When boxes of arms were transported into the camp of the Wang family's army, it immediately caused a sensation in the entire camp.

The new and shiny Hanyang-made rifles are piled up, and the boxes of yellow, orange and orange bullets are so dazzling and mysterious that all the officers and soldiers are intoxicated, as if these munitions are the most bewitching beauties in the kiln.

Wang Haoshan picked up a rifle, pulled the bolt with a "click", and laughed with satisfaction: "Good gun, really good gun." Ge Laozi, with these guys, who are we afraid of in the Southern Sichuan Revolutionary Army! ”

"It's still handsome, so many brand new Hanyang can be made!" Hao Gang, the commander of the first battalion, couldn't put it down, caressing the shiny metallic body of the gun made by Hanyang, like caressing the skin of his beloved.

Zhang Li, the commander of the second battalion, and Ge Changchun, the commander of the third battalion, were also overjoyed, and they all agreed, and slapped Wang Haoshan's ass. Of course, it's not just sycophancy, a thousand brand new Hanyang are not easy to get, especially in Sichuan, a poor inland province, there is no hard way, no matter how much money you spend, you can't get it.

Wang Haoshan laughed: "You are wrong, it is not my blessing to be able to buy this thousand brand new Hanyang products, this is all your young marshal found a way to get it." You three turtle sons, if you still want good guns and good cannons in the future, you young marshal have to be well confronted. ”

The pride and happiness in Wang Haoshan's words are needless to say, and he also deliberately pointed out Wang Mo's vital role in this military procurement, obviously hoping that his henchmen and officers would have a good relationship with Wang Mo, and at the same time establish Wang Mo's prestige.

A good gun is life for a soldier, so in what posture to face the young marshal Wang Mo, who controls the military procurement channels, the three battalion commanders know very well in their hearts, and they all praise Wang Mo's wisdom and martial arts, and Wang Mo is a little embarrassed to listen.

"Young marshal, in addition to Hanyang, can you buy a better gun?" Hao Gang looked at Shu and couldn't help but ask Wang Mo.

Zhang Li also immediately responded: "Right, it's better to buy dozens of more machine guns, that thing is protruding, it's very exciting!" ”

Ge Changchun followed closely: "That's right, get a few more cannons, don't talk about southern Sichuan, the whole Sichuan is our world!" ”

Before Wang Mo could say anything, Wang Haoshan's face darkened first: "You three turtle sons, you don't know the price of firewood and rice." Buying this 1,000 Hanyang-made and 200,000 rounds of ammunition, Lao Tzu smashed the pot and sold iron. And dozens of machine guns, how many cannons? Sold your three turtle sons for money to buy machine guns and artillery? ”

The boss was angry, and the three battalion commanders were full of scorn, not that they didn't know that they didn't have money to buy machine guns and artillery, but as a professional soldier, they always hoped that the weapons and equipment of the troops would be better.

Wang Mo smiled slightly: "I have a way to contact Western arms dealers, as long as I have money, whether it is light and heavy machine guns, mortars, mountain artillery, and artillery, there is no problem." It's just that foreigners' arms have always been very expensive, especially heavy weapons. Because this batch of Hanyang is based on my classmates at the Baoding Military Academy, I only charged the market price, and even the shipping fee is free, so it will not be so cheap next time. ”

"I don't know how much it will cost to raise these rice buckets for you, and I finally raised money from Fushun up and down to buy Hanyang, and I have to buy machine guns and artillery, what kind of dreams do you have!" Wang Haoshan scolded and scolded, and now he still feels sorry for the 50,000 oceans. Before the incident, he was only a junior officer in the patrol battalion, and he had not saved much money for many years. If it weren't for the fact that he scraped the ground to 100,000 oceans after the incident, he probably wouldn't even be able to guarantee the salaries of his troops.

The three battalion commanders have been in the army for many years, and of course they understand that the army is a bottomless pit that burns money, and just now they said casually with joy, where do you really expect the troops to be equipped with machine guns and artillery, there are not many troops in the whole of Sichuan that can be so generous.

"I have a way to get money, and if it goes well, it's absolutely no problem to buy dozens of machine guns and a few cannons." Wang Mo was a little impatient to fully arm the Wang family's army, because no one knew better than him how the land of China after the Xinhai Revolution was in constant turmoil, especially Sichuan, which was full of military leaders.

"Really?" Wang Haoshan and the three battalion commanders shouted out in surprise almost at the same time.

Wang Mo looked at the noisy and chaotic soldiers in the playground and said, "There are a lot of people here, so let's change places." ”

Wang Haoshan glanced at the three henchmen battalion commanders, then nodded and said, "Okay, let's go to the camp headquarters to discuss, as for the matter of ammunition storage and gun issuance, I will let Cheng Wei handle it." ”

Cheng Wei is Wang Mo's cousin, Wang Haoshan's adjutant, and concurrently serves as the logistics officer of Wang Jiajun, which can be regarded as a cronie among cronies.

Wang Mo had no objection to this, so a group of five people came to the headquarters in the middle of the camp.

Wang Haoshan first couldn't wait to ask: "Mo'er, tell me quickly, is there any way to get a lot of money?" ”

"Artesian well!"

Wang Mo just said these three words, and the four of Wang Haoshan immediately understood what he meant.

"What does the young marshal mean, we take the artesian well?" Ge Changchun frowned.

Wang Mo nodded: "That's right, the artesian well is an important production area of Sichuan salt, and it is not far from our Fushun." If we can take it there, we will not only get a lot of money, but also a long-term stable income. ”

Salt, whether it is directly distributed or collected by sitting on the ground to collect salt taxes, is undoubtedly a huge financial revenue. Even if Wang Haoshan and the four of them are all martial artists who have no ink, they all understand the rich benefits in the word "salt".

Zhang Li said a little worriedly: "It's true that you can get money by taking down the artesian well, but there are still hundreds of people stationed there for a battalion of salt patrols. And, as far as I know, their equipment is not bad, it seems that there are still a couple of machine guns, and they are very strong. Although we have expanded to 1,000 men, most of them are new recruits, and we may not be able to take them. ”

"Smack!"

Hao Gang slapped the table and said fiercely: "I'm afraid of a ball, didn't we just buy a thousand Hanyang Made, it's much better than the old guy in the hands of the Salt Patrol Battalion." Isn't it just a few machine guns, a thousand people rushed in with their lives, and Lao Tzu didn't believe that he couldn't take it! ”

In terms of equipment, in addition to the few machine guns that may exist, Wang Jiajun's brand-new Hanyang-made is definitely better than the guns in the hands of the Yanwu Patrol Battalion, and the strength is also greatly superior. The only thing worth worrying about is that ninety percent of Wang's army is a new recruit, and there is no combat effectiveness at all, and perhaps as soon as he enters the battlefield, he will be so frightened that he will retreat and collapse without fighting.

This kind of matter related to the life and death of the entire group naturally had to be decided by Wang Haoshan, so the three battalion commanders waited for Wang Haoshan to speak.

Wang Haoshan groaned for a while, and finally said in a deep voice: "Fuck, fuck his turtle son." As long as we can do this vote, southern Sichuan will be our brother's territory in the future, and our brother's share will be in the whole Sichuan, which is worth fighting! ”

Wang Mo nodded with satisfaction, his father still has courage, if he doesn't even dare to take this risk, then how can he survive in this troubled world of warlord chaos? If his father gave up, then he would have to give up Wang Jiajun and start anew.

Since it has been decided to send troops to take the artesian well, it is necessary to make adequate preparations, and the first problem is the training of new recruits in the army. Wang Haoshan, a veteran soldier, was obviously very clear about this, and he focused his work on recruit training the next day, and personally took the three battalion commanders to soak in the barracks all day long.

The recruits of the Wang Jiajun were completely equipped, and they were just overjoyed and excited by getting the new guns, and they immediately slipped into the abyss of hell, and the rigorous training every day made them cry bitterly.

Wang Mo did not plan to train these recruits personally, although he had a more systematic and scientific training method, but that would be too time-consuming and laborious. He knew very well that these recruits would be pushed to the front line in a few days, so it was better to wait for a few actual battles with real guns and ammunition, and then select some of the surviving soldiers to form an elite unit of his own.

After half a month of intensive training, the recruits of the Wang Jiajun finally had some soldiers, and after consuming 30,000 rounds of live-ammunition training, they finally had the right point to shoot.

Just when the Wang family army was reorganizing its armaments and preparing to send troops to artesian wells, an uninvited guest came to Fushun Town.

"Shibo, under the impetus of my salt patrol battalion, Luzhou has been recovered half a month ago, and the southern Sichuan military government has also been established, I don't know what Shibo and Shige think?" It was a young officer in military uniform who spoke without hiding the smugness and arrogance on his face.

The young officer who came to Wang Mo's house is called Lu Feng, and his father Lu Yongqiang is the current commander of the salt patrol battalion, and he is also Wang Haoshan's fellow villager and classmate. It's just that Lu Yongqiang is good at drilling. After entering the barracks with Wang Haoshan that year, Lu Yongqiang was promoted again and again because of his bosses, and gradually climbed to the high position of the salt patrol battalion. However, after being in a high position, Lu Yongqiang never looked at his former fellow countryman and classmate Wang Haoshan again, and no longer had dealings with the Wang family.

Wang Haoshan looked at Lu Feng, who was almost carved out of the same mold as his former friend, his brows tightened, and he said expressionlessly: "Your father asked you to come?" Can I help you? ”

Wang Haoshan didn't answer, but directly asked straight to the point, which made Lu Feng, who was pretentious, feel a little annoyed in his heart, but because he didn't have a seizure because of his seniority, he had to say: "The little nephew was sent by the military government, but my father also asked the little nephew to bring a few words to Shibo. ”

"If you have anything to say, just say it, I'm a rough man, and I can't play with those twists and turns." Wang Haoshan didn't save face at all, it seems that there is still some discord between him and Lu Yongqiang over the years.

Lu Feng's face suddenly looked unsightly, but he still suppressed himself: "The order of the Southern Sichuan Military Government is to let Shibo restrain the troops and wait for the reorganization of the military government. As for my father, I hope that Shibo can give up your past suspicions and go hand in hand. ”

Reorganization? Hand in hand? I'm afraid it should be said that it was co-opted.

It seems that the struggle for power and profit within the southern Sichuan military government is extremely fierce, otherwise it would not have been half a month after the recovery of Luzhou to rectify the various areas of Yongning Road. Even so, there are still people who, in the name of the junta, have recruited troops for themselves and expanded their own strength.

Just one Yongning Road is in chaos like this, and you can imagine what the whole Sichuan is in chaos.