It was a heavy handgun. The color of the gun was a little dim under the light, and there was no reflection at all. There was a layer of black greasy substance smeared on it. The handgun was very heavy, much heavier than Zhang Xiaoqiang's 54. There were two rows of English letters printed on the gun's sleeve. Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't understand them until he saw the letters "M1911A1". Based on his understanding of firearms in China, he knew that this was an American handgun from World War II.
He pulled open the sleeve, and the barrel was clean without a speck of dust. He pulled out the magazine, and there were no bullets in it. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the wooden box in front of Yang Ke-er. The wooden box was well preserved in this dry environment, and inside it were pistols wrapped tightly with tarps. A rough count showed that there were eight or nine pistols. Yang Ke-er picked up another one and tore open the tarp. A suffocating, old, oily smell wafted into the air. There was a thick layer of grease on the tarp, which was probably the lubricant used to maintain the pistols.
Zhang Xiaoqiang flipped open a large bag, revealing layers upon layers of yellow military uniforms. Shaking it open, Zhang Xiaoqiang recognized that it was an American military uniform from World War II. Even after tens of years, it hadn't rotted. Zhang Xiaoqiang took the uniform and wiped it on the pistols. Throwing the dirty uniform aside, he looked at the shiny black body of the gun in his hand and pulled the sleeve.
The body of the gun no longer felt rough, and it was very smooth. He pulled the trigger. "Click …" Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the pistol in his hand with satisfaction.
The wooden boxes were opened one by one, and the packages were opened one by one. M1 Rifle, M1 Carbine, Thompson Submachine Gun, all kinds of carrying equipment, egg-shaped grenades, bullets, countless bullets. There were also radios, handheld phones, wires, military uniforms and shoes.
When one of the wooden boxes was opened, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a rusty machine gun stand inside. Beside the stand was a large cloth wrapped tightly with tarp. Unraveling the tarp, a cold big guy laid on top of the tarp. M1919A4 machine gun, an American standard machine gun from World War II. The cooling holes of the air-cooled machine gun were still stained with dark brown lubricant. Zhang Xiaoqiang held it in his hand, and it was heavy, at least 20-30 kg.
Zhang Xiaoqiang regretfully put it back, it was too heavy and inconvenient to hold. When it ran, it couldn't even match the speed of a normal zombie. Furthermore, the Type 81 was much better to use than this thing.
The weapons here were enough to equip a battalion. When he saw the mortar and the Czech light machine gun, he realized that it was the equipment of an entire battalion. As he continued to walk in, he saw an exit that was blocked by rubble. The exit had been blown up, and the flying rubble had smashed through the wooden boxes and suitcases near the exit. Inside were some yellowed books and documents.
Zhang Xiao Qiang casually picked one up, and saw that the cover was written in traditional Chinese characters, "National Army XX Division XX Regiment Third Company Register". He then looked at the rest, which were lists of names and orders. Finally, he found a secret document with a big red seal on it. During the war of liberation, the People's Liberation Army had already crossed the Yangtze River, and J City's garrison was besieged. The highest military officer had ordered for the best battalion's equipment to be sealed up, to be used in the future, and they had waited until now.
Zhang Xiaoqiang took out 3 pistols and gave one each to Yang Ke-er and Yuan Yi. He then took out close to a thousand rounds of ammunition. He turned back to look at the forgotten National Army's secret arsenal, and turned to walk out.
Now was not the time to use them. After all, his strength was still lacking, and Brother Long and the rest were still out there. If they knew that he had found the firearms, they would definitely fall out with him. Zhang Xiaoqiang was not interested in humans killing each other.
Halfway through, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly turned to Yang Ke-er and Yuan Yi and said: "Don't tell anyone, even Su Qian!" Zhang Xiaoqiang was still not satisfied with Su Qian, and decided to observe her for a period of time before deciding.
Once again, they started moving the items numbly. With regards to Yang Ke-er's lack of understanding, Zhang Xiaoqiang had to come up with countless reasons to get rid of her. Yuan Yi would never reject any of Zhang Xiaoqiang's requests, and Su Qian did not dare to reject either. Luckily, there was no need to move everything to the platform, and they just had to place them on the pathway leading to the platform. That way, the workload would be much less. Zhang Xiaoqiang made a wiring board to connect the items to the platform, and used a light to ensure the speed.
By the time they were done, it was already pitch black outside. After a simple dinner, they all went to sleep. Not long after Zhang Xiaoqiang laid down, a smooth and supple body squeezed into his embrace. Smelling her fragrance, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had been working the entire day, closed his eyes. Before he could fall asleep, another warm and supple body squeezed into his embrace, knocking Yuan Yi to the side. Smelling the fragrance of her body, he knew that it was Yang Ke-er.
Zhang Xiaoqiang simply hugged one of them with each arm, and the three of them fell asleep in each other's embrace. Yang Ke-er mumbled a few words before lying down in Zhang Xiaoqiang's embrace and fell asleep. Yuan Yi's face also rubbed against Zhang Xiaoqiang's shoulder a few times before falling asleep. Looking at the two little beauties, Zhang Xiaoqiang yawned and closed his eyes again.
When Zhang Xiaoqiang opened his eyes again, the sky was already starting to brighten. Yuan Yi had already woken up, but Yang Ke-er was still snoring on his chest, her saliva drenching his shirt. Zhang Xiaoqiang slapped Yang Ke-er's little butt, and Yang Ke-er cried out in pain as she opened her hazy eyes.
"Get up. Such a big girl drooled while sleeping, and it's so disgusting!"
As Zhang Xiaoqiang spoke to Yang Ke-er, he took off his shirt and saw that the skin on his chest was also sticky and wet.
When Yang Ke-er saw the saliva stain in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, she didn't feel embarrassed at all. She yawned, patted her mouth, and muttered with a confused face, "So annoying. I just dreamed of eating pickled pepper phoenix feet, and I was just about to bite down when you woke me up. So annoying!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't bother to pay attention to her anymore. Fortunately, he had slapped her awake, otherwise, she would have bitten him.
At this time, Yuan Yi came in with a basin of water and two towels in her hands. Today, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't let her wash his face. He grabbed a towel and wiped his chest. Yang Ke-er sat on the bed with her eyes closed, and her body began to sway. It seemed that she was not far from lying down again.
Yuan Yi spread out a towel and placed it on Yang Ke-er's face to wipe her face. Yang Ke-er didn't move, and only muttered under the towel. When Yuan Yi heard Yang Ke-er's muttering, she used less strength to wipe her face, and only then did Yang Ke-er let out a satisfied grunt, like a happy piglet.
Su Qian had already started preparing breakfast, while Zhang Xiaoqiang, Yuan Yi, and Yang Ke-er went to the courtyard to practice their mixed martial arts until breakfast was ready. After breakfast, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a cab back to the chicken farm. He wanted to see how the weapons were done. He didn't lack firearms, but at critical moments, cold weapons were still the safest. Furthermore, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't think that he would be more accurate with a gun than a bow and arrow, so there was no need to talk about the Type-81 Shooting Test.
When he reached the chicken farm, the sky wasn't even bright yet, and Zhang Xiaoqiang saw Shanghai Qiaoyun running circles around the chicken farm. With regards to Qiaoyun's efforts, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't comment on it. Although she was his woman in name, she still wanted to fly solo. So?
She had nothing to do with him, and they would go their separate ways.