Starting from 1950

Chapter 99 Water Stream (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

It was afternoon.

"Bang!"

Su Yang tossed a sack at the entrance of the security office warehouse and laughed, "Uncle Zhang, please count them. Today's haul is 81!"

The rats he caught no longer needed to be buried.

The rats in the flour mill are raised on grain and don't carry many germs.

These dead rats are in high demand now; the security guards cut off their tails and then divide the bodies among everyone.

Thanks to Su Yang, almost every household in the security department now raises chickens and feeds them with dead rat meat.

There were many people at the warehouse entrance, and even more guns, laid out on the ground, along with two boxes of ammunition.

A dozen or so security officers were picking through the pile of guns.

Zhang Zhenguo glanced at the bulging sack and waved his hand, saying, "What are you counting? Do you think I don't trust you? Don't worry, I'll add up the number of rats you killed today when I get back to the office."

He pointed at the small slingshot in Su Yang's hand: "Everyone else is picking out guns, aren't you going to pick one out? Are you planning to go hunting with that little slingshot?"

Su Yang is indeed using a small slingshot to kill mice, the kind that children play with.

Previously, we used traditional slingshots simply because we had no other choice.

After earning the prize money from catching rats, Su Yang spent a lot of money to buy some bicycle valve core rubber tubes and made a Y-shaped slingshot himself.

In the confined spaces of workshops and warehouses, the Y-shaped slingshot is much more useful than the traditional slingshot.

"Okay! I'll go pick one too." Su Yang said with a smile, tucking the slingshot back into his waistband.

"Su Yang, you're late!"

"All that's left is the old socket wrench, you'll have to make do with it!"

Several guards who managed to snatch a relatively brand-new Type 38 rifle spoke to Su Yang in a smug tone.

Su Yang shook his head helplessly. These guys were the ones he had repeatedly humiliated at the shooting range, which was why they were acting so sarcastic.

If he were to go hunting, his two slingshots of different sizes would certainly be useless, and even his 1911 pistol would be of little use.

He squatted down and began rummaging through the remaining dozen or so Hanyang rifles, trying to pick out a good one.

However, they did not notice that the security officers, who had been making a ruckus, suddenly fell silent.

"Here! This gun is for you!" a strange voice rang out.

Su Yang recognized Natalia's voice, looked up, and froze.

What surprised him was not Natalia, but the person standing next to her, Victor, whom he had met once before.

This time, he was actually wearing our army's khaki uniform.

"Comrade Su Yang, I'm sorry! I apologize for my previous rudeness!"

Before Su Yang could react, Victor suddenly bowed to him at a ninety-degree angle.

"What are you doing?"

Su Yang was startled, and the security officers and Zhang Zhenguo around him also stared blankly at Victor.

Victor said sincerely, "Comrade Su, thank you for saving Natasha despite our past grievances. Please believe me, what happened before was not my intention."

Su Yang glanced at him a few times and knew that he was referring to the time when he first came to Limin Flour Factory and acted arrogantly and deliberately targeted Wu Xinxue.

He knew that this matter was probably instructed to them by some people in the north when they came, but some things are done and that's that. Besides, Victor made things difficult for Wu Xinxue back then, and he had no right to accept the apology on Wu Xinxue's behalf.

Seeing the momentary stalemate, Zhang Zhenguo suddenly interjected, "Hey! Is that a 'Water Bead' gun?"

Su Yang then looked at the gun that Natalia had handed him.

He had seen this kind of gun before—the Mosin-Nagant—because it was called the "Water Bead Gun" because of the crisp, continuous sound of its firing, like a series of water droplets.

However, because the bullets were not compatible with the Type 38 rifles commonly used by our soldiers, even though we had purchased a lot from the north before the start of the Korean War, they were not widely used in the troops.

Su Yang had only ever seen this on the bodyguards of high-ranking generals like Commander Zhai and Commander Lan.

"Su Yang! How much longer are you going to make me hold this up? Even for Xin Xue's sake, can't you just accept it?" Natalia said reproachfully.

During this period, she often played with Wu Xinxue, and she could be considered a friend of Su Yang, so she spoke to him more casually than before.

"Okay, I want it!"

Su Yang had quite liked this kind of gun, so he readily accepted it.

Natalia didn't act as an intermediary for Vic; in fact, she was the one who gave him the gun.

Su Yang had no reason not to accept it.

This gun is clearly a sniper rifle, and it even has an optical scope.

Seeing Su Yang accept the gun, Natalia winked at Victor, who understood and quickly handed over a leather bag he had been carrying with both hands.

"There are 300 bullets in here..." Victor said.

Su Yang nodded and accepted them all at once.

The night was cold, and the wind was biting.

The garrison of the 352nd Regiment, north of H City, was sparsely lit but orderly.

Luo Pojun and Political Commissar Sun were having a heated debate over a map in a semi-underground command post.

On the map, the blue arrows representing the enemy are pointing in an unsettling manner toward our controlled territory.

"Old Luo, take a look!"

Political Commissar Sun pointed to a mark on the map, "The enemy's reconnaissance aircraft activity frequency has doubled! Their mobile forces have completely abandoned the idea of ​​dispersed advances and are now advancing in unison for ten or twenty kilometers every day, like a comb, setting up camp at four o'clock sharp in the afternoon to build a ring of defensive fortifications! This is clearly a way of sticking to us and wearing us down! They look like they could launch an attack at any moment, making it impossible for us to sleep soundly."

Luo Pojun frowned, took a deep drag on his cheap cigarette, and didn't reply.

Actually, the People's Army still acts as a buffer between our army and the enemy army.

However... the foolish actions of the Second and Fifth Corps of the People's Army made him really uneasy.

He was terrified that he might fall asleep and be attacked by the enemy while he was asleep, who would then advance deep into his regimental headquarters.

After all, the enemy was highly mobile, while the People's Army's combat effectiveness...

"They've hit our weak spot! We've only had a few days to rest, and our ammunition reserves haven't fully recovered, especially artillery shells... Those reckless guys in the People's Army have prematurely exposed our weaknesses again..."

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Luo Pojun's head throbbed with worry as he looked out of the tent.

Outside the tent, by the campfire, soldiers held steaming lunchboxes containing half a soaked "Defend the Country Noodles" mixed with radish and potato soup.

Xiaoyu's figure silently circled above their heads, flew into the tent, and landed on the coat rack as usual.

Seeing Xiaoyu, Luo Pojun felt a little relieved.

During the day, Xiaoyu kept an eye on the enemy's movements. Luo Pojun tried to communicate with Xiaoyu in the same way as Su Yang. Although it often took Xiaoyu tens of seconds or even a minute to respond after he asked a question, they were still able to communicate.

On the train, Su Yang shifted his focus back to Xiao Yu.

"Push! Push!"

"Push harder! Push harder!"

The carriage was dimly lit, yet noisy.

Su Yang sat in the last row at the back of the carriage, but Yu Feng and the security officer opposite him were nowhere to be seen.

The middle section of the carriage was packed with people.

As soon as he got in the car, he pretended to be asleep, but actually turned his attention to Xiaoyu.

Seeing the commotion in the carriage, I couldn't help but stand up and go over to see what was going on.