Chapter 85 Hedong Jie Changsheng appears as a saint
Wang Chengzhu walked into the warehouse courtyard.
Unlike in the past, when logistics soldiers carried the materials and delivered them, Wang Chengzhu's mission this time was of a certain confidentiality. Only fully trusted cadres were qualified to lead the "unloaders" into the warehouse for detailed inventory.
The chief of the munitions section led the way from the front left, introducing the distribution of warehouses.
Wang Chengzhu patted the right arm of the munitions section chief and said in a slightly impatient tone: "Comrade, I have a list of material requirements given by the regiment leader. It is getting dark now, so it is better to follow the priorities of this list and put it into storage first and copy the items written on the front.
.I will come to the warehouse often from now on, and I will have plenty of opportunities to get familiar with your territory."
"What's wrong with you, Comrade Wang Chengzhu, I'm not even forty years old this year, just call me comrade." The munitions section chief is from Yunzhou, and the hardships of life have left traces of time on his face. He is covered by a light blue and light gray military cap.
The hairline cannot cover the troublesome threads of gray and white flowers.
"Comrade, may I ask if this suggestion is feasible?"
"It's feasible, it's up to you. Come to the Munitions Section often from now on, our new regiment needs talents like you who can generate income."
"Then let's go to the room where the rifles and ammunition are stored first. The list says that one hundred and fifty Type 88 Han-made rifles with bayonets are urgently needed, as well as 20,000 rounds of 7957 round-head bullets." Wang Chengzhu borrowed the money.
In the deep blue embers of sunset, read out the content on the manuscript paper on the right.
The munitions section chief pointed to a room with a door and no windows on the left: "Comrade, go this way." Then he took out a key and opened the two exposed locks with the warehouse manager one after the other.
The warehouse manager removed the solid wood door bolt and pushed the door into the house amidst the squeaking sound of the wooden door hinge.
For safety reasons, the munitions section chief turned on the flashlight in his hand, stepped into the room and reminded Wang Chengzhu behind him: "Comrade, please pay attention to the threshold."
"Thank you, comrade, for reminding me!" Wang Chengzhu looked through the light beam pointing diagonally at the ground in front of him and noticed that the munitions section chief raised his knees and stepped across a brown stone threshold that was two fingers wide and half a foot high.
Wang Chengzhu followed step by step into the house and saw several rows of rifles placed side by side on triangular wooden stands. He picked up a shiny rifle and took a closer look. It turned out that it was not entirely the luster of maintenance oil, but also had been used for many years.
The patina.
In the dim room, Wang Chengzhu grasped the handguard and felt the barrel sheath at the muzzle, confirming that it was a Type 88 Chinese-made rifle. He held the butt of the gun with his right hand and used the light of the flashlight to look at the position of the bolt. "Well, this gun is old enough, why is it still here?" Wang Chengzhu raised his head and asked.
The chief of the munitions section noticed Wang Chengzhu lifting a long gun and was about to give some words of admonishment. However, he saw the latter holding the butt and lower handguard of the gun and playing with it as if to avoid suspicion. Seeing that Wang Chengzhu was sensible enough to ask, he took a closer look at the long gun.<
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"This is the old treasure of our regiment, with a gun age of forty years. The inscription of the Twenty-six Han Dynasty is not the twenty-sixth year of the Xinhai Yuan Dynasty (1937), but the twenty-sixth year of the Guangxu Period (1900). This rifle
, and there are six rods, which are extremely well adjusted and maintained, and can hit seven out of ten shots on a 400-meter target. The disadvantage is that when picking bullets, they are prone to jamming." The munitions section chief knows this very well.
"That's a weapon with a story." Wang Chengzhu praised, and then thought of business, "Comrade, where can I put the weapons I invited?"
The chief of the munitions section pointed to the bamboo-backed basket at the door: "Just put it here. It happens that tomorrow there will be arrangements to transfer these damaged firearm parts to the repair shop through the brigade headquarters. First, carry these baskets of junk out the door.
Make room to store Comrade Wang’s supplies.”
As he spoke, the munitions section chief and the warehouse manager squatted down one after another to pick up the bamboo-backed baskets and carry the heavy iron and wood junk out of the house. Wang Chengzhu casually picked up the bamboo-backed baskets and helped transfer the gun parts.
After a lot of work, Wang Chengzhu made room for the space and faced the rammed ground, revealing seven hundred neatly stacked kraft paper bags.
Just as he was about to change his position and find the oil paper gun bag, Wang Chengzhu thought of using the excuse of being enlightened by the God of Wealth. Suddenly he became playful and quietly threw a flash bomb at his feet.
"Bang...bang...bang..." In an instant, a dazzling and harsh light noise burst past. The room was only illuminated by a yellow and white beam of flashlight. How could it withstand this battle?
The instigator, Wang Chengzhu, closed his eyes early and suffered painless light damage just like the two comrades.
The munitions section chief and the warehouse manager were in a sealed room. They were unprepared for a moment and fell into tinnitus and dizziness for several minutes.
Wang Chengzhu held hands and led the two comrades outside the house.
It takes time for the body to recover naturally. Wang Chengzhu deliberately tried and added the two comrades to the team during the pulling process. After using two toys from the mysterious world on him, he felt his hands tighten and heard the comrade in charge of the warehouse exclaim: "
The Emperor Wu Caishen, the Immortal Emperor, appears as a saint!"
Wang Chengzhu thought to himself, is this a mistake?
After this dazzling incident, Wang Chengzhu and the two munitions department cadres finished taking inventory and handed over, and then left with the political commissar guards guarding the entrance of the hospital.
The rumors continued to develop and evolve over time. By the time the political commissar of the delegation came to Wang Chengzhu to verify the situation the next day, seven or eight versions of the flashbang incident in the munitions section warehouse had been spread with exaggeration.
"Comrade Wang Chengzhu, I heard that last night, when you went to unload the goods in the munitions department warehouse, you encountered the appearance of Wu Caishen?" The political commissar is an atheist, and he has an attitude of not believing in rumors and not spreading rumors about strange forces and gods.
"Comrade Political Commissar, that's impossible!" Wang Chengzhu explained, "There was only a flashlight in the room for illumination. I planned to bring out a lightsaber as a light source. My hand slipped and I used a flashlight by mistake.
But I quickly pulled the two comrades out of the house and released the abnormal state.
"I didn't make up this rumor by myself. I ask the two leaders to find out what's going on..." Wang Chengzhu defended with a look of fear on his face.