After the beginning of winter, the weather became colder and colder, and fewer and fewer wounded soldiers died. Almost as long as they were carried over, there was generally no possibility of infection.

In this month, Li Jinglin completely understood the meaning of the saying that humans are inferior to dogs.

People were dying every day, sometimes five or six, sometimes twenty or thirty at once.

There were all kinds of people who died, some died of malaria, some died of wound infection, and some died of starvation.

It was as if the entire shelter had become a forgotten place, and no one cared about the lives of the defeated soldiers.

It’s not that no one went there to make trouble, none of the people who made trouble have ever come back. It is said that there is a lack of medical treatment and there is nothing the higher-ups can do.

Li Jinglin knew the real situation very well. Medicines had long been embezzled by certain people. Among other things, there were all kinds of medicines on the black market. Even aspirin was available on the black market, but each pill cost five dollars.

In the entire shelter, the people in Li Jinglin's yard have the best life, because almost all the people in the yard rely on Li Jinglin alone to support them.

Li Jinglin started a business of buying and selling, purchasing various materials from the defeated soldiers, and then transferred them to the black market. At first, he did not understand what materials were in short supply and suffered a lot of losses. Later, he gradually understood

Understand the meaning of it.

Thanks to being a member of the military, it is more likely that his purchase price is higher than that of the profiteers in the town. The defeated soldiers who cannot survive will take their valuable things to Li Jinglin and exchange them for them.

They last longer eating.

This of course touched the interests of a group of people on the black market.

Fortunately, this was no longer the time when the defeated soldiers had just poured in. Most of the valuable items had been taken away by profiteers, and they didn't pay much attention to the remaining bits and pieces.

Likewise, the fact that he was wearing the skin of the Central Army was also a deterrent, and the people in the small courtyard had to point to him to live their lives. Everyone understood that protecting Li Jinglin was the key to their survival.

After a fight with a group of locals, the profiteers in the black market turned a blind eye to Li Jinglin.

There is one person missing in the small courtyard. The missing person is a man from Rehe. I don’t know his name. He is just nicknamed Carrot because he is thin and short, with a little carrot head.

In that fight, his head was broken. Everyone thought it was okay, including Luo Bao himself, but everyone didn't take it seriously and bandaged it hastily.

At lunch the next day, everyone celebrated that they had safeguarded their business and made a special meal of bacon stewed with cabbage. Liu Mazi came in and asked Carrot to come out for dinner, only to find that he had died in the house.

He died peacefully, as if he had fallen asleep, with a smile on his lips, as if he was thinking in his dreams that he would finally be able to eat in the future.

There was no heavy funeral, no mourners. Everyone seemed to be used to it. They just erected a stone monument for Carrot, which was different from the many wooden stakes on mass burials. The stone monument was replaced with two Japanese bayonets.

Banya stroked the stone tablet and muttered, "Luobo, you are lucky, you have a tablet!"

Gou Chun, who lived the most heartless life, grinned, "I also want a monument, and I also want a stone."

Erxiao immediately scolded him, "I'm afraid you might get hit."

The few funny men seemed to have no idea of ​​the meaning of death, they were just teasing each other and laughing at each other.

Smiling and laughing, everyone laughed together, until everyone had laughed enough, Xu Dayong said, "Let's go, the living must live."

This can only be regarded as an insignificant episode. After all, too many people died in the shelter, and everyone was a little numb.

The most valuable thing for the defeated soldiers, besides the machine guns, was the bayonet, especially the Japanese bayonet.

The machine gun is too heavy. Generally speaking, the fleeing soldiers don't bother to carry the machine gun.

As for a good bayonet, at least it can be replaced by one made in Hanyang, and it must be the rifled kind.

Because China's steel-making industry at this time was not up to standard and could hardly produce good steel. The bayonets of the National Army usually broke or broke after trying hard, and the bullets were often not enough, so the bayonets became

Emergency supplies.

Only the new recruits would come with their rifles. In fact, in every battle, the shrewder veterans would rather throw away their rifles than their bayonets. In fact, bayonets are much lighter and more useful than rifles.

A soldier only has five or six bullets, and after finishing the shooting, he is ready to fight with his life and use his body to resist the Japanese machine guns and cannons.

The bayonet became important at this time. It could be used for hand-to-hand combat, whistle-blowing, canning, and even cutting vegetables.

Xiaoyuan made a lot of money by flying bayonets.

Not long after, there were two new arrivals in the yard, both from Peiping. One was named Lu Zhenghua, nicknamed Glasses. His face turned green from hunger, and his clothes were relatively neat. The other was named Hong Yuan, nicknamed Slim Monkey, with a wretched look on his face.

.Both of them have studied and are alumni. It is said that they are from Fu Jen Catholic University. Li Jinglin has never heard of it, so he guesses that it is probably a pheasant university.

At first, the people in the courtyard collectively opposed the two people joining the gang, but there were four literate people in the entire courtyard, including Erxiao, who had attended a private school for a year and could at least know a hundred Chinese characters. As for the one who could settle accounts

, except for Li Jinglin, there is no one.

Once the accounting work was assigned, everyone was dumbfounded.

There was no way, everyone could only acquiesce to the two newcomers joining the gang, but their status was very low, and they were the kind that anyone could bully. Even Gou Chun, who was once everyone's bully, could boss them around.

One day, Hai Sheng was wandering around the yard with his head peeping out. When he saw Li Jinglin noticing him, he waved to him furtively.

"What's going on? Why are you acting like a thief? Did you steal the station elder's wife's bellyband?"

Panic flashed through Hai Sheng's eyes, he glanced at the two Peking men, and quietly pulled him out of the house.

"Boss Li, I have a fellow who wants to sell a machine gun. I would like to ask if we can do this."

Li Jinglin was stunned. He knew how valuable machine guns were.

"What machine gun? Czech or crooked?"

Hai Sheng hurriedly raised his finger and whispered, "Speak down, speak down, it's a chicken." Seeing that Li Jinglin didn't understand, he continued to explain, "It's a Lewis machine gun, but it has no bullets."

Li Jinglin frowned, "Imperial caliber?"

Seeing Hai Sheng nodding, Li Jinglin pondered for a moment and then shook his head, "If you don't accept it, you won't be able to sell it. You can't match the bullets. No one will accept this kind of junk."

"What if there are bullets?"

"Are there bullets?"

"Well, it's just not much. My fellow countryman said that at most we can get out a hundred rounds from the warehouse."

Li Jinglin was surprised and listened to the words. As soon as he mentioned the warehouse, he knew that it must be from the military supply side.

"In charge of military supplies?"

Haisheng didn't know that he had let the news slip, so he quickly denied it, "No, he is just a soldier."

Li Jinglin glanced at the other party sideways, "A hundred or ten rounds is not worth anything. Have you ever seen a machine gun stop after firing a hundred or ten rounds? Even if it is a 47-round magazine, that is, two shuttles, the bandits may not be so rare."

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Hai Sheng was a little confused, "Then the last time the crooked gun was out of bullets, didn't it also sell for 150 yuan?"

Li Jinglin patted Hai Sheng on the shoulder, "You don't understand. The crooked handle belongs to a kid. Bullets are easy to find. 38mm bullets are universal. But the British caliber ones are very hard to find around here."

You probably won't find many bullets for hundreds of miles, so just reply to your fellow countryman like this. He knows better about this than us. If he insists on selling it, it will be eighty at most, and he will have to bring bullets."

Seeing that Hai Sheng was a little frustrated, Li Jinglin smiled and said, "Although the big plate of chicken you mentioned is not valuable, other things are still available, such as the formal and Mauser guns. These are all good things. If your fellow countryman can get them,

These are definitely much more cost-effective than that big plate of chicken."
Chapter completed!