Taking the Turn and Crippling Four Classes
Recruit training camp, at the corner of the fourth class field.
Qin Jia touched the Type 95 automatic rifle reluctantly. He had served for more than a year and had not fired a single shot. How could he be reasonable?
"Class monitor, where are you kicking me this time?”
Qin Jia said to his fourth class monitor with a pitiful expression. He already knew in his heart that this class monitor had also collapsed because of him.
The class monitor wouldn't be deceived by Qin Jia's expression. This guy was too serious. He actually crippled four classes. As long as Qin Jia was around, no one in the class could walk! This was so f * cking strange!
Qin Jialing had destroyed the reputation of four classes by himself! How could he dare to keep such an ancestor!
The class monitor patted Qin Jia's shoulder earnestly.""The compulsory military service is only two years in total, and it will end in half a year. I've found a comfortable place for you, Cold Weapons Development Factory 107. You just have to spend enough time there to retire.”
As he spoke, the class monitor wanted to take back Qin Jia's weapon.
Qin Jia held on tightly and wanted to struggle.""Class monitor, wasn't I just following the crutches? It's not a big problem, right?”
The corner of the class monitor's mouth twitched." It's not a big problem. The problem is that with you around, everyone in the class can't walk anymore. They're all in the ditch!”
When he first accepted Qin Jia, he had learned from the previous three class presidents that this kid was a good man. He did not believe it. Wasn't it just following the turn? I guarantee that I'll train him well.
In the end, three months later, the class monitor was completely docile under Qin Jia's care. He did not have any temper at all!
Not only were the people in the class led astray, but even he, the class monitor, could not be taught a lesson!!
This was the charm of the crutches!
The squad leader exerted his strength and snatched the Type 95 automatic rifle that Qin Jia was holding tightly in his arms.
Give it to me!
"Get in the car!" The squad leader threw the automatic rifle into the back seat of the Warrior Jeep.
Qin Jia climbed onto the passenger seat helplessly, feeling a little lucky. The class monitor wants to send me to the cold weapons factory?
This was a good unit. Ordinary conscripts could not enter at all. The class monitor is really worried about me. He must have used a lot of connections!
The journey was long. If they were hungry, they could eat something. The class monitor sent Qin Jia to Cold Weapon Development Factory 107 without stopping. He did not dare to delay for a moment.
"The factory is a secret place. I can't go in either. I'll send you here.”
After getting out of the car, the class monitor's tone was much more relaxed.
He finally got rid of this guy!
Qin Jia jumped out of the car and looked at the dilapidated factory in front of him, dumbfounded.
The mighty Munitions Factory didn't even have a factory signboard?
No one cared about the rusted door!
There weren't even any guards at the entrance!
Wu Country's arsenal was under the unified jurisdiction of the military building. It was the most confidential place. All of Wu Country's high-end weapons and equipment were produced in these arsenals.
Needless to say, the higher-ups attached great importance to the Munitions Factory. Their defense and security levels were the highest, and they were all important units.
However, the arsenal in front of him was located halfway up the mountain. It was surrounded by mountains and forests, and its location was very remote. Looking into the factory, it was like an abandoned factory, dilapidated!
Was this really an arsenal?
Qin Jia was a little dumbfounded. He didn't even hear the class monitor's instructions to Factory Manager Song of Factory 107. He didn't even care that the class monitor slipped back into the Warrior Jeep.
By the time he reacted, the class monitor had already turned the car around. He stepped on the accelerator and cursed,""I will never bring any more soldiers in my life. Whoever brings them will have their own grandson!”
His voice drifted out from the window and echoed in the mountains. This voice was filled with three months of grievance!
Qin Jia waved goodbye.”
On the other hand, Director Song was beaming with joy.
In this abandoned factory, he was the only factory manager who guarded the door all year round. Now that there was finally someone to talk to, how could he not be happy? Most importantly, with this kid guarding the door, he could finally relax and go to the outside world to take a breather and meet his old comrades!
"Qin Jia, before you complete your military service, you can stay in our 107 factory.”
"Yes, sir!" Qin Jia was still unclear about the specific situation of the Munitions Factory, so he hurriedly saluted in response.
Manager Song nodded in satisfaction and stuffed a bunch of keys into Qin Jia's hand. He said,"I'm going out to buy some things these two days.”
Qin Jia's head was filled with question marks. He had just arrived, and Manager Song was going down the mountain? "Manager, the reporting process of our factory…" he asked subconsciously.
Manager Song patted his shoulder and said meaningfully,""There are only the two of us in Factory 107.”
"Just the two of us?" Qin Jia's head buzzed and exploded. He was simply stunned.
Even though it was a cold weapons factory that was not valued much, there should not be only two people in the arsenal.
Didn't he say that Manager Song was alone before he came? Wasn't he just a gatekeeper?!
Class monitor, you tricked me again!
After talking to Manager Song, he realized that Factory 107 used to be famous, but later on, the military building focused on developing hot weapons, and the cold weapons factory gradually declined.
The various cold weapon factories merged one after another. The staff of Factory 107 were all merged into the new factory, leaving only a pile of equipment. Because of the memorial significance of Factory 107, the factory was preserved and only a veteran was sent to guard it.
Manager Song had finally hoped that a new person could take over the factory, so he naturally wanted to take this time to go down the mountain to get some fresh air.
He drove a jeep and said to Qin Jia impatiently,""Kid, guard your house well. I'll go buy you some delicious food!”
Qin Jia was still not used to the current situation. She subconsciously asked,"Manager, do I…need to do any missions?”
"Since I have nothing better to do, I should improve my military saber." Factory Manager Song chuckled.”
Qin Jia's eyes lit up and he immediately saluted.""Yes, sir! I promise to complete the mission! Manager, to what extent should we improve?”
Manager Song slammed on the accelerator and said indifferently,"It's a military saber. The sharper, the better. It's best to cut through iron like mud! Alright, I won't talk nonsense with you. It'll be dark soon. I'm leaving!”
Without waiting for Qin Jia's reaction, he stepped on the accelerator and the jeep sped off. This speed was even faster than the class monitor!
Factory Manager Song was actually just giving Qin Jia a perfunctory reply. After all, the class monitor had already instructed him to settle Qin Jia down at his place and complete his military service. He said that he wanted him to improve the military saber, but in reality, he was just letting Qin Jia kill time.
Otherwise, in this desolate place, if he did not find something to do, he would die of boredom.
However, he never expected that his casual perfunctory words would almost make Qin Jia pierce through the sky.
At the entrance of Factory 107, Qin Jia was left alone in a mess.
He came to the Cold Weapon Factory to report, but…Looking at the large bunch of keys in his hand, Qin Jia shook his head helplessly and sighed. He pushed open the door of Factory 107 with a heavy heart.
He saw rows and rows of factories. They were all locked and had not been opened for a long time.
He tried to open a factory and turn on the lights. Rays of light entered his eyes, causing him to squint.
Upon closer inspection, he saw all kinds of military sabers standing in the glass display cabinets. They were sharp and revealed a terrifying beauty of violence!
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