Additionally, these old weapons suffer from reduced accuracy or effectiveness. A rifle, for example, that hasn't been maintained over the years might lose its precision, missing its target when it matters most. In the hands of soldiers, this could be the difference between life and death. To put it simply, using these relics is like walking into battle with a ticking ti bomb strapped to your back.
No military force as powerful as the U.S. would ever risk such a catastrophe when they have the ans to provide their troops with the latest, most reliable technology.
The CCP, however, doesn't have this luxury. They'll arm their soldiers with whatever is available, as long as it helps win the civil war. The life or death of their peasant soldiers is of little concern.
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What the U.S. military discards as junk—old, rusted weapons—can be sold for high prices to the CCP. For them, even unreliable, outdated arms are worth acquiring if they can bolster their forces While these weapons are dangerous and prone to malfunction, the CCP is willing to take that risk.
"Move everything. Load it all onto the ship and take it back."
"Be careful while handling the boxes, don't let them get damaged."
After giving instructions, Huo Qingtong looked at the old artilleryman and said, "You know this stuff. You're in charge of supervising the operation. From now on, you'll be promoted to a junior manager and receive an extra dollar in daily wages."
The old artilleryman was overjoyed, never expecting that a few words would bring such good fortune.
The guns and shells were carefully loaded onto the ship. Once it was fully loaded, Huo Qingtong sent it straight inland.
This ti the trip was shorter, not even requiring a journey to Tianjin but instead heading to Lianyungang.
By now, the CCP forces had taken the area north of the Yangtze River, with troops stationed along the riverbanks. The person in charge of receiving the goods was soone familiar to Huo Qingtong.
"Any good stuff this ti?" the logistics officer asked with a smile.
In the scrap tal from the previous shipnt, there had been quite a few guns and cannons, so of which were still in decent condition. With a little repair, they could be used. For the current military forces, these old weapons were quite valuable.
Even the scrap tal was good quality, made of the finest Arican steel, perfect for forging tools like knives and hoes.
"This batch is similar to the last, but we discovered a post war supply warehouse. It seems to have been collected by the U.S. military after the battle and then left unattended. We've brought over everything from the warehouse," Huo Qingtong explained.
The logistics officer had initially asked in jest but was pleasantly surprised.
"What kind of goods?"
"Thousands of rifles, both Japanese and Arican, and about 5,000 shells. An expert examined them and said there are mortar and howitzer shells among them."
The logistics officer was overjoyed.
He imdiately organized a team to unload the goods.
After counting the supplies, they found that there were mortar and howitzer shells, all original Arican and Japanese equipnt.
With the civil war raging in China now, this equipnt would definitely sell for a high price.
...
In recent days, Jayce had been deep in thought while patrolling.
He kept thinking about what the Arican tycoon Mr. Hardy said that day: if he ever needed anything, he could reach out to Mr. Victor.
He had been pondering this for several days.
Was it simply because he didn't make Hardy go to the police station to give a statent? In fact, as long as Hardy inford his superior, that would have been enough. After all, even the British Chief Superintendent had to curry favor with Hardy. How could he dare give Hardy a hard ti?
But this seed to be a good thing for Jayce.
As long as he found Mr. Victor and exchanged a few words, he could possibly secure a promotion.
However, that might be the end of the favor.
Should he use it now? But if he didn't use it soon, they might forget about him. After all, he was just a small figure, not soone important enough to stay on anyone's radar.
What he was contemplating was how to use this connection to keep climbing the ladder.
After several days of reflection, he finally decided to visit Mr. Victor. He had rehearsed what to say in the eting.
He had already found out where Victor worked, took the day off, put on a well-fitted suit, and headed to Victor's business office.
"Good afternoon, sir. Do you have an appointnt with soone today?" a staff mber at the reception desk greeted him as he entered.
"Uh, no, I'm here to see Mr. Victor. My na is Jayce," he quickly replied.
"Do you have a scheduled eting?"
"No."
"Then I'm afraid you'll need to schedule an appointnt first, sir. You can register here, and when Mr. Victor has ti, we'll contact you to arrange a eting," the staff mber explained.
Jayce thought to himself how big companies always had so many formalities.
He obediently registered his details.
Just as Jayce was about to leave the office, two cars pulled up at the entrance. Victor stepped out of one and entered the building.
Jayce recognized Victor imdiately and knew this was his chance.
Gathering his composure, he stepped forward. "Mr. Victor, my na is Jayce. We haven't t before, but Mr. Hardy suggested that I reach out to you." Jayce extended his hand confidently, hoping to make a strong impression.
Victor noticed Jayce and shook his hand with a polite smile.
"Mr. Hardy ntioned your na to . What brings you here today?" Victor asked, offering a polite smile.
"I ca today to say that if Mr. Hardy ever needs anything, I, Jayce, would be more than willing to assist," Jayce said.
In fact, it was an outright pledge of allegiance.
He was essentially saying, "I want to be on your team. Will you take in?"
Victor smiled. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-six."
"How long have you been a police officer?"
"Two years."
"What's your current position?"
"I'm a Senior Police Constable, squad leader of a patrol unit."
"I'll make a call later and arrange your transfer to the plainclothes division. Gain so experience there. Do your best, and more opportunities will co," Victor said.
Jayce was overjoyed.
Being transferred to the plainclothes division was already a significant step forward.
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