Rebirth of the Wild Age

A security guard moved a chair, followed behind Song Weiyang, put it down about ten steps away from the big iron gate, and wiped the dust with his sleeve graciously: "Director, sit down!"

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

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

"Let me tell you, the speed of this assembly is faster than that of the regular army," Song Weiyang said, looking at the mountain cannon pulled up, "I'm afraid this cannon is older than my dad."

Yang Dexi was a little worried: "Although our factory is considered to be on the boundary of Dacheng Township, it is next to the urban area, so there won't be any problems, right?"

Yang Xin came over on crutches: "What could go wrong? Gangsters commit crimes, militiamen act bravely, and city leaders will be rewarded when they come."

"Stand!"

"Use the platoon as a unit, all disperse!"

"Using the squad as a unit, line up one by one to form a three-three offensive formation! Prepare to assault!"

"The second row outflanks the left, the third row outflanks the right!"

"Gunner ready, start reloading!"

The old farmers in Chinese tunic suits quickly issued various orders. Although the militiamen moved very irregularly, they looked decent, and they were considered elite in some small African countries.

The gunner actually started reloading, and Song Weiyang was startled: "This thing won't go off, right? It's facing the gate, and if it hits the factory, it will definitely hit the factory building!"

Zhu Laosan was already stupefied when he saw the Shanpao. Although he couldn't understand the PLA's three-three offensive formation, the formation was scary, and he shouted: "My fellow, don't fire, it's all a misunderstanding!"

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

"Pay your guns and don't kill!" The militiamen shouted.

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

"Thieves don't leave empty space... Bah, no, I made a mistake," said the old farmer in a tunic suit, holding a Thompson submachine gun himself, and said abruptly to the sky, "Comrades, let's fire a few shots first to win the prize!"

"Da da da!"

"Bang, bang!"

"..."

All kinds of gunshots rang out immediately, and bullets flew all over the sky.

Before the collection of guns in 1997, the militiamen had live-ammunition training tasks every year, which stipulated how many bullets must be fired-their target shooting training on the second day of the Lunar New Year was actually consuming the remaining share of the previous year. It was rare for these militiamen to show their faces, and each of them, like Sahuan, was grinning and trying to fire bullets.

The more than 30 gangsters have never seen such a battle. The timid ones just lay on the ground with weak legs, even the leader Zhu Laosan squatted down with his head in his arms.

"Bah, bastard!"

The old farmer in the Chinese tunic suit spit out a mouthful of phlegm, threw the submachine gun back onto the tractor, and ordered: "Catch them all and send them to the police station!"

"Open the door!" Song Weiyang laughed loudly.

Yang Xin said to Yang Dexi: "Every militiaman will send a set of gift cans."

"Okay!" Yang Dexi hurried to make arrangements.

Song Weiyang walked out quickly, not bothering to look at those bastards, and shook hands with the old farmer in the Chinese tunic suit: "Thank you comrades for the timely support!"

He Guobing, who is about to become the chief of the security section, introduced: "Director, this is Comrade Qiu Jianguo, deputy county magistrate of Dacheng Township, township armed minister and militia company commander. County chief q, this is Xiao Song, the factory director of our canning factory .”

"No need to introduce, everyone in Dacheng Township doesn't know Director Xiao Song," Qiu Jianguo said with a smile, "Director Xiao Song, if your factory recruits again, you must choose people from our township. They are all solid and capable guys. "

"Definitely, definitely," Song Weiyang immediately agreed.

There is actually 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 busy with 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 added: "Major Qiu, comrades have been busy, come in and have a cup of hot tea."

"It's not that expensive," Qiu Jianguo turned around and ordered, "Separate a squad to escort the gangsters to the police station, and the rest stay put and wait for orders!"

Song Weiyang started chatting with the other party and asked, "Your weapons are very complicated."

Qiu Jianguo said with a smile: "Wan Guo brand equipment. The submachine gun I used just now was passed down from my father's generation. The original factory's bullets have long been used up, and now I use domestic 51-type pistol bullets."

Song Weiyang didn't know much about military equipment, so he didn't feel anything wrong when he heard it.

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 Type 51 pistol is only 7.62mm. With this method, the chamber pressure will directly increase by 50%, and the chamber will explode in minutes. Nothing happened, it can only be said that they were lucky.

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

"Then I'll really hit it," Song Weiyang didn't know that he was trying to die, and he swept up into the sky like a pattern, and his arm was soon numb from the shock, he said in a good mood, "It's fun, it's really fun! "

Qiu Jianguo smiled and said, "Have fun? If you want to play with guns, I will send someone to notify you in advance when the militia company is training for target shooting."

"I will accompany you when I have time," Song Weiyang said cheerfully, "Major Qiu, how about this? Our cannery and the militia are connected as a friendly unit. We usually help each other, and we can also engage in entertainment activities together during New Years and holidays."

"It's no problem, military and civilian fish and water." Qiu Jianguo said with a smile.

The workers in the factory quickly brought gift cans and enthusiastically distributed them to each militiaman, and each gave an extra bottle of water cup cans.

The militiamen were very happy, and some of them pried open with bayonets on the spot, sitting in small groups at the gate of the factory, eating canned food and bragging.

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

They gave away 2,000 yuan before, and now they give away canned food, and promised to recruit workers in Dacheng Township. From now on, the cannery will basically be covered by the militia. Anyone who doesn't have a good eye and wants to make trouble can come and have a try, welcome at any time.

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

Qiu Jianguo's real position is the deputy head of the township and the head of the township's armed forces. In fact, he also wants to catch up with Song Weiyang. Who doesn't know that the Song family and Secretary Fan have a good relationship. The two parties had a great time drinking, and Song Weiyang was so drunk by these people that he didn't even know how to get home.

After breakfast the next day, Song Weiyang took his textbooks to the factory to review. He had just finished two questions when 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."