Battlefield Priest's Diary

Chapter 107 Third Type of Chess Pieces

[Complete the Tsar's Treasure mission, triggering soldier promotion conditions and obtaining a chariot]

The new chess piece lay in Qin Hao's palm, its base emitting a soft light, and a tiny rune appeared.

[Ace: As a qualified assault soldier, you have a natural affinity for various vehicles, and the time it takes to learn to operate a vehicle is much shorter than that of the average person.]

Meanwhile, the bishop's chess piece on the other side also began to glow.

When humanity sought to build the Tower of Babel, the language barrier was even greater than the engineering feat itself, but as a bishop recognized by God, you were given special favor.

[General statement: You can master languages ​​more easily and significantly shorten the time spent learning foreign languages.]

When the diary stopped turning, Qin Hao knew that the "clearance reward" should have been distributed by now.

Looking around at the furnishings, he casually took out the service manual from the room. Because it was designed to serve tourists from all over the world, the manual was written in eight major languages.

Qin Hao pointed to the table of contents and read through it one by one.

The next day, when the mounted policewoman came to apologize again, she witnessed another "unusual" scene.

Mr. Qin had already left the hotel, and in the uncleaned room, small notes in various languages ​​were scattered haphazardly.

Danish, Finnish, Korean, Spanish... and even writings of unknown meaning.

The television next to it was on, playing a news program from a Middle Eastern television station.

Moreover, in the corner of the house, there were scattered black feathers of unknown origin.

That look is like...

No! No! I absolutely mustn't let my mind wander!

The policewoman shook her head vigorously, trying to banish the strange thoughts from her mind.

She forced herself to tell that what was in front of her was normal, perfectly normal.

What's wrong with someone having some unusual hobbies?
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When the plane landed in Russia, Qin Hao immediately contacted his former partner.

when! !

A sound like metal clashing came from the phone.

"Hey, Qin! You finally remembered to call me. How are you feeling? Sorry, I'm a bit busy here..." The Russian's voice came out intermittently, sounding breathless, and there were occasional metallic clanging sounds.

Hey buddy, what are you doing?

“Hurry up…huff…handling some minor issues. Qin, what’s up?” Donnie was clearly busy with something while making the call.

It seemed to be a very private matter, so Qin Hao gave up asking further. "Donikov, are you in the country? I have a big business deal to make."

"A big business? How big? Are you short of money for your medical treatment?"

"It has nothing to do with illness, but I do have something I'd like to sell for a good price. Shall we meet?"

"Hmm...that's possible...let me check the time...we'll meet at our usual spot in Sochi in about two weeks. Sorry, I got another job, we'll talk later..."

The sound of metal clashing rang out again, and the phone was hung up.

There is one very important principle in doing gray-market business: don't pry into other people's business, not even your business partners.

Therefore, when Donikov appeared before him somewhat disheveled, Qin Hao didn't say anything.

The Russian had scratches on his neck and the back of his hands, and a corner of his face was covered with medical tape, making him look as if he had just emerged from the bushes.

Without inquiring about the other party's private affairs, Qin Hao pushed the notebook in his hand to the Russian.

“I recently received this money and I want to convert it into cash as soon as possible. You have more channels, so can you help me get a price? I'll give you 10% of the profit.”

"Whose stuff is this? Where did it come from?" Donikov glanced at the notebook on the table, then casually picked up a biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Houdini's manuscript, magic notebook, with his signature," Qin Hao said calmly.

Ugh!!!

The Russian almost choked on the biscuit he was eating, and it took him a while to drink some coffee to calm himself down.

"Houdini's?! That magician?! Is it definitely genuine?!"

"Yes, it's his. I'm absolutely certain of its authenticity, and it's perfectly preserved!"

"Damn it! Did you bribe the goddess of fortune? How can you have such good luck?" Donikov looked at his partner with some envy.

"That's not important. Just give me an estimate. I plan to sell it as soon as possible." Qin Hao tapped the table with his finger.

“So…” The Russian then adopted a professional demeanor, picking up the manuscript and examining it carefully.

"Master Houdini was an active figure in the early 20th century. The manuscripts are not particularly old, but many of his magic tricks are still not fully deciphered, and he himself is a controversial figure..." "I think, conservatively speaking, you should still be able to buy it for 200,000 yuan."

"It's not rubles, is it?"

"Of course, it's in US dollars."

"Then I'll have to trouble you. I need some money right now."

"no problem!"

The next second, the Russian did something that Qin Hao didn't expect: he took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.

"Give me an account number, and I'll transfer the money this afternoon."

"Huh?" Qin Hao looked over in surprise. "You actually paid for it yourself? When did you become so rich?"

"Hehe, you don't think you're the only lucky one, do you?" Donnie grinned and boasted, "A gilded cup from the Third Roman period, I got it a while ago, and this is the price I got after the auction."

The Russian gestured with his palm, then stood up and stuffed another biscuit into his mouth.

"Alright, now that this big deal is done, I need to take a break for a while. If you need anything in the next two weeks, you can come to a hotel by the sea."

After saying this, the Russian waved his hand, picked up the manuscript on the table, and walked out the door on his own.

In the afternoon, Qin Hao successfully received the payment.

Although he was curious about where Donikov's good luck came from, Qin Hao didn't delve into it, because he was about to spend the money.
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Three days later, Murmansk

An Il-76 military transport plane flew in from afar and finally landed smoothly at a temporary airport in the suburbs.

There were only a dozen or so people on the plane. A few young men, who looked like they came from wealthy families, were having a lively discussion, occasionally mentioning RPG, Katyusha, and T-72.

However, in a corner of the airport, there was an Asian man who stood out from the crowd. He simply stayed quietly in the corner reading the instruction manual in his hand, while a crow kept hopping around him.

Qin Hao was putting away the "Military-Themed Tourism Brochure" in his hand. A few days ago, after receiving the money, he directly commissioned a large-scale "Live-Action Military Experience Project."

Arms tourism began to emerge in the mid-2010s and became popular around 2015.

Russia was the first to get involved, followed by a series of Eastern European countries including Bulgaria and Serbia.

The use of weapons and military training are completely legal and compliant, with licenses issued and endorsed by the country's security agency and supported at the national level.

From small private clubs offering small-scale small arms training to widespread access for tourists, from basic AK shooting to hands-on trials of mortars, hand grenades, and rocket launchers, there are suitable channels for spending money ranging from ten dollars to tens of thousands of dollars.

In recent years, even large-scale projects such as driving T-72 main battle tanks and paratrooper jumps have begun to be offered as paid services.

Qin Hao, on the other hand, has customized a ground vehicle package. During this period, he will test drive a series of ground equipment under professional guidance, from artillery to light weapons, from various types of trucks during World War I to main battle tanks during the Cold War. He can experience them at will during this time, as long as he wants.

There's even a decommissioned nuclear submarine in the port; you could even go in and dive for a while.

The price he paid was that half of the $20 he had just recovered somehow ended up in someone else's account.

While the young people in his group were excitedly going to the shooting range to experience submachine guns and rocket launchers, Qin Hao directly asked the organizers if he could test drive the vehicles.

Even though a large sum of money was spent, the other party's attitude was still excellent.

"Sir, I understand your eagerness, but to experience the professional technology of the vehicle, you can only do so under our guidance. Theoretical learning is quite tedious. How about we send two drivers to take you for a spin?"

Faced with the organizer's suggestion, Qin Hao shook his head and said, "Please give me the instruction manual. If I can't understand it, it's my problem, and I won't ask for a refund."

With the sponsor saying so, the instructors exchanged glances and took out a table full of instruction manuals for various vehicles.

"Sir, these are quite obscure, perhaps..."

The organizer was speaking when he noticed that the man had started rapidly flipping through the instruction manual in front of him.

Half an hour later, a T-60 reconnaissance tank roared to life.

In the days that followed, the instructors at the base had their worldviews completely refreshed. This Chinese man, who claimed to be a novice, tried out all thirty-plus vehicles on the field.

His skill level puts some retired drivers to shame, and he seems to have some urgent business, always rushing around even when eating.

"He doesn't seem to be here to enjoy life; he seems to be rushing to the battlefield." Someone casually remarked.

Time flies, and after the last dollar bill in the package was used up, the full moon rose in the sky.

The sound of pages turning in the diary rang out again.

The pilgrimage route is always bumpy and uneven; no amount of preparation may be enough.

[The sacred path is now open; I suggest you bring a blanket.]

February in Verdun is very cold.

(End of this chapter)