Leonid stepped forward and took one out of the box, closed the lid of the crate again, pulled down the bolt and fired the empty gun.

The movement of the mechanism is smooth, and so is the sound.

The Albanian thought it was a gun test, but it wasn't over: he didn't even look at the gun, so he dismantled the gun into parts on the cover of the wooden box like a trick, and after reading it, he quickly loaded the gun back, pulled the bolt and fired it in the air.

"The gun is good, and the level of not opening the box for 21 years is about the same as when it first appeared.

Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, what about the date of manufacture of the guns here?"

Lieutenant Colonel Baluku did not answer directly, but looked at an infantry lieutenant named Muftiou, who said: "The production date is between 69 and 75 years, there is no particularly early, the quality is fine." ”

Leonid opened the box again, directly took the four remaining assault rifles on the upper floor, removed the wooden partition positioning plate on the upper layer, and took one more, then took out two magazines from the bottom, and tested the spring pressure in his hand.

No problem, just as powerful as when I first came out.

As soon as Leonid showed his hands, he let the other party know that these two people are absolute experts, and don't think about shoddy.

Saying...

Leonid showed the blind man in vain, this cave was built with the help of the Huaxia people even the war-ready highway outside, and the guns in the warehouse were also made in China, as long as the Albanian white-eyed wolves have not opened the box and used it, it is strange that the guns here will have problems!

The Red Devil is a human being, not a god, and it is inevitable that he will do some useless work.

After walking a hundred meters inside, Vasily randomly ordered three boxes, and when they were opened, they were all brand-new five-six punches and five-six light machine guns, the quality of which was not to be said, one of the boxes was still stabbed with a gun.

I also looked at two boxes of old guns equipped with the army, Lieutenant Colonel Baluku didn't brag about it, they are at least eighty percent new, and they are all in good condition, and they are definitely sought-after goods in Africa, let alone in the United States.

Americans love five or six punches, not to let imports even more.

There were only guns and no ammunition, and the same was true in the warehouses on both sides, a few of which were still empty.

Vasily asked if it had been sold, but it turned out that it was not, it had been a spare arsenal for the Tirana garrison for the last ten years, so more equipment had been transported.

“... However, Mr. Cannavaro, we don't just have one cave here, there is also a cave group more than 100 meters away, and there are more goods over there.

Moreover, there are many, many such arsenals with us. ”

"Where's the bullet?"

Vasily asked.

"Next door, a lot. Not only guns, but also cannons and shells, if you need anything, you can talk about anything, I can take full responsibility. ”

Take a new gun, an old one, and the group will get out of the cave.

The four soldiers closed the heavy door, and the others continued along the concrete road, and Lieutenant Colonel Baluka lit a cigarette.

He smoked one when he was in the office, and it seemed that he was addicted to cigarettes, and the smell of this cigarette was a little strong, it was a cigarette produced in Albania.

This will be in Albania rich people are basically smoking Marlboro, this kind of cigarette can be used as money in the black market at any time, smoking is said to be quite face-saving.

However, it is relatively out of stock and expensive.

Gilardino would have given the lieutenant colonel some cigarettes as a small gift, but he still smoked cigarettes from his own country, either because of taste preference or because the guy was a poor man!

Lieutenant colonel officers, officers who have the ability to dump arms will be poor ghosts?

He's the one who puts him in the foreground, and there's someone higher standing behind him.

It's normal to be poor, at least that's what Vasily judged for the time being—Baluku was wearing what seemed to be a half-new Inag, and one of the two sergeants was wearing a Chinese-made Shanghai card, at least 15 years old.

The watch in the hands of the second-highest-ranking Captain Berisha here is also an Inag, a quartz watch, a bargain.

And then look at the shoes, except for Baluca, everyone else is wearing the kind of leather shoes issued by the army, which are already a little old.

Mr. Lieutenant Colonel was wearing civilian products, and they were not new shoes either, although the quality should have been very good.

As Gilardino said last night as he drove around the city of Tirana and familiarized himself with the environment, the capable and qualified Albanians are leaving the increasingly hopeless country, as are government officials and military officials.

Even if they don't want to go or can't go, they will send their families to Italy or other Western European countries, because the country is becoming more and more insecure.

It is said that the eldest son of Mr. Lieutenant Colonel may be studying in Italy, but it is not known where it is for the time being.

Fortunately, even if Mr. Lieutenant Colonel sees the money, he must consider whether his son in Italy has returned to Albania first.

Mercenaries can't owe money, and arms dealers can't have black money, and this principle is more applicable in most places and in most cases.

Children need money to study, immigrants need money, and their own salary is not enough, let alone the current arrears of military salaries, otherwise these officers who can manage the arsenal will not do this.

But it's not easy to sell, relying on customers like Gilardino to make a fuss, Baluku's gang has at most to make ends meet, and it really doesn't have much money.

If a person has a weakness, it is good, and if he lacks money, it is a big flaw!

After walking a distance of 100 meters, I came to the entrance of a cave, and the soldiers opened the door of the storehouse, and there were no boxes stacked on both sides of the passage, and everything was placed in the storehouse dug into it on both sides.

Walking into the first storeroom, Vasily was still full of Chinese characters and Arabic numerals—layers and rows of densely packed bullet boxes.

Baluku was haphazard, and a soldier moved a wooden ammunition box in the direction he pointed.

The weight is 29 kilograms, and the batch number is written with black pigment on it, and it was produced in January '71.

The soldier wanted to open it, but Vasily, who was on the side, signaled to stop first and asked, "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, are the bullets here painted steel or copper-clad steel?"

When was the earliest lot number?"

It was Lieutenant Muftiu who was the actual manager of the arsenal to answer.

"In 1965, 76 years at the latest. All of them were high-quality copper-clad steel, and the number of painted steel bullets used for training was very small, and the proportion was almost negligible, and I remember running out of them long ago. ”

In the 70s, China also produced painted steel bullets, but at that time, the products were produced to save copper, and they were generally only used for training, which was a little different from the starting point of the green shell bullets produced in the Soviet Union in the 70s.

The shelf life and requirements for training ammunition will be lower, and Huaxia can use high-quality copper-clad steel shell shells instead of producing its own green shells when fighting against Vietnam.

Hearing this, Vasily said: "Then let's find two boxes of 60s production and take a look?"