Chapter 678 It takes no effort to get it (1) [Repayment 5/70]
It was night, about half past eleven in the evening.
By now, except for the necessary night watchmen on the position on the north side of Songzi Mountain, everyone else who had worked hard all day had naturally gone to bed long ago.
Many child soldiers were too exhausted physically and mentally.
So much so that he was snoring heavily in his mouth now.
It's just that according to Lao Fang and others, the unfathomable "Brother of Unification" Hu Biao, as well as other members of the Zhongzhou Team, have not been able to sleep at such a time.
The reason is simple. Under the current thriving training scene of the supplementary team, there are still many problems.
Everyone was smoking "Lao Dao", "Hardman" and other cigarettes bought from unknown sources.
While listening to the big lie, the special supplies buyer of this team talked about some recent situations:
"For the New Eighth Army and the 71st Army around Songshan, I have either had a drink or played cards several times with their logistics officers in the past few days.
However, these grandchildren should know that we have money on hand now, so the price is like killing a pig.
It is said that because the situation has been too chaotic recently, many copycats are buying guns for self-protection, which has caused the price of weapons to skyrocket. Therefore, a second-hand Czech light machine gun actually costs me 800 yuan, and bullets and other items need to be calculated separately.
money.
Damn it! Isn’t this price for killing a pig?
No matter how much money I have, I can’t bring it back, and I can’t afford to take advantage of these vampires; we are also in the military rank, and we have to pay for some weapons. Isn’t this nonsense?”
Under such a statement, Hu Biao couldn't help but frowned heavily.
The biggest problem facing the Zhongzhou team now is actually not that the weapons are too bad and not suitable for use by child soldiers...
But if you keep training at such an intensity, you won’t even have enough bullets anymore.
The training of the supplementary group has only started for a week.
Among the child soldiers, as long as they are over 13 years old and have a somewhat expanded body, their marksmanship has actually improved considerably.
The improvement in the problem is completely based on the consumption of a large number of bullets, which are piled up little by little.
According to the latest report from the swordsman, even if the replenishment group keeps asking for supplies from their superiors, Lao Fang and the others have used connections to help get some.
But now the remaining bullet reserves in the logistics warehouse are barely enough to carry out a high-intensity battle.
Therefore, if there is no way to find more bullets to replenish it, the shooting training of the child soldiers and team rookies will be stopped immediately.
The key problem is that the surrounding friendly army logistics departments now regard Hu Tuanzuo of the supplementary regiment as a super scapegoat. The butcher's knife is sharpened to a sharp point, just waiting for Hu Biao to come to the door and kill him.
The Central Continent team has never taken advantage of them and has suffered a loss. How can they bear such aggrievedness?
No! After hearing the big liar, everyone started cursing.
But this thing, cursing has no effect.
In the end, it was almost 12 o'clock in the evening. Hu Biao, who was thinking about many things to do tomorrow, could only make an aggrieved decision:
"It's hard to make money, and it's hard to eat food. It's not shameful to take a little anger just to fight the Japanese.
Let's do this. I'm a big liar. You can go to other military stations tomorrow to see if there are cheaper bullets. If there are cheaper bullets, it will be better. If not, you should buy a batch of bullets and come back the day after tomorrow.
As for weapons, Lao Fang and the others promised to help, but it will take half a month to deploy, so we can only wait and pay some price."
Under Hu Biao's statement, the big fool nodded and agreed, and no one else had any objections.
In this way, except for a small number of people who continued to keep vigil and those who were digging the passage in the mountainside, the rest of the people went for a necessary walk before going to bed with a hint of depression.
What's going on?
Of course, before going to bed, I went to the simple shacks of the child soldiers.
The tattered blankets and quilts that had been kicked away were covered again. In places like Western Yunnan, it was sometimes a bit cold in the middle of the night.
It's just that in the Central Continent Team, even after these guys fell asleep, they didn't know what they thought of, so they cursed a few words in their sleep.
Corn moss
Little did they know that some huge changes had already taken place, which would immediately perfectly solve the biggest problems they were facing now.
It's a bit like "you can't find anything even if you wear iron shoes, but it doesn't take any effort to get there".
The above huge changes started at Uncle Sam's house in North America a few days ago.
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July 9, 6:35 in the morning.
In the North American continent, California, in a two-story residential building in the suburbs of the famous city of Los Angeles Airport.
The young housewife Emily, like a roaring lioness, roared at her three children while preparing a simple breakfast:
"Edel, Simon, Jessica, if you three continue to drag your feet and miss the school bus, be careful. I will come back from get off work in the evening and I will give you a good meal."
Amidst such shouts and curses, the children who were wandering around in their respective rooms finally speeded up their hands a little, finished washing, changed into their school uniforms, and came to sit down at the dining table.
After all, their mother, Ms. Emily's feather duster, was really painful when whipped.
In fact, Emily didn't want to be so rude to her children; she loved this family and her three children very much, but she just had no other choice.
You know, Uncle Sam's family, which was so awesome during World War II, had a population of 140 million at the end of the war.
There are almost 20 million people, who have joined the army, navy and air force of the army.
As a result, almost all men of the right age joined the army.
Emily's family also encountered the same situation; her husband Anderson, who is three years older than her and is now 35 years old, is currently serving in the 29th Infantry Division in the Europa region.
The specific position is sergeant major of a certain infantry company.
It is precisely because of this reason that Emily, who is now staying at home in Los Angeles, in addition to taking care of her three children, also needs to drive rivets on the P51 Mustang fighter jet at an aircraft manufacturing plant in Los Angeles.
There is no way! Now that all the men have gone to fight, only local women can go to work in factories.
In this way, Emily developed a relatively rough style of speaking and acting.
Finally, after watching the three little ones at home board the school bus to school, Emily, who had hastily eaten breakfast, hurriedly drove her own Ford sedan, which was quite a few years old, to the bus which was more than ten kilometers away.
aircraft factory outside.
Thanks to the fact that there was no traffic jam along the way today, when Emily arrived at the factory floor, she still had ten minutes to go before officially going to work.
Therefore, we can see a group of co-workers, who are also women, looking at something.
Without saying a word, he looked quite entranced.
"Brother Su, what on earth are these bitches looking at? No one is talking?" With this thought in mind, Emily squeezed in directly with her big body.
Then you can see the woman Linda, holding a copy of the New York Times in her hand and reading intently.
After leaning my head to take a look, I only took a few glances before all my attention was attracted by the pictures and related content above.
The content is about a mysterious Eastern country.
In order to fight the dwarfs who attacked Pearl Harbor and defend their own Guo Jia, a group of children picked up tattered weapons and fought.
In particular, I saw a 9-year-old child named Zhang Quandan holding a rifle that was taller than him.
With tears, fear, anger and other complex expressions on her face, when she bravely pulled the gun bolt, in an instant, Emily was hit in the softest place in her heart.
Because, he was still a child.
In contrast, her eldest son Edel, who is also the same age, still complains every day that the school lunch is not delicious and that he is not allowed to join the school baseball team.
Instinctively, Emily knew that she must do something for these children.
During her lunch break, Emily wrote an urgent airmail letter to the New York Times. In addition to many fierce words, it also included a remittance order for $10.
And in this aircraft factory, Emily is definitely not the only one who does this...