After a night of silence, Zhou Yang got up early the next morning and rushed to the brigade headquarters with Fan Debiao and Liu Yunlong!

Today we have to go to the village to pick up equipment, and Zhou Yang has to go with him!

In addition, according to requirements, both he and Li Youwei have to participate in training.

But Zhou Yang is too busy with work and will definitely not have time to participate!

And Li Youwei was pregnant, and Zhou Yang didn't want her to participate in training, so he had to ask the team for a leave of absence.

When Zhou Yang and others arrived at the brigade headquarters, they saw that the courtyard was already crowded with people, including men and women aged 16 to 60 from the whole village.

Then Wang Ping, the village party secretary, began to form a team, one for male comrades and one for female comrades.

Then start calling the names one by one according to the roster!

When he read Li Youwei's name, Zhou Yang immediately asked for leave for her.

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The roll call was soon completed. Except for Li Youwei, only Feng Liujin's wife, who was seriously ill, did not come to participate in the training. One by one, everyone else in the village came.

I have no choice but to come!

Militia training is a hard task from above, which not only requires qualified people to participate in training, but also requires assessment from above.

They even occasionally organize militia competitions and swearing-in meetings. It will be clear at a glance whether they have trained seriously or not.

So over the years, everyone has become accustomed to it.

Later, Wang Ping arranged the task, and the male comrades drove the carriage to the commune to collect weapons and equipment!

The lesbians went to the warehouse to get shovels and pickaxes, then went to the east end of the village to level the ground and clear out the training ground.

Since Wang Ping had other things to do in the morning, the matter of getting the equipment was left to Zhou Yang.

After the team was assembled, Zhou Yang immediately led the commune members to drive the mules and carriages, and lined up to rush to the commune headquarters.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the team finally arrived in the town!

After arriving at the commune compound, Zhou Yang asked his uncle Li Jianguo to lead people to wait in the courtyard while he went to the commune to find the comrade in charge of firearms management.

Since Wang Ping had already typed up the report yesterday, with the approval document in hand, the comrades from the firearms management unit happily took Zhou Yang and others to the firearms warehouse located in the backyard of the commune.

When Zhou Yang and others arrived at the firearms warehouse, they were immediately shocked by the scene in front of them.

I saw a row of houses in the backyard, all with big red letters such as "Military Restricted Area" written on them. Obviously, all the weapons stored here were ordnance.

However, in Zhou Yang's opinion, the management of this armory is quite lax, and there are almost no safety protection facilities.

Although most warehouses are equipped with simple anti-theft nets, these anti-theft nets are all made of iron wire and are already rusty. They can be pulled off with a simple tug.

There are even warehouse doors that have long since rotted and opened holes, and are then nailed with broken wooden boards so that they can be kicked open with just one kick.

The most important thing is that there is no one on duty in such an important place. The only person on duty is probably the big yellow dog squatting in the corner.

Good guy, if one day someone crawls in and steals some arms, I'm afraid no one will know.

The person responsible for distributing equipment to them is an old comrade in his sixties. Judging from his temperament, he must have been a soldier!

While he was unlocking the door, Zhou Yang asked curiously: "Old comrade, is there usually no one guarding our place?"

"No!"

"Aren't you afraid that these weapons and equipment will be stolen?" Zhou Yang said.

"Who stole this thing? There is no war these days!"

Then the old comrade said again: "Besides, there is no need to steal this thing here, there is no village without one!"

After hearing this, Zhou Yang remembered that in this era, there were no restrictions on private ownership of guns in China.

Not only are all communes and brigades equipped with armories, but many ordinary people also have guns in their homes.

It was not until the 1990s, in view of the gradual easing of the international situation and the slim possibility of a full-scale war, that the country began to comprehensively ban guns.

It also confiscated guns from governments, businesses and security organizations on a large scale, and only allowed a small number of armed government departments to possess guns.

In such an environment, no one would come here to steal a gun!

Soon, the rusty lock on the armory door was opened!

"Squeak!"

After a harsh sound of the door shaft turning, the door that had been covered in dust for an unknown amount of time was pushed open.

The moment the door was opened, Zhou Yang was stunned again.

Inside the huge warehouse, all the walls were lined with wooden shelves painted in maroon, and all kinds of firearms were displayed on these shelves.

They are so densely packed that there are at least six or seven hundred branches.

On the ground were machine guns and even a row of mortars.

Although I didn't see any ammunition, I think they were kept separately.

But even so, it’s still shocking!

"There are all these old junk things here. Except for the 56 and a half, the rest are either Sanba Gai or Garand. There are also older ones made in Hanyang. Take your pick!" said the old comrade.

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Zhou Yang nodded and said: "There are 360 ​​people in our village participating in the training this year. Whichever gun you think has enough quantity, we will have the same one!"

"Hanyang makes the most here, but this old gun doesn't have much ammunition. Each gun should have less than 30 rounds of ammunition!"

"30 rounds are enough!" Zhou Yang said.

"Okay, then you can take 300 Hanyang-made rifles, another 20 56-and-a-half pieces, and eight machine guns!"

Then the old comrade continued: "As for the mortar, it doesn't matter whether you can hold it or not. That thing is very heavy. Carrying it for training is too tiring!"

"Okay, just do as you say!"

"Then let's count the number of firearms and finally take you to collect the ammunition!"

"good!"

After struggling for nearly an hour, I finally counted all the hundreds of firearms.

Zhou Yang then asked the militiamen to come in and receive guns, two for each person.

Then, everyone, led by old comrades, went to another large warehouse to collect ammunition.

Perhaps because the ammunition is worried about getting wet, the house here is much tighter.

Then, everyone pulled more than a dozen boxes of bullets from inside, and also pulled many wooden handle grenades.

In addition to these, Zhou Yang also pulled a cart of armed forces back from the commune.

Otherwise, we would have to ask the members to find strips of cloth and rope themselves when we go back, which would be too troublesome.

After getting all the weapons, equipment and ammunition, Zhou Yang signed for his old comrades and then led the militia team out of the commune.

It has to be said that a man relies on clothes, a horse relies on a saddle, and the guns on his back finally look like an army.

If these people were like guerrillas when they came here, now they are at least a ragtag army.

In this way, the team marched towards Babaoliang Village in a mighty manner.

Near noon, the team finally returned to the brigade headquarters.

After returning, Zhou Yang explained the situation to Wang Ping, and then unloaded all weapons, equipment and ammunition into the conference room next to the brigade headquarters.

To be on the safe side, Zhou Yang specially sent his uncle, Cui Jinjin and others to take turns guarding these firearms and ammunition to prevent them from being lost.

At this time, the lesbians also leveled the training ground outside the village.

Everything is ready for the militia training in Babaoliang Village, just waiting to start tomorrow!

After the endless coma, Shi Yu suddenly stood up from the bed.

He took a deep breath of fresh air, his chest trembling.

Confused, confused, and all kinds of emotions came to my mind.

Where is this?

Afterwards, Shi Yu subconsciously looked around and became even more confused.

A single dorm?

Even if he was successfully rescued, he should be in the ward now.

And my own body...how could I not have any injuries at all?

With doubts, Shi Yu's eyes quickly swept across the room, and finally his eyes rested on a mirror beside the bed.

The mirror showed his current appearance. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he looked very handsome.

But the problem is, this is not him!

My previous self was a handsome young man in his twenties who had been working for a while.

And now, no matter how you look, this appearance is that of a high school student...
To be continued...