The spy battalion was temporarily stationed in Yangshugou Village, waiting for Zhou Xianpei to bring food for emergency relief and people to carry weapons.
However, before Zhou Xianpei arrived, Han Yang sent people from the first battalion to Qingshangou, but he brought them back first.
The leader is naturally Zhang Dabiao, the commander of the first battalion.
After hearing that Yang Yuanshan asked him to come to Yangshugou to collect wages, he hurriedly came with more than two hundred people, driving a cart and riding horses.
"Yang Yuanshan, didn't you tell me to go to Qixia Town to get wages?
Why did you bring me to Yangshugou? "
As soon as Zhang Dabiao entered the village, he started shouting.
"Hey, battalion commander, there is nothing we can do. We are lucky. We happened to pick up a batch of equipment in the valley next to Yangshugou Village."
Yang Yuanshan smiled and took him into the room to talk.
When Zhang Dabiao heard this, he instantly turned into a black question mark face. As he entered the room, he said in disbelief:
"Yang Yuanshan, are you talking nonsense?
I have been to this Yangshugou Village more than once or twice. I still don’t know the surrounding geography?
Why haven't I picked up any equipment? "
"Hey, battalion commander, why did I lie to you?
My scouts accidentally discovered it when they were scouting nearby.
Thousands of people in our entire camp saw it!
If you didn’t pick it up, it’s because you are not lucky! "
Yang Yuanshan spread his hands and said, "I lied to you, I am a dog."
Seeing him like this, Zhang Dabiao had to believe it even if he didn't believe it.
Suddenly he was full of curiosity and asked:
"Tell me, boy, how much equipment did you pick up?
You can actually give me a thousand 38 big covers directly? "
Of course, he was being careful when he said this, specifically mentioning the "38 big cover". Naturally, he was afraid that Yang Yuanshan would fool him by giving him a Hanyang-made or other off-brand gun.
"Hehe, not much. As for rifles, there are only more than 1,600 Sanba Gai."
"What?
1,600 items?
new?
You kid wouldn't fool me with some old guns with smoothed rifling, would you? "
Zhang Dabiao felt his heart pounding.
1,600 rifles. Even though the number of his battalion has exceeded 2,000, the rifles of the whole battalion combined are not that many!
Not to mention it’s all covered with 38-year-olds.
"Hey, it's brand new, the gun oil hasn't even been wiped dry, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
Yang Yuanshan said proudly.
"Good guy!
You kid really made a fortune, you are so lucky!
1,600 guns. If this is handed over to the headquarters, the boss will give you first-class merit even if you don't say anything! "
Zhang Dabiao's eyes were full of envy, and he couldn't help but roar in his heart: What's the difference between me and this kid?
Why can't I pick up the equipment?
My people often come and go near Yangshugou. Why is no one finding the equipment?
"Haha, first-class merit?
That's fine. How about I just hand it over? "
Yang Yuanshan smiled evilly.
"You kid, stop pretending, we are thousands of miles away from the headquarters, so what the heck are you handing over!
Besides guns, are there any other good things?
Didn't you pick up some cannons? "
"Of course there are cannons. There must be dozens of them in total."
Yang Yuanshan understates Versailles.
When Zhang Dabiao heard this, his eyes suddenly widened, he jumped three feet high, and immediately shouted:
"What? Dozens of doors?
No, you have to give me 20 doors to make it up to me.
This time our battalion was tricked by your boy, but we suffered more than 200 casualties!
All of them are good comrades who are strong-willed! "
Seeing that this guy opened his mouth like a lion and asked for 20 cannons, Yang Yuanshan couldn't help but want to hit him.
This is too daring!
The brigade commander, division commander, and even the boss wouldn't dare to speak like this, right?
20 doors!
You are so stupid that you think you have occupied the Jinyang Arsenal!
He waved his hand quickly:
"Battal Commander, your mouth is too big, and you are not afraid of dying!
If you are given so many cannons, do you have so many gunners in your battalion? "
Of course, Zhang Dabiao also knew that his asking price was a bit too much. Hey, hey, he replied:
"I have a huge appetite and I can't hold it to death.
Just say whether you want to give it or not?
If the gunner is not a gunner, I will handle it myself. "
"No, no, no, no!"
Yang Yuanshan waved his hand.
He was also thinking that he would have to send some cannons to Li Yunlong so that Li Yunlong could help him carry the thunder.
How can I give it to Zhang Dabiao!
The consequences of this attack may be serious!
"Yang Yuanshan, you want to eat alone?
Then don't blame me for going to the group leader to complain! "
Zhang Dabiao threatened insidiously.
Yang Yuanshan knew that this guy wouldn't give up if he didn't give the opponent artillery today, so he immediately made an offer:
"Battal Commander, how about I give you a Jin-made 82mm mortar with 80 rounds of shells?"
"Only one?
Are you sending beggars away?
I, Zhang Dabiao, am missing your cannon? "
Zhang Dabiao snickered in his heart, but sneered contemptuously on his face.
It's really hard for him. He is obviously a straightforward man, but now he has to show off his acting skills.
"Okay, okay, I won't bargain with you anymore. I only have two 82mm mortars here, and I'll give them to you."
Yang Yuanshan increased the price.
Two 82mm mortars. If he were in the new regiment period, Zhang Dabiao would be able to show off in front of Li Yunlong.
Now, it's just so-so.
He reluctantly nodded and said:
"Hmph, okay.
You kid is so stingy!
What about the shells? "
This guy actually said that he was stingy, and Yang Yuanshan couldn't help but roll his eyes.
He thought to himself: If I were stingy, I should not even give you a single cannon for this idiot!
He replied angrily:
"I'll give you 160 rounds of 82mm mortar shells. Are you satisfied?"
"Only 160 rounds? It's a little less!"
Zhang Dabiao shook his head and expressed dissatisfaction.
"If you want love, don't pull me down!"
Yang Yuanshan can't tolerate him anymore.
"If you want it, 160 rounds, just 160 rounds. Hehe~"
Zhang Dabiao couldn't help but be happy.
What an unexpected gain!
What kind of bike do you want?
At this time, Yang Yuanshan thought of the dozens of ridiculously ugly submachine guns, and immediately showed an eight-tooth smile and asked:
“Batalion Commander, do you want a submachine gun?
I have more than 80 little Japanese submachine guns here, as well as 30,000 rounds of matching bullets. Do you want them? "
"More than 80 submachine guns?
And 30,000 rounds of ammunition?
Would your kid be so kind? "
Zhang Dabiao suddenly became suspicious when he heard about this good thing.
He didn't believe that Yang Yuanshan would give him benefits for no reason. Could it be that he wanted to do part-time work for him again?
Seeing that he was so vigilant, Yang Yuanshan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and quickly pretended to be angry:
"Battal Commander, you are hurting my heart too much. Ask yourself, how do I, Yang Yuanshan, treat you guys?
In the past, you used to support the big guys a lot, right? "
"Okay, okay, stop pretending, kid. What else do you want me to do for you?"
Of course Zhang Dabiao knew that Yang Yuanshan was very generous, so he quickly laughed and asked.
"I really didn't want you to do anything. I just want to thank the old battalion commander for helping me pretend to attack the water spring this time."
Conscience of heaven and earth, Yang Yuanshan actually just wants to deal with the garbage.
After all, he was too lazy to transport the more than 80 submachine guns and the 30,000 rounds of ammunition back to Qixia Town and throw them in the warehouse to collect dust.
Seeing what he said, Zhang Dabiao no longer doubted it and suddenly became happy.
He had long envied Yang Yuanshan for having a guard squad equipped with submachine guns. Now he could actually get a guard company equipped with submachine guns. It was a great joy.
He said quickly:
"Good boy, loyal!
Don't worry, you kid. When I send the battle report to the regiment commander later, I will definitely not say that it was you kid who dragged me to Shuiquan.
Beat me to death, I said it was me who took the initiative to go with you to see the excitement, and also helped you with a feint attack. "
Seeing him like this, Yang Yuanshan felt a little uneasy and said quickly:
"Batalion Commander, why don't you take a look at those submachine guns first?
I'm afraid that after you see it, you won't want it anymore. "
"Don't want it? Why?"
Zhang Dabiao was confused.
Yang Yuanshan couldn't explain it either, so he took him to find Zhao Li.
Not long after, he showed Zhang Dabiao those boxes of Southern-style submachine guns.
When Zhang Dabiao saw the ridiculously ugly gun, his face suddenly turned green, he pointed at it and asked:
"Yang Yuanshan, isn't this thing of yours too ugly?"
Yang Yuanshan smiled awkwardly and quickly explained:
"It's a bit ugly. Isn't it because the kid's weapons designer doesn't have a normal mind?
Look at that crooked thing, isn't it too ugly to look at?
Don't worry about black or white cats. If they catch mice, they are good cats.
As long as this gun can hit little devils, that's fine. "
"Okay. Look at it, it's indeed a submachine gun."
Zhang Dabiao was speechless, then picked up one, pulled the bolt, aimed the gun empty, and gave it a try.
The gun filled with gun oil makes a crisp sound and looks very silky smooth.
"Oh, it still has a 50-round magazine. This firepower must be powerful!"
Zhang Dabiao picked up a magazine and walked out.
He was going to find a place to try the gun.
More than ten minutes later, Zhang Dabiao finished 50 rounds of ammunition in the woods outside the village.
Then he asked Yang Yuanshan with a dark face:
"Yang Yuanshan, I asked you how could you be so kind and give me these submachine guns!
It turns out they are all junk! "
He just tried the gun, and out of 50 rounds, it jammed twice!
The magazine almost fell out.
And looking at the power of this bullet, it can't even penetrate a small tree 80 meters away. It's simply outrageous!
Yang Yuanshan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said awkwardly:
"Battal Commander, isn't this kid's gun always stretched like this?
Just say whether you want it or not?
If you don't want it, I'll take it myself. "
"Yes! Why not!
Back then, we used to have an old slide as a treasure. This submachine gun is a little tight on the crotch, but it’s better than nothing! "
As Zhang Dabiao spoke, his face couldn't help but twitch.
If Yang Yuanshan was willing to give him dozens of 20-ring box cannons, he wouldn't want this junk!
(End of chapter)
