Yang Laoshuan was once an ordinary farmer. In his spare time, he could go hunting in the mountains to support his family. Later, when the Japanese invaders occupied Shanxi, Yang Laoshuan became a loner and an old guerrilla.

The cold wind in December blew through the Taihang Mountains, bringing a thin layer of snow. After the snow melted, the mountains looked even colder. On the rugged mountain road, Yang Laoshuan and the soldiers from the Wudong District team walked hard.

The biting north wind blew through the mountain road, picking up the withered yellow grass blades and flying into the distance until they hit a tree in the distance and scattered.

Pulsing... A pheasant seemed to be frightened and flew up from the grass not far away, adding a few quacking sounds.

"Whoosh...buzz..." A bamboo arrow flew out, and the bowstring trembled, but the pheasant flying south suddenly changed its direction and fell headfirst on the hillside. A closer look revealed that the bamboo arrow had penetrated

Pass by the body.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that when I go into the mountains to deliver things, I can also catch pheasants! Hey, it's still a rooster, how beautiful these feathers are!" A teenage boy ran out of the team to pick up the pheasants. The huge hunter

The bow was carried on the young man's back.

"Er Xi, your archery skills are good. We will have a good time tonight..." A soldier said with a smile.

"Tch! These are not captured on the battlefield, they are captured by me myself!" Yang Erxi looked displeased, and then ran to Lao Shuan with a playful face: "Uncle Lao Shuan, do you think you can get me this pheasant?"

A gun?" Er Xi looked forward to it.

"Pheasants can't be exchanged for bullets...but these things on our car can!" Yang Laoshuan pointed to the things on the wooden cart.

"Just these pieces of wood? Can they really be exchanged for bullets? It's just a gun butt, and you still expect them to be able to kill the little Japs?" Erxi's face was full of disbelief.

"You can't lie to us when your superiors say it, right? I heard that 1,000 of these butts can be exchanged for a machine gun. A machine gun is much better than this old Chuan in my hand!" Yang Laoshuan finished speaking and pointed.

He pointed at the Hanyang made in his hand and said.

"Hey, Uncle Lao Shuan, I handed over this pheasant to our district team. Can you let me play with this gun again?" Yang Erxi looked forward to it.

"Er Xizi, your archery skills are so good, why do you need a gun?" said a black man pushing a cart.

"Brother Hei Dan, my bamboo arrows only have pig iron arrowheads, but they can't pierce the little devil's skull, and they are useless at a distance! In a war, they are not as useful as the red tassel spear!" Erxizi said.

"Okay, your pheasant is collected by the district team. Lao Shuan, let Erxizi fight for yours for a while! Erxi, we agreed in advance not to shoot. Bullets are precious!" Captain Jin from the district team said.

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"Thank you, captain, hey, Uncle Lao Shuan, give it to me quickly!" Er Xizi stretched out his hand eagerly. Yang Laoshuan took the bow and arrow from Er Xizi and gave Er Xizi the Hanyang in his hand. The moment he took the bow and arrow,

Yang Laoshuan's expression was startled, and then he looked at Erxi with a doting look on his face as he raised his gun and took aim.

"Lao Shuan, are you thinking of Xiao Shuan and his wife again? Don't worry, the revenge of us fellow villagers will always be avenged!" Captain Jin said.

"You little devil, you still owe our village 39 lives... In this village, only me and Er Xi are left!" Yang Laoshuan said, looking at Er Xi who was bowing and raising his gun.

"Er Xi is also a strong man. He would rather have his pillow wet from crying at night than let us see his hatred!" Captain Jin said.

"How can you survive in this environment if you are not strong! Captain, we have made so many more gun butts this time, can we really exchange them for weapons?" Yang Laoshuan was also unsure about his feelings.

"Whether it's exchanged or not, this is what the organization needs! As long as it is handed over to the organization, it will help our team building! Besides, didn't we bring a railroad track? This is real

You can get a gun! Have you forgotten how you got your old rifle?" Captain Jin said.

"That's right...Captain, I got a rifle this time. Why don't you give Erxizi one? This kid has good eyesight and has learned how to shoot well. He's a good prospect!" Lao Shuan said.

"Let's see..." The captain doesn't want Erxi to have a gun in his hand, but he also knows that when a gun is in his hand on the battlefield, he will be the first target of the enemy's attack. Erxizi is only 15 years old this year and is still a child.

ah……

Going west along the Nanweiquan River, you will come to a place called Nanweiquan Village. Nanweiquan Village is located south of Xijing Town, and is now an exchange node for the Eighth Route Army Logistics Department.

When Yang Laoshuan and his party finally arrived at Nanweiquan Village, they found that the village was crowded with people, some of whom they knew very well and were comrades from the surrounding guerrillas.

If there are many people, you have to queue up. I didn’t mention this, but Yang Laoshuan and his party also lined up behind everyone.

"Ha, there are rails here! Everyone who has rails, come here, tell us your numbers, and hand over the rails!" Suddenly, a young man's voice rang out, causing a commotion among the many teams.

confusion.

"Hand over the railroad tracks? No more guns?" someone asked dissatisfied.

"Hey! What a bunch of ungrateful people..." The visitor said helplessly: "Who said I won't change your weapons? You've been carrying it all the way, aren't you tired? Hand it over first and I'll give you a sign.

Take it as proof, and then you can change it to whatever you want!"

"Oh, that's pretty much it..." So, in a flurry, about 20 rails were put together, and the queue suddenly shortened a lot. Captain Jin also had an extra small sign in his hand.

He recognized the word "rail" and the word "一" written with a brush. This meant that the sign was used as a railroad track in exchange for something.

"The rails are laid, who brought the gun butt? Do you have the gun butt? Come here and inspect it first!" The young voice rang again, but this time no one asked, but Qi Gu Nao'er

Everyone gathered around.

"Ahem, discipline, discipline!" The young man said helplessly: "Don't be anxious, everyone. Come one by one. No matter how many gun butts you bring, we have to see if they are good or bad first, right? The inspection is done.

Are you just going to take the cards and exchange them for something?"

As expected of those who fought with the main force in the siege battle, the young man said so. The captains of the numerous district squads and county brigade returned to their respective positions, leaving only one person waiting for quality inspection.

The quality inspection person is not one person, but several people conduct inspection together. And the people from these county brigade and district teams brought more or less gun butts, as many as a dozen, as few as three or five, and they were all inspected.

Registers were made one by one and license plates were issued.

"Hello, comrade! How many gun butts do you have here?" The young man's voice rang in Captain Jin's ears.

"Oh, hello, hello! I have... 288..." Captain Jin, who was feeling ashamed that he had made too many gun butts, could only say with a red face.

"So much? Congratulations! You don't know yet, right? Our demand for this gun stock is limited this time, only 6,000, and the exchange price is also the best! You have 288 here

, 100 of them can be exchanged for a new horse rifle!"
Chapter completed!