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Chapter 543: Arms

One by one, the weapons were taken out.

First were bundles of Ma Si Huan rifles. There were thirty of them. All were top-quality.

A closer look at the rifling inside the barrel showed that it was very new.

It could almost be concluded that these Ma Si Huan rifles had not been used much.

They may have fired fewer than 500 rounds. It's as if the rifling has just been broken in.

Good guns.

Really.

Zhang Yong really likes them.

Unfortunately, his marksmanship is really only so-so.

The scope doesn't match. Otherwise, he would definitely try the Ma Si Lian with the scope.

Maybe he could even shoot the Japanese invaders at 200-300 metres?

With the help of the scope, the chances of hitting the target would still be pretty high.

Then there are the submachine guns.

There are also 30 of these. The quality is quite good. I can't tell where they were made. I guess they were seized from the Northeast Army.

They weren't produced by the Northeast Army themselves, they were probably imported.

They could have been made in Italy. Or Spain. These two countries also produced a large number of submachine guns and sold them to China.

The Northeast Army at that time had very sophisticated weapons and equipment. Unfortunately

The Ma Si Huan rifles were probably also imported from the Czech Republic. Only they had such strong financial resources. Unfortunately, they were all given to the Japanese invaders. Alas...

Counting the bullets. There were quite a lot too.

They were all in boxes. There were ten boxes of rifle bullets. There were more than 10,000 rounds. There were five boxes of revolver bullets. There were a few thousand rounds.

Surprised.

At the same time, secretly feeling a sense of foreboding.

The Japanese invaders had hoarded so many weapons. If there was a riot in the city, the consequences would be unimaginable.

How many people could be armed with these weapons? Dozens of people.

If they were all well-trained Japanese invaders armed with these weapons, they could completely catch the defending army off guard.

In terms of individual combat effectiveness, the Japanese invaders were really very deadly.

'These sons of bitches...'

Iron Mask also had his mouth twitching.

The Japanese invaders had actually hidden so many weapons in the city.

What do they want?

It's as if they're showing their hand.

It's terrifying.

The Northwest Army is almost completely unprepared.

Luckily, they dug up the weapons.

However, this is just one place. There may be other places. Who knows how many weapons there are?

'Quick, quick, quick, change them all!'

'Change them all!'

Pang Yu called out to his team.

Anyone without a short rifle, change to a short rifle. Everyone gets one. There are enough shells for the machine guns.

There were so many Ma Si Huan rifles that they could not be used for the time being. What should be done with them? Of course they should be gathered together. Sent to his father's army. His father's army needed a lot of weapons and ammunition.

Bullets and so on. It would be enough to leave a small part behind. They were catching Japanese spies, not fighting a war.

If there was really a war, his father would have to step in.

'Brother, do you want it?' Pang Yu selected a Ma Si Huan rifle of the best quality.

Now he had no inhibitions. He directly called him "brother".

My big brother is really something.

If any of you don't believe it, you can go and see for yourselves.

Your ability to catch spies is only one tenth of my big brother's, and I still call you big brother!

That's how cocky he is!

'No thanks,' Zhang Yong shook his head.

He didn't like carrying a gun.

It was in the way.

With so many people around, there was no way he could use it.

There were enough weapons stored in his personal space, so he didn't need to use a gun even in the most dangerous of situations.

'Okay. Call me when you need me.'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong nodded. He went to find the second place where weapons were hidden. It was in the courtyard behind the door.

There was no water in the courtyard. But he didn't know how to open it.

He walked around and looked carefully.

The others came up to help one after another. They tried every possible way to find a way in.

Finally, someone accidentally touched the mechanism and opened a cellar.

The cellar was dark. You couldn't see what was inside.

Torches were lit.

'Don't move!'

Zhang Yong suddenly screamed.

But he saw the explosives inside the cellar. He was suddenly scared and broke out in a cold sweat.

This is terrible.

There are explosives in the cellar.

If a torch falls, it will be the end of everything.

'Explosives!'

Pang Yu was also so scared that he couldn't speak.

He hurriedly asked someone to take the torch away. Then he asked someone to bring a flashlight.

Cold sweat was pouring off him.

Just now, he had stepped into the gates of hell with one foot!

It was only with difficulty that he could see clearly. Inside the cellar: it was all explosives. There were also grenades. The grenades were in boxes. A conservative estimate was that there were at least more than 30 boxes.

Each box of grenades contained 30 grenades. 30 boxes meant 900 grenades.

Not a lot. But not a little either.

If they were used in urban warfare, they could destroy a lot of targets.

There was also a lot of explosives, which were obviously for blasting. A conservative estimate is that there may be more than 500 pounds. Just tying ten or so pounds together makes a powerful explosive package.

A normal building, even those Western-style houses built by the foreigners themselves, can be reduced to rubble with just a few explosive packages thrown in. The skeleton of the building may still be there. But the people inside would definitely be killed by the shock.

In addition to the explosives and grenades, there were also some tubular objects wrapped in oil paper.

'What are these?'

'Detonators.'

'There are so many.'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong felt secretly moved.

There were more than a hundred detonators alone.

Judging from these things, it didn't seem like the Japanese invaders had produced them themselves. It was more likely that they had seized them.

Perhaps they had seized the reserves of the Northeast Army.

Alas, the Northeast Army...

The Northeast Army, once the best equipped army in the country!

Even Chiang Kai-shek's own Huangpu army was no match for them.

If these things had been dropped on the Japanese invaders, how many of them would have been destroyed! Unfortunately, they fled without firing a single shot. These precious things were given away. Instead, they became weapons that slaughtered the Chinese people.

It's really...

heartbreaking...

'Cen Zhaohai!'

'Yes!'

'Hurry up and make the call. Call the 51st Division and ask them to send someone over to deal with it.'

'Yes.'

'Forget it. I'll go instead!'

Pang Yu thought for a moment and decided that he would go and make the call himself so that he could explain things clearly.

There was so much explosives that it needed to be handled by professionals. They were not professionals. If they handled it incorrectly, it would go up with a bang.

Zhang Yong continued to search for the third location where weapons were hidden.

The first two locations had hidden a large number of weapons, and it was estimated that the third location would not be any less.

Sure enough, the third cellar was dug open.

This cellar was even bigger. There were even more weapons and equipment inside.

All Czech-made light machine guns. And boxes of ammunition.

'My God...'

'So many...'

someone whispers in amazement.

There are thirty Czech-made light machine guns. All brand new.

Some of the oil on the light machine guns has not yet been completely wiped off. Dust has settled on the oil, coating it in a thick layer. You can't wipe it off with a rag. You have to boil it in water.

Of course, you can also just fire it. The barrel gets hot, very hot, and the oil melts away.

'What's going on?'

'The devils have got so many machine guns?'

Pang Yu returns.

Then he realises he has called too early.

He hasn't even told his father that there are 30 Czech-style light machine guns here.

This is a big haul!

One per squad, 30 squads can be equipped, which is almost a battalion. It's like having an extra main battalion!

In a hurry, he turns around and prepares to make the call again.

But then...

'Mortars!'

Someone suddenly screamed again.

Pang Yu hurriedly turned back. What? Mortars too?

Oh no!

The Japanese invaders actually had mortars in stock?

Are you kidding me?

He hurriedly ran back and looked carefully to find out what was going on.

'What?'

'Mortars?'

Zhang Yong was also very surprised.

He hurriedly followed everyone's gaze.

Awesome.

He really saw three mortars.

Not 60mm. 82mm. Commonly known as the 82mm mortar. It was considered the main artillery of the Nationalist army at the time.

Yes, the 82mm mortar was already the main artillery for most Nationalist troops. Any mortar was considered the main artillery.

Forget about Italian mortars and the like. You couldn't even dream of getting one for a division.

But the 82mm mortar could be produced domestically. Although the quality was a bit poor. But there was no problem producing the barrel.

The only problem is that the shells are quite precious.

The shells for the 60mm mortars can be produced in-house. The quality is barely acceptable. At least they can make a noise.

However, the 82mm shells are a bit more difficult. The technical requirements are higher.

So Zhang Yong immediately looked for shells.

He found them quickly.

He was shocked.

There were actually 30 boxes of shells. Each box had six rounds. That's 180 rounds.

Amazing!

This shell reserve is also quite rich!

It is almost certain that the 29th Army's regular troops, such as Zhang Kexia's 34th Division, probably do not have this much 82mm ammunition.

That's a division! It has tens of thousands of people. But there is a serious shortage of ammunition.

Especially large-caliber shells. Extremely scarce.

Because this thing cannot be produced on its own, and every shot reduces the amount. There is no place to get it.

Unexpectedly, the Japanese invaders actually stockpiled it here.

Awesome.

The Japanese spies are indeed omnipotent.

Not only were they able to transport the shells in, they also hid them well.

Luckily. Now they have become spoils of war.

'Don't move!'

The voice of the Iron Mask Buddha was very serious. It was also a bit shrill.

I guess everyone present was hearing the Iron Mask Buddha's voice like this for the first time. A mixture of surprise and joy.

Zhang Yong understood why the Iron Mask Buddha was so out of control.

These are arms!

These are real arms!

It's not just simple firearms.

There are three mortars. There are more than a hundred shells. What are the Japanese invaders up to?

Anyone can guess that the Japanese invaders are up to no good. They will never be satisfied with the status quo.

If negotiations fail, they will turn on us at any time.

What can be done with so much ammunition?

If the Japanese invaders use all this ammunition on the 29th Army, how many casualties will there be?

The point is, these are caged chickens rebelling, and it will be hard to defend against them.

There is also a very serious problem, and that is how many weapons and ammunition the Japanese invaders are hiding elsewhere?

How many similar mortars are there? How many shells are there?

Just thinking about it is terrifying.

'You guys guard here, I'm going to report!'

'Yes!'

The others agreed, and Pang Yu had already run away.

He wanted to call his father first. He wanted his father to send troops to take over as soon as possible.

Otherwise, after Tong Zhongting reports it, it may be Tong Linge's turn.

Tong Ling's troops are stationed at Nanyuan Airport, which is not very far away.

Fengtai...

Nanyuan...

It depends on who is faster.

First come, first served. The second one will get nothing. He can only watch others eat the meat.

Zhang Yong, of course, doesn't care.

It's a good thing to give these arms to the 29th Army.

Even if only one-third of them are used on the Japanese invaders in the end, they can kill dozens of them.

The point is, there may still be a lot of such weapons and ammunition.

There are so many Japanese spies lurking in the huge city of Beiping, how much ammunition will they guard?

The Japanese invaders seized so many weapons and ammunition from the Northeast Army, it is impossible to give them all to the puppet army of the puppet Manchukuo, so some of it will definitely be used for other purposes.

Perhaps some of it has entered Beiping through various channels.

Once the war starts, they will immediately collaborate from within and without.

That's wishful thinking.

Now that I'm here, I won't give the Japanese invaders the chance.

I want the Japanese invaders' gold and silver!

I want the Japanese invaders' weapons and ammunition!

Seeing Zhao Guanglin carefully take out an 82mm shell, Zhang Yong also reached out to touch it.

The main purpose was to judge the quality of the shell. To see whether it was made domestically or imported.

At that time, there were very few military factories in the country that could produce 82mm shells on an assembly line. The one with the highest technical level and the largest scale was definitely the Fengtian Arsenal. The quality of the shells they produced was the best. The chance of misfiring was minimal.

The Taiyuan and Hankou arsenals had small production volumes and poor technology.

As for the Jinling Arsenal, which was built later, for various reasons, it did not have a production line for 82 mm shells.

It was heartbreaking.

Alas, it was the Fengtian Arsenal and the Northeast Army again...

'Wang Dong, what do you think the Japanese invaders want?'

'To capture Beiping.'

'They want to occupy Beiping?'

'Of course.'

'They dare not!'

'What else?'

Zhang Yong replied calmly.

From the perspective of a time traveller, of course he knew everything.

However, those in the know are often the least aware. Pang Yu and the other 29th Army officers, as well as the higher-ups, were still harbouring fantasies.

They hoped against hope that the Japanese invaders might just want to gain some benefits in North China. They didn't want to wipe out the 29th Army. Nor did they want to occupy the whole of North China. After all, the puppet state of Manchukuo had also gained some benefits.

However, the truth gradually became more and more cruel.

There were so many Japanese spies, and so much weapons and ammunition. Once there was an internal uprising, the 29th Army would be in a very passive position!

'Found it!'

Suddenly, there was a cry of joy.

Zhang Yong and Pang Yu turned their heads. They discovered that the location of the stored ocean had been found.

This should have been a very happy thing. Finally, the longed-for ocean had been found. However, Pang Yu could not be happy. He began to feel a strong unease about the future situation.

The Japanese invaders' goal is to occupy Beiping? They are wolves with evil intentions...

'I'll go and take a look!'

Zhang Yong didn't go into detail. Let them figure it out.

Many people in the 29th Army were paranoid about persecution. They always felt that other people's opinions were trying to harm them.

In the past.

Sure enough, it was all white ocean.

There were scattered ones and ones. The piles were very messy. It was also in the cellar.

Some of it was even in sacks. I don't know how the Japanese invaders got it in. What generosity!

Takeo Kishida and the others would probably die of grief.

Their espionage agency on the Bund had to make its own money.

But the Japanese spies in Beiping were living it up with piles and piles of silver dollars.

It's so frustrating to compare people.

But there's nothing you can do, because the Japanese invaders' current focus is on Beiping.

Since they want to win over the powerful people in the Beijing-Tianjin area, silver dollars are definitely necessary. Very often, banknotes are not accepted. Only silver dollars are accepted. Eagle dollars are best. Yuan Datou are even frowned upon.

'How much is there?'

Pang Yuxing came over excitedly.

Zhang Yong shook his head.

I don't know. But I guess it's more than 20,000.

He actually didn't feel anything. Back in Shanghai, he had seen much more silver dollars.

He had also seen many silver dollars at the Yuan Mansion and other places.

However, for other people, so many ocean dollars were simply the legendary cornucopia.

Many people were practically unabashed in their drooling.

Many people were imagining whether they would each be given one. One envelope only had 50, which was not too much!

'What do we do now?' Pang Yu asked his sworn brother quietly.

He had never encountered a situation like this before.

With so many ocean dollars, taking them all was definitely not an option. But not taking any was also not an option.

'One envelope each.'

'Two each for you and me.

'Three for the division commander.'

'The rest is to be handed in.'

Zhang Yong was quick to speak his mind.

Since he was now Wang Dong, he had to help the 29th Army.

Sing whatever song is appropriate for the mountain. Who said that? Lao Wang. Which Lao Wang? Wang Yaowu. It was said in the Gongde Lin. The truth of the world! He who knows how to adapt to circumstances is the hero...

'Good, let's do it!'

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