The two leaders stared blankly at Wang Chengzhu and the pieces of meat placed next to him for more than ten seconds. The leader's subjective consciousness came to his senses before the political commissar. He asked: "Comrade Wang Chengzhu, these are all things you just embodied.
?Is there anything uncomfortable in your body?"
Wang Chengzhu was a little touched when he heard the political commissar and regimental leader asking about his physical condition continuously. When the two leaders saw the items appearing out of thin air, they actually asked him if the instigator was feeling uncomfortable in any way. In the fairy tale, the fisherman and the goldfish
The old woman in the tinder box, the soldier in the tinderbox, etc., have probably started asking him to spit out pieces of meat.
Wang Chengzhu was moved and answered the group leader's question: "Report to the group leader, these are the pieces of meat you just instructed me to reappear." He rubbed off the grease on the inside of the hem of his clothes with his left hand, raised it up and scratched the hair on the back of his head, smiling innocently.
He said, "I don't have any physical discomfort, please don't worry, Chief."
The conversation between the regiment leader and Wang Chengzhu drifted into the ears of the political commissar. The political commissar, who felt as if the regiment leader had been standing on the kang just now, put down his legs and kicked up the cloth shoes beside the kang. He stood up, called a guard outside the door, and looked at
The guard who trotted into the room said: "Go find the cook and come to the captain's room. I have something to explain to him."
The guard saluted and said yes, turned around and trotted out to find the cook. As the guard next to the leader, he was a veteran who had participated in three counter-encirclement and suppression campaigns with the regiment leader, so he knew how to forget secrets.
Soon, the regiment leader's security guard led the regiment's cook squad leader into the yard and shouted a report outside the regiment leader's house. After receiving permission to enter, he opened the curtain and entered the house. The cook squad leader followed him into the room where the regiment leader lived and worked.
The regiment leader and the political commissar sat on the edge of the kang. The regiment leader pulled Wang Chengzhu and sat together. He moved the pieces of meat on the kang table and placed them on the bench, and the three of them talked happily.
When the regiment leader saw the cook coming, he said to the two people standing at the door on the right: "Comrade cook, come and move these six lumps of meat to the canteen, and add some food to the regiment comrades at noon. Guard
Help the master and deliver the things to the canteen."
After the two men put four lumps of meat into the cook's apron, the guard took a piece of meat in each hand and left the regimental leader's room and walked towards the regimental canteen.
The regimental leader showed an amiable smile, looked at Wang Chengzhu and asked: "Comrade Wang Chengzhu, you just said that you can conjure... a hundred tons of meat. Is it true?"
Wang Chengzhu patted his chest and gave a guarantee to the group leader: "Report to the group leader, it's true." He added with a look of embarrassment, "But a piece of meat weighs four kilograms, 50,000 pieces of meat would take up a lot of space, and the costumes would cost thousands."
Stacked baskets with bamboo backs."
When the regiment leader heard Wang Chengzhu's answer, the smile on his face became even thicker: "Chengzhu, you don't need to worry about this. We can transport these supplies to the brigade headquarters and division headquarters in batches. Your job is to put them in the bamboo baskets."
Put meat."
The political commissar also helped: "Chengzhu, don't have any psychological burden. If you have anything that can be manifested, just show it to us. Your Laushi system is really a source of blessing for us!"
Wang Chengzhu looked at the smiles on the faces of the two chiefs in front of him and felt a little uneasy. It would not be a big deal if Ji materialized thick pieces of meat as food. But if Ji materialized weapons and ammunition, would this cause a stir in the chief's room?
Unnecessary trouble.
Wang Chengzhu opened his mouth periodically: "That... political commissar... and the regiment leader, I..."
The regiment leader hated it when his subordinates spoke rudely, so he said straightforwardly: "Comrade Wang Chengzhu, don't have any worries, you are a good comrade. If you have anything that can improve the regiment's combat effectiveness, just bring it out. The political commissar and I are your solid supporters."
Back it up and put your heart back in your belly."
Wang Chengzhu suddenly felt anxious and took out the courage he had used to do tricks with meat. He bent down and picked up two brown paper packages from between his feet. He handed them to each of the regiment leader and political commissar and said, "Comrade regiment leader and political commissar, this is
Please take it apart and take a look at the bullet blind box I mentioned!"
The regiment leader and political commissar picked up the calculator they used to poke the wicks of oil lamps at night, gently opened the folded brown paper and saw six rows of bullets in two brown paper bags.
Facing the sunshine outside the window, I looked at the etched numbers on the primer position. The one in the leader’s hand was LAPUA .308WIN, and the one in the political commissar’s hand was Taiqiu 24.7.1
The political commissar asked Wang Chengzhu in confusion: "Comrade Wang Chengzhu, the outer packaging of these two packs of bullets does not look exactly the same, but they are completely identical. Why are the calibers and models of the bullets inside completely different?"
Wang Chengzhu bent down with a wry smile and picked up a brown paper bag from between his feet. He took the bamboo chip handed over by the political commissar, opened the envelope and showed it to the political commissar: "Comrade political commissar, the name of this ammunition bag is 'randomly opened'
The ammunition blind box', you can only know what type of bullet you got after opening it." Handing over thirty rounds of 9mm pistol ammunition, "The .308 inches opened by the regiment leader is 7.82mm when converted to metric, which is the same as the 7.92x57 in the hands of the political commissar.
mm rifle bullets are about the same. The one I just fired is a 9 mm pistol bullet, and the random range is outrageous. It belongs to Wanguo brand weapons and ammunition.
"There is also something called 'open the oil paper bag to get a random gun' that has not been taken out. You can guess what it is from the name."
When the regiment leader heard that there were rifles, he immediately became interested and asked Wang Chengzhu to bring one out to play with.
Hearing this request, Wang Chengzhu's head swelled and he hurriedly begged for mercy: "My comrade leader, this is in your room. It's no big deal to take out a few bags of bullets." As he spoke, he looked at the political commissar and winked.
"A few rifles were carried out from the living room. This person saw it. How can you explain it clearly?"
The political commissar felt that what Wang Chengzhu said was reasonable, but he was also interested in the random rifle bag. He patted his partner's hand and persuaded: "Old Ding, Comrade Wang Chengzhu said that it is difficult to explain in the house, why don't you go outside and have a look in the yard?
?"
Wang Chengzhu opened his mouth, not knowing how to persuade the two leaders to give up their minds.
The regiment leader borrowed the donkey from the slope and said casually: "Comrade Political Commissar is right. Chengzhu, let's go to the yard to bask in the sun. By the way, bring out ten packs of rifles for the two of us and see what happens to this random situation!"
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Wang Chengzhu couldn't resist the political commissar of the regiment, so he had to watch the two leaders hook up their heels and walk out of the house, quickly following them to the yard.
Looking at the yard, the eyes of the first and second leaders of the new regiment were staring directly at him. Wang Chengzhu felt a little frightened. He opened his bow without looking back. Since he had already spoken out in front of the leader, he behaved coquettishly and did not look like an old man.
Warriors may be more likely to reveal their true nature.
"Clatter, crash..." There was a soft sound, and a small mountain of oil-paper bags piled up on Wang Chengzhu's shoes. Ten packages of 1.45-meter flat oil-paper bags were scattered on the ground between the three of them as Wang Chengzhu took a step back.
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Note 1: The characters on the outer ring of the bullet primer indicate the manufacturer, production time, ammunition caliber and magnification, etc. LAPUA .308WIN represents the .308 Winchester rifle cartridge produced by Lapp Company; Taiqiu 24.7 represents Taiyuan Arsenal in July 1935
Produced 7.92x57mm rifle ammunition.
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