The short and fat quarantine officer saw Li Moyang's military rank above the command, stood up immediately, saluted in fear, and then took the command with trembling hands, looked carefully, and said, "Thank you, sir, for visiting. What equipment do you need, I'll do it right away. Go and take it out.”

Li Moyang turned around and looked at the soldiers in the team, and then said, "You line up and report the equipment you are good at using one by one. If there is inventory in the warehouse, the quarconian will give it to you. If not, then what is the use , Once the weapons are collected, we will come to the temporary command center to gather,"

After saying that, he left. The short and fat man nodded and looked at Li Moyang's leaving back and said, "You go slowly, come often in the future." But his mind was muttering: Heavenly Lingling, Earth Lingling, such a plague god will never be there again. Don't come.

The soldiers were excited when they heard this. They were tired of using the 95 automatic rifle. It was rare to have this good opportunity to try new weapons. They were eager to try it for a while. If it weren't for the advance order and lined up to collect it, the soldiers would probably be rushing around now. Punch it up.

The first one turned out to be Leping, another sniper in the team. As soon as he opened his mouth, Li Jianrui could hear it.

"Is there any Barrett?" Leping asked eagerly at the short and fat man.

That expression was like looking at the mother-in-law and asking, "Can you marry your daughter to me?"

The short and fat man felt scared when he looked at that look, for fear that Leping would have any super friendly feelings for him.

When the short and fat man heard Le Ping's question, his face collapsed. He sighed and said in a tone of regret: "The young man nowadays is Barrett, my little nephew in junior high school is like this. , You are so ignorant, no,"

Leping is not happy anymore. He is going to perform a secret mission anyway. Following the National Security Bureau's colonel, he doesn't even care about it, let alone the company commander, even the battalion commander of the training camp: "Our commander said, pick it My most advantageous weapon, why? Seeing that our commander is not here, I plan to deduct military supplies,"

Although the short and fat man didn't intend to deduct anything, he just wanted to send all the teams following the plague god in front of him away, but when he heard Le Ping's speech so badly, he was not polite: "Boy, it's not that I look down on you, you have used Ba Is Ray? I guess you are just like my little nephew. You used it when playing games, cut it,"

After saying that, he looked at Leping with disdain.

It really made the short fat man say that Leping is not even as good as Li Jianrui. At least Li Jianrui has really used Barrett and has broken several people.

Leping's face turned red, but he knew that it was impossible to have this thing: "Then take out any good guns," he said, and slapped the table at the door of the warehouse with a "bang".

Wu Guoyun stood in front of Li Jianrui and shook his head secretly.

Li Jianrui asked quietly: "Wu Guoyun, why are you shaking your head?"

"Hehe, I think this is a dead child," Wu Guoyun laughed in a low voice and said a vicious curse.

I saw the short and fat man turn around and pull out a Type 88 sniper rifle in the warehouse and throw it on the table, with a look of love or not.

Leping looked at it and asked, "Where is the bullet," he said, "Just put on the bullet,"

“How much do you want,”

"Five hundred hairs,"

"My day, do you use it as a meal or use it for temporary training, limited to 200 pieces,"

"Then two hundred times,"

The short and fat man turned around and turned out two paper boxes and threw them on the table without raising his eyes, as if he was too lazy to look at Leping.

Leping picked up two boxes of bullets from the table, looked at it, it was a machine gun bullet of 5.8mm, put it in his backpack, and then said, "A set of other equipment is available,"

This time, the short and fat man entered the warehouse, but he didn't come out so quickly. Everyone waited for a long time, and the formation began to become a little scattered. Many soldiers poked their heads or turned sideways to see what the short and fat man was doing in the warehouse. ghost.

Finally, the short and fat man walked out with his hands and lifted the box onto the table with force.

He pointed to the box and said, "First line up to take away these commonly used equipment. If you have special requirements, then queue up again."

Leping stood in the front and saw the things in the box divided into several parts, with QSG92 pistols piled up in the east.

This is the most closest international level among Chinese pistols. It can fire domestic DAP nine-mm bullets and the world-renowned Barabirom bullets. The total gun weighs about one and a half pounds, and uses fifteen double-row rounds of ammunition supply. The magazine, when using domestic DAP nine-mm bullets, even surpassed the German-made Baraberom bullets.

There are paper boxes piled up on the west side, and it is estimated that there are DAP nine-mm bullets inside.

Seeing Leping reaching out to take the bullets, the fat man pointed to the pile of paper boxes: "Same, limited to two hundred rounds,"

There were piles of stainless steel boxes piled up to the south, military green paint, and the words vitamins highlighted on the lid. Leping looked at it and found that there were only seven boxes, needless to say, one box for each person.

In the north, first aid items were piled with water bags, and the transparent bag contained military gauze, military alcohol, military augmentation agent, and military water purifier.

Leping picked it up, looked at the weird label inside with light piled up, and asked, "Why do each start with 'military'?"

The short and fat man gave him a blank look, pretended not to hear it, and he bent with the finger of his right hand and began to dig his ears.

The soldiers behind were impatient: "Okay, have you got the things and leave quickly."

Leping turned his head and looked at the warrior behind him. He was about to say a few words, but when he saw that the six people behind him were looking at him, and his eyes were not good, he left with the things.

In the team, Zheng Jingang smiled and gloated: "This dead child offended everyone before he even set off."

The three attacking experts, including Zheng Jingang, had no special requirements. They just received the suit and asked if there were any grenades or something. The answer was no, so they received two hundred more 5.8mm rifles. bullet.

Language expert, a Sichuanese, is short and has a big face. Li Jianrui probably is a person who speaks local dialects. Such people are particularly important in the infiltration process of enemy areas. Unexpectedly, they will be sent to participate in field training, but they will be carefully considered. I immediately understood that if such a professional stays in the military region, it is probably nothing. I guess he will forget all languages ​​after a long time. This is normal. Except for the native language, other languages ​​that are generally learned halfway through the road will be lost. The language environment will soon be forgotten. Just like Li Jianrui now, after leaving school, I guess I will only know twenty-six English letters.

Wu Guoyun has many requirements: "Is there a C4? Oh, and you also need a detonator,"

The short fat man looked up at him: "You are responsible for blasting,"

Wu Guoyun nodded quickly: "Yes, I know a little bit,"

"What a pity, there is no such weapon of great destruction here," said the short fat man.
Chapter completed!