For the next few days, Jiang Yan basically stayed in the military camp, studying the only diesel generator in the research group.
"Sister-in-law, this is our regiment's diesel generator."
“Tear it down.”
"ah?"
"Tear it down, tear it down?"
As soon as Jiang Yan arrived, she wanted to dismantle the generator. The soldiers felt very distressed because their regiment only had this one diesel generator and they were reluctant to use it normally.
But the chief gave the order.
Everyone could only dismantle the generator bit by bit according to Jiang Yan's instructions.
at the same time.
Three army green trucks left the Second Regiment camp.
The driver was a soldier from the motor vehicle squad, and in the back seat was a logistics soldier, holding a locked iron box tightly in his arms. There were also two young soldiers carrying rifles in the car.
After leaving the military camp, the three trucks split into three groups and left.
In one of the trucks.
The fully armed young soldier in the back row saw the nervous look of the logistics soldier next to him and couldn't help but joked: "Zhang Ming, why are you so nervous? We are going to collect straw, not to fight."
Logistics soldier Zhang Ming rolled his eyes at him and cursed, "You know shit. Do you know what's in this iron box?"
"Money." The co-pilot soldier interrupted, "Otherwise why would we be fully armed?"
The logistics soldier sneered, "Do you know how much money there is?"
"A full ten thousand dollars!"
Without waiting for everyone to guess, the logistics soldier gave the answer directly. The car was quiet for a second, and then exclamations broke out.
"Fuck!"
“Oh my god!”
"Ten thousand dollars! I've never seen so much money in my life."
They are just ordinary soldiers, and their monthly allowance is only six or seven yuan, or 84 yuan a year.
Ten thousand yuan.
Even if they save for a lifetime without eating or drinking, it would still not be enough.
The young soldier who was driving the car hurriedly warned, "Zhang Ming, hold the money jar tightly and don't drop it."
Zhang Ming said, "Drive more steadily and don't let the money jar fall out, or else it will be your fault."
"My driving skills are the best in the class, don't worry, I promise there will be no problem."
After being shocked, the young soldier in the co-pilot seat said with emotion: "Zhang Ming, your logistics department is really rich. There must be 10,000 yuan in the other two cars."
The little logistics soldier was very proud.
"That's right. Our regiment's feed factory is making a lot of money. Thirty thousand yuan is nothing. Our squad leader said that by the end of the year, our regiment will have a surplus of tens of millions."
"How many?"
"Hundreds of thousands?"
"Is it true? Zhang Ming, you are not fooling us, are you?"
"Of course it's true."
Listening to the surprised words of his comrades, the young logistics soldier felt proud.
In the past, the position of their logistics department in the regiment was a bit awkward. Although it was not important, they were in charge of all the supplies.
It can be said to be important, as they have no military achievements.
Unlike other combat battalions, they can carry out various missions, receive commendations one after another, and even military medals.
Although they work diligently in logistics, it is difficult for them to achieve military merit.
"Zhang Ming, I heard that there are still several hundred pigs in the regiment's pig farm. They must have sold a lot of pigs during the New Year, right? The logistics department should be more generous this year and buy us more military coats."
Zhang Ming shook his head. "The political commissar said that we can't sell the pigs in the farm, so we have to keep them for ourselves to eat."
The little soldiers in the car class were surprised again.
"Leave it all to us?"
"Then won't we be able to eat meat every day from now on?"
Zhang Ming nodded. "Of course. The last time I went to the pig farm, the first batch of piglets weighed 50 to 60 kilograms. They will probably be ready for slaughter in two or three months."
"Oh my god, how lucky am I to be assigned to serve in our Second Regiment."
The co-pilot soldier was very lucky. He was a new recruit this year and he didn't expect that this was the time when the Second Regiment would become prosperous.
The logistics soldier said proudly: "Just wait, our Second Regiment will definitely be the richest regiment in the entire military region in the future."
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