The starry sky at night is dotted with stars, and countless constellations are clearly identifiable.
Xu San sat on a deck chair in the yard, looking up at the familiar yet unfamiliar starry sky, and searching for the names of those constellations deep in his memory.
After a long time, he shook his head helplessly and stood up.
It was late at night, and all the women in the Xu family, big and small, had fallen into a deep sleep. The low chirping of insects came and went, weaving a beautiful serenade.
He stretched out, moved his waist, and slowly walked to the door of the warehouse.
Putting his right hand on the handle, he suddenly felt nervous.
It felt like opening the door to this room for the second time.
After taking a deep breath and praying to the gods and Buddhas in the sky, Xu San gently opened the door handle.
Still that white light,
The warehouse still looks the same, but there are a lot less things in it.
It turns out that those guns and ammunition were basically sent to the Eighth Route Army through the county brigade.
All that is left now are those things that are not in line with the times, such as the AK47 and the Bayi Bar.
Xu San has also enhanced several of these weapons, but none of them have the ability to automatically produce bullets.
Without this skill, ammunition supply would be a big problem, so he threw these guns aside.
I checked the warehouse carefully and found nothing new.
Although he was mentally prepared, he still sighed.
Sit down in front of the computer, turn on the computer, and prepare to replenish some ammunition for the county brigade.
Open the software and a new message appears on the screen: "You have a new purchase receipt that needs to be reviewed. Please enter the procurement management module for review in a timely manner."
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After seeing the news, Xu San felt a surge in his heart, knowing that what he wanted should have arrived.
I just don’t know which one it is.
Is it a walkie-talkie or a Katyusha?
Taking into account the work efficiency of Erhou Monkey, it is estimated that there should be one hundred sets of walkie-talkies.
Taking a deep breath, I clicked on the purchase order list.
A document to be reviewed is displayed alone in the list.
The order maker is Hua Xueliang, his own little accountant.
Seeing this familiar name, Xu San felt that he was connected to that peaceful era again.
I opened the purchase receipt list with trepidation, and the newly warehoused goods appeared in front of my eyes.
There are 100 ordinary walkie-talkies, five mid-range walkie-talkies, 113 hand-operated generators, and several common accessories for walkie-talkies.
The mouse slowly moved over the "Audit" button, paused, and then clicked the left button of the mouse without hesitation.
With a crisp sound of "pop", Xu San felt the familiar fluctuation again.
Holding on to the desk, he stood up slowly, then looked back at the row of familiar shelves.
I found a few neat rows of boxes on the shelves.
He walked over and picked up the unmarked paper box. It was a bit crude, but Xu San knew that it contained what the Eighth Route Army needed most at the moment.
Opening the box, you will find a simple walkie-talkie inside except for a charger and a manual.
I picked up the walkie-talkie and looked at it carefully. There was indeed no trademark on it.
Push the switch, and the battery level shows that there is still half.
After a simple test, the communication is normal.
Until now, Xu San finally felt relieved, but out of caution, he came to take apart the walkie-talkie.
Because the inside is the key.
Although the walkie-talkie is a very simple electronic device, the capacitors, inductors, and the motherboard may leave marks.
After taking it apart, Xu San directly cursed, "mbd, bad review!"
Just as Xu San was worried, the treatment inside was not clean.
Many components still have trademarks on them.
Fortunately, these electronic components are basically made in China. It is not difficult to remove the trademarks. It can basically be polished off with sandpaper.
I picked up the manual and looked at the communication distance, which was 10-25 kilometers.
Not bad, including the extension, it can cover an area of fifty or sixty kilometers in radius.
I walked back to the computer and checked the communication distance displayed by the system, and found that it was even longer than what was shown in the instruction manual.
15-32 kilometers.
I quickly found the extension machine and spent 500 oceans to strengthen the two machines to LV4, 60-86 kilometers.
I took out a notebook, drew a few circles on it, and calculated the area that the two mid-range cameras could cover.
As you draw, mark important strongholds and high ground.
After just drawing for a while, a piece of white paper was already covered with messy drawings.
He sighed and stopped drawing.
Xu San felt that he really had no commanding talent. After a while, his head became as messed up as a pot of porridge.
I put down my pen, turned around, took out 20 sets of walkie-talkies, and walked out of the warehouse.
In the main room and bedroom, Xu San lit up the kerosene lamp, and after turning it a little brighter, he began to polish the trademark.
The tools are not handy and the polishing progress is a bit slow.
After an hour of hard work, one was finally processed.
Rubbing her aching eyes, she found that Sister Hua had gotten up for some reason and was looking at her curiously next to her.
Looking at Sister Hua, Xu San smiled sheepishly, "Did I disturb you?"
"No, what are you doing?" Sister Hua looked at the walkie-talkie in Xu San's hand, thought for a moment, and asked, "This is the walkie-talkie we use, right?"
Xu San put down the tool in his hand, "Yes, although the outer shell is different, the contents inside are similar."
Sister Hua counted the boxes on the table, "Are they all that many?"
"They are all, these are newly obtained and are going to be given to the boss." Then, Xu San briefly explained the contents of the "Battle Preparation Order".
After finishing speaking, Xu San turned on another intercom and continued polishing the trademark.
After a long while, Sister Hua said slowly, "Is this going to be a big war?"
"Well, if there is a war, then the whole Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei region will become lively."
"Then what can we do?"
"Obey orders, spy on intelligence, and pay attention to confidentiality."
Sister Hua nodded, looked at Xu San's careful movements, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"
Regarding Sister Hua, Xu San was still relieved, so he didn't hide anything. "Off the mark on it, this way, some secrets can be prevented from being leaked."
Looking at the pile of boxes on the table, Sister Hua tentatively asked, "What can I do?"
He stopped what he was doing and thought for a moment, "Yes, this is very simple, just pay attention to your movements and be gentle." As he spoke, Xu San moved his stool and made a place for Sister Hua.
Picking up a new walkie-talkie, Xu San explained to Sister Hua from the beginning, how to deal with this seemingly delicate, but actually very simple task, there is not much difficulty.
Because of experience, the second walkie-talkie was processed much faster than the first one. It was completed in about half an hour.
(End of chapter)
