British 77 rifle, Bren light machine gun
Sten submachine gun, Enfield Model 3 and No. 4 rifle.
This is all post-WWII garbage.
"Jing girl, are they going to open a World War II weapons museum?
Taking these guys to a fight, isn't that asking for trouble?"
Zhang Xudong sighed as he looked at the people in the room.
"These are also iron things. They can be used to make a lot of steel, right?" He Jingxian said with a bit of a money-grubber look.
"Forget it. If we give them this garbage to deal with, they will have to spend money to buy more advanced weapons, which will be troublesome.
Leave these weapons alone and keep them for their own use."
"Okay then. I'll listen to you. We don't want these weapons."
He Jingxian said with a bit of regret.
The fourth and fifth warehouses were filled with various weapons. The two men took a quick look and then left.
It wasn't until they entered the sixth warehouse that the two became excited.
There are very few things in this warehouse, just placed alone in a corner of the warehouse, but they are all treasures.
There were boxes of cold medicine, anti-inflammatory drugs, bandages, cotton wool and other medical supplies.
"Brother, these are good, right? This is what we are short of.
These things must all be taken back, not a single hair can be left behind." He Jingxian said happily.
“This can and must happen.
Look at those anti-inflammatory drugs and anesthetics, they are what we are in urgent need of.
If you don't get rid of these things, you will be struck by lightning."
Zhang Xudong ran over and put all the supplies into the west wing of the space.
"Sister, it's really thanks to you that you vacated the house.
Otherwise, there would be nowhere to put these treasures."
"That's what they call 'the old must go before the new comes in.' Brother, is there any warehouse left?"
If it's gone, let's sell it quickly.
Seeing so many good things placed here makes me feel uncomfortable."
He Jingxian said anxiously.
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