A Czech light machine gun, five or six Borgman submachine guns, and seven or eight boxes of bullets.

There are also fifty or sixty pieces of 38 large hoods and Hanyang made.

Except for Hanyang, the rest are the wealth that Marshal Zhang saved when he was alive.

Among all local warlords, the Northeast Army's equipment is the most advanced.

There were about one hundred people, all wearing ragged clothes, and several of them had big holes on their cotton jackets and trousers, revealing the blackened cotton inside.

The officer riding on the horse was dressed neatly, but the military coat on his body was so dark that it could not tell the original color.

"I guess this is the Fourth Head of the House?" The officer riding a horse hugged his fists.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Ye Xingzhong snorted coldly, "Be more slick, am I still anxious to go back for the New Year?"

"Okay, please feel free!" The officer gave a thumbs up and jumped off the horse's back.

"Search the fourth head of the family. If you are satisfied, this business brother will do it..." the officer pointed to the weapon on the sledge and said.

Dog-Damn's pretending to be quite similar?

Ye Xingzhong glared at the officer secretly and circled around the weapons on the sledge.

They are all good things, and the worst ones made in Hanyang are at least 70% new.

If Ye Xingzhong really does an arms business and sells it to local warlords, this batch of guns can be sold at least four or five thousand oceans.

“Do, why not do it?”

Ye Xingzhong waved his hand and rushed down from the earth slope by more than a dozen men, unloaded all the guns and ammunition on the sledge, and loaded them on several carriages behind the earth slope.

"What you want is inside. If you want to see it, hurry up. I'm still in a hurry to go?" Ye Xingzhong said impatiently.

The officer was not angry and followed Ye Xingzhong to the ground.

Ye Xingzhong used a flashlight, illuminating it up and down, left and right.

Several nests were opened, and they were covered with grain bags.

The officer estimated that it was at least 20,000 to 30,000 kilograms.

There seems to be a lot of food, but if both sides really do business, Ye Xingzhong will take a big advantage.

The prices of Peking and Tianjin are comparable, with one tumble of wheat and one tumble of rice being 4 yuan. The average price of one pound is just over three cents.

It was transported to northern Shaanxi and doubled at the most, and even 30,000 pounds were less than 2,000 yuan.

But this is reasonable.

Who would be willing to do business with bandits without two or three times the profit?

Even if you act, you have to act more realistically.

"This favor is a big deal!" After counting the grain bags, the officer rubbed his hands excitedly.

"That's a big deal!" Ye Xingzhong kicked a quilt at the base of the wall, squatted down and lifted up a wooden board.

Below is a cellar with more than a dozen ordered wooden boxes.

These days, Ye Xingzhong has been sleeping on it. No one except him knows what is inside.

The officer jumped out of the cellar and opened a box containing eight ceramic jars.

Ye Xingzhong untied the box cannon, and knocked it twice at the mouth of the altar with the gun handle. The entrance of the altar fell neatly.

A scent of medicine hits my face.

"God knows if you will start working with the Central Army again. I am afraid that you will be found, so I can only give you the most ordinary goods..." Ye Xingzhong explained.

This is an ordinary treasure pill, which is sold on the market. I don’t have to worry that someone may wonder if it was resold to the Red Army.

The officer's eyes heated up.

If you don’t have clothes, you can hold them together to keep warm, you can lack food, and you can also eat wild vegetables by eating tree bark, but if there is no injury medicine, the injured comrades can only wait to die...

"Thank you, thank you..." The officer rushed to hold Ye Xingzhong's hand.

"Don't be anxious!" Ye Xingzhong slapped open, took out a wooden box from his arms and handed it to the officer, "This is sulfonamide. I only brought ten pieces this time, so save some use!"

The officer's breathing stagnated, and a craziness flashed in his eyes.

He has heard of this thing many times, and it is the first time he has seen a real thing.

The real life-saving thing is priced at gold.

And most of the time, you may not be able to buy one with gold bars.

The officer was so excited that he couldn't even say thank you.

After a long time, he took a breath, covered the wooden box, stuffed it into his arms, and held Ye Xingzhong's hand tightly: "I'll say 'thank you' to your boss for us!"

Ye Xingzhong didn't say anything.

Thank you for what you should say, but he didn't know how the two parties contacted each other.

What a strange thing. Even though people are in the United States, they can still contact organizations?

"I won't say much, I'm still rushing back!" Ye Xingzhong smiled and asked again, "Where is the place to receive the gun?"

The officer took out a map and pointed the way to Ye Xingzhong.

Not far away, at most ten miles.

But the Loess Plateau is not only full of mountains, but also many ditches. If no one is instructed, Ye Xingzhong may not find it for three days and three nights.

"Okay, just be happy, I'll leave first!" Ye Xingzhong patted the officer on the shoulder.
Chapter completed!