Chapter 1326: Zhang Cheng

On a moonlit night, in a dilapidated temple, people were bustling.

Suppressing his voice, Zhang Cheng searched for useful things in the surroundings.

Squatting in front of a stall, Zhang Cheng stretched out his hand and said, "This number! Give me the gun!"

"No, it's too little! This is a Mosin-Nagant, it's been on the battlefield, a good thing that fought the Japanese devils!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, the stall owner revealed a section of the Mosin-Nagant with a cloth, his eyes filled with reluctance.

Hearing the other party's words, Zhang Cheng looked around and said, "I'll add a bit more, one hundred and fifty! Plus these bullets!"

"What are you buying a gun for?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng suspiciously, the stall owner asked in confusion.

"I'm going hunting in the mountains! Can't I? Don't break the rules!"

Watching the stall owner inquire about his purpose, Zhang Cheng turned serious.

Because no one could ask about the things he bought from the black market!

"Fine, one hundred and sixty, I'll give you all of these!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, the stall owner thought for a moment and finally decided on this price.

Taking money from his pocket, Zhang Cheng handed it to the other party.

Packing the Mosin-Nagant in a cloth bag, Zhang Cheng walked toward the outside, and also bought a piece of venison weighing less than two jin, which cost him four yuan.

After walking out of the dilapidated temple, Zhang Cheng found a place to take the Mosin-Nagant apart, looking at the worn-out gun barrel and the remaining parts, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

Because there was a problem with the precision of this gun, but it wasn't a huge problem.

But being able to get a Mosin-Nagant at this price, Zhang Cheng could be considered to have made a profit; after all, using a Browning for hunting was fine, but it would be troublesome when facing large prey.

Although he could take out a dagger and go hard, he couldn't possibly take off his clothes every time before hunting.

One must know, in this era, cloth coupons were a very troublesome thing.

And the coupons for the whole year weren't enough to make a set of clothes; if you were tall and strong, it was even more troublesome!

Otherwise, there wouldn't be the saying: "Sew for three years, patch for three years, mending and patching for another three years!"

As for why Zhou Rong could dress up brightly every day, that would have to be asked of this lick-dog Cai Xiaoguang!

Humming a little tune, Zhang Cheng walked leisurely on the road, preparing to return.

In an era of supply by coupons, the price of a jin of pork was about seven mao six, but the premise was that you could buy it.

So Zhang Cheng wouldn't refuse the four-yuan venison; after all, this thing was very hard to get!

Without ability, eating meat? Being able to eat cornmeal buns until full was considered an ability!

Walking all the way toward Guangzipian, Zhang Cheng suddenly stopped his steps and turned his head to look at a position not far away.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt something was wrong.

"Grenade, be careful!"

A roar rang out, and Zhang Cheng immediately widened his eyes.

Because there seemed to be a round object in the sky smashing toward him.

"My Ni Ma?"

Revealing a look of disbelief, Zhang Cheng really hadn't expected that someone would be playing with "firecrackers" in the middle of the night!

"Boom!"

Under the violent explosion, the snow piled on both sides of the road was blown away.

Dodging to the side quickly, Zhang Cheng stood up, reached out to wipe the snowflakes off his face, and said, "Who, who the hell threw the grenade!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The sound of gunfire like popping beans rang out, and the originally quiet night instantly became lively.

Hiding in a corner, Zhang Cheng drew his Browning with a backhand motion and prepared to rush up.

However, in the next second, Zhang Cheng slapped himself and said, "Wait, me appearing here in the middle of the night doesn't make sense!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng decided to hide and wait for the matter to end before speaking, otherwise, if he suddenly rushed out, he would easily be treated as an "enemy"!

"Captain, Captain, are you okay, Captain!"

A roar rang out, and the police officers who were launching a fierce attack suffered casualties.

Watching them being blocked by the courtyard used by the enemy, and hearing the sound of submachine guns from inside, Zhang Cheng climbed onto the roof next door, took out the Mosin-Nagant, and aimed.

The moment the battle began, the positions of both sides appeared in his mind.

"One at eight o'clock! Four more behind, this is catching a nest of enemy agents!" ===== CHAPTER 1327 =====