Rebirth of the National Marshal

"Haha, brothers, let's be frank today. I, Mao Yuanshan, will be a good security captain today. I will definitely not be the security captain in name only as before. You all know what kind of people you are. Now all those who smoke opium, stand on the left. We are brothers who have eaten from the same pot. Don't make things difficult for me." Just when they were all thinking about going out to find someone to offend, this guy said this, and the security team immediately quieted down.

What is this for? To purge the army of opium smokers? There have been such things before, but they were all regular troops. We are the security team, to put it bluntly, we are the worst of the worst. Who among us doesn't smoke opium? Everyone knows that if we go through this, we will probably be kicked out. Although this job is not very good, it is enough to support the whole family. Everyone is sane, and no one is leaving at the moment.

"Haha, okay, since no one is moving, I will pretend that you all don't smoke opium. Now run around the wall of our security team. No one can stop until I tell you to. Anyone who stops will be fired immediately." At first, these people still didn't move, but when the Mauser pistol fired a shot into the sky, these guys knew that the captain was serious, so they could only start running one by one reluctantly.

These people were all smart, they all ran very slowly, some even ran as if they were taking a walk. It was okay if you didn't work hard for me. Mao Yuanshan knew that this was his team and there couldn't be any problems, so he slowly walked to those who were running slowly and pulled them out of the team. At the same time, he also secretly remembered some good people. With more than 300 people, there would always be a few good ones.

Half an hour later, there were still less than eighty people holding on. Mao Yuanshan took a look and felt that it was almost enough. These people were fine. After all, the food people ate in this era was not very good. Let alone a ragtag army like his, even the regular army could not have white rice for every meal. It was good to have it once or twice a month. Most of the time, these ragtag troops ate miscellaneous grains, and it was good to be full. Basically, they could not eat enough for half a month.

"Okay, you guys will be assigned to the first team from now on, and you will get ten dollars a month, and the rest of you will be assigned to the other three teams. Don't worry, as long as you can quit smoking and have the same physical strength as them, I will give you ten dollars." These people were dumbfounded by this. One dollar is worth more than ten kilograms of rice, and these ten dollars are more than a hundred kilograms of rice, which is enough for a family of four to eat white rice every day. These seventy or eighty people were dumbfounded.

The military pay of the Kuomintang in this era was different. The Central Army basically did not have the same treatment as it does now. The actual amount they received was only seven or eight silver dollars. Of course, this was for the most loyal soldiers of the loyal army. The other loyal soldiers only got about five silver dollars. It was a great thing for other local troops to get four dollars. The security team only got two dollars a month. This was a five-fold increase in one go. How could they not be surprised?

What happened to the boss today? This is not right. Mao Yuanshan didn't give them time to adapt. You just need to know that I don't have time. I need combat effectiveness. I picked out fifty pretty good guns from the entire security team and let the first team practice first.

Mao Yuanshan was really depressed when he was shooting. He, a person from later generations who had never fired a gun, could shoot more accurately than them. He really didn't know how people lived in the past. Of course, these sharpshooters were fed with bullets. He was very clear about this principle, so he didn't say anything wrong about it. But how to get bullets for them was a problem.

Mao Yuanshan took a look at the system. The bullets for the Mauser rifle and the Mauser pistol can be exchanged. Of course, the price is still good. It costs one dollar to get 100 rifle bullets and 50 pistol bullets. This is a base price. Compared with this era, it is a big bargain. After seeing the price, Mao Yuanshan thought that he could definitely sell arms. Then he looked at other weapons. Because his level is too low now, he can only exchange Mauser pistols and Mauser 98 rifles.

In this era, a Mauser pistol plus a thousand rounds of bullets cost about 120 silver dollars, and a Mauser rifle without bullets cost 140 silver dollars, and a thousand rounds of bullets cost another silver dollars. Of course, these are the prices of German imported goods. Local imitations are naturally not that expensive, usually % to % off.

When he saw the exchange price, Mao Yuanshan was happy. Damn, this was definitely a way to rob people of their money. The Mauser pistol cost 10 dollars and came with a thousand rounds of bullets, and the Mauser rifle cost 15 dollars and came with a thousand rounds of bullets. These were only one-tenth of the price. He would still get promoted in the future, and the discount would be even bigger then.

Mao Yuanshan wanted to replace all the weapons in his first squad with Mauser rifles instead of these Hanyang rifles, but he needs money, right?

Since there is no money at this time, can I use merit points? You know, one merit point can be exchanged for ten silver dollars, which means one merit point is equivalent to a Mauser pistol.

Speaking of the Mauser pistol, it is not very popular in Europe, but it has become popular here, especially the one with 20 rounds of bullets, which is the most useful for Chinese people.

I looked at the security team's account, and as expected, there was nothing there. We need money. There's no point in training without money.

"Zhang Daniu, from today on you will be the captain of the first squad, and you will get 15 yuan a month." Mao Yuanshan saw the first squad shooting