Chapter 93 The Moon Over the Past
Today, while Xie Ning was testing the newly manufactured rifle with the commander, a clicking sound rang out.
This was Snow's first meeting with Xie Ning. No, the first time he met Xie Ning was on a wanted list with a bounty of 100,000 on her head, not her life.
In the wanted photo, Xie Ning is squatting on the battlefield treating wounded Kuomintang soldiers. Shells whizzed past her ears, but they couldn't shake her hands as she bandaged the wounded. Even the rough black and white photo couldn't hide the resilience that came from this woman's very bones.
Isn't that amazing?
A female doctor who had saved countless Kuomintang soldiers was wanted by the authorities, but Snow soon found out why: this female doctor was an exceptional gunsmith, far more so than her medical skills.
Her newly designed rifle is lightweight, sturdy, aesthetically pleasing, highly accurate, and features a sharp bayonet that can quickly disengage and deploy during hand-to-hand combat. It is also less expensive than ordinary rifles.
Snow didn't know much about rifles, but he recognized the rifle's design at a glance because he had seen it in the hands of Kuomintang soldiers; it belonged to Jiang's army, not the Northeast Army.
Upon hearing this, Xie Ning raised his rifle and fired another shot at the target, hitting the bullseye.
Then he said, "If I'm not mistaken, the rifle Mr. Snow mentioned should also be my creation."
The blueprints given to Cai were of this design. However, she was careful because even though this rifle was powerful, it was more expensive to manufacture than ordinary rifles. Therefore, if it really fell into Jiang's hands, he wouldn't have the money to supply other armies besides his own faction.
During the Eastern Expedition, she inspected the Jin army's rifles, which were mostly Hanyang Type 88 rifles, which were less powerful than the rifles and other light weapons she provided from the rear. However, due to limitations in raw materials and equipment, she could not provide many guns, and most of them were supplied to the main force.
Only those of poor quality are given to the guerrillas and other teams.
Even though Snow didn't know much about firearms, she still showed great interest. My God, what an amazing lady.
Listening to Snow's strange-sounding Chinese and seeing Principal Lin's wide, curious eyes, Xie Ning took the initiative to start a conversation in English. Snow spoke much more fluently and was curious about why Xie Ning could speak both French and English.
French is because he studied in France. As for English, it became a subject that children in the new China had to learn because it is the most widely studied second language and is one of the official languages of nearly 60 sovereign countries. How could Xie Ning not know it?
Of course, it's hard to say.
Finally, Snow asked, "Ms. Xie, may I keep your photos?"
After all, he is a special talent, and he usually keeps his identity hidden. If he were to release Xie Ning's photos here, it might bring trouble upon her.
Xie Ning nodded. She thought to herself that yesterday there had been a heated discussion about whether or not she should appear in person. At the meeting, a young military officer with a big beard calmly said, "The report says that Mr. Snow is a reliable journalist who is friendly to the Chinese people. He will report truthfully what he sees and hears in the Soviet area. We need to open a window to the outside world. We should welcome any journalist who comes to visit the Soviet area and give them all the help they need to investigate the Soviet area."
To open a window to the outside world under the blockade, they needed someone to make their voice heard, to let the whole country and the world know what kind of force was here, that they were still alive, that they were not bandits, but staunch communists, working hard to resist Japan and save the country, and fighting for the interests of the people.
Finally, let Xie Ning appear in a good image; if Snow really wanted to hide her, he wouldn't be able to see her.
This reporter was a very interesting person. After they got to know each other, he would come here from time to time to chat with Xie Ning. "There are rumors outside that this place is a communist place with shared wives. When I first came here, they went through my things. I thought those things were going to be confiscated by the communists."
This made Xie Ning laugh out loud, and then he said, "Ning, do you know? Your calm and gentle words are a strange contrast to the KMT's propaganda over the past nine years, which has been slandering Labour Party members as 'ignorant bandits,' 'robbers,' and other abusive language."
Looking at the cornfield with its heavy ears of corn hanging down under the sun, Xie Ning said earnestly, "You are a respectable person."
Not everyone has the courage to cross the long blockade line and pass through that dangerous gray area to get here, nor does everyone have the courage to resist the Kuomintang and show the outside world the most authentic version of this place.
When Snow arrived, it was the hottest time of the year in June; when he left, the leaves had fallen red in October. Xie Ning gave him a finely crafted pistol that he had personally polished and made, and another pistol in a gift box, asking him to help deliver it to the lady who had helped him make his trip to Qinbei.
She had no other skills, except for handling a gun.
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