What should he do then? In the following days, everyone found that Wang Zhenyu was no longer as proud as before. He was depressed and unhappy all day long, as if he had encountered some annoying things.

  "It should be that Master Kuai and the others have returned to Hunan, leaving us behind alone, which would make Master unhappy, so he's being so troublesome." Yang Wanguo, who thought he had figured out Wang Zhenyu's thoughts, said with a self-satisfied tone while stroking his goatee. Song Xianfu and the others listened and nodded in seeming understanding.

  Wang Zhenyu thought about it over and over, but he had no money, no people, and no territory. This was the most realistic reflection of his current situation. He didn't think that he could be like those protagonists who traveled through time to later generations, with a single snap of their golden fingers becoming a great warlord, then completing national unification ahead of schedule, eliminating Japan, and defeating the Soviet Union.

  What's most depressing for Wang Zhenyu now is that he clearly knows the next chapter of history will be one of warlord infighting, but he doesn't even have the capital to become a warlord himself.

  The army is small, with only a few soldiers. But what about the money? Except for the 100,000 yuan that Li Yuanhong rewarded them with a one-time bonus a few days ago, there's nothing left. As for the territory to station the troops, it's an even more unattainable dream. With such limited resources, let alone becoming a warlord, even a single dismissal order could easily bury their own future. It doesn't even need any legitimate orders; if a more powerful warlord sees them, they might be surrounded and disarmed, and if they're lucky, they'll only end up back home eating plain rice, but if they're unlucky... it's too scary to even think about, why is their fate so miserable?

  Marx and Engels both said that the original accumulation stage of capital is filled with evil. But where is your first bucket of gold filled with evil, where are you? Wang Zhenyu gazed at the end of the Yangtze River like a autumn water, there was only a sky and the surging Yangtze River water flowing, flowing, flowing...

  By November 25, Wang Longzhong suddenly changed his temperament before departure and repeatedly urged Wang Zhenyu like an old woman. For example, listen to Huang Siling's words, be careful and cautious, bring the troops well, and turn in time when encountering risks, don't always take adventures like Hankou, people who like to take risks on the battlefield basically can't escape death.

  Wang Zhenyu sincerely felt the concern from his uncle, hastily nodding in agreement and not caring whether what he said was reasonable or not.

  The whole team had set off, but Wang Longzhong suddenly turned his horse's head and ran back: "Look at this memory, Uncle forgot one thing"

  Wang Zhenyu was taken aback: "Uncle, you said what thing, I'll go and do it for you!"

  Wang Zhenyu looked so serious, Wang Longzhong smiled and said: "It's not a big deal, didn't we catch Song Xiquan who escaped with his troops in Yueyang?"

  Seeing Wang Zhenyu's confusion, he added another sentence "Isn't the military officer who was said to have escaped with a large amount of ammunition by the Hubei Military Government being held in your camp all along?"

  "A big shot of ammunition" Wang Zhenyu suddenly felt a thrill, a strange feeling emerged from his brain. He really didn't remember this person, because when the disarmament and capture took place, that Wang Zhenyu hadn't fallen off his horse yet, while this Wang Zhenyu was still selling buns in the future. Although he also inherited Wang Zhenyu's memories, it wasn't like everything could be recalled at any time.

  Wang Longzhong didn't care about that, and continued to speak: "We haven't been paying attention to the military supplies, I reckon they're either lost or hidden somewhere. We never had a chance to investigate, and after we arrived in Hubei, we were busy with defense and battles, plus no one asked about this matter again. As time passed, I really forgot about that old guy. Now that I'm going back to Hunan, strictly speaking, it's like deserting the battlefield, I don't have the face to see Commander Huang anymore. You'll have to make a trip, tomorrow take all those dozen or so captured military officers and send them to Commander Huang, how he interrogates them is his business, and I, old Wang, won't owe them anything!"

  Wang Zhenyu had no idea when Wang Longzhong left, his mind was already focused on this "big ticket military supplies". Coming from the future, he may not be clear about other things, but one sentence is remembered with utmost clarity: What business in this world makes more money than drugs? None, it's just military supplies.

  He thought for a moment and then called Ma Si-cheng over, asking in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, are we holding someone named Song Xi-quan here?"

  Ma Xi Cheng nodded silently, seemingly clear about this matter.

  Wang Zhenyu's brain turned around, and he put his arm around Ma Xicheng's shoulder and whispered in his ear. Then he called Zhao Dongsheng over and gave them a few soft instructions, and the two of them nodded repeatedly before quickly leaving.

  Currently in the entire second camp, Wang Zhenyu trusts these two the most. Naturally, especially important matters can only be handled by these two.

  In the evening, after inspecting each class as usual, Wang Zhenyu finally returned to the camp after a busy day. Just as he took off his shoes and lay down on the bed to catch his breath, Ma Xicheng rushed in wearing a white shirt, with a strong smell of blood still lingering on him. Wang Zhenyu suddenly remembered what he had entrusted Ma Xicheng with during the day, and his eyes lit up: "How was it? Did you get a clear answer?"

  Ma Xi Cheng turned around and looked around cautiously, saying in a low voice: "That Song guy's mouth is really hard, no matter how we interrogate him, he won't say anything. But one of his deputy officers was scared by Zhao Da Ge Zi and confessed everything."

  "Huh?" Wang Zhenyu regained his spirit, sat up straight and gestured for Maxi Cheng to continue speaking.

  "According to the officer, they followed Song Xicheng and escaped with more than 10,000 Hanyang-made rifles and nearly 2 million rounds of ammunition from the arsenal. That night, they pulled almost twenty cars."

  Wang Zhenyu has also been in this era for about half a month, but judging from the speed at which the damaged rifles are replenished by the military, production capacity is still very limited. It's estimated that it would take Hanyang Arsenal a whole year to produce 10,000 rifles. Good grief, Song Xiquan really is bold, and this mess he's caused will probably affect the expansion plans of the Hubei militia.

  "What about those things? Where are they now?" The whereabouts of these things is what Wang Zhenyu is currently concerned about.

  Ma Xi's voice became even smaller: "That officer said that at the time, he was afraid of being pursued and blocked, so he didn't bring it on the road. After using a car to pull it out from the arsenal, Song Xi-quan took his trusted officers and buried it somewhere along the Yangtze River. Not many people know about this, and except for those who were killed by us in Yueyang, all the survivors are in our hands. As for the place where the guns are hidden, that officer said he was present at the time and can find them."

  Wang Zhenyu touched his cheek and thought for a moment: "Notify Yang Wangu's left team to gather, the battalion department is just you and Old Zhao following me..."

  In the dead of night, a militia force of around two hundred people, accompanied by over twenty horse-drawn carts, made their way towards the Yangtze River. The hiding place for the guns was already more than twenty miles away from the front line, so the patrols were not very strict. Occasionally, when they encountered patrolmen who came to investigate, the officer leading the militia would pull out a transfer order issued by the wartime command center from his right chest pocket and flash it in front of the inquirer's eyes. This militia officer was Yang Wanguo, the leader of Wang Zhenyu's left battalion. As for the transfer order, it was actually the original order issued by Huang Xing to transfer troops to the Dangyang area. It was purely out of curiosity about historical artifacts that Wang Zhenyu had kept it, and now it came in handy tonight. Fortunately, many people at this time were illiterate, so as long as they saw the red seal and the password was correct, and the other party was indeed one of their own, they wouldn't be suspicious and would let them pass after a brief questioning. They walked all the way to the edge of a forest near the riverbank without any unexpected incidents occurring.

  Isn't it true that things can't get any worse than they already are? Why isn't Murphy's Law working this time, Wang Zhenyu muttered to himself.

  "Ah, it's here, isn't it? I remember it was this grove of trees." Song Xiquan's deputy had a good memory.

  Yang Wanguo led his team into the forest, and with the deputy officer's guidance, they successfully retrieved a large batch of military supplies. Wang Zhenyu began to have doubts again, as the quantity of these military supplies was indeed a bit too massive.

  At this moment, the military supplies are more valuable than gold. If those with ulterior motives find out, these people will definitely not be able to leave Hubei alive. Ten thousand guns! The annual output of the Hanyang Arsenal is only seven thousand, such a large batch of military supplies is enough to make everyone forget about revolutionary comrades and class friendship.

  In the future, Wang Zhenyu had fantasized countless times about suddenly becoming rich, whether it was picking up a wallet full of money or winning the lottery. But when a windfall actually appeared in front of him, he hesitated and became afraid. He had already thought that getting rich wasn't something everyone could do, this thing has risks!

  He opened one of the boxes, and as he gazed at the Han Yang-made goods illuminated by the torches, Wang Zhenyu's face turned pale and his throat swallowed hard several times. Never mind, what was the point of hesitating? He wanted to eat meat but feared it would be smelly? If so, then this life would probably end up just like the previous one - a complete failure.

  It was just a thought, and Wang Zhenyu thought for a while, but his greedy thoughts finally took over. So he ordered Yang Wangu to take people with horse-drawn carriages to pull these large boxes back to the camp first, and if someone asked, they would say they were transporting supplies to the front line. As for that transfer order, don't use it again, just keep it for yourself, in case you encounter someone who recognizes it and causes unnecessary trouble.

  Yang Wanguo was also a personal fine, when he saw these black boxes, even if he didn't know what was inside. On the one hand, he felt extremely surprised at the sheer number; on the other hand, he had some small excitement about Wang Zhenyu letting him do this errand. In his opinion, if the superior entrusted himself with things that couldn't be seen in public, that was trust, and he had to get the job done first. Therefore, he listened very carefully to Wang Zhenyu's repeated instructions, and then immediately let his brothers load the boxes onto the car and set off.