Rebirth of the Wild Age

　　 A security guard moved a chair, Pi Diandian followed Song Weiyang, and put it down about ten steps away from the big iron gate. He also graciously wiped the dust with his sleeves: "Director, you sit down!"

　　 Song Weiyang sat in a chair watching the show, turned his head and asked, "This militia company came fast enough."

　　Yang Dexi smiled and said: "It's a coincidence. Every second day of the Lunar New Year, the militia in Dacheng Township will conduct target shooting training. The right is to set off firecrackers during the New Year."

　　 "What I said, how can this assembly speed be faster than the regular army," Song Weiyang looked at the mountain cannon that was pulled up, and said, "This cannon is probably older than my dad."

　　 Yang Dexi was a little worried: "Although our factory is considered a big rural area, but it is close to the city, there will be no problems, right?"

　　 Yang Xin came over with a cane: "What can go wrong? The gangsters commit crimes, the militiamen act bravely when they see righteousness, and the city leaders will be commended if they come."

　　 "Standing!"

　　 "In units of platoons, all spread out!"

　　 "Take the squad as a unit, line up to form a three-three offensive formation! Ready for assault!"

　　 "The left side of the second row, the right side of the third row!"

　　 "The gunner is ready, start filling!"

　　 The veteran peasants in Chinese tunic suits quickly issued various orders. Although the militiamen acted very irregularly, they appeared to be very good. They were already considered elite in some small African countries.

　　The gunner actually started filling up the bullets, and Song Weiyang was taken aback: "This thing won't go off fire, right? It's facing the gate, and it will definitely hit the factory when it comes over!"

　　 Zhu Laosan was stunned when he saw the mountain artillery. Although he couldn't understand the PLA's three-three offensive formation, the formation was scary. He hurriedly shouted: "My fellow, don't open fire, it's all a misunderstanding!"

　　 The old farmer in the tunic suit shouted: "Hand in your gun and don't kill!"

　　 "Hand in your gun and don't kill!" the militiamen shouted.

　　 Zhu Lao San immediately threw the steel pipe in his hand: "I surrender, I surrender!"

　　 "Thieves don't go empty...Bah, no, that's wrong," said the old farmer in the tunic suit himself, holding the Thomson submachine gun, and said suddenly to the sky, "Comrades, let's put a few shots first!"

"Da da da!"

　　 "Boom, boom!"

　　 "……"

　　 Various gunshots sounded immediately, and bullets flew all over the sky.

　　 Before the gun was closed in 1997, the militia had a live ammunition training mission every year, which stipulated how many bullets must be fired. They were engaged in target training on the second day of the lunar new year, in fact, they were consuming the remaining share of the previous year. These militiamen rarely showed their faces once, and each and every one of them, just like Sa Huan, grinned hard and made bullets.

　　 More than 30 gangsters have never seen this kind of battle. The courageous directly lay on the ground with soft legs, even the leader Zhu Lao San squatted down holding his head.

　　 "Bah, suckling!"

　　The old farmer in the tunic suit spit out, threw the submachine gun back onto the tractor, and ordered: "Grab them all and send them to the police station!"

　　 "Open the door!" Song Weiyang laughed.

　　 Yang Xin said to Yang Dexi: "Every militiaman will give a set of canned gifts."

　　 "Good!" Yang Dexi hurried to make arrangements.

　　 Song Weiyang walked out quickly, not too lazy to take a look at the gangsters, and shook hands with the old farmer in the tunic suit: "Thank you comrades in the militia for your timely support!"

He Guobing, who is about to be transferred to the head of the security department, introduced: "The factory manager, this is our deputy head of Dacheng Township, this is Comrade Qiu Jianguo, the deputy head of our Dacheng Township, the head of the armed forces of the township and the militia company commander. The head of Qiu, this is the Xiao Song factory head of our cannery. ."

"No introduction, anyone in Dacheng Township who doesn't know Xiao Song," Qiu Jianguo laughed. "Xiao Song, if you recruit people again, you must choose people in our town. They are all practical and capable guys. "

　　 "Definitely, definitely," Song Weiyang agreed immediately.

　　 In fact, there is a very big problem in recruiting local farmers to work. That is, whenever the farming season is busy, all of them ask for leave and go home to work on agricultural production. The peak season for canned food production often coincides with the busy farming season, making it more difficult to use than laid-off workers.

　　 Song Weiyang said: "Mr. Qiu, comrades are busy, come in for a cup of hot tea."

　　 "It's not that refined," Qiu Jianguo turned and ordered, "divide a squad, **** the criminals to the police station, and the others rest and stand by!"

　　 Song Weiyang began to chat with each other, and asked: "Your weapons are very mixed."

　　 Qiu Jianguo smiled and said, "Wanguo brand equipment. The submachine gun I used just now was passed down from my dad's generation. The original bullets have run out a long time ago, and now I use the domestic 51-style pistol bullets."

　　 Song Weiyang didn't understand military equipment, so he didn't feel anything wrong in his ears.

　　If the eldest brother Song Qizhi was present, he would definitely be frightened by the militia company commander. Thomson uses 11.43mm bullets, while the domestic 51 type pistol is only 7.62mm. This way, the chamber pressure is directly increased by 50%, and the chamber will be exploded in minutes. It is used by two generations of father and son. Nothing happened, I can only say that they are dead.

　　 Qiu Jianguo asked him to bring Thomson over and threw it to Song Weiyang and said, "Director Xiao Song, have you only seen this thing on TV? Come on, let’s shoot two and have fun."

"Then I really hit it," Song Weiyang didn't know that he was dying at all, so he swept through the sky in a way, his arm was soon numb from the shock~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He was in a great mood. "Fun, really enjoyable!"

　　 Qiu Jianguo smiled and said, "Is it enjoyable? If you want to play with guns, I will send someone to inform you in advance when the militia company's target training training."

　　 "I will accompany you when I have time," Song Weiyang said happily. "Mayor Qiu, why not do this? Our cannery and the militia are linked into a friendly unit. We usually help each other, and we can also engage in entertainment together during the holidays."

　　 "That's okay, the military and civilians have fish and water conditions." Qiu Jianguo said with a smile.

　　 The workers in the factory quickly moved in gift cans and enthusiastically distributed them to each militia, and each gave an extra bottle of canned water.

　　 The militiamen were very happy. Some pried them with bayonets on the spot, sitting in groups at the factory gate eating canned food and bragging about it.

　　 Yang Xin asked people to inquire about the situation and found that there were four militiamen working as temporary workers in the cannery. He immediately announced on the spot that these people would be converted to formal workers.

　　 I gave 2,000 yuan before, and now I am sending canned food, and promised to recruit workers in Dacheng Township. In the future, the cannery will basically belong to the militia. Anyone who doesn't have eyesight wants to make trouble, you can come and have a try. Welcome anytime.

　　 That night, Song Weiyang invited Qiu Jianguo and the cadres of the militia company to eat and drink.

　　 Qiu Jianguo's real job is the deputy head of the township and the head of the armed forces of the township. He actually wants to get on the line of Song Weiyang. Who doesn't know that the Song family has a good relationship with Secretary Fan. Both of you were willing to drink and drank so much. Song Weiyang was drunk by these people and didn't even know how to get home.

　　 After having breakfast the next day, Song Weiyang took his textbook to the factory to review. Just after doing two questions, he received a call from Chen Tao. "

　　 "Brother Song, can you come to my house, I'm in trouble." Chen Tao's tone was a little anxious.

　　 Song Weiyang said: "Don't panic, speak slowly."