Chapter 35 Riding the Threshold to Grind the Basket
"How did you become the battalion deputy?"
In the private house in Xiaowangzhuang, Xu Ruifeng sat in front of the hospital bed and looked at Wang Ming and the second battalion commander who were lying on the bed. After the treatment of the old kite, the second battalion commander had no major problems, but Wang Ming's wound was extremely red and swollen and his whole body was hot.
Sometimes he would even say a few nonsense words.
At this juncture, the battalion deputy came and wanted to borrow Xu Jiulong.
Logically speaking, the battalion deputy was an official, so he could just transfer someone and be done with it. But after Xu Ruifeng came back from the woods and brought back a complete set of Japanese special forces equipment, the battalion deputy changed his attitude.
As soon as he entered the house, he stopped talking and chatted with Lao Xu.
Then Lao Xu had to accompany him. The second battalion commander was nagging him about Wang Ming's injury, and then the second battalion commander was nagging Xu Ruifeng himself. After nagging them again and again, both of them were a little dry. In order not to
To make the situation look awkward, Xu Ruifeng asked the second battalion deputy this question.
"Ah, I was originally a student, a college student. When I joined the party, I was promoted to a battalion commander because of my cultural level. Later, I failed to live up to my expectations. I really didn't know how to fight. I didn't even lead troops to the front line once, so I was demoted to a battalion deputy. I was beaten by others.
Help. We know in our hearts that the commander of the regiment does not allow me to be the military commander because he is protecting us because he is afraid that I will lose my life inexplicably and lead my brothers to death."
This battalion deputy is quite self-aware. No wonder Xu Ruifeng rose so quickly after arriving at the second battalion and no one made it difficult for him.
Xu Ruifeng, who had a white cloth around his arm, smiled and nodded: "Is there something wrong with you coming here this time?"
Only then did the battalion deputy remember the purpose of his trip, and whispered beside Lao Xu: "We have a big guy in our camp, and I want Xu Jiulong to come with me to find out what he is."
Big guy?
tank?
Armored vehicle?
Lao Xu stood up and said, "Let's go and take a look."
As soon as he got up, Wang Ming, who was still lying on the hospital bed in a coma, said a very clear sentence: "Master! My wife and children are still in the Northeast, you have to help me!"
For a moment, everyone in the entire interleaving team turned their heads and looked at Wang Ming on the hospital bed.
The old people here all know that Wang Ming has a sweetheart who is pregnant in Harbin. After having a child, Xu Ruifeng understands this mood better. He promised softly: "Don't worry." After that, he waved to the deputy of the second battalion,
The group of people walked out of the small courtyard.
The second battalion deputy and others went straight to the battalion headquarters and entered the house. A completely black gun barrel came into view.
Not to mention, it’s not surprising that no one knows this thing, because this is not an Italian gun at all.
It is a 1897 75MM caliber cannon produced in France. This gun has a history of more than 40 years and has the ability to fire twice a minute. Of course, this rapid fire ability refers to 40 years ago.
Not now.
After this gun was produced, it quickly sold well all over the world. In that era when the whole world was researching guns, many countries stamped their own country's steel seal on this gun to show off their strength. Therefore, it was sold to Italian guns.
It was printed with Italian characters. Cannons sold to Germany would be printed with German characters.
Xu Ruifeng knew this cannon not because he was well-informed, but because the head of Tianwangshan robbed an American antique weapons dealer. The weapons dealer had an album with the shape of this gun in it. That year
Xu Ruifeng, who was 2 months old, had never met a foreigner, let alone a foreigner who could speak Chinese, so he chatted with this foreigner every day. After going back and forth, the foreigner became unguarded against the child and began to tell him the history of the development of weapons around the world.
When Lao Xu came here and said something, the eyes of the Second Battalion Deputy's eyes shone brightly and he quickly asked: "How is the power?"
"Would you know if you try it?"
Facing Xu Ruifeng's words, the deputy of the Second Battalion smiled and gave the facts: "How can we try it? Artillery shells are very valuable. In our capture this time, the Japanese army only brought two boxes of artillery shells."
While he was talking, the second battalion commander opened the shell box on the side. A box of five shells were spaced apart and packed in the ammunition box. It looked as exquisite as a gift to someone.
Xu Ruifeng looked at it for a long time: "Batalion deputy, how can the Japanese use artillery that has been obsolete for forty years? Aren't their weapons and equipment always quite advanced?"
"That's what happened."
The battalion deputy swallowed: "Originally, the weapons and equipment of the Japanese army were indeed very advanced. But after the Battle of Shanghai, when the Japanese army attacked Nanjing, they began to mobilize manpower and equipment from various places. Slowly, Taiyuan's
Weapons, equipment and elites were transferred to Nanjing, and these items were taken out of the confiscated warehouses."
"In the confiscated warehouse?"
"Yes." The battalion deputy continued: "The principal's troops are very complex. They are divided into many systems. Each system has different strengths and uses different weapons and equipment."
"Actually, it's almost like a warlord under the same flag."
"So, this kind of old artillery that you have talked about for more than 40 years still has a market here... In fact, many countries will sell their obsolete weapons to areas with poor economic levels. Since you are
Those who come from the Northeast must also know that the Soviet Union will often sell obsolete equipment to our country."
This sentence reminded Xu Ruifeng of Chekov.
Turning his head, he looked at the battalion deputy again.
The rags in the eyes of others in the words of the battalion deputy have become treasures in the hands of his own family. This gap in strength...
"Old Xu, I know what you are thinking, but this is the fact." The battalion deputy said word by word: "The problem is, have you ever seen a son who was unfilial to his mother because he was ugly? Have you seen that again?
Which dog has ever gone to someone else’s house because the family was poor?”
"Isn't it just that you felt a little bit sad when you found out the true situation?"
"Isn't it that we are inferior to others now?"
"What's wrong!"
"Then what was Germany like before Mustache came to power? Didn't it survive? Then the United States was just a place of exile for prisoners before, but didn't it survive after the founding of the country?"
"Old Xu, let no one brag. Take out the history of the world's major powers and go back three generations. If their ancestors weren't savages wearing leaves and riding on thresholds to grind baskets, I can do anything."
"You can take out our history and go back three generations and try it!"
"Hey, what the hell is this?"
Xu Ruifeng didn't say a word, just watching the battalion deputy's boastful words. After finishing these pretentious words, the battalion deputy blushed when he saw that Old Xu still had a smile on his face.
Because it’s useless for you to say these things.
The result now is that you have a forty-year-old cannon as your treasure, right?
Isn’t that right!
"Battle deputy, where is the old harrier? Why haven't I seen anyone since I've been back for a long time?"
In order to alleviate the discomfort in the atmosphere, Xu Ruifeng took the initiative to change the topic. He no longer talked about the matter and was no longer low-key. Anyway, the situation was already like this. At worst, everyone just had to endure it together. What else could be done. At the same time, Lao Xu did not
He was blaming everyone. He no longer felt that the people were indifferent, nor did he feel that the country he was in was unlucky. Instead of directly overturning other people's arguments with the battalion deputy, he cleverly changed the subject.
After all, when the weapons and equipment are in front of you, everything is irrefutable. No one can change the fact that the 92 Big Roller is better than the M1897.
The battalion deputy quickly broke away from the bragging he had just done: "I really know this."
"After our battalion commander was shot, it was Lao Yaoying who performed the surgery. As soon as the bullet was extracted, the men from the Second Company were called away, saying they were going into the mountains to perform surgery on Wang Ming."
"When the men from the second company used the door panels to carry Wang Ming back, I heard that the old kite felt that his injury was serious, so he turned back and went down the mountain to get medicine. We didn't ask where exactly he went."
Xu Ruifeng squinted and looked out the window. Did the old kite go to get some medicine?
Wang Ming's gunshot wound was much more serious than the one he suffered when he was in Beiman. Could it be that he had to go get antibiotics like his wife did? This chapter has been completed!
