A security guard carried a chair, followed Song Weiyang with a fart, put it down about ten steps away from the big iron gate, and wiped the dust with his sleeve diligently: "Factory director, you sit!"

Song Weiyang sat on a chair and watched a good show, turned his head and asked, "This militia company is coming fast enough." ”

Yang Dexi said with a smile: "It's a coincidence, every second day of the Lunar New Year, the militia team in Dacheng Township has to engage in target training, and the right is to set off firecrackers during the New Year." ”

"I said, how can this assembly speed be faster than the regular army," Song Weiyang looked at the mountain cannon pulled up and complained, "I'm afraid this cannon is older than my father." ”

Yang Dexi was a little worried: "Although our factory is considered to be the boundary of Dacheng Township, it is close to the urban area, so there will be no problems, right?"

Yang Xin came over on crutches: "What can go wrong? The gangsters committed murder, the militia acted bravely, and the city leaders were all commended." ”

"Stand!"

"Platoon-based, all dispersed!"

"Take the squad as a unit, line up in formation, and form a three-three offensive formation! Prepare for a surprise attack!"

"The second row is outflanked on the left, and the third row is outflanked on the right!"

"Gunners prepare, start reloading!"

The old peasants in tunics quickly gave various orders, and although the militia acted very irregularly, they seemed to be decent, and they were already considered elite in some small African countries.

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

Zhu Laosan was already stunned when he saw the mountain artillery, although he couldn't understand the PLA's three-three offensive formation, but the formation was terrifying, and he hurriedly shouted: "Fellow, don't fire, it's all a misunderstanding!"

The old peasant in the tunic shouted: "Surrender the gun and don't kill!"

"Shoot or kill!" the militiamen shouted.

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

"Thieves don't go empty...... Bah, no, it's wrong," the old farmer in the tunic carried a Thomson submachine gun and said suddenly to the sky, "Comrades, put a few shots first to get a lot!"

"Da Da Da!"

"Bang, bang!"

“……”

Immediately, all sorts of gunfire rang out, and bullets flew all over the sky.

Before the guns were collected in 1997, the militia had a live-fire training mission every year, stipulating how many bullets they had to shoot -- they were actually consuming the remaining share of the previous year by conducting target training on the second day of the Lunar New Year. These militiamen rarely showed their faces once, and one by one, like Sa Huan, they smiled and tried their best to bring disaster to the bullets.

More than 30 gangsters have never seen this kind of battle, the timid ones directly lie on the ground with weak legs, even the leading Zhu Laosan squats down with his head in his hands.

"Phew, bastard!"

The old peasant in the tunic spat out a mouthful of phlegm, threw the submachine gun back on the tractor, and ordered: "Arrest them all and send them to the police station!"

"Open the door!" Song Weiyang laughed.

Yang Xin said to Yang Dexi: "Each militiaman sends a set of canned gifts. ”

"Okay!" Yang Dexi hurriedly ran to make arrangements.

Song Weiyang walked out quickly, didn't bother to look at those gangsters, shook hands with the old farmer in the tunic and said, "Thank you to the militia comrades for their timely support!"

He Guobing, who was about to be transferred to the head of the security section, introduced: "Factory director, this is Comrade Qiu Jianguo, deputy county magistrate of Dacheng Township, head of the township armed forces and commander of the militia company. Q county magistrate, this is the little Song director of our canning factory. ”

"No need to introduce, who in Dacheng Township doesn't know Director Xiao Song," Qiu Jianguo said with a smile, "Director Xiao Song, if your factory recruits people again, you must select people in our township, they are all practical and capable guys." ”

"Definitely, definitely," Song Weiyang immediately agreed.

In fact, there is a very big problem in recruiting local farmers to work, that is, whenever they encounter the busy agricultural season, they all ask for leave and go home to work on agricultural production. The peak season of canned food production often coincides with the busy farming season, and it is more difficult to use than laid-off workers.

Song Weiyang said again: "Township Chief Qiu, comrades are busy, come in and have a cup of hot tea." ”

"It's not that precious," Qiu Jianguo turned around and ordered, "Divide a squad and escort the gangsters to the police station, while the others rest in place and stand by!"

Song Weiyang began to chat with the other party and asked, "Your weapons are very miscellaneous." ”

Qiu Jianguo said with a smile: "Wanguo brand equipment." The submachine gun I used just now was still passed down from my father's generation, and the original ammunition had long been finished, and now it is a domestic Type 51 pistol bullet. ”

Song Weiyang didn't know anything 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 this militia company commander. Thomson uses 11.43 mm bullets, while the domestic Type 51 pistol bullet is only 7.62 mm, such a method, the chamber pressure directly increases by 50%, and the chamber is blown up in minutes to show you - the father and son have used it for two generations, and there has been no accident until now, so it can only be said that they are dead.

Qiu Jianguo asked him to take Thomson and throw it to Song Weiyang and said, "Director Song, you've only seen this thing on TV, right? ”

"Then I'll really fight," Song Weiyang didn't know that he was dying at all, and he swept into the sky like a dog, his arm was quickly shocked and numb, and he said in a happy mood, "It's enjoyable, it's really enjoyable!"

Qiu Jianguo said with a smile: "If you want to play with guns, I will send someone to inform you in advance when the militia company shoots targets in the future." ”

"I will definitely accompany you when I have time," Song Weiyang said happily, "Township Chief Qiu, why don't you do this, our canning factory and the militia have formed a friendly unit, and everyone helps each other in normal times, and we can also engage in entertainment activities together during the New Year's holidays." ”

"That's no problem, the military and civilians are in good hands. Qiu Jianguo said with a smile.

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

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

Yang Xin asked people to inquire about the situation and found that there were actually four militiamen who were temporary workers in the cannery, and he immediately announced on the spot that these people would be turned into regular workers.

I sent 2,000 yuan before, and now I send canned food, and I also promised to recruit workers in Dacheng Township, and the canning factory will basically belong to the militia in the future. If you don't want to make trouble, you can try it, and you are welcome at any time.

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

Qiu Jianguo's real position is the deputy township head and the head of the township armed forces, he actually wants to catch Song Weiyang's line, who doesn't know that the Song family and Secretary Fan have a good relationship. Both sides are willing to drink very happily, Song Weiyang was drunk by these people, and he didn't even know how to get home.

After breakfast the next day, Song Weiyang took the textbook to the factory to review, and just after doing two questions, 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." ”