Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 430 Arrival
The starry sky at night is full of stars, and countless constellations are clearly recognizable.

Xu San sat on a deck chair in the yard, looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar starry sky, and searched for the names of those constellations deep in his memory.

After a long time, he shook his head helplessly and stood up.

It was late at night, and all the women in Xu's family, big and small, had fallen into a deep sleep. The low-pitched insects were singing one after another, weaving a beautiful serenade.

Stretched, stretched his waist, and walked slowly to the door of the warehouse.

With his right hand resting on the handle, he suddenly felt a sense of tension.

It felt like the second time I opened the door of this room.

Taking a deep breath, after praying to Mantian gods and Buddhas, Xu San gently opened the doorknob.

Or that white light,

The warehouse is still the same, but there are a lot less things in it.

It turned out that those guns and ammunition were basically sent to the Eighth Route Army through the county brigade.

What is left now are only those things that do not conform to the times, such as AK47 and Bayi Bar.

Xu San has also strengthened these weapons a few times, but none of them have the ability to automatically produce bullets.

Without this skill, ammunition supply would be a big problem, so these guns were thrown aside by him.

Checked the warehouse carefully, and found nothing new.

Although he was prepared, he still sighed.

Sit in front of the computer, turn on the computer, and prepare to resupply some ammunition for the county brigade.

Open the software, and a new message appears on the screen: "You have a new purchase receipt that needs to be reviewed, please enter the purchase management module for review in time."

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After seeing this news, Xu San's heart fluctuated for a while, knowing that what he wanted should arrive.

Just don't know which one.

Is it a walkie-talkie, or a Katyusha.

Considering the work efficiency of the two monkeys, it is estimated that it should be the one hundred sets of walkie-talkies.

Taking a deep breath, he clicked on the list of purchase receipts.

A document to be approved is displayed alone in the list.

The person who made the bill was Hua Xueling, his little accountant.

Seeing this familiar name, Xu San felt that he was connected with that peaceful era again.

Opening the purchase receipt with apprehension, the newly entered products appeared in front of my eyes.

There are 100 ordinary walkie-talkies, five mid-sequencers, 113 hand-cranked generators, and several common accessories for walkie-talkies.

The mouse moved slowly to the "Review" button, paused for a moment, and then clicked the left button of the mouse without hesitation.

With a crisp sound of "click", Xu San felt the familiar wave again.

Holding on to the desk, he slowly stood up, and then looked back at the familiar row of shelves.

I found that there were already several neat rows of boxes on the shelves.

Walking over to pick up the unmarked cardboard box, it was a bit rudimentary, but Xu San knew that it contained what the Eighth Route Army needed most at the moment.

Open the box, except for a charger and an instruction manual, it is a simple walkie-talkie.

Picking up the walkie-talkie and looking carefully, there is indeed no trademark.

Push the switch, the power display is still half.

A simple test, the communication is normal.

Until now, Xu San's heart was finally relieved, but out of caution, he came to disassemble the walkie-talkie.

Because what's inside is what matters.

Although the walkie-talkie is a very simple electronic device, the capacitance, inductance, and the motherboard may leave marks on this side.

After taking it apart, Xu San cursed directly, "mbd, bad review!"

Just as Xu San was worried, the inside was not clean.

Branding remains on many components.

Fortunately, these electronic components are basically domestic products, and it is not difficult to dispose of the trademarks. Basically, they can be polished off with sandpaper.

Pick up the instruction manual and look at the communication distance, 10-25 kilometers.

It's okay, counting the extension, it can cover an area of ​​[-] to [-] kilometers.

I went to the computer again, checked the communication distance displayed by the system, and found that it was a bit longer than what was stated in the manual.

15-32 km.

Quickly found the medium follower, and spent 500 oceans to strengthen the two to LV4, 60-86 kilometers.

Take out a notebook, draw two or several circles on it, and calculate the area that can be covered by the two midrange.

While drawing, mark important strongholds and high ground.

After just drawing for a while, a piece of white paper has been drawn in a mess.

He sighed and stopped painting.

Xu San felt that he really didn't have much talent for commanding, and after a while, his head was in a mess like a pot of porridge.

Putting down the pen, turned around and took out 20 sets of walkie-talkies, and walked out of the warehouse.

In the main room and the bedroom, Xu San lit the kerosene lamp, and after turning it on a little bit, he began to polish the logo.

The tools are not in hand, and the progress of polishing is a bit slow.

After an hour of hard work, one is considered finished.

Rubbing her astringent eyes, she realized that Sister Hua had already woken up for some reason, and was looking at herself curiously beside her.

Looking at Sister Hua, Xu San smiled embarrassedly, "Is it disturbing you?"

"No, what are you doing?" Sister Hua looked at the walkie-talkie in Xu San's hand, thought for a while, and asked, "This is the walkie-talkie we are using, right?"

Xu San put down the tool in his hand, "Yes, although the shell is different, the contents inside are similar."

Sister Hua counted the boxes on the table, "Are there so many?"

"It's all, this is a new one, and it's going to be given to the boss." Then, Xu San briefly explained the content of the "Battle Preparation Order".

After speaking, Xu San turned on another walkie-talkie and continued to polish the trademark.

After a while, Sister Hua said slowly, "Is this going to be a big battle?"

"Well, when the war comes, the whole Jinchaji area will be full of excitement."

"Then what can we do?"

"Obey orders, spy on information, and keep secret."

Sister Hua nodded, seeing Xu San's careful movements, she couldn't help asking, "What are you doing?"

For Sister Hua, Xu San was at ease, so he didn't hide anything, "Eliminate the mark on it, so that some secrets can be prevented from being leaked."

Looking at the pile of boxes on the table, Sister Hua tentatively asked, "Then what can I do?"

Stopping the movements of his hands, he thought for a while, "Yes, this is very simple, just pay attention to the movements lightly." As he spoke, Xu San moved the stool and made a space for Sister Hua.

Picking up a new walkie-talkie, Xu San explained to Sister Hua from the beginning, dealing with this seemingly delicate, but actually very simple job, and there is nothing difficult about it.

Because of the experience, the processing of the second walkie-talkie is much faster than the first one, and it has been processed in about half an hour.

(End of this chapter)