The Beiyang Army units began to assemble on a large scale, and such a big news could not be concealed at all, especially the intelligence personnel of the Special Service Division who were always staring at the Beiyang Army.

Almost as the Beiyang Army units started to move, the special service personnel lurking everywhere sent this information back to the south through radio waves.

"What! The Beiyang Army began to assemble on a large scale?" The special service personnel in the Special Service Department who were responsible for receiving and sorting out the information were shocked when they saw the emergency information collected from all over the north at almost the same time. They immediately picked up the phone number beside them without hesitation. "I must report to the Director or Young Marshal in person, where are the Director and Young Marshal? Okay, I understand!"

Bang!

After deducting the phone number, the special service personnel grabbed the telegram recording the large-scale gathering of information by the Beiyang Army and rushed out of the office in a flash.

In the west of Nanjing City, the Southern Alliance's arms reserve warehouse.

The huge arms warehouse was filled with all kinds of guns and ammunition, long spears, short guns, grenades, and artillery, and boxes of bullets and shells were piled up like mountains. Everyone who saw this arms warehouse for the first time had to sigh at the strength of the Wang family. The Sichuan army was able to rise strongly in such a short period of time, and sufficient and powerful arms were undoubtedly crucial.

"Uncle, this is one of the largest arms reserve warehouses of our Southern Alliance. Just pick any kind of arms you want." Wang Mo introduced to his uncle beside him.

"This" Liu Jingcheng was stunned by the dazzling array of arms in the warehouse on the spot. I'm afraid the arsenal of the Western powers is just like this.

Wang Mo smiled slightly, and didn't care about Liu Jingcheng's shock and disobedience. He intended to show his strength. It would be best to pass on it to the Chinese in Nanyang through Liu Jingcheng. This might be of unexpected help to him in the future.

"Let's pick the rifle first. Because of the logistics supply needs, the various units of our Southern Alliance have implemented the standardization of rifles. Currently, they mainly use the two rifles made by our own Hanyang and imported Mauser 1898." Wang Mo said, and opened a box next to him, grabbed a brand new rifle, pulled the bolt with a "click", slightly checked the preservation of the rifle, and handed it to Liu Jingcheng, continuing to introduce, "This is the Hanyang-made rifle produced by the Hanyang Arsenal in Hubei Province, and the German 1888 Commission rifle. Although it is not as good as the imported foreign gun, its performance is stable and practical in all aspects, and it has passed the test of the domestic battlefield. The most important thing is that it has high cost performance. The current price of Hanyang-made rifle is less than half the price of imported foreign guns."

Wang Mo strongly recommended Hanyang rifles with good quality and low price. Liu Jingcheng denied them without much consideration. He shook his head and said, "Money is not a problem, as long as the best gun. Xiao Mo, you don't have to consider the issue of money. The Nanyang Chinese Federation Chamber of Commerce is definitely much richer than you imagined, and now they are willing to spend money on this."

The Chinese in Nanyang are now like children holding gold ingots in a downtown city. Whether their lives can be saved is a problem. As long as they are not fools and idiots, they will not be stingy with the money for buying arms.

Wang Mo originally wanted to sell some Hanyang building and train the military team of Hanyang Arsenal to give a little help to China's industrialization process. However, since the Chinese in South China want to be the sucker to give money, he naturally enjoyed it.

Wang Mo walked to the other side, opened a box again, took out a brand new rifle, and with a "click", he also checked the situation of the rifle, handed it to Liu Jingcheng, and then said: "This is an imported Mauser 1898 rifle. Currently, the active rifle of our Sichuan Army elite is used for sharp bullets, with a long range, strong penetration and high lethality. Even in the world, it is a first-class military rifle."

"What a good gun!" Liu Jingcheng praised in satisfaction, pulling the bolt from time to time.

"Because it is an imported foreign gun, the price is a bit expensive. Each Mauser 1898 rifle costs 70 yuan." Wang Mo said.

When Liu Jingcheng heard this price, he was stunned. Just when Wang Mo thought he thought it was expensive, he shook his head and said, "Xiao Mo, is this a normal market price? Nowadays, arms trading is based on normal market price, especially in the case of the Nanyang Chinese Federation Chamber of Commerce."

"Uncle, what do you mean" Wang Mo looked at Liu Jingcheng with some confusion. Could it be that such a fair price is still expensive?

"70 yuan per ocean is too cheap. Well, I think it's only 100 yuan per ocean." Liu Jingcheng said unexpectedly, and he added 30 yuan per rifle to each rifle.

This is not a small amount of money. The military purchases are at least tens of thousands of rifles, and each rifle is priced at 30 yuan, which means hundreds of thousands of oceans.

There was no buyer who took the initiative to bleed like this. Wang Mo was a little amused. After all, he was a close uncle, so he couldn't cheat him so ruthlessly, so he said, "Uncle, isn't this price too much?"

Before Wang Mo could finish his words, Liu Jingcheng waved his hand and said without any doubt: "It's settled. I've said it again and again. Money is not a problem, and there is no need to save!" Speaking of this, he smiled slightly, "And I also said that this money was collected by the Chamber of Commerce. I can't spend a few more money on your uncle."

Since this is the case, Wang Mo is not embarrassed to eat the fat meat delivered to the door without eating it. Given the current situation of the Chinese in South China, the price of purchasing arms is not an exaggeration compared to the black market price.

After picking up the rifle, Wang Mo then introduced several light and heavy machine guns one after another. Liu Jingcheng was also very proud. With a wave of his hand, he placed a large number of orders one after another.

After a while, when everyone walked to the area where the cannons were stored, Liu Jingcheng's eyes lit up. Before Wang Mo could introduce them, he took the initiative to walk over.

"What kind of cannons are these? Xiao Mo, I'll sell us a batch of cannons. As long as there are cannons, what kind of Nanyang natives, what kind of Westerners, who will still dare to touch us?" Liu Jingcheng gently stroked the cannon body with metal Guan Ze, as if he was stroking his lover's delicate skin, without hiding his love and desire for cannons.

Seeing the cannon that Liu Jingcheng was touching, Wang Mo rolled his eyes helplessly, because it was a 120mm caliber heavy cannon.

He really dared to choose. The Nanyang Chinese Self-Defense Force had not been formed and there was no artillery soldier, so he actually set his sights on heavy artillery.

Although he did not want to break Liu Jingcheng's beautiful fantasy of heavy artillery, Wang Mo still said tactfully: "Uncle, this is a heavy artillery with a caliber of 120mm, and a heavy weapon of strategic attributes. Even if the Westerners are a little negligent, your chamber of commerce's transportation channels are very secret, but it is probably difficult to transport such heavy weapons into Nanyang quietly."

Foreigners who can colonize all over the world are not idiots who eat a good meal, and the target of the 120mm caliber heavy artillery is too large, so there is absolutely no possibility of smuggling into Nanyang through the surveillance of foreigners. Unless Wang Mo goes to Nanyang in person and then buys it with an industrial mother machine, but now the war is imminent, he obviously cannot leave the country.

Liu Jingcheng understood the key point after thinking about it. He looked at the 120mm caliber heavy artillery that was emitting powerful shock at all times. After a while, he turned his head and looked at a smaller caliber artillery next to him, and asked Wang Mo: "Xiao Mo, then this kind of small artillery can be used as the price is OK. I have to take dozens of them back no matter how hard I have to take them back!"

This time, Liu Jingcheng selected the 75mm Gruson Mountain Cannon, the main field cannon equipped by the elite Sichuan Army. The price is not expensive, the power is not small, and the cost-effectiveness is very high.

There were dozens of mouths, at least tens of millions of oceans. Wang Mo wanted to agree, but considering the situation in Nanyang, he shook his head and gave his own suggestions: "Uncle, even if you can successfully smuggle these artillery into Nanyang, the Nanyang Chinese Self-Defense Force is not suitable for installing field artillery in the early stages of the establishment of the Nanyang Chinese Self-Defense Force, because the field artillery is too bulky and inconvenient to move, which can easily drag down and cause the new self-defense force to expose its movements, thus attracting the encirclement and suppression of foreign authorities."

"That doesn't work, this doesn't work either. If the Self-Defense Force does not have artillery, its combat power will probably be greatly reduced. Can it still take the blame?" Liu Jingcheng frowned and said. He was not that he didn't believe Wang Mo's words, but he just wanted artillery and was worried about the combat power of the Self-Defense Force.

"Of course there are guns suitable for you." Wang Mo said with a turn, pointing to a cannon not far away and said, "In the early stages of the establishment of the Nanyang Chinese Self-Defense Force, I suggest you install such guns."

Liu Jingcheng followed what Wang Mo hoped, but looked a little surprised and asked with doubt: "Can this small cannon be responsible for the matter? Xiao Mo, although this was bought for the Chamber of Commerce, the Chamber of Commerce's masters are not so easy to fool. Money is okay, but things must be useful."

The meaning of this is to suspect that Wang Mo used inferior products as good people and used such artillery to fool the Nanyang Chinese Federation of Chambers of Commerce.

Wang Mo smiled and explained: "This is a Stoke trench mortar, which can be detached and assembled individual soldiers, and has a curved ballistic, which is most suitable for jungle combat with complex terrain. My uncle, don't underestimate this kind of mortar. I can guarantee you that the Self-Defense Force is definitely more useful than the large-caliber field gun."

"If this happens, then it's better. If you want such a small cannon, it's better than not." Liu Jingcheng did not doubt Wang Mo's words, but after all, he had never seen the power of a mortar with his own eyes, and he was always somewhat suspicious.

After selecting the artillery, Liu Jingcheng remained in the arsenal for more than half an hour, listening to Wang Mo introduce him to the arms that opened his eyes like grenades, landmines, etc.

"Report!"

A special service officer from the Special Service Department trotted into the munition warehouse in a hurry.

Seeing that it was the special service staff of the Special Service Division, Canglang, who had been following Wang Mo, immediately walked towards the door of the warehouse.

The special service staff who were stopped by the guards at the door of the arms warehouse immediately handed the telegram of emergency information to Canglang, and at the same time made a detailed report on this.

After hearing the news of the large-scale assembly of the Beiyang Army, even though Canglang's scheming in the Special Service Department over the years was unlucky and he did not dare to delay at all. He hurriedly walked to Wang Mo with the telegram and handed it over, and at the same time lowered his voice and said, "Young Marshal, A-level special emergency information!"

Wang Mo took the message and saw that unlike Canglang and the special service personnel of the Special Service Division, he was not surprised by this, but just smiled coldly and said, "It is probably foreigners who put pressure on our President Yuan. We will fight this battle sooner or later. Since he assembles the troops, we will move too!"

Just when Wang Mo was about to say something, another special service staff rushed to the door of the arms warehouse and reported loudly: "Report!"

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Chapter completed!