Rise From Eight Hundred

The gun is definitely a good gun.

The Browning pistol produced in the United States has a large fan base in China.

The 11.4mm caliber ensures its huge lethality, and it has many advantages such as reliability, durability and easy maintenance.

The company-level officers of the Chinese army are generally equipped with Mauser pistols, and only officers of battalion regiments and above are equipped with this Browning series pistol, which is often called a pistol.

The Browning that can be worn by a commander-level figure like Lieutenant General Guo is of course not an ordinary model, but the Browning 1911a1 produced after 1926. The more beautiful gun shape is only second. It is also the first semi-automatic pistol equipped by the US army.

If you know that this pistol will be used by American cowboys until it is completely retired in the 1980s, you should know the excellent performance of the gun.

In terms of price, the price of this gun in China should be around 80 yuan. Even if it is not as valuable as the pen of Tan Tai Ming Yue, it is not much different. More importantly, even if you have money, you may not be able to buy this type of gun.

In theory, Tang Dao's return gift is definitely not shabby.

In other words, the big reporter gave a pen full of literary and artistic atmosphere, but Tang Dao gave a gun in return. Isn't it too much?

If it were a modern woman, I gave a pen and you gave a gun, can it be more LsP? Who knows, she might throw it over with a smile.

Then Tang Dao saw the fierceness of women in the Republic of China.

Facing the special gift returned by the steel straight man, Tan Tai Ming Yue was quite happy.

Holding the gun, he skillfully pressed the spring clip to eject the magazine with a click, glanced at the full magazine, and then lightly touched it with his hand, and then pushed it in. His seemingly slender hand pulled the bolt with a casual pull, and then held the gun with both hands very standardly and aimed at the front, aligned with the crosshairs, and raised his eyebrows proudly in Tang Dao's slightly surprised eyes: "Your return gift is good, but you have to give me Tao!"

"What? Tao" Tang Dao was completely stunned.

So fast? Is the female *** of the Republic of China so thorough? Or is his thinking a little too old-fashioned, who is the time traveler?

"Nonsense, the holster!" Tan Tai Mingyue looked at the silly goose in front of her and said angrily.

The beautiful reporter obviously didn't expect that the iron-blooded man in front of her actually associated so many messy things in that instant. If she had the ability to read minds, I'm afraid that the safety at the thumb position on the left side of the gun would definitely be pushed open.

Hanging the holster on the belt around her waist, she put the Browning pistol into it with satisfaction. Tan Tai Ming Yue stroked the hair scattered around her ears and whispered, "Didn't you just ask me how I got here?"

Women's thoughts jump around so fast

"Yeah!" Tang Dao said he was all ears.

"That day, you disappeared. The Japanese occupied the Sihang Warehouse, and then the Sihang Warehouse was blown up and became the grave of the Japanese. Everyone thought you chose to hide in the dark and perish with them, but I always thought you and the Sihang Camp would not die, so I have been waiting for you in the concession, waiting for your news, but I have been waiting for four days in a row." Tan Tai Ming Yue lowered her head slightly and whispered.

The hair that had just been arranged fell down again to cover her fair face, but Tang Dao could still feel the tears flashing slightly under her drooping eyelids, and his heart suddenly warmed up.

It feels good to be cared for and concerned about by others.

In fact, Tang Dao and Tan Tai Ming Yue did not spend much time together, only an hour, and in this short time, the two of them were not only ordinary, but even indifferent.

Tang Dao's intuition was very sharp, and it told him that from the first moment Tan Tai Ming Yue saw him, he had a faint feeling of disgust. Although he did not know what he had done to displease the big reporter, it did not mean that he had to get close to her, and during that period of time, he had been thinking about how to rub salt into the wounds of the Japanese army on the opposite side.

However, after Tang Dao returned, he received the fountain pen given by Tan Tai Ming Yue before leaving. Although he also did not know why the big reporter's attitude changed so quickly before and after, it did not prevent him from seeing Tan Tai Ming Yue's appearance in his mind.

Tang Dao certainly did not hate Tan Tai Ming Yue. It was only one reason that beautiful and excellent women were always difficult to make people feel disgusted. More importantly, Tang Dao could "smell" that she had the same "smell" as himself! '.

Tang Dao loves his country and nation very much. From the moment he determined to enter the Green Army Camp, he was willing to dedicate everything for this nation and country, even his life. This point has never changed, no matter where he is or now.

Tan Tai Ming Yue, too.

Although she did not pick up a gun like Tang Dao, but a pen, Tang Dao could feel that the woman had the same feelings as him.

Just like the famous poet Ai Qing wrote in the famous poem he would create a year later: Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply!

She and he are the same kind of people. If this land needs to be nourished by flesh and blood, they would rather become fertilizer.

"We hid, the purpose of the Four Lines War has been achieved, and there is no point in making unnecessary sacrifices." Tang Dao explained.

"Yes! Although I have a mission and must leave, the moment I leave, I still firmly believe that you are not dead." Tan Tai Ming Yue raised her head with a crystal-clear look. "But, I will still worry."

Then, she smiled brilliantly.

"Fortunately, I didn't worry for long. At noon, I heard your name and the news of your four camps from Uncle Wu. At that moment, I was really happy, very happy."

"You and General Wu know each other?" Tang Dao was stunned.

A young lady from Jiangnan and a general of the Northeast Army, they are not related at all!

"Of course, otherwise do you think it would be so easy for me to come to Songjiang with the army?" Tan Tai Mingyue couldn't help but roll her eyes at a certain steel straight man. "Why, do you want me to copy a list of my father's friends for you?"

Obviously, she was confessing tenderly, but this guy led her off track with other questions. If it were the woman, she would probably roll her eyes!

"Ahem, that's not necessary, you continue." Tang Dao spread his hands.

"You want to hear it!" Tan Tai Mingyue kept it a secret at the most critical moment. "I don't want to talk now."

"Uh!"

If it were someone else, Tang Dao would reply 99% of the time: "You don't want to talk, but I don't want to listen!"

But at this moment, no matter how straight he is, he knows that it is inappropriate!

"Do me a favor and I will tell you."

"Okay!"...

An hour later.

Many communication soldiers appeared on the busy construction site in Songjiang City, carrying rolls of telephone wires and laying wires along the trenches.

That is to lay communication lines from the front-line command to the regiment command selected by each regiment. Although each infantry regiment is equipped with field radio stations, they are not as fast as telephones.

The 67th Army did not bring enough telephone lines. Fortunately, there is a telephone and telegraph company in Songjiang City, and there are a large number of wires and telephones in stock in the warehouse, which just solves this problem.

Because there are a lot of surplus, not to mention that each regiment command has telephone lines, even the battalion-level command has a very luxurious request to lay telephone lines, and even all the bunkers in the city wall are installed.

That feeling, not to mention the "country bumpkins" of the 43rd Army felt that they were very good, even the soldiers of the 67th Army felt that they were rich.

But this is nothing.

The soldiers of the 67th Army's communications battalion were still busy installing loudspeakers at various construction sites, and they also sent rare items to various places...

Ps: Today, I will resume the normal two updates. Although Fengyue will not be like some big guys who write 10,000 words a day, Fengyue can guarantee two updates a day. The last old book has 4.3 million words. It took two years to write, 5,000 to 6,000 words a day, and it has never stopped. How to say this, just like young people rely on fierce output, but we mature middle-aged people rely on stability, and there is only stability left, and Dandan is sad!