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Chapter 268: Heart beating wildly

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    "There are a lot of German weapons and ammunition, which are all in scrap warehouses, more than a hundred kilometers away from here. Do you want to see the German equipment? I can arrange a car to take you there. Let's do some target practice today."

    Douglev pointed a hundred meters away, and a shooting range appeared.

    There were two Soviet soldiers standing next to the shooting range. One soldier was holding a Mosin-Nagant rifle and the other soldier was holding two boxes of ammunition.

    "Thank you very much! I also have five bottles of vodka, which I will give to you tomorrow, but don't let Major General Budyonny know that he cannot drink too much at his age."

    Fang Tianlang was secretly happy. In the Soviet Union, there was nothing he couldn't do if he just dumped bottles of vodka and various cans.

    "Okay! I will send a car to pick you up at the nursing home at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. We will arrive at noon!"

    Douglev tilted his head and showed a joyful expression. After the war, the "vodka ration supply" for soldiers was completely cancelled. He got six bottles of vodka at once, which was enough to live a happy life for a month.

    "Crack! Pah! Pah!"

    There was a crisp sound, and Fang Tianlang started shooting the Mosin-Nagant rifle from a standing position.

    ¡° After firing a hundred bullets in an hour and a half, I regained my feel. I haven¡¯t touched a gun for seven or eight days, which is really frustrating.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out of the way, you must always have a weapon in your hand and be able to shoot an opponent who suddenly appears at any time. In wartime, saving your life is always the first priority.

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    Time passed quickly, and it was the next day in a blink of an eye.

    Douglev came to the sanatorium in a military truck, first visited Major General Budyonny, and then left alone with five bottles of vodka and two boxes of cigarettes.

    If Fang Tianlang is injured, it would be more comfortable to sit in the back compartment of a military truck if he goes to a distant place.

    You can lay down a thick blanket and a military coat inside the carriage and lie down and rest all the way to your destination, which is similar to a sleeper carriage.

    "Thank you! This is a little gift for you!"

    Fang Tianlang stuffed a small pocket into the driver's pocket, and the driver immediately smiled when he opened the pocket.

    "Welcome! Friends from the East! My name is Shevlovsky!"

    A veteran wearing an old military uniform walked out of a two-story red brick building.

    Behind the small building are large and small warehouses and fields. In the vast and sparsely populated Soviet Union, any warehouse area may have an area of ??more than ten square kilometers and the end can be seen at a glance.

    "Come in and have something to eat first! There are not many people here. There are only people when the goods are being delivered. Counting me, there are only seven old guys."

    ¡°Be careful, your female companion is so beautiful!¡±

    The veteran who called himself Shevlovsky waved vigorously, and Fang Tianlang walked into the small building with Huizi and the driver.

    "Oh! You like to see the weapons and ammunition of the German army?! There are a lot of them here. It's a headache. I may not be able to deal with them all when I am eighty years old. They are all ammunition. Why aren't the captured cans sent here!"

    The small building was filled with heat. A large pot on the stove was boiling vegetables, potatoes and so few pieces of meat that it was hard to tell what kind they were.

    A total of seven veterans each held an aluminum plate and smiled at Fang Tianlang, Huizi and the driver.

    "This is your plate. Eat first. It's so cold."

    Shevlovsky handed over the aluminum plate and spoon, and Fang Tianlang smiled and opened the backpack that Huizi was carrying.

    "Drink some vodka! Add some meat to this pot!"

    Fang Tianlang took out three bottles of vodka, opened five more boxes of canned beef and poured it into the cauldron under the surprised gaze of the veteran.

    "I brought these from the Eastern Battlefield, let's eat together! We are all a family! Ula!"

    "Ula! Ula!"

    There were cheers in the small building. Alcohol and beef were a victory for the veterans.

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    Everyone had been eating and drinking for more than an hour, and blushes appeared on their faces.

    Fang Tianlang and Huizi got on a famous German Volkswagen Type 82 "bucket truck" and followed Shevlovsky to various warehouses to see the captured German weapons and ammunition.

    "What we are seeing is only a very small part of the weapons and ammunition captured by the German army. There are at least six to seven million tons of weapons and ammunition across Europe waiting to be turned into raw materials and returned to the steaming furnaces.

    "This warehouse is full of rifles and submachine guns. God knows how many there are?!"

    An iron door was pushed open with force, and Fang Tianlang's scalp felt numb as if he had been shocked by electricity.

      The rifles and submachine guns in the warehouse in front of me are not arranged vertically one after another in the traditional way. Instead, they are stacked vertically like building blocks. There are almost one or two thousand rifles on one pallet, which is really eye-opening.  .

    "These guns? Are they all burned in the end? Does anyone know how many guns there are here?"

    Fang Tianlang took a deep breath and asked steadily

    "Some will be given to the guerrillas in Africa and Central Asia, and most of them will be thrown into the steel-making furnace. There are already a lot less here, and more than half of them have been taken away. No one knows the quantity here, and they are thrown in a pile when they come.  , when you take it away, you take it in a pile. Why do you need to know the quantity? Will someone steal this? Is this valuable with potatoes and bread? Haha!"

    Shevlovsky shook his head, looking at piles of firearms was no different from looking at a pile of garbage.

    "There are so many guns. It would be great if I could take some as souvenirs. I can exchange them for cans and flour."

    Fang Tianlang licked his lips, his heart beating wildly.

    "It's okay to give it all to you. We need food. There will be no more wars. Hitler is dead and we have no enemies. I'll give it all to you. In a few years, everyone will take us and all the scrap steel here.  forget."

    Shevlovsky seemed a little disappointed and said mysteriously to Fang Tianlang.

    "I am a soldier, so I don't care about anything. If the commander makes a mistake, he will become the deputy commander. If the division commander makes a mistake, he will become the deputy division commander. If the platoon leader makes a mistake, he will become the deputy platoon leader. You have heard that if a soldier makes a mistake, he will become the deputy commander.  Soldier? Haha!"

    "Well! Your theory is awesome!"

    Fang Tianlang stretched out his thumb. He really couldn't find any words to describe the Shevlovsky in front of him. In admiration, he could only take out a cigar from his backpack and stuff it in his mouth.

    "If I take away a lot of weapons and ammunition, will it cause trouble to you and your partners? My country is still at war. Transporting these weapons to the east will allow my army to defeat the enemy's army."

    Fang Tianlang was a little cautious and asked Shevlovsky solemnly.

    "There is absolutely no problem in taking one-third. The warehouse here is responsible for providing raw materials to more than a dozen steel-making furnaces in three factories. It has always been a mess. As long as it is not taken all in one day, no one will know, even me.  I don¡¯t know how much there is here, so go ahead, good boy, your vodka is the best gift I¡¯ve received in the past two years.¡±

    Shevlovsky kept nodding, reached out and stuffed a large bunch of keys directly into Fang Tianlang's hand.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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