The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

There is a new gun in the Transportation Department parking lot.

Whether workers are going to work or leaving get off work, they can see it at a glance.

Because, it was lying there in plain sight, without even a canvas covering it, and the barrel was so round and thick that it felt like it could fit an adult's fist inside.

The cannons have been delivered, and some people want to know whether the factory has delivered the shells. Well, this problem is giving Li Xuewu a headache!

There are more and more dangerous explosives in the Red Star Factory. The cold rolling workshop and the technical department receive rockets from him every now and then. The quantity is not much each time, but it happens frequently.

The third-generation grille armor has reached a bottleneck period after a period of rapid development in the past few months. Due to the limitations of the material itself, the fourth generation is currently being explored bit by bit.

That's fine, let them shoot. After all, Li Xuewu has been to the shooting range and shot a few rounds. He knows that they are doing experiments and advancing the research progress, which is a good thing for the factory.

But what about the hand grenades? Are they used for militia training? This is the capital, an important area of ​​the capital, with no one knowing how many garrison divisions and brigades are guarding it. Whenever the militia trains, they can use live ammunition.

There weren't many grenades in the boxes, but they were all real ones. Unscrew the cover at the rear and the pull ring would fall out by itself.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the freight station sent more shells to the ammunition depot on the second floor. He was really confused!

Boxes of 122mm high-explosive bombs, grenades, incendiary bombs, and armor-piercing shells, the warheads painted with different colors of paint, representing different adaptability, and the number of them filled up an entire office.

Originally a security officer and gatekeeper, he was promoted to office manager. Everyone would see it as a good thing. His salary increased and the pressure of repaying his "mortgage" was reduced.

However, everyone was terrified when walking from one end of the corridor to the other end. Others ran away after unloading the goods, but he, Li Xuewu, was the person in charge and had to stay here.

Looking at these dangerous explosives, Li Xuewu had a look of despair on his face. His salary had increased, but how long he could receive it was a question.

The pressure of "housing loan" has been reduced a lot, but whether one can walk into the family building while standing is also a problem.

If it exploded accidentally, he would be on duty here, and the only thing left on the list would be missing. Yes, missing. Li Xuewu had a memory in his mind that when a 122 grenade fell at his feet, the person would really melt into red mist and be put on the "missing" list, not to mention so many of them.

This is Li Xuewu’s current working state: nervous, extremely nervous. Even though he knows that the shell will not explode without the fuse, his heart is still trembling.

This is the knee-jerk reaction of ordinary people to dangerous explosives.

He was promoted, but how long he could work in the position depended on Li Xuewu himself. If he slept upstairs 24 hours a day, it wouldn't be a big problem. Even if something went wrong, it would not be his business.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Li Xuewu, who was still daydreaming just now, heard the shaking of the iron door at the stairs. He stood up and looked downstairs through the window.

Because the windows were covered with vertical steel bars as thick as thumbs, it was not clear for the people who were shaking the door below.

"Who is it~!"

"I, Lao Jin, am here to pick up something~!"

When Section Chief Jin of the Political Education Section heard Li Xuewu's question, he took a few steps back, raised his head and looked at Li Xuewu at the upstairs window.

Hey, don't tell me, this guy looks like he's in prison through the window.

He picked up the key from the drawer. It was just like being in prison, but at least this "prisoner" was in charge of himself and had the right to open and lock the door.

"Give me the order for what you want~!"

Li Xuewu, who had the key, did not rush to open the door after going downstairs. Instead, he stretched his hand through the fence and asked for the bill, looking very businesslike.

Li Xuewu knew that Section Chief Jin lived downstairs from him and was reforming some employees with ideological decline, but he was not familiar with Section Chief Jin because he was "in jail".

Without Secretary Li’s order, he can’t take the things here out~!

"Well, take a grenade, and I'll have someone measure the size and see how much cloth to cut, and return it right away~!"

Section Chief Jin is more than ten years older than Li Xuewu, but he still rubbed his hands and looked at Li Xuewu somewhat embarrassedly.

Because he didn't open the order, he just used it temporarily and would return it. Thinking of not wasting time, he didn't go to the office building.

If it was the Li Xuewu of the past, who was slippery and had a smooth life, like tofu cut with a knife, he would have helped with this favor.

Even now, everyone knows that he had a head injury and is cold and indifferent to everyone.

"I can't release it without the order. Please call Secretary Li and I'll send it down to you later~!"

Li Xuewu immediately retracted his outstretched arm.

Special matters can be handled specially for other people, but not for him, because he is in charge of dangerous goods. Perhaps it is his cold-bloodedness that led to his promotion to the office upstairs.

"Oh, just borrow it for two minutes, two...!" Section Chief Jin slapped his thigh. As a result, he saw Li Xuewu's back disappearing around the corner of the stairs without even a word~!

What else can we do? As I said before, everyone knows that Li Xuewu has a head injury, but no one expected that people upstairs and downstairs would not even give him the slightest bit of face.

Walking back downstairs, the original meeting room had been cleaned up and the sewing machines inside were in place. The office next door was responsible for cutting.

Li Xuewu was in charge of watching for dangers, while Director Jin was in charge of forcing the mud that could not be pasted on.

Only after Li Xuewu finished calling Li Feng and received the notification did he slowly take out a Type 59 wooden-handled grenade and go downstairs.

Close the door and lock it, all in one go.

Since Li Xuewu was not at home, the iron door at the stairs had to be locked. He actually wanted to take this opportunity to see what was going on downstairs.

When those sewing machines were moved in, he watched through the window. Every time Section Chief Jin lectured these lazy people downstairs, he could hear it clearly from upstairs.

"Oh, you, you insisted on asking the secretary to call you, you are too stubborn~!"

After receiving the grenade from Li Xuewu, Director Jin quickly asked someone to measure its size. Even so, he did not forget to complain about him.
In fact, Section Chief Jin didn't know the use of the thing he led people to research at the beginning, but Secretary Li asked him to lead people to do it, so he had to do it.

Listening to Section Chief Jin's complaints, Li Xuewu said nothing. He pointed at his head and admitted that he was not smart enough and he was just doing what Li Feng told him to do.

He is right about this. As for people saying that he is too stubborn, everyone knows that he is not smart.

"Is this a carrying gear vest?"

Looking at the cut pieces of cloth, Li Xuewu didn't understand at first what the grenade gestures were for. But the moment he saw the drawings, as a soldier, his reaction was much faster than those who had not.

What was measured was not only the size of the grenade, but also the size of the Type 56 submachine gun magazine and the size of the Type 56 and a half magazine.

"Come on, that's great. You've been a soldier before, come and try it out and see how heavy it is~!"

The additional pockets had not yet been sewn on the cut pullover vest, and Li Xuewu happened to be there. He had been a soldier and had experience, so Section Chief Jin asked him to be a model.

Secretary Li instructed that both weight and wear resistance must be taken into consideration. Section Chief Jin was unsure, so he could only let Li Xuewu give it a try.

Li Xuewu did not resist, because he saw what the people downstairs were doing. He already had a prototype of a bulletproof vest, so he put it on and twisted his body.

The two sides of the vest are still empty, but in the front, at the chest position, there is a pocket. There seems to be space in the pocket for something, with a gap of about two or three centimeters. The front of the pocket is for inserting a magazine or clip.

"Where should I put the grenade? Here or here? Which position is easier to pull out~!"

After the tailor finished measuring the size of the grenade, Section Chief Jin stood beside Li Xuewu, placed the grenade at his waist, and asked for his opinion.

Li Xuewu tilted his head and looked at the grenade that Director Jin was holding at his waist. Then he turned his head and looked straight ahead. Subconsciously, he reached behind his back with his right hand, as if he was trying to find the feeling of throwing a grenade on the battlefield.

"A little further back and down, there's a water bottle on the left and a shoulder bag on the right. The left side contains daily necessities, the right side contains combat supplies, and there's also a pistol bag on the right side for the officer~!"

I closed my eyes and felt the distance, and found that the grenade was almost falling on my butt.

"At this?"

Section Chief Jin, who had originally planned to place the grenade on his waist, was a little unsure at this time, after all, the design was drawn by Secretary Li.

But Li Xuewu came from the battlefield, so logically, his experience should be battlefield experience.

"Your shoulder strap is too wide. It's a bit tight around my neck when I run. What's the pocket in the front for?"

After Li Xuewu put forward his opinion, without caring whether Section Chief Jin would adopt it or not, he used his fingers to stretch out the front pocket. The pocket was open to the bottom, wide and large, and looked like it could hold a lot of things.

"Don't worry about this pocket. It must be designed and the size is fixed. The magazine is located at the chest. What do you think?"

The modification suggestions proposed by Li Xuewu were drawn on the drawing, and the shoulder position was also shrunk a bit by the tailor, so that it would be easier for the head to fit in. I just don't know if it would shake when running.

"This is a carrying vest, a military carrying vest, with the magazine in the front. That's fine, but the problem is, what is this pocket for~?"

Li Xuewu couldn't figure it out, but Section Chief Jin could. Secretary Li said that other places could be changed, but this pocket could not be changed.

"Is it heavy? Why don't you jump up~!"

After changing the position of the grenade on the drawing, Section Chief Jin signaled Li Xuewu to continue providing advice.

It's pretty good. There are two people, one upstairs and one downstairs. One has no combat experience but knows a little about tailoring, and the other has experience from the battlefield but doesn't know how to tailor.

Direct complementarity... (End of this chapter)