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Chapter Seven Who Did It

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    "This is a cart of damaged firearms."

    When it was dark, the car drove to a small road that could only be walked on foot. The soldiers carried the things on the car and carried them to the cave not far away. There was a temporary storage place for the guerrillas of Lujiao Mountain.  , and also their temporary residence.

    The canned meat on the top was removed first, and then the boxes below were moved. The hope and disappointment in everyone's hearts existed almost at the same time.

    These are all items originally stored in this car. Every box, after opening, is a weapon, but, without exception, the weapons are all broken!

    There are more than 20 machine guns with crooked handles. Some have broken barrels, some have broken bolts, and various problems. In short, none of them are good.

    As for the 38 Dagai rifles, there are more of them, and they are all broken.

    "It seems that the devil transported it back from the front line and wanted to transport it to the armory for repair." Zhang Shun said, "What a pity."

    Facing these tasteless trophies, Zhang Shun's heart at this moment was inexplicably complicated.

    For the guerrillas, the problem of lack of weapons has been solved. The intact rifles seized in this battle are enough for their own use. Therefore, these trophies can be handed in.

    However, who would have thought that these guns were all broken, and it was useless to hand them in!  It would be great if these guns were replaced with bullets. What I urgently need now are bullets.

    However, there is no way to discuss this matter with devils.

    "What are you afraid of if it's broken?" Liu Dabiao hugged the mortar and said to Qin Baoshan: "Little blacksmith, fix it for us, won't it be done? Come on, fix this mortar first. Next time we go out  The mission is to use mortars to bombard the devils, that's what makes it exciting."

    When Liu Dabiao said this, Zhang Shun came to his senses: "By the way, Baoshan, how did you fix that machine gun on the battlefield? Why did your marksmanship suddenly improve?"

    Not only Zhang Shun, but everyone else in the team also had doubts at this time.

    Qin Baoshan touched his head, which was still wrapped in bandages. With a shy smile on his face, he said, "I guess it was because of my brain injury last time. After that, it will be fine. Anyway, I don't care about it."  I know what's going on, this marksmanship suddenly became better."

    "As for this machine gun" Qin Baoshan looked at Liu Dabiao: "Da Biao calls me a little blacksmith. For a blacksmith, of course he understands Oh, my stomach hurts."

    After speaking, Qin Baoshan clutched his stomach, and then walked towards the grove not far away. Looking at his appearance, Liu Dabiao couldn't help but tease: "This lazy donkey has a lot of shit and urine on it!"

    "Everyone move first, let's move everything in!" Zhang Shun looked at the direction Qin Baoshan was leaving, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, and then, while everyone was not paying attention, he followed slowly.

    In this age, everything is really lacking!

    Qin Baoshan still can't get used to it. Even in the imperial cemetery and weapons workshop, there is toilet paper to use, but here, the convenience is over, and only stones or leaves can be used. These days, Qin Baoshan wants to do it the most.  The only thing to do is to take a good bath, I guess I will stink.

    He walked out with ease, and then, he heard Zhang Shun's voice: "Boy, are you hiding something from us?"

    "The spring of the machine gun is not broken due to mechanical fatigue." Qin Baoshan's voice lowered, and he whispered to Zhang Shun: "The ports are neat and the cut surface is inclined. It should be that the pliers have broken more than half of it, leaving only a few connections.  .¡±

    What?

    Hearing this, Zhang Shun's body trembled suddenly.

    These words revealed too much content, and cold sweat started to break out on his back.

    Who did it?  pliers?  In the whole team, only Qin Baoshan, a little blacksmith, was always equipped with tools like pliers. Could it be him?

    Zhang Shun shook his head, it's impossible, if it was Qin Baoshan, then why would he repair machine guns on the battlefield?  Why are you telling yourself?  He killed more than 20 devils today. If Qin Baoshan became a traitor, the price the devils paid would be too high.

    If it's not Qin Baoshan, who is it?

    "Who is it?" Zhang Shun asked.

    Qin Baoshan shook his head: "I don't know, but it's not difficult to know who did it"

    "Oh, oh." In the mountains, the sound of a donkey came from a distance. On the mountain of donkeys, there used to be a group of wild donkeys, and they often brayed on the mountain. Now, only the distant ones are left.  The donkey in the mountain forest village occasionally made a sound.

    In the cave, lit aA revolving lantern printed a layer of warm yellow light on the side wall of the cave.

    In front of Qin Baoshan, crooked sub-machine guns were lined up side by side. At this time, other people were also cleaning the weapons seized today and looking over at the same time.

    On the edge of the hole, Zhao Decheng held an old sleeve, and while wiping the barrel of the gun, he listened to the conversation inside.

    "Although these machine guns are all broken, we can take them apart and assemble the good parts, and they can still be pieced together. It is no problem to put together five crooked guns out of these twenty or so.  In this way, our Lujiashan guerrillas can have six crooked handles, one made in the Czech Republic, and the firepower is comparable to a reinforced company!" Qin Baoshan said while preparing to dismantle parts.

    "Wait, isn't this bad?" Zhang Shun said, "Although we seized these weapons, according to discipline, we should hand them in. Besides, there are so many machine guns, and we don't have that many bullets.  Turn it over, so Lao Yang can't say that our Donkey Calling Mountain guerrillas are dishonest."

    The old Yang that Zhang Shun talked about was Yang Wan, the captain of the county squadron. Although the various guerrillas were scattered, in terms of organization, there would be organizations in the districts and counties. Depending on the size, it might be a squadron or a brigade.  , the scattered guerrillas are at the bottom.

    When these weapons are delivered, the county squadron will be very happy.

    "I have to find someone to go to inform that the county squadron should be at Liujiazhuang. I have to ask where it is. It is estimated that it will take three days to go back and forth. Let's wait until the night after their birthday." Zhang Shun said.

    "Captain, let me go." Zhao Decheng at the entrance of the cave said.

    "Didn't you sprain your ankle today? It's inconvenient, let me do it." Li Mingyuan said on the side: "Captain, I'll go!"

    Li Mingyuan's figure disappeared into the darkness.

    "Wow, wow." Qin Baoshan was still fiddling with the machine gun, and Liu Dabiao, who was next to him, watched seriously, full of admiration: "Little blacksmith, you are quite good."

    "This thing, you can disassemble it once, practice makes perfect, come on, let me teach you, crooked handle, it is actually the most failed rifle made by devils"

    As the night darkened, the light of the oil lamps in the cave was extinguished, and everyone fell asleep softly. A figure slipped out of the cave entrance.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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