able to find the supplies airdropped by the blind pilots in the jungle. There might be more weapons there. Also, thank you for the rifle ammunition and submachine gun ammunition you just sent.

"

"Where are the grenades?" Wei Ran asked, "How about at least giving us a few grenades?"

"No problem at all"

Dean said, opening another ammunition box, and said very generously, "If you don't mind the weight, you can take it."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately rushed forward and each took four or five No. 36 anti-personnel grenades, which are widely praised for their power.

Those who had a submachine gun asked for four or five additional magazines. Those who didn't have a submachine gun got several boxes of No. 12 shotguns and a pack of 9mm handkerchiefs from Dean, plus a wet and dripping bag.

There was water on it, and I didn’t know if it was a shirt that had just been washed, and an English pot-lid helmet.

The indigenous warrior named Kaikai used the Enfield rifle that belonged to Neil and had some rust on the muzzle.
Chapter completed!