Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

A few minutes later, Zeng Wangcai sat awkwardly in the passenger seat, just as awkwardly as when he was a wage earner in his previous life and had to ride in his boss' car after get off work.

He originally wanted to call for support, but he didn't expect that the entire class would be involved.

"Zeng Wangcai!" Old Man Yang looked at the back of Zeng Wangcai's head. "From the looks of you guys, you seem to have been training very hard during this period. Are you determined to win the competition?"

"Of course!" Zeng Wangcai turned around and said, "If you don't want to win a battle as a soldier, you might as well go home and farm."

Old man Yang nodded, quite satisfied with Zeng Wangcai's attitude. Then he suddenly remembered that he had originally asked him to get supplies, which was equivalent to farming.

"Don't pull cotton!" Old Man Yang said after he came to his senses, "We agreed that if you lose, you should honestly lead a platoon, and then I will give you a company of people."

"Yes, Commander!" Zeng Wangcai replied immediately, "But Commander, you have to keep your word. If we win, you have to do what you promised."

"You kid...Okay, let's see how badly you lose!"

"Commander, it's unfair. You've already hit our morale before we even beat you. But we're not afraid."

"Okay, I'll wait and see. Let me tell you, there will be a lot of people watching your fight this time..."

Old man Qiu watched the two people's verbal battle silently, without interrupting, and certainly not mentioning the matter of the Eight-One Gun.

Honestly speaking, after meeting Zeng Wangcai, Old Man Qiu couldn't believe that such a young man with no experience in business could actually do something that even a researcher could not accomplish.

However, the drawings are real, and the institute's determination is genuine, so he has to believe it whether he likes it or not.

So, Old Man Qiu also has his own little plans.

Zeng Wangcai once again told Old Man Yang about the bet and asked a big shot whose identity was still unknown to testify before he felt relieved.

He was not worried that Old Man Yang would go back on his word, it was just awkward sitting in the car, and having said this, he had no choice but to say it.

The convoy entered the military region, Zeng Wangcai and his colleagues got off the vehicle and went to report to the division headquarters, and the convoy continued to move forward.

"Old Qiu, is this guy okay?" Old Man Yang asked Old Man Qiu who had been silent.

"Very good!" Old Man Qiu gave an affirmative answer.

"I won't give it to you even if it's good!" Old Man Yang sneered, "Don't think I don't know why you're here. I can tell you that this guy got the blueprint by chance. He's not an all-rounder. Hunting and fishing are his strengths.

"I'm counting on him to bring out a group of guys and work hard to get supplies to feed the entire army. You can't poach them. Food is more important than anything else at this time."

Old Man Qiu disagreed and immediately retorted: "Food is important, but the development of our military's equipment is not important? You have heard the comments of the comrades in the research institute on the gun. If the test is true, it means that Zeng Wangcai is a genius in this area. It is proper to let him enter the research institute or military industrial enterprises to give full play to his talent in this area."

"Don't talk nonsense. His talents are fishing and hunting." Old Man Yang did not give in at all. "When you were in the army, you had a bandit personality. You snatched new recruits and spoils from me. Now you are coming... Zeng Wangcai will never give it to you. Do you expect him to rub a missile for you?"

"It's boring to bring up the past again, Old Yang." Old Man Qiu's tone was much more relaxed, "It's certainly unrealistic to say that rubbing missiles by hand is unrealistic, but if he undergoes systematic training, he might be able to give us a surprise.

"Old Yang, times have changed. We have suffered from poor equipment more than once. Soldiers have to pay with their lives when they have poor equipment. You know this better than I do..."

Old man Yang was silent. Yes, like before, when my team was just starting out, there were only a few dozen people and a few guns. If the equipment was not enough, they could only make up with their lives. But now they are coming again. Who can feel comfortable?

But supplies are also life, they are also life, so how do we choose?

"It's useless to say so much now!" Old Man Yang sighed, "This kid only wants to go to the battlefield and make merit. He doesn't want to stay in the logistics department at all. Didn't you see me betting with him? I think he doesn't want to go to your place either."

"It's easy. Let the most ruthless person under your command compete with him. I don't believe that he can train the troops into top-notch troops after just six months of service."

"I thought so too, but to be honest, I'm really unsure."

"Stop joking. It would be a big joke if your soldiers couldn't beat the pig feeders in the logistics department..."

The driver and the guard were silently listening to the two big guys quarreling over a common soldier. These two close associates of old man Qiu were extremely curious, wondering if the inconspicuous guy just now was so powerful?

In the afternoon, Zeng Wangcai reported in and rested, and the formal competition began the next day.

Old Man Yang was concerned about the outcome of the competition and even the process, so he held a meeting that night to discuss the confrontation.

With the participation of Old Man Qiu, the meeting was expanded. In addition to discussing the competition, they also discussed logistics supplies and so on.

The leading figures of several armies already knew that Old Man Yang's men were having a small-scale martial arts competition, and as "allies" in the confrontation, these people stayed behind to watch together.

The next day, early in the morning, at the 70th Division training ground.

There were twenty-four people standing in front of the division commander Chen Hong, divided into two rows. One row was Zeng Wangcai's row of top twelve, and the other row was the top students from your class three.

"The leaders will come to watch in a while. You are all from the 70th Division. No matter who wins or loses, you must not let down your guard!" After stating the central idea, Chen Hong talked about the competition items. "After research by the division, the Special Operations Team's first platoon has just joined the army, and the leaders have limited time. We will not compete in many items, but only in a few important items.

"First of all, as a soldier, shooting is your main skill. Besides that, when you run out of bullets, you have to fight with bayonets..."

The competition events are: shooting, fighting, a five-kilometer fully armed march and some fixed obstacle courses.

Among them, except for shooting, which requires going to the shooting range, other items are completed on the training ground so that the leaders can watch them intuitively.

"Zeng Wangcai!"

"To!"

"Wang Junsheng!"

"To!"

"You two take the others down to prepare. The first event is five kilometers!"

"Yes!"

Wang Junsheng is the platoon leader of the first platoon of the first company. Like Zeng Wangcai, he personally led the third squad of soldiers to participate in the competition.

When the two squads went down to prepare supplies for the march, Old Man Yang and other big guys came over.

"Report to the commander!" Chen Hong immediately went over to receive them. "The first platoon of the Special Operations Department of the 70th Division and the third squad of the first platoon of the first company of the 208th Regiment are preparing for the first competition. Please give us your instructions!"

"There are no instructions. Just follow your plan!"

"Yes!"

The leaders of a group of groups are all former soldiers. They are not pretentious and there are no facilities such as rostrums. They are all waiting by the side of the training ground.

After a while, twenty-four fully armed men returned to the training ground.

"Commander, did your military district find a treasure? A recruit who has just joined the army for half a year dares to compete with the veterans?"

"Commander, I heard that you made a bet with the new recruit platoon leader. If he wins, he will join our confrontation this time?"

"In this confrontation, each army has brought out its best treasures..."

Old Man Yang couldn't talk about his soldiers' problems at this time, so he said politely: "There is no difference between new soldiers and old soldiers. It doesn't matter if the cat is black or white. As long as it can catch mice, it is a good cat. Just wait and see."