Reborn in 80: Starting with hunting in the mountains to get rich

Chapter 346 APS Russian Submachine Gun

Li Ju'an asked Chen Xiangqian where the APS Stechkin submachine gun he had brought with him last time had gone.

He still remembered when Chen Xiangqian was in the ranch brigade, he pulled out an APS Stechkin pistol. That pistol was so good that you couldn't buy it even if you had money back then; you had to have connections to get it.

He touched the gun at that time, and he really liked it.

He teased Chen Xiangqian, saying, "What did you say last time you were so obedient? You said, 'Brother, take me with you next time we go into the mountains. We won't split the profits or pay anything, we'll even pay you out of our own pockets. This submachine gun will be our contribution.' And now, you're stubbornly sticking with me into the mountains?"

The APS submachine pistol, with its metallic body gleaming with a cold, black sheen, resembled a discreet hunter in the night. Its rustic wooden case gave it a striking resemblance to the classic Mauser pistols of World War II. It used 9x18mm Makarov ammunition and was equipped with a generous 20-round double-stack magazine.

What impressed Li Ju'an most was the rate of fire of this APS submachine pistol. Theoretically, it could unleash a furious 800 rounds per minute, sweeping everything away like a storm. When precise shooting was needed, it could easily switch to semi-automatic mode, flexibly handling various complex situations.

If Li Ju'an had this Russian weapon in his hands, and stepped into the deep mountains and forests, whether it was a cunning pack of sly shrews or a ferocious herd of wild boars, he could simply pull the trigger, switch to semi-automatic mode, and with its astonishing rate of fire, he would be no match for anyone.

As a weapon for self-defense, this APS submachine pistol was undoubtedly Li Ju'an's ideal choice, as it could be used for both offense and defense.

Chen Xiangqian scratched his head sheepishly and said, "My dad confiscated that APS."

"Why were they confiscated? What did you do?"

It turned out that after Li Ju'an left the ranch last time, Chen Xiangqian pestered Wang, the ranch's headman, wanting to learn how to hunt. Wang, having no other choice, took him to Old Chen, the forest ranger.

Lin Yuan Lao Chen also had an old gun, an old-fashioned gun left over from the 1960s, which used to be called a "foreign gun".

The cannon was long and slender, with a dark, deep barrel, into which gunpowder and fine iron shot were slowly loaded. At the end of the barrel, a flintlock mechanism was cleverly embedded. Whenever the trigger was pulled lightly, the tiny igniter cap on the flintlock would emit a spark that instantly ignited the gunpowder in the chamber, followed by a roar and billowing smoke.

One day, Chen Xiangqian, filled with enthusiasm and almost pleading, made a bold request to Lin Yuan Lao Chen: he wanted to carry that foreign cannon to hunt roe deer.

Upon hearing this, Old Chen couldn't help but smirk. Hunting roe deer with this foreign cannon? He thought to himself, if the roe deer could actually be hit by such a heavy object, it would be incredibly lucky, truly a rare occurrence.

However, faced with Chen Xiangqian's persistence and indomitable spirit, Old Chen finally softened and agreed, half-jokingly and half-seriously. Little did he know that Chen Xiangqian possessed a hidden courage that few others knew about.

Chen Xiangqian was a man of courage. When he encountered a group of roe deer from a distance, he actually lay in ambush, crept over along a shortcut, and pulled the trigger.

The gun barrel was already filled with gunpowder and fine sand. Chen Xiangqian carried the gun out to hunt roe deer.

With a deafening roar, the gunpowder was suddenly released in the narrow barrel. The high-pressure airflow, carrying countless sharp iron pellets, burst forth like a storm. They spread out in the air, forming an impenetrable killing net, capable of causing damage within a hundred or two meters.

A roe deer, stunned by the sudden loud noise, stood frozen in place, unfortunately becoming a victim of this "rain of bullets." Iron pellets rained down on its body, leaving a dense, horrifying array of wounds. However, this seemingly fatal blow did not quite take its life.

The cannon's power was scattered; it didn't hit any vital organs, nor did it kill the roe deer immediately, but it was in excruciating pain. It was plunged into endless agony and struggle.

Having tasted success that time, Chen Xiangqian carried his foreign-made gun on his shoulder every day, striding proudly into the mountains to hunt as if it were a precious treasure. Whether it was a nimble leaping cat or a colorful pheasant, they all became his prey.

In the ranch's first canteen, one could often catch a glimpse of Chen Xiangqian carrying his prey, a beaming smile on his face, like a triumphant warrior striding across the threshold.

He raised his voice and called to the aunties in the canteen, asking them to skin and cook the fresh jumping cat so that they could add an unexpected treat to everyone's meals.

As a result, Chen Xiangqian, the division commander's son who had previously been unknown in the ranch brigade, became famous overnight. His undisguised arrogance quickly spread to every corner of the ranch. Workers and young people alike cast curious glances at this division commander's son who enjoyed special treatment.

The young people all knew about it. The division commander's son received special treatment; he didn't do any work and spent his time hunting wild game in the mountains, which angered many people.

The matter was reported to the division commander, who was furious. He called his son back and confiscated his APS submachine gun.

Chen Xiangqian was now like a whelped fighting rooster, assigned a secretary position by his family, a job he found utterly miserable.

He complained to Li Ju'an, "Li Pao, I admit I was wrong about this. But Dad can't treat me like this. I'm a grown man, and he's making me sit there with a bunch of young women, with the older women acting as secretaries. Can you believe how aggrieved I feel?"

Li Ju'an laughed heartily after hearing this, thinking to himself: Well done!

He patted Chen Xiangqian on the shoulder and said, "Good job, Division Commander!"

Chen Xiangqian made a bitter face and said, "Li Pao, why are you making fun of me?"

Li Ju'an sighed, somewhat regretting the APS submachine pistol, and said, "It's not a joke, it's just that foreign guns are really too old. Next time you go hunting in the mountains, you'll have to use a good gun like the Russian APS. That way, the division commander will have face to be proud. If the division commander has face, he won't get angry and confiscate your gun."

Chen Xiangqian's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Really?"

He was really excited, thinking that next time he could secretly sneak back the APS submachine gun and follow Li Ju'an into the woods, so that his father would definitely not scold him again.

He said to himself, "Dad is stubborn and can't back down on his own, so we have to give him a way out, right?"

Li Ju'an found it amusing that he had taken it seriously.

The division commander's son is a warm and generous person, and his heart is so pure. He even felt a little sorry for the kid when he teased him.