"If half of it can be used, then we've struck gold." Old Pavel tore up boxes with a grin on his face. The room was roughly the size of a basketball court. Even if only 30% of the ammunition was good to go, it would still be quite a haul.
The young soldiers couldn't wait to ditch their worn-out rifles and rummage through ammo boxes. After swapping their bird guns for real weapons, excitement was written on everyone's face.
"How are you all going to fight, lugging around so many weapons?" Dantai Zongqi raised an eyebrow, these people were used to being poor and suddenly getting rich made them frenzied. They hung short and long guns all over their bodies, each had at least three guns, and were stuffing bullets into their pockets, trying to use every available inch.
The young soldiers only paused for a moment and continued their haul without paying any attention.
