Yang Yuanshan and Han Yang came to the logistics company, and Zhao Li was busy sorting out various equipment in the warehouse.
The warehouse of the secret service camp is so full!
Seeing them coming, Zhao Li couldn't help but be a little surprised and asked quickly:
"Battal Commander, Deputy Battalion Commander Han, why are you here?"
"Zhao Li, please hurry up and ask someone to find 800 broken guns for me. I can use them."
Yang Yuanshan ordered.
"Broken gun?
Battalion Commander, you are making things difficult for me.
If you want 800 good guns, I'll get them for you right now.
But if you want to break the gun, I really don’t have one! "
"No? How could there be no?
We have fought against the Japs so many times, and the firearms captured on the battlefield must be somewhat broken, right? "
Yang Yuanshan was a little dumbfounded.
You really can't take out the gun and give it back to Chu Yunfei?
Lifting a rock and hitting yourself in the foot?
This unscientific!
"Battal Commander, it really doesn't happen!
Didn't you just order the soldiers not to pick up rags when cleaning the battlefield? "
Zhao Li looked innocent.
When Yang Yuanshan heard this, he immediately knew that this was really his fault.
Every time he cleaned the battlefield before, he did give such an order in order to speed up the soldiers.
Suddenly, he remembered that Wei Dayong destroyed Heiyun Village last time, and asked quickly:
"Last time the monk destroyed Heiyun Village, he must have captured a lot of tattered weapons used by the bandits, right?"
"Forget it, the monk said he didn't care about the rags and found it difficult to carry them back, so he gave them all to the militiamen in the villages along the way. The trophies he finally got back were gold, silver, jewelry, grain and cloth."
Zhao Li said with some resentment.
In his opinion, Yang Yuanshan takes the lead, and all the generals in this secret service camp are losers!
"Good guy, we're in a bit of trouble now."
Yang Yuanshan scratched his head a little.
Han Yang was nearby and immediately came up with an idea:
"Zhao Li, when our own soldiers use guns, they must have some bad ones, right?
You count those and see how many there are. "
"Well, there is a batch of this, I'll let someone go take a look!"
Zhao Li nodded.
When Yang Yuanshan heard this, he couldn't help but look forward to it.
I hope these bad guns can be collected into 800 pieces.
It's a pity that Zhao Li came to report after a while:
"Battal Commander, the number of Sanba Gai that our soldiers have damaged is only over 300. It's still far from 800."
Yang Yuanshan couldn't help frowning when he heard this, thought about it carefully, and immediately ordered:
"Han Yang, you immediately take people to collect broken guns from nearby villages. Let's exchange the new Hanyang-made guns with the militia and guerrillas, and replace all the broken guns and shotguns they have in their hands. Let's see if we can Make up three or four hundred!"
"Battal Commander, is this necessary?
How about we give Chu Yunfei a few hundred Hanyang-made ones? "
Han Yang hesitated.
"That won't work!
The Hanyang products in our library are all good. If we give them to Chu Yunfei, wouldn’t that be a waste?
If he wants a good gun, he can go to Mr. Yan or his Principal Chang! "
The Hanyang products in the secret agent camp warehouse were all good things rewarded by the system, but Yang Yuanshan was not willing to give them to Chu Yunfei.
For the militia and guerrillas, it is just for the construction of base areas, and it can be regarded as playing its due role.
Seeing his resolute attitude, Han Yang could only nod and go down to make arrangements.
…
Here, Zhao Li also led his people to search the warehouse desperately to see if they could find some junk.
He remembered that in order to build an arsenal, the soldiers had collected a large number of shell casings, bullet casings, shrapnel and other items in the blacksmith's workshop.
There might be some soldiers who also collected some bad guns over there, and immediately sent people there to search for them.
It took more than an hour, and Zhao Li finally counted more than 430 damaged guns.
It's like turning the bottom of the warehouse upside down.
…
At this time, Chu Yunfei at Yang Yuanshan Camp was impatient to wait.
Anyone else would be impatient. After waiting for more than an hour, I didn’t even get a drink of water!
He couldn't help but walked out of the room and went to the yard to get some air.
When Sun Ming saw it, he quickly stepped forward and asked:
"Tuan Zuo, is this Yang Yuanshan disobeying his orders?
Still refuse to return our equipment? "
"Humph, he actually agreed to give it.
But keeping us here for so long is probably intentional. "
Chu Yunfei sneered.
Feeling angry, he decided to teach Qian Bojun a lesson when he went back.
"They have gone too far. They treat friendly forces like this. If we find an opportunity later, let's just teach them a lesson."
Sun Mingyi was filled with anger.
The master humiliated his minister to death, and now Chu Yunfei is being bullied like this, how can he endure it?
"Hmph, let's see. Sooner or later we will have a battle with this independent group. When the time comes, I, Chu Yunfei, will let these two bastards Li Yunlong and Yang Yuanshan see what I can do!"
Chu Yunfei's eyes shone with sharp light.
He knows very well that as a soldier, if you want your opponents to respect you, you can only rely on your performance on the battlefield!
…
As for Han Yang, he took his people to various nearby villages to collect broken guns.
When the militiamen in each village heard that they were replacing the broken guns in their hands with brand-new Hanyang-made guns, they all looked at them as if they were fools.
Everyone thought: Are these Eighth Route Army soldiers in the main force crazy?
What do they think about exchanging good guns for bad guns?
The prodigal son of a rich man's family wouldn't be able to do such a thing, right?
But seeing the sincere persuasion of the Eighth Route Army soldiers, they still chose to support it. They took out all the junk guns at home and said:
"Comrades of the Eighth Route Army, I will give this gun to you, there is no need to exchange it!
Keep this good gun of yours to fight the Japanese! "
"That won't work! Our battalion commander said that exchange is exchange.
Come on, come on, you bring two shotguns, I'll give you two made in Hanyang, and I'll give you 50 rounds of bullets. "
…
Scenes like this were constantly staged in various villages. For a while, the villagers in the village were talking about it. Everyone couldn't figure out what was wrong with this group of Eighth Route Army troops.
…
With more people and greater strength, Han Yang mobilized two companies of soldiers to toil in nearby villages. After spending two hours, he finally obtained 400 old sleeves, smooth rifling Hanyang-made guns, shotguns, etc. A mess of guns.
In the troubled times for many years, there is really no shortage of various firearms in ordinary people's homes, but they are not good things.
With these guns, Han Yang returned to the logistics company of the secret service camp and put the things in the yard.
Report to Yang Yuanshan who is still waiting there:
"Battal Commander, I replaced 400 broken guns with 400 new ones made in Hanyang, and they are all here."
"Okay! Now there are 830, dozens more than the ones that captured Qian Bojun. I can finally explain it to Chu Yunfei."
Yang Yuanshan didn't care at all what kind of rags Han Yang got back.
For him, as long as it's a gun, that's all.
Han Yang pouted:
"Batalion Commander, is this really okay?
If I were Chu Yunfei, I would draw my gun immediately and fight you to the death! "
"Hahaha, so you are not him!
He, Chu Yunfei, has great ambitions. How could he really fight with us over such a trivial matter? "
Yang Yuanshan laughed.
Ask Zhao Li to send people to pack these guns in boxes and finally load them into three large trucks. Yang Yuanshan took them back to his yard.
Seeing Chu Yunfei pacing in the yard, he couldn't help but smile a little bit.
He quickly apologized and said:
"Captain Chu, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting.
I just went to the warehouse and found out that my men were incapable of doing things, and Commander Chu's batch of guns had been distributed to the militiamen in nearby villages. "
"What? Yang Yuanshan, what do you mean?
Are you ready to return my gun? "
Chu Yunfei had been waiting for a long time, and he was already angry. Now after hearing his words, his eyes turned red instantly, and he felt like eating Yang Yuanshan.
Seeing him like this, Yang Yuanshan laughed heartily, but his face was serious and he waved his hands repeatedly.
"Where did Captain Chu go?
Our Eighth Route Army has the strictest military discipline. It is impossible for me to disobey the military orders of our regiment commander! "
"Then you just said -"
Chu Yunfei felt like a monkey being played by Yang Yuanshan.
"Hey, weren't those guns issued to the militia?
So I just went out for such a long time and urgently sent someone to get these guns back.
Commander Chu, look, they are all here. There are more than 830 in total, dozens more than what you lost. Just give them all to you. Think of me, Yang Yuanshan, as my apology to Commander Chu! "
As Yang Yuanshan answered, he pointed out the three carts at the entrance of the yard to them.
If Han Yang heard what he said, he would probably be deeply shocked by his shamelessness.
God damn it, give me dozens more as an apology!
Are 830 pieces of junk and more than 700 pieces of fine quality officially the same thing?
Outrageous!
Chu Yunfei didn't know what the guns Yang Yuanshan returned were. After hearing his words, he instantly felt that he had just "judged the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain."
There was even a bit of guilt on his face.
He quickly said:
"Camp Commander Yang is too polite.
It was my people who made the mistake first, and I will punish them severely later. "
When Yang Yuanshan heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and thought to himself: When you see the gun later, you will probably want to beat me up first, right?
He quickly and diligently advised:
"Commander Chu, why don't you take a look at the gun first?"
"No need to look, I believe in you Yang Yuanshan!
Since you said there are 830, that’s 830! "
Chu Yunfei was very heroic.
He felt that at this point, Yang Yuanshan would not cause any trouble.
There shouldn't be any trouble, right?
He had just observed that everyone in the secret service camp was equipped with brand-new 38 guns, so it would be useless to keep his more than 700 guns.
Seeing Chu Yunfei like this, Yang Yuanshan couldn't help but feel secretly happy, and thought to himself: You don't see this yourself. When you walk out of this yard and find something wrong, I won't admit it!
Hahaha, so fun!
He nodded immediately:
"Okay, then I will give these three carts to Commander Chu.
However, our secret service camp is poor and has no mules and horses. You have to solve the problem of pulling the cart yourself. "
"Thank you very much, Commander Yang. The guards in my squad are all good war horses. It doesn't matter if they are used temporarily to pull carts."
Chu Yunfei asked for the gun back, and his depressed mood instantly improved a lot, and he no longer had to worry about whether it was a mule or a mule with Yang Yuanshan.
Isn't it just a waste of three war horses?
He, Chu Yunfei, can afford to ruin it!
He immediately ordered Sun Ming to bring three horses to pull the cart, then said goodbye to Yang Yuanshan and walked out with the others.
…
Seeing Chu Yunfei and others leaving, Yang Yuanshan couldn't bear it anymore and burst out laughing on the spot.
The soldiers of the special agent battalion on duty inside and outside the yard were all confused, thinking: What is the battalion commander laughing at?
At this time, Han Yang came over and asked:
"Battal Commander, Chu Yunfei left?"
"Haha, yes, let's go."
Yang Yuanshan couldn't restrain his laughter at all.
"Chu Yunfei is so easy to fool?"
Han Yang's eyes almost bulged out, feeling very incredible.
"Haha, this arrogant guy didn't even open the box and look at it!"
Yang Yuanshan continued to laugh wildly.
"This...this is too..."
Han Yang couldn't find any words to describe it.
He didn't know whether to say that Yang Yuanshan was too cunning and bad, or that Chu Yunfei was too simple and honest.
No matter how you say it, it feels like something is not quite right!
…
By the way, Chu Yunfei and his men drove out in the car and soon escaped the sight of the sentry at the secret service camp.
Sun Ming immediately asked:
"Leader, we didn't even look at the gun they gave us, so we just took it away? What if-"
"Don't worry, this Yang Yuanshan either doesn't give us a gun. Since he did, there's no reason to do anything wrong.
Wouldn't that offend me, Chu Yunfei, to death?
I believe that boy is a smart man and would not do such a stupid thing.
After all, there are more than 5,000 people in our 358th regiment, so I am not a soft persimmon who can be manipulated! "
Chu Yunfei said confidently.
"Tuanzuo, I just saw that Yang Yuanshan seemed to be snickering. I think they must be up to something."
Sun Ming affirmed.
After hearing what he said, Chu Yunfei suddenly felt something bad.
He had no choice but to order:
"Stop!"
After the team stopped, he jumped off his horse, ran to the three carts, opened a box, and was dumbfounded.
What was in the box was not the 10 official guns he thought. Instead, there were local guns, shotguns, made in Hanyang, and old sleeves!
It's such a junky thing that you can tell it's broken at a glance - the bolt is covered in rust!
He panicked and quickly opened the next box, only to see several 38 guns lying inside, but some of those guns even had no triggers!
He became even more panicked and hurriedly opened more than ten boxes one after another. Finally, he felt his hands and feet shaking, his heart beating like a drum, a mouthful of blood rushed straight into his throat, and he vomited blood and roared:
"Yang Yuanshan! I, Chu Yunfei, swear to be incompatible with you!"
(End of chapter)
