Seeing them leaving, Han Yang pointed to the mortar and the 10 shells brought by Shen Quan on the ground and said to Zhao Li:
"Platoon Leader Zhao, please check in and register this gun in the warehouse, and then take it out of the warehouse and send it to the Second Company.
We should still have a lot of 60mm grenades, right?
Send them more artillery shells. "
He remembered that hundreds of 60mm grenades had been seized in Qianjiazhuang before.
Zhao Li nodded, and after registering, he arranged for the soldiers from the logistics platoon to go and do it.
As soon as Han Yang left, Zhao Li hurried to the camp headquarters to report to Yang Yuanshan.
"Battal Commander, Han Yang just exchanged a semi-old 60mm mortar and 10 rounds of artillery shells for our 90mm mortar and 80 rounds of artillery shells!"
After all, he felt heartache over this loss-making business, so he wanted to confirm whether this was what Yang Yuanshan meant.
Yang Yuanshan was drawing a design drawing of an ordnance shovel on the table at the moment. Hearing Zhao Li's words, he nodded immediately:
"It's okay, this is what I arranged.
We need 60 mortars now, as long as they can be replaced, it doesn't matter whether they are old or new.
That 90mm mortar will be part of our support group. "
"But this is such a loss."
Zhao Li was still a little distressed.
When Yang Yuanshan chose him as the logistics platoon leader, of course it was not just because he could write and do calculations, but also because he was somewhat picky - if you don't know how to be picky, you can't do logistics!
So at this moment, not only did he not feel verbose about what he said, but I was actually quite satisfied with it.
He quickly comforted and changed the subject:
"It's okay. We are about to move. Replacing a few cannons will also help you reduce some of the transportation burden.
Come and take a look at this picture of mine. "
After hearing what Yang Yuanshan said, Zhao Li could only put aside his heartache, walked to the table, and looked at the drawings in Yang Yuanshan's hand.
"Battal Commander, are you painting a shovel?"
"That's right.
When we dug trenches in the past, we borrowed shovels and hoes from fellow villagers.
Now we are about to move, and those things are inconvenient to carry, so I designed this engineer shovel and wanted to build some as soon as possible.
It will also be more convenient if you encounter the need to dig trenches during the transfer process. "
What Yang Yuanshan drew is naturally the appearance of the third-generation engineer shovel that can be folded twice, which was the most common before time travel.
As a veteran, he was very familiar with this stuff.
After all, this thing is really useful!
Compared with the shovels and hoes used by soldiers today, they are simply thousands of miles better.
"Battalion Commander, what are the teeth on this shovel used for?
And this handle, why does it take so much trouble to make it into a triangle? "
Yang Yuanshan was not interested in explaining to Zhao Li why he designed it this way. After all, the benefits could not be explained in a long time.
He immediately waved his hand and said:
"Don't worry about why, you can go find some blacksmiths now and make these shovels according to my design. Make as many as you can. Don't be afraid of spending money.
If folding is too troublesome, you can stop folding it first. "
He thought that since there were no such things as screws these days, folding might be a bit more difficult for the ordinary blacksmiths in the village who used to only make farm tools.
"Yes! I understand, battalion commander.
But iron materials are hard to come by now. I'm afraid it won't be easy to make this shovel!
If you send someone to buy the territory of the Jinsui Army, I'm afraid you won't be able to make it in a short while. "
In order to limit the development and growth of our army, the little devils have blocked many key supplies, such as sugar, salt, grain, medicine, and steel.
"Then you plunder your warehouse and melt all the tattered and old weapons and equipment for me to use them to make shovels."
Yang Yuanshan is rich and domineering.
"Ah, battalion commander, the equipment in our warehouse is all good and tattered. The soldiers have never picked it up."
Zhao Li smiled bitterly, feeling extremely reluctant to give up.
"Then use the good equipment and go to the regiment to exchange for the junk. Anyway, I need the engineer shovel. You can find a way to solve the specific problem yourself!"
At this moment, Yang Yuanshan looked like a domineering president.
Seeing what he said, Zhao Li could only nodded and agreed.
But there was still infinite heartache in my heart, and I thought: Battalion Commander, this is too wasteful! If people from other troops knew about this, they would probably want to beat him up, right?
…
Speaking of Shenquan, a group of them headed to Yangcun, pulling cannons and shells.
As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the village, they met Zhang Dabiao, who was returning from the next village with a battalion of people.
This guy had very good eyesight. He saw a very long gun barrel on the cart behind Shen Quan, and his eyes immediately dazzled.
——You can’t see cannons on the Eighth Route Army these days!
Although Yang Yuanshan contributed the method of making and using the heartless cannon, this thing has a lot of shortcomings and is still far behind the serious artillery.
Best of all – gasoline cans are also hard to come by!
If you want to do it, you have to try your luck.
Zhang Dabiao waved to the deputy battalion commander to lead the soldiers into the village, then he came up and asked:
"Chen Quan, where did you get the cannon?"
As he spoke, he carefully looked at the cannon on the cart, and suddenly he drooled with envy.
One look at the long barrel of this cannon, and you can tell that it is extremely powerful.
Coupled with the fact that the caliber is thicker than an 82mm mortar, Zhang Dabiao is even more envious and wishes he could just snatch this gun away.
Seeing Zhang Dabiao's expression, Shen Quan felt extremely happy.
Among the three main battalions of the Independent Regiment, Zhang Dabiao's battalion has the largest number of people, the best equipment, and the strongest combat effectiveness. It has the most reputation with the regiment leader Li Yunlong.
In the past, he was the one who envied Zhang Dabiao, but this time it was finally his turn to envy him so much. How could he not feel as sweet as eating bee shit?
Patting the barrel of the cannon with a proud face, Shen Quan pretended to be understated and said:
"Hey, I asked my old subordinate to change it. He had some spare parts, so I changed it to another one."
Chen Quan's old subordinate?
Who is that?
Zhang Dabiao couldn't think of anyone who could be so arrogant and have a surplus of artillery!
This is too unscientific.
But when he heard the words "old subordinates", his eyes suddenly lit up and he thought to himself: Is it true that you, Shen Quan, have old subordinates, and I, Zhang Dabiao, don't?
It seems that I have to go find Yang Yuanshan to fight the autumn wind. This guy is so fat. It shouldn't be difficult for me to get the cannon back, right?
Let you be so proud in front of me!
After thinking about it, he asked:
"Chen Quan, what is the caliber of your cannon? How many rounds are there?"
The purpose of asking this is naturally to prepare a cannon that can overwhelm Chenquan, so that we can regain our position!
Shen Quan didn't know this guy's "sinister" intentions, he chuckled and said:
"My gun is a Type 97 90mm light mortar of the Little Devil, with 80 rounds.
This guy's cannonball weighs more than 5 kilograms. When it explodes, it's so powerful, hehe! hey-hey! "
90mm mortar, no wonder this guy started shaking and smiling like a fool.
Zhang Dabiao thought secretly.
He quickly asked:
"Old Shen, tell me honestly, who are your old subordinates?
How did you get this gun?
Look at it, it’s still brand new! "
Shen Quan saw that this guy had always been "Chen Quan, Chen Quan" before, but now he was "Old Shen", and he felt so happy that his toes were curling up.
Deliberately pretending to be 13:
"Hi, this is one of my former squad leaders from the Second Battalion, named Han Yang.
He has now been promoted to deputy battalion commander in the special agent battalion. He sees that I, the old battalion commander, am suffering too much, so he supports me.
Let me replace this gun with an old 60mm mortar and 10 rounds of shells.
In fact, I didn't want him to suffer such a big loss, but he insisted on giving it to me and thanked me for taking care of him in the past. You see, this old subordinate was so kind that it was hard to refuse, so I had to reluctantly accept it. "
"What? 60 guns for 90 guns? And 70 more rounds?"
Zhang Dabiao doubted his life.
Is there anyone doing this kind of business?
Could he be a big fool?
But when he heard the name "Special Agent Camp", he suddenly understood something.
Considering how fat Yang Yuanshan is, it makes sense for him to have two idiots under his command.
The landlord has a prodigal son!
When Shen Quan saw Zhang Dabiao's expression, he felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life.
She stopped arguing with him and greeted the soldiers to continue driving the cart into the village, continuing to pretend: 13:
"Da Biao, I'm going to take the soldiers to test the cannon. I got this new cannon. If I don't fire two rounds, I really have no idea. Let's go now!"
When Zhang Dabiao heard what he said, he was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.
This guy used to be called "Old Zhang, Old Zhang", but now that he has a new cannon, he calls himself "Big Biao". What a villain!
Is my name worthy of someone like Shen Quan?
Also fucking test the cannon!
Having dozens of shells is a big deal, right?
Do you dare to shoot twice without any problem?
Let the regiment leader know that this guy is wasting shells so much, he must be beaten!
Seeing that Shen Quan had gone far away and Zhang Dabiao stopped entering the village, he immediately ran towards Liujiacun.
Even if he is looking for the secret service camp, he can find it too!
(End of chapter)
