my bright sword career

Chapter 3 What is my golden finger

Seeing Dabao who almost knocked the door away, Gao Hongming rolled his eyes, with helplessness on his face, and asked patiently, "Dabao, how much money do we have now?"

"Master, I know about this. The day before yesterday, you prepared 3000 yuan and [-] French currency to buy arms with Ma Laosan. We didn't have time to go home after the accident, so the money has been kept with me."

"You bring the ocean here."

"Okay, just wait a moment."

Soon, Dabao came over with a rattan suitcase, and put it on the table with a slamming sound. The heavy box made the four legs of the table shake tremblingly.

"Young Master, just click, there is a lot of ocean."

Gao Hongming nodded: "I see, you can go back and rest."

"Then I'm going back, and you should rest early."

After Dabao closed the door again, Gao Hongming took a deep breath and opened the box. Rolls of ocean wrapped in oiled paper were neatly arranged.

Not only that, there was also a stack of green banknotes beside it, and Gao Hongming knew that this was the legal currency issued by the Nationalist Government during this period.

"Three thousand oceans and ten thousand French coins, it seems that my predecessor is quite rich." Gao Hongming murmured.

Although with the continuation of the war, China's prices have been increasing rapidly, and today's Dayang has long since lost the purchasing power of the 20s, but even so, 3000 yuan Dayang is enough to lower the income of a well-off family for half a lifetime.

Suppressing the reluctance in his heart, Gao Hongming tried to focus his attention on the watch on his wrist, and then saw a blue light shooting from the watch to the box on the ground, and the silver dollars in the box disappeared in the blink of an eye. Leaving more than a dozen fiat coins.

Looking at the remaining French currency in the box, Gao Hongming rubbed his temples helplessly, "Well... it seems that the system also knows that the legal currency is garbage, and it doesn't even accept it."

He injected his spirit into the watch again, and found that the money item inside had changed, and the money that was originally zero became 3000.

Then Gao Hongming checked the weapon price list again, his face was constantly changing, and finally he only had one thought in his mind, it's really cheap, should we take this opportunity to buy more.

But tanks and cannons are fine, the price of this thing is too expensive, not to mention tens of thousands, even if you buy it, no one will use it.

Well, let's forget about heavy weapons, let's take a look at the head office of light weapons.

Then he looked at the light weapons catalog.

“三八大盖每支3元，莫辛纳甘步枪4元，毛瑟98K4元……7.92口径子弹，加兰德M1式半自动步枪1.6元，子弹每个基数0.2（两百发），MG42通用机枪10元，子弹每个基数0.2元（1600发子弹）M24手榴弹每箱（每箱24枚）0.3元”

"Look at the small-caliber artillery...well...an M2 60 mortar costs 10 yuan, and a basic shell is 0.5 yuan..."

Looking at the dense price list, Gao Hongming only had one thought in his mind...jumping off a building for a big sale.

Gao Hongming vaguely remembered seeing a price list of World War II weapons. For example, the price of the Japanese Type 30 rifle should be about 98 yuan, the Mauser 40K is 42 yuan, and the MG110 general-purpose machine gun is [-] yuan.

Now, the price of these things is only one-tenth of the original price. Isn't this a big sale?
"Now, try it first and see if you can cash out the weapon."

After a rough look at the price, Gao Hongming was ready to try it.

With the flash of blue light, a swarthy M1911A1 pistol appeared in front of Qian Bojun.

He picked up the pistol and looked at it. The cold body of the gun and the heavy feel told him that it was a genuine murder weapon. Holding a pistol that was a little heavy for him, Gao Hongming fell into deep thought...

Before dawn the next day, Gao Hongming was woken up by bursts of noise.

Originally, Gao Hongming's sleep was relatively shallow after being injured, and he couldn't fall asleep even after being so noisy. He simply put on his clothes and got up. Just as he was about to go out, the door was pushed open. Dabao was holding a A face plate filled with water came in.

"Dabao, why is it so noisy outside?"

"Master, the militia is practicing outside. Didn't you specifically tell me that the drill must be carried out every day, and you must not relax?"

"Eh..." Gao Hongming was taken aback for a moment, he had to... he had to bear the blame himself.

Dabao put the face plate on the wooden stand, and put the towel, toothpaste, toothbrush and other things on the table, and then said: "Master, you wash up first, and I will bring you something to eat later."

"Don't worry, I'll go out to see how my brothers are training after I wash up, and then it's not too late to eat."

"OK then……"

Accompanied by Dabao, Gao Hongming came to the playground less than 100 meters away from them.

The playground area is quite large, with five or six acres of land. It is also the place where the villagers dry their food and spend their leisure time on weekdays. Now hundreds of ragged militia soldiers are practicing goose steps under the leadership of several officers.

Gao Hongming also noticed that among these militia soldiers, except for a few who held guns, the others had all kinds of weapons, some with red-tasseled guns, some with big knives on their backs, and some with wooden sticks. And feet.

Gao Hongming was a little stunned when he saw these militia soldiers at first glance. My dear, those who knew knew that these people were militias, but those who didn’t know thought it was the return of Boxer Boxing from 100 years ago.

Seeing Gao Hongming approaching, two men who were leading the militia soldiers to practice goose steps trotted up to Gao Hongming and saluted him. One of the dark-skinned men shouted: "Report, Liantai County militia Training is in progress. There should be 386 people, but there are 386 people, please give instructions!"

It was the first time Gao Hongming saw someone salute him since he was a child, he was almost taken aback, and he returned a non-standard military salute in a hurry after he recovered his composure.

It stands to reason that he should have said a few words at this time, but at this time, he didn't even know the name of the person opposite him, so how could he lecture him, the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Fortunately, Dabao still remembered that his young master suffered from soul-loss disease, so he walked up to him and said softly, "Master, that black-tan head is called Wu Chengfeng, and the skinny one is called Xiao Zhankui. The nursing home at home, you appointed as the company commander of the first and second company of the militia some time ago."

"Oh……"

Now Gao Hongming understands that although the predecessor with the body of emotion is in the second grade, he is not stupid, and he knows how to be nepotism.

He coughed lightly, "That...Old Wu, how is the training of the troops going now?"

Wu Chengfeng hesitated for a moment before saying: "Sir...sir...it's easy to talk about anything else, but our main problem is that we don't have guns. There are only about 20 guns in the entire militia, and..."

"And the most important thing is the food problem. The miscellaneous grains you bought last time are almost gone. If there is no more food, the brothers will have to stop eating tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

"What..." Dabao's eyes as big as bull's eyes stared, "I said, Old Wu, the young master just brought in two thousand catties of grain last week. How long has it been since you all finished eating it?"

"Dabao, you kid knows what a fart."

Wu Chengfeng also stared back, "The training intensity of the army is so high. If you don't let people eat enough, can everyone have the strength to train? Besides, a grown man is already very frugal for a catty of rice every day, okay?
Besides, your kid eats at least two catties for every meal, so you have the guts to say that. "

"Can mine be the same?" Dabao wanted to say, but was interrupted by Gao Hongming.

"Okay, I know what you said, Old Wu. I will solve the problem of weapons, ammunition and food you mentioned. What you have to do is to train with peace of mind. Don't let me lose you by fighting. chain."

"Yes!"

"Now continue training."

Gao Hongming stayed on the training ground for a long time. Apart from chatting with Dabao from time to time, he was also carefully observing the training situation of the troops.

After watching it for a while, he thought that the training of Wu Chengfeng and Xiao Zhankui was basically fine, and he could tell that their training focused more on physical training. Show them how to use a broadsword against an enemy's bayonet.

As a newcomer, Gao Hongming naturally would not make any comments on the training of the troops, and watched quietly all morning.

It was only at noon that Gao Hongming was stunned because he didn't see Wu Chengfeng and Xiao Zhankui organizing the shooting training for the troops, but just repeatedly conducting queue and assassination training.

At 11:30, the troops stopped training, and at [-] o'clock, the troops had dinner.

Several seven or eight cooks came out carrying several vats, three of which were filled with miscellaneous grains.

The so-called miscellaneous grains are a general term for foods such as sorghum rice, corn, sweet potatoes, and rice. The reason why they are cooked in this way is that it can satisfy the soldiers and is economical.

What... want to eat pure rice rice?

You are afraid that you are thinking about farts. Even the Central Army doesn't have such good food and treatment these days.

Don’t be disgusted, even this kind of food is rationed. In many miscellaneous troops, in order to prevent the soldiers from eating too fast, the officers even mixed sand with the food. No sand was added like this. And it is already very conscientious to keep a full meal.

Gao Hongming also made a bowl of miscellaneous grains, made some pickles and sat aside and ate them, but his facial features all wrinkled as soon as he took a bite. How to say this taste is hard to describe in words.

To put it simply, it is not delicious, but it is barely edible.

After Gao Hongming took a few mouthfuls, he couldn't take it anymore. On the other hand, the soldiers around him ate with gusto. Gao Hongming even saw someone go to the second bowl.

(End of this chapter)