Zhang Dabiao ran all the way to Liujiacun and went straight to Yang Yuanshan's camp headquarters.
The sentry at the entrance of the village knew him and did not stop him.
"Yang Yuanshan! Yang Yuanshan!"
Zhang Dabiao rushed into the yard and shouted.
Yang Yuanshan had just sent Zhao Li to find the blacksmith to make an engineering shovel, and was about to lie down and rest for a while when he heard Zhang Dabiao's voice coming from outside.
He quickly came out to greet him.
"Batalion Commander, why are you here?
Isn't the regiment very busy mobilizing nearby villagers to relocate? "
"Hmph. Yang Yuanshan, I came here today just to ask you, do you still recognize me as the old battalion commander?"
When Zhang Dabiao thought of Shen Quan's cannon, he felt indignant.
He, Zhang Dabiao, has been proud all his life, how could he be allowed to ride on his head by that guy Shen Quan?
"Battal Commander, what are you talking about?
If you need any help, just ask.
Okay, I still have some 38 cigarettes there, how about I get you 50? "
Yang Yuanshan didn't know why Zhang Dabiao suddenly came over to convulse him.
But he estimated that it was nothing more than weapons and ammunition.
So with a wave of his hand, he threw out 50 San Ba Gai.
Of course Zhang Dabiao was delighted when he saw that he had achieved these gains just by saying a word of his own.
But the purpose of his coming today is not the 38-year-old Gai!
He immediately restrained his happiness and continued to say coldly:
"That bitch Chen Quan said he bought a 90mm mortar from your camp. You can also get me two."
"Hey, that's it. It's easy to talk about."
When Yang Yuanshan heard this, he wanted to have some fun.
Originally, he thought of sending someone to find Zhang Dabiao, but he didn't expect him to come to his door.
Very good!
Very conscious!
He immediately shook his head and said:
"Batalion Commander, that cannon was not given to the Second Battalion Commander for free. It was replaced."
"Isn't it just a 60mm mortar? I have two in my battalion. I'll trade them with you."
Zhang Dabiao couldn't help but imagine Shen Quan's envious eyes after he got two of those 90mm mortars.
"Batalion Commander, it's not that I won't change with you, it's that I only have one 90mm mortar left."
Yang Yuanshan shook his head.
"One door at a time, you have to give me more shells.
That kid Chen Quan got 80 rounds of artillery shells and started shaking in front of me. You must give me 160 rounds of artillery shells! "
Zhang Dabiao looked like he couldn't beat him to death and lost to Shen Quan.
Yang Yuanshan was secretly happy in his heart. Remembering what Zhao Li had just said about the lack of iron materials, he immediately rolled his eyes and said:
"I can give you a maximum of one hundred shells, and I have a condition."
"What conditions?"
Zhang Dabiao was already secretly happy in his heart.
One hundred rounds of artillery shells, it was so exciting.
"I am short of shovels to dig trenches here. Now I am going to find a blacksmith to dig some. You can get me 1,000 kilograms of shrapnel."
Of course, shrapnel from artillery shells is also a good material for making engineer shovels. Unfortunately, Yang Yuanshan never lets the soldiers collect these scraps after every battle. He thinks it is a waste of time and energy, so now he can only count on Zhang Dabiao.
When Zhang Dabiao heard that it was just such a trivial condition, he immediately grinned:
"No problem, isn't it just shrapnel? I have plenty of them."
Originally, they were following Li Yunlong's order to collect bullet casings and shrapnel and prepare to send them to the border arsenal. Now they give them directly to Yang Yuanshan, which saves the soldiers from traveling and working hard.
"Okay, that's it. Later, you can send someone to my place to pull artillery and shells, and send me the 60 mortar by the way."
Yang Yuanshan was very satisfied when he saw that he had finally solved the problem of getting mortar equipment to the company.
Now, the secret service battalion has three 60mm mortars, exactly one for each company.
He was too lazy to ask Zhang Dabiao for 60 mortar shells. Since he had no shortage of them anyway, he might as well keep the few shells he had for himself.
Zhang Dabiao quickly reminded:
"Don't forget the 50 San Ba Da Gai you just promised to give me!"
"Don't worry, I, Yang Yuanshan, spit and nail!"
…
After the two concluded the deal, Zhang Dabiao hurried away. Not long after, he led a battalion of soldiers and drove a cart to Yangcun.
Zhao Li, who was notified by Yang Yuanshan, had already prepared things for him in advance.
When Zhang Dabiao saw the mortar, which was as brand-new as the one Shen Quan had dragged back, he was so excited that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.
Immediately hand over the 60-70% new 60 mortar and the 1,000 kilograms of shell fragments you brought to Zhao Li.
——He also took advantage of the fact that Yang Yuanshan also gave him 50 38 big guns, so he reciprocated the favor and specially selected a newer one to give to the spy camp.
He directed the soldiers to load the cannon and shells into their vehicles and hurried back to Yangcun.
Zhang Dabiao also wanted to go back and settle down, and then find a place to try the cannon.
Nowadays, there are 100 rounds of artillery shells. It’s not too much to try one or two rounds, right?
Halfway through, he saw several soldiers from the Second Battalion driving empty carriages towards him.
He immediately shouted loudly and deliberately:
"Oh, this stupid Yang Yuanshan is still my old subordinate. Now that he is the battalion commander, he only gives me 100 rounds of artillery shells. How stingy!"
A clever warrior next to him quickly cooperated:
"Battal Commander, Battalion Commander Yang also gave us fifty 38-inch lids. They are all 70% to 80% new!"
"That's right, they haven't confiscated our artillery shells yet, so they just replaced a bare 60mm mortar with these things. Battalion Commander, you still have more face!"
"Huh, that's right. When I was in the New Regiment, Yang Yuanshan was my platoon leader."
Zhang Dabiao could not hide his pride.
Upon hearing their words, the soldiers of the Second Battalion, who were originally in a very happy mood, suddenly became sour.
When they returned the cart to Liujia Village, they immediately ran back to Second Battalion Commander Shen Quan to report the incident.
At this moment, Shen Quan was leading the artillery platoon of the Second Battalion to test artillery in a small mountain col.
He had just tried one shot, and the range and power made him so happy that snot bubbles almost came out of his nose.
But now when he heard from his subordinates that Zhang Dabiao had only used a bare 60mm mortar to replace it with a 90mm mortar that was exactly the same as his own, with 20 more shells than him, and 50 38s as a bonus. When the lid was closed, I suddenly felt that the cannon in my hand no longer smelled good at all.
I couldn't help but curse angrily:
"Zhang Dabiao, you idiot, how come you can take advantage of everything!"
…
When he finished testing the cannon and dragged the cannon back to Yangcun, he happened to meet Zhang Dabiao who was also pulling the cannon out on a cart. It seemed that he was also going to test the cannon.
As soon as Zhang Dabiao saw Shen Quan, he immediately provoked:
"Chen Quan, how was your test of the cannon?
You shouldn’t be reluctant to part with cannonballs, right?
Alas, I'm going to try it now. These bastards don't know if they can use five rounds to get a feel for it. "
Chen Quan felt very depressed and wished he could punch Zhang Dabiao in the face. Wasn't it just that he had 20 more shells than himself? How could he be so proud?
If you hadn't been quick to talk, would you have known that the secret service camp had spare cannons?
But since he was a battalion commander, he couldn't just yell and make his subordinates laugh.
He could only mutter:
"Isn't it just a mortar? It's no big deal.
When I hit a few gun towers, I must buy a Type 92 infantry cannon! That’s called bullishness! "
"What? Type 92 infantry gun?
You reminded me, next time I will go find Yang Yuanshan to get two doors. Who said he is my old subordinate? He must give me the face of an old battalion commander! "
Zhang Dabiao's eyes lit up, as if he saw Yang Yuanshan giving him two infantry cannons.
When Chen Quan heard this, his eyes suddenly widened and he thought to himself: Zhang Dabiao, your fucking face is too big, right?
You think you are the regiment leader and you want someone to give you two Type 92 infantry cannons?
Why don't you go to heaven?
However, countless envy emerged in his heart. He envied why Yang Yuanshan was not his old subordinate?
Shen Quan didn't answer Zhang Dabiao's words and walked away, but his mouth was watering in his heart.
Damn it, greedy! very sour!
(End of chapter)
