It was not exactly a fortification. To be exact, it was a barracks.
Four square towers that were more than a hundred meters tall stood at the four corners of the camp. From the bottom to the top of the towers, there were densely packed cold iron pipes of different sizes that looked like porcupines. Apart from that, almost every ten minutes or so, a fighter jet would fly across the sky, circling and scouting in the wilderness.
There were bomb craters everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. It was as if a war could break out at any time.
Every time the plane made a thunderous noise, there would be a commotion in the forest, like a gust of wind. Even if he could not see it, he could imagine the countless mutated beasts running in the forest.
"There are more than 20 such forward bases in Hedong City. This is the closest one." Qian Dakui was used to such situations, so he was not surprised. He turned to Luo Yuan and said, "Let's go through the paperwork and rent some weapons."
Luo Yuan snapped out of his thoughts. "Can we rent any kind of weapon?"
"As long as you can carry it and have enough food stamps." Yang Dawei smiled and made a money-counting gesture. "Rifles, sniper rifles, heavy machine guns, grenades … they can all be rented. They know that if they don't have such powerful weapons, they will die in the wilderness."
They got out of the car and Qian Dakui opened the trunk. There were some cold weapons inside.
"Sometimes cold weapons are more useful. Guns make too much noise and attract a lot of mutated beasts," Zhang Chao said calmly. Zhang Chao said faintly. He then picked up a Reverse Zigzag Crossbow and checked it skillfully. Then, he picked up a military knife and wiped it on his pants. His actions were very straightforward.
Yang Dawei picked up a Nepalese machete. Qian Dakui took a dagger, stuck it on his waist, and then closed the trunk. Seeing Luo Yuan's strange expression, he explained awkwardly, "Don't look at me like that. I'm a machine gunner now. There are too many things, and I can't handle it."
"You don't have to explain. I'm not laughing at you," Luo Yuan said with a smile.
Just then, another car came over and stopped right next to the Jinbei car. The door opened and five people got out. They looked at them as soon as they got out. Qian Dakui and the others' faces darkened.
They looked at each other and then looked away. Obviously, they did not want to start a fight in front of the barracks.
"Who are these people?" Luo Yuan asked after the group of people had left.
Qian Dakui's face was gloomy, but he didn't say anything.
"I don't know. All I know is that he's from Hedong City and he doesn't get along with us. We've had a few conflicts before," Yang Dawei said, looking embarrassed.
Luo Yuan felt that Yang Dawei was being insincere, but he did not ask further.
Under the inspection of a few soldiers, they walked into the heavily guarded barracks and entered a small building where even the bricks were exposed. The first floor was a simple hall. The people from Hedong City were going through the formalities at the counter in front.
Seeing them coming over, one of them gave them a provocative look and made a throat-slitting gesture. The others immediately burst into laughter.
Qian Dakui's face alternated between red and white as he ground his teeth. Just when Luo Yuan thought that a conflict was inevitable, he took a deep breath and could not hold it in anymore.
The atmosphere was a little depressing. Not only Qian Dakui, but Zhang Chao and Yang Dawei were also angry but did not dare say anything. Their faces were as black as the bottom of a pot. Luo Yuan noticed that there was a hint of fear in their eyes.
Something was definitely wrong. Luo Yuan looked at the five of them carefully. One of them felt something and suddenly turned around to look at Luo Yuan with an ambiguous smile on his face.
His perception was not bad. It was already very sensitive for ordinary people. It seemed that the person they were afraid of must be him.
But … he did not look like one. He looked too ordinary. He did not have the temperament of a strong person. He was the kind of person that would be lost in a crowd. Even if he just stood there, people would not be able to notice him.
Besides, the leader was obviously not him. He looked more like a peripheral figure.
Strange, too strange!
Luo Yuan frowned and pondered.
When the five of them left, Luo Yuan felt that Qian Dakui and the other two people were relieved. The atmosphere also relaxed a little.
After paying 100 catties of food stamps, Luo Yuan received a piece of paper stamped with the seal of the 16th Regiment, 7th Battalion. He then went to an office next to a military warehouse.
A slightly chubby middle-aged man was sitting loosely in the office. Although he was wearing a military uniform, he looked more like a businessman. When he saw Luo Yuan and the others enter, he smiled and asked, "What do you need?"
Yang Dawei, who was in charge of logistics, asked Luo Yuan what kind of weapons he wanted. Luo Yuan waved his hand. To him, a knife was enough. Even if he had a gun, he would not be able to shoot accurately.
Yang Dawei hesitated and glanced at Qian Dakui. When he saw Qian Dakui give him a look, he did not ask further. Instead, he turned to the middle-aged officer and said, "Director Huang, we want a Type 56 light machine gun, a Type 88 sniper rifle and a Type 81 rifle with a grenade launcher, just like before. Did the price increase again?"
"It's still the same price, but it might increase soon. After all, our military spends a lot of money every day." The middle-aged officer did not even raise his eyelids. He took out a calculator and pressed it for a while. "The deposit is 12,000 catties of food stamps. What kind of bullets do you want?"
Yang Dawei did not believe him. He pursed his lips, but there was nothing he could do. Even if the other party increased the price, he could only grit his teeth and say, "20 armor-piercing bullets, 1,000 regular bullets, five grenades and eight grenades!"
The middle-aged officer quickly calculated again. "That's a total of 16,850 catties of food stamps."
Yang Dawei took out a leather bag and quickly paid the bill. The middle-aged officer suddenly smiled like a standard salesman and asked, "Do you want a mortar?"
Yang Dawei asked suspiciously, "What model?"
"A Type 60 mortar. Very well maintained. It's as good as new. It's quite powerful too!" The middle-aged officer said with a smile.
Yang Dawei discussed with the others for a while and shook his head. "Forget it. It's too noisy!"
"That's a pity." The middle-aged officer smiled.
Although Luo Yuan was not a fan of the military, he could see that most of the weapons provided by the military were obsolete. Many of them were not even used by the militia.
However, it was normal. Instead of keeping these weapons in the strategic reserve warehouse, it was better to recycle them. Not only could they increase their income, but they could also slightly reduce the pressure on the military in Hedong City.
Next, the three of them took the approval, collected their weapons from the military warehouse, and left immediately.
After passing through the last checkpoint, the Jinbei car jolted for five minutes on the bumpy ground caused by the repeated bombardment of artillery, and finally stopped in front of a forest.
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