Chapter 129: Firearms

  "AK47 - Kalashnikov 1947 model automatic rifle, simple structure, beautiful and cheap, convenient to use, solid and durable, low failure rate, good shooting performance regardless of temperature conditions, especially in windy, sandy and muddy environments, very reliable. Uses gas-operated automatic principle. Rotating bolt locking mechanism. Fires 7.62×39mm M1943 type intermediate power cartridges, with a capacity of 30 rounds from an arc-shaped magazine, effective range of 300 meters. More than thirty countries have equipped this weapon..."

  A military officer in his mid-thirties, holding an AK-47, was speaking from the podium. Every time he said a sentence, the soldiers would take notes, including 18-year-old Yang Ling.

  "Yang Ling, you are the most promising soldier I have seen, so I plan to recommend you to attend military school..." said a military officer in his thirties, patting nineteen-year-old Yang Ling on the shoulder.

  "Yang Ling, you little scamp, are you itching for a fight? You actually dared to break the rules and ran around the playground one hundred times." Twenty-one-year-old Yang Ling knew that even if he ran ten thousand times, it would still be too light, but...

  "Yang, Ling, you... know, I really... miss... miss going home to see my parents, now..." Twenty-four-year-old Yang Ling's eyes were streaming with hot tears as he gazed fuzzily at the military officer in his arms, who was covered in blood. Just as he was about to say something, the officer had closed his eyes forever and would never open them again. Yang Ling wept like a child who had lost a loved one...

  On the third night after the officer's death, Yang Ling hid alone outside a factory, waiting for the gate to open. A pickup truck came from afar and the gate opened... The AK47 in his hand spat out flames...

  Forty-one-year-old Yang Ling, holding an AK-47 in his arms, was muttering something...

  Wu Xiaotian and the others didn't disturb him, they just quietly watched him, all knowing that Yang Ling was now reminiscing about his past. After a while, Yang Ling adjusted his mood, fiddled with the AK47 in his hand, and introduced to the crowd: "AK47 - Kalashnikov 1947 model automatic rifle..."

  Yang Ling's introduction was identical to that of the military officer, not a single word more or less, because this passage had been etched into his bones, and even if he died, he would still bring it with him to hell...

  After Yang Ling finished introducing this AK47, Wu Xiaotian said to him with a hint of embarrassment: "Old Yang, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to assemble all these AK47s."

  "Good" was all Wu Xiaotian said, as Yang Ling began to assemble the gun parts. Wu Xiaotian, who was standing beside him, picked up an AK47 and handed it to Lengzi, saying with a smile: "Lengzi, well done, this first rifle is yours!"

  "Thanks, Tian Ge! I'll definitely use this gun to take down all those zombies..." Lengzi said, patting his chest after taking the gun from Wu Xiaotian. Everyone saw Lengzi's action and burst out laughing. The smile on Wu Xiaotian's face grew even thicker and more radiant.

  Duan Yue saw that Yang Ling had almost finished assembling the guns and asked Wu Xiaotian, "Xiaotian, what do you plan to do with these guns?"

  "One unevolved survivor per branch!"

  "Are the people on Xu Min's side also?" Duan Yue raised his doubts, because he still couldn't trust the survivors on that side. If they just handed over their guns like this, then... Right, Xiao Tian was thinking of this too. Before Wu Xiao Tian could even respond, Duan Yue had already figured out his intention and laughed: "Is it that there are only guns but no bullets?"

  "Right, after all they can't be trusted yet, so all we give them are guns without bullets!" Wu Xiaotian chuckled and turned to face the others, saying: "You mustn't give those survivors any bullets, they're not our own people yet."

  "Alright, Tian Ge!" Da Chuan, Leng Zi and Tang Jiajia responded in unison. They also understood what Wu Xiaotian meant - only their own people could possess ammunition, and they were those people. Especially Tang Jiajia, who seemed to have only heard the three words "own people" from Wu Xiaotian, and everything else had gone in one ear and out the other...

  When Yang Ling assembled all the gun parts into AK47s, he counted them and found that there were more than 40. Then he stood up and said to Wu Xiaotian: "Xiaotian, although the usage of this AK47 is very simple, it still needs training to use it skillfully!"

  "Well, this training is left to you, after all, among the crowd, only you are most familiar with firearms." Wu Xiaotian said directly to Yang Ling: "Everyone needs to be taught, but only those we trust can be taught proficiently!"

  "That's no problem, how many people can be trusted now?" Yang Ling also learned from Duan Yue that there were indeed many survivors in this hotel.

  "Alright, most of them are here, there are a few more outside, I'll introduce you later. Wu Xiaotian seemed to have thought of something and asked Yang Ling: "Old Yang, can you also teach the military combat skills?"

  "They can, they want to learn, I'll teach." Yang Ling did not decline and directly agreed to Wu Xiaotian's request. However, Wu Xiaotian was now very unhappy because before the apocalypse, he often asked Yang Ling to teach him military combat skills, but he always declined, saying it couldn't be spread outside. Now, however, he agreed so readily, which made Wu Xiaotian extremely unhappy. He couldn't help but ask: "Why didn't you teach me before? Why did you agree so readily now?"

  Yang Ling smiled and said, "This is one time, that is another. Before, I was afraid that if you learned combat skills, you would be reckless and cause trouble everywhere, and at that time, you had no foundation to speak of, so how could I teach you? Even if you did learn it, it would be useless. But now it's the end of the world, and every bit of strength counts as an opportunity to survive. I also heard that Duan Xiaozi said they are practicing martial arts now, and most combat skills originated from martial arts, so teaching them is half the work with double the results."

  Wu Xiaotian heard Yang Ling's words and could only purse his lips, but he also ignored Yang Ling who was secretly laughing and directly turned to Duan Yue saying: "We're leaving tomorrow, you guys prepare too!"

  "Now that Old Yang has come to us automatically, why are you still in such a hurry? Can't we rest for a few more days?" Duan Yue knew Wu Xiaotian's purpose, but now he didn't know why Wu Xiaotian still wanted to set off tomorrow.

  "Now that Old Yang has arrived, we should go and meet up with Zi Teng and the others." Wu Xiao Tian still remembered their original agreement - after rescuing Wan Mubiao, they would gather at Wu Xiao Tian's place. Now that Wu Xiao Tian had also completed his mission, it was time to meet up with Zi Teng!