651: C651 Rice for Machine Gun

C651 Rice for Machine Gun

In the following period of time, the assembly area underwent a vigorous reform, and the entire Grand Green Mountain gathering area sank into a fiery hot construction.

Firstly, Zhu Min's side, with the cooperation of Xu Liqiang, changed the original Transaction Hall's name to follow Zhu Min's requirements and changed it into a handover platform.

Although he had only changed his name, the method he used was completely different.

Originally, some of the disorderly shops in the Transaction Hall courtyard were forced to close, and were turned into enormous warehouses, which stored important materials such as medicine, petrol, food, weapons, clothes, etc.

Some of these supplies were provided by the gathering grounds authorities, but of course, most of them were supplies that the Corpse-killing Mass s had obtained.

In front of each warehouse, there was a room that looked like a front door. A few public officials were responsible for collecting the materials handed in by the survivors. They would then settle the items and return them according to their value.

Of course, the ones who were mainly responsible for handing over the platform were the Corpse-killing Mass s who dared to go out and look for materials. After all, only they had the surplus materials in their hands.

When they saw that they could exchange the materials for guns and ammunition, they burst into an uproar.

Although Wang Yi had already set this plan a long time ago, he didn't have enough time to implement it for various reasons, so this time, he might as well take advantage of this reform to push it out.

However, these weapons and ammunition were not given to them for free. They would need real money and materials to exchange for them.

"Military assault rifle, twenty catties of rice!"

"Damn, are these guns so cheap?" Someone said with an excited expression.

For ordinary people before the apocalypse, it was too worthwhile to exchange 20 Jin of rice for a rifle.

"Look below."

Another man pointed to the large bulletin board in front of the weapons warehouse.

"The rifle weighs twenty catties of rice, but the bullets are ten rounds for one catty. It's simply too expensive!"

Nowadays, there was no lack of guns in the gathering area. Even with the 20 to 30 thousand of all kinds of guns that Hsing Ying had left behind, the number of bullets was limited. Furthermore, there was no way to replenish them, so it was naturally more expensive.

Of course, in the business world, the prices were clearly set. If they wanted to buy, they would buy. If they didn't want to buy, no one would force them to sell.

"Light machine gun, 40 jins of rice, 80 jins of rice …"

The group of Corpse-killing Mass s around the large signboard in front of the weapons warehouse were all discussing. Quite a few of them were somewhat impatient, but in the end, no one went up to exchange for guns.

"Damn it, I got a hundred catties of food outside. I'm going to get a heavy machine gun. I want the rest of the food for bullets!"

A brawny man walked over with a big bag of grains on his back.

"Alright sir, please wait a moment."

The staff member immediately went up to the sturdy man and weighed the food he brought. After confirming it was one hundred kilograms, a few soldiers carried a large wooden chest over and placed it in front of the man with a clanging sound.

"Sir, this is the heavy machine gun you exchanged. Please accept it." staff member said with a smile.

This was the first order after the platform was established.

"I'd like to see whether food can be exchanged for a spear!"

The brawny man said in disbelief as he stepped forward and lifted the lid of the wooden box.

"Hua!"

The surrounding crowd could not help but burst into an uproar.

Inside the wooden box covered in hay, a heavy machine gun about one and a half meters long and completely black appeared before everyone's eyes.1

The heavy machine gun had a hideous shape. There were three fixed support frames underneath it. Wherever the pestle was aimed, a chilling air assaulted their faces.

Although the ordinary guns didn't deal much damage to zombies, the heavy machine guns were completely different.

The caliber of this toy was 12.7 mm, and it could even break through several layers of steel plates. However, it was useless against tall zombies like Giant Corpse and Strong Corpse.

Even so, if they met with a small group of zombies and had such a powerful weapon, it would be enough to turn the situation around at a critical moment.

"Holy shit, so the rice can really be exchanged for machine guns …"

The brawny man could not help but mutter to himself.

"Of course, Sir. As you are the first survivor of the platform that we handed over in exchange for supplies, we have decided to gift you five hundred rounds of heavy machine gun ammunition."

staff member said with a smile. The soldier beside him immediately brought over a box of ammunition.

"There's even a gift?"

The brawny man was startled for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"I want to change my machine gun too!"

"I want to change my rifle!"

"Machine gun …"

The crowd erupted into a clamor, but most of them wanted to change their machine guns, and there were only a few rifles.

After all, to them, the damage a rifle could inflict on zombies was far less than a machine gun.

staff member hurriedly said when he saw the situation. "I'm sorry, gentlemen. Due to the newly established handover platform, there are only ten heavy machine guns per day."

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