Liang Jian: Lao Li, I'm really not a military expert

"Captain, Lin, you have led us to process 20 submachine guns in the past few days. Am I not testing the guns?"

Zhuzi said with a smile, and quickly handed the submachine gun to Li Yunlong. Li Yunlong took the beggar version of the Thompson submachine gun handed over by Zhuzi, and was disgusted by its ugly appearance. He cursed: "This can also be called a submachine gun, isn't it just a tube connected to an iron box, and the workmanship is so crude, this thing is really so powerful?"

Hearing Li Yunlong's questioning words, Zhuzi immediately complained: "Captain, please keep your voice down. Don't let Lin hear it! I also talked about this problem, but was scolded by Lin! Well, Captain, I'll give you the gun. I...I'll go back first!"

After saying that, Zhuzi turned around and ran away. Li Yunlong looked back and saw Lin Zhenhua standing behind him, staring at him.

Talking bad about someone behind his back, and being heard in person, Li Yunlong, even with his thick skin, couldn't hold it in anymore, and said awkwardly, "It's classmate Lin, I was just looking for you! Monk, quickly bring the roast chicken over, let classmate Lin see if it's fat or not?"

Li Yunlong snatched the roast chicken from the monk's hand and shook it in front of Lin Zhenhua's eyes. Lin Zhenhua, who was a little angry at first, saw the roast chicken in front of him and his eyes lit up and said, "Not bad! Not bad! This chicken is quite fat, and you can smell the spices. This chef has good skills. He will definitely make a lot of money if he opens a restaurant!"

Li Yunlong followed up the conversation and replied, "Of course, this is the roast chicken from Songxianglou. It's a specialty around here. You're in for a treat this time. The puppet army specially arranged this to entertain the Japanese. But you didn't expect it to end up being the one that got the best deal!"

Lin Zhenhua rolled his eyes and said bluntly, "You want to get rid of me just for a roast chicken? You, Captain Li, are dreaming. At least give me a meal of white flour steamed buns at home, and then I will forgive you!"

"You little brat, you have high demands. White flour steamed buns are such a precious thing, but I only eat them two or three times a year. You only eat them once a month, and you are still not satisfied. I really owe you something. I will ask the kitchen staff to steam a pot of white flour steamed buns for you so that you can have enough in one meal!"

After talking about the steamed buns, Li Yunlong was afraid that the boy would ask for something to eat again, so he quickly turned the topic to the submachine gun in his hand and asked hopefully: "Student Lin, how many of this submachine gun have you produced? What is the life of the barrel?"

Lin Zhenhua posed, raised a flag, and introduced it in a heavy tone: "This is the beggar version of the Thompson submachine gun I developed. It is simple to process and manufacture. Using the assembly line, we can produce ten per day. According to the seamless steel pipes we have in stock, we can produce 66. Now we have produced more than 20. Give me four more days to produce all of them!"

"The barrel of this submachine gun has a lifespan of about 500 rounds, and a 20-round magazine can be emptied in three seconds. It can unleash a large amount of firepower in a short period of time, helping us break through the enemy's blockade. This is a powerful weapon I prepared for our next breakout!"

After listening to Lin Zhenhua's introduction, Li Yunlong smiled and said, "You have done a good job, and you have achieved more than I thought. In a few days, the clothing factory will send us 100 sets of new military uniforms. You can keep one set as a change of clothes. It will be my reward to you!"

Lin Zhenhua rolled his eyes and said arrogantly, "Compared to a piece of clothing, I think Captain Li should be more kind-hearted and stop calling yourself "old man" in front of me. If you don't swear every day, I can see that you are uncomfortable all over!"

"Student Lin, I'm used to it, right? I'll slowly change it in the future. Sometimes I say dirty words without paying attention!" Li Yunlong quickly bowed his head to admit his mistake and quickly sent away the plague god in front of him.

Lin Zhenhua took the roast chicken from Li Yunlong, humming a little tune, and went to his residence. Li Yunlong looked at his receding back, looked at the monk who was laughing beside him, and kicked him directly on the butt, making the monk fall flat on his face.

Wei Dayong dusted off his body and said with a wronged look on his face: "Captain, you are unreasonable! I didn't offend you. I just saw you and classmate Lin admit your mistakes. I didn't laugh at you. Why did you kick me?"

Li Yunlong pointed at Wei Dayong's nose and cursed: "Fuck you, you idiot! Do you think I didn't see the smile on your face just now? You were so happy that you looked like you had eaten bee shit, and you still said that you didn't laugh at me!"

"I don't dare to punish Lin, because I value his talent. But I don't have so many concerns about you, the monk. You better keep your mouth shut. Don't let me hear you spread weird things about me. I won't let you go when the time comes!"

Wei Dayong somersaulted to his feet with a chuckle, and said flatteringly: "Captain, I'm a very tight-lipped person. Can you give me half a pound of sweet potato to drink? The glutton in my stomach has been making a fuss. If I'm not careful with my mouth, I might say something I shouldn't say!"

"You son of a bitch, how dare you threaten me! You are a frivolous monk who doesn't follow the rules. You can't even get half a catty, at most two taels, or you'd better get out of here as soon as possible!"

"Two ounces is enough! Two ounces is enough!"

Li Yunlong sighed helplessly, wondering why there were so many scoundrels around him. He picked up the submachine gun in his hand and started shooting at the bundles of grass.

Zhao Gang, who was returning from an inspection, happened to run into Lin Zhenhua carrying a roast chicken. He greeted him, "Student Lin, you seem to be living well. Where did you buy this roast chicken? I haven't heard of anyone selling roast chicken nearby."

Lin Zhenhua replied proudly, "Oh, this is the Songxianglou roast chicken that Captain Li brought back for me. It smells absolutely amazing. Political Commissar Zhao, please come to my house to eat roast chicken later! Don't be polite. I can't finish such a big roast chicken by myself. If I leave it for tomorrow, it won't taste right!"

Zhao Gang agreed to the invitation and asked curiously, "Mr. Lin, how is the production of submachine guns going?"

"Hehe, I can do the work of two people. In three or four days, the production will be ready. Captain Li is testing guns in the back mountain. If you hurry over now, you might be able to shoot one and see how it feels!"

Zhao Gang didn't expect that the submachine gun could be manufactured so quickly. He replied in surprise: "Then I have to go and see the power of the submachine gun!"

"There's one more thing I forgot to tell you. Doctor Wang from the division headquarters called today and asked if you have any deworming medicine that doesn't hurt. He has seen two soldiers who may have worms in their stomachs in the past two days, so he asked you to call him back as soon as possible!"

"Political Commissar Zhao, I don't want to chat with you anymore. I have to call Doctor Wang back right away. See you later!"

"Student Lin, please go over there quickly!"

Lin Zhenhua trotted to the regiment headquarters carrying a roast chicken, greeted Deputy Regiment Commander Xing Zhiguo who was on duty, picked up the phone and called the division hospital. Doctor Wang happened to be waiting in the dean's office. When he heard the phone ringing, he picked up the phone and answered it. Lin Zhenhua's voice came from the microphone.

"Doctor Wang, I'm the Northwest Medicine King. I just heard from Political Commissar Zhao that you had something to talk to me about. Please tell me the details!"

Doctor Wang described the patient's condition in detail. After listening, Lin Zhenhua shook his head like a rattle and quickly replied: "Doctor Wang, you may have made a wrong diagnosis this time. I suspect that these two soldiers may have food stuck in their stomachs and have been unable to digest it for a long time. Give them some hawthorn to stimulate their appetite and give them some laxatives. I think they will be almost cured!"

Listening to the voice coming from the microphone, Dr. Wang hesitated and said, "I think it's better to do two things at the same time. Let them take some deworming medicine first, and then do as you say after they walk. What do you think of this?"

Lin Zhenhua thought about it for a while, then suddenly slapped his forehead. He remembered that he was not a doctor at all, and said angrily: "Doctor Wang's method is more reliable. Just follow Doctor Wang's prescription. I will arrange for someone to send the anthelmintic to you in a while. Be sure to take it according to the dosage, and don't take too much!"

Doctor Wang quickly thanked them over the phone: "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Lin. I want to thank you on behalf of the two soldiers. Thank you for your support for our work!"

The two chatted for a while, then Lin Zhenhua hung up the phone, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and sighed, "I, the Northwest Medicine King, also need to upgrade and improve my medical skills to become the Northwest Medicine King!"