Zhou Weiguo looked at Hu Yong's reluctant expression.
How could he be willing to tell the truth?
These are all good things, but they really exploded. He felt more distressed than anyone else.
But what if we don’t blow it up? When the Japanese troops come back, should we return it to them?”
Yang Dali held some cans next to him and handed them to several people, then laughed.
"Captain, we came suddenly. The Japanese army doesn't know. How about we move as much as we can and hide it. When the time comes, we can take out the things when the big troops come here."
good idea.
Yang Dali's words made Zhou Weiguo look at the people waiting for his order with gleaming eyes: "What are you waiting for? Move it quickly. Move the medicine first, then the mortars, light and heavy weapons, and smoke cigarettes."
Yes, each person should bring two, and don’t need anything else.”
The most difficult thing for the troops to obtain is medicine. Others don't matter. As for food, it will be enough for one person to get some.
If several people have one box each, that's six boxes.
Anti-inflammatories, analgesics, and anesthetics are the first things to be moved away. Alcohol and the like should be moved if they can, and thrown away if they cannot be moved. Anyway, those things can be replaced with high-concentration alcohol.
After walking back and forth three or four times, the medicine was finished. Zhou Weiguo tinkered around and moved some mortars, as well as food.
He did not let everyone waste their energy, but casually loaded himself up a little, replenished some supplies, took off the Japanese military uniforms, blew up a few vehicles and moved them to another place.
Yamaguchi Regiment Headquarters.
Yamaguchi raised his eyes and looked at the time in his hand.
It's less than an hour until dawn.
But why haven’t my ammunition supplies arrived yet?
According to the message sent by the brigade commander, an aviation brigade will launch an attack on the enemy positions in Pingbazi at seven o'clock tomorrow.
And I need to replenish the artillery ammunition before that.
Yesterday, he told the brigade that there was insufficient ammunition, and the brigade commander also told himself about supplies.
But where are the supplies? Up to now, it's less than an hour and a half before the attack, and I haven't seen any ammunition supply trucks at all.
"Ask, has the ammunition supply truck set off?" Yamaguchi couldn't sleep at all after hearing this.
Yesterday, after returning to his bunker in embarrassment, he never dared to go out. After all, the opponent had a sharpshooter.
Although he ordered the sharpshooters to search for the opponent's location, they could not find it at all.
At that time, he analyzed that the other party might be a blind cat and a dead mouse.
How could a country that didn't even have sniper rifles have a super marksman?
Some of their soldiers must have gotten lucky.
But having said that, he wasn't sure, so he carried it at his headquarters until dark.
I didn't dare to go out for activities until night.
Seeing that the opponent's trenches seemed to be dug some more, Yamaguchi felt obviously uneasy when he heard this.
Without artillery suppression, relying solely on aviation reinforcements would be somewhat powerless.
"Your Excellency, Wing Commander, the ammunition supply truck set off four hours ago." The second lieutenant in charge of communications came to Yamaguchi Yiwen and said.
Just this sentence made Yamaguchi raise his hand and give him a slap in the face.
You have to think twice before telling lies.
They set out four hours ago, but they haven't arrived yet. They are turtles.
It took so long to arrive.
"Do you think I'm a pig?" Yamaguchi looked at the somewhat aggrieved telecom second lieutenant and explained with a gloomy expression.
From a common sense perspective, this is indeed wrong.
The newly appointed adjutant next to him also understood what Yamaguchi meant when he heard this.
But the problem is that an officer like the Second Lieutenant of Telecommunications can lie about this matter. He was just reporting based on the information from the munitions office at the brigade.
Signaling the second lieutenant to go down, the adjutant came to him and said, "Your Excellency, Wing Commander, the second lieutenant is just reporting based on the information sent by the munitions department. He himself is not wrong."
Yes, I admit this, but the problem is, where are the supply trucks?
That's gone.
From there, no matter how slow it is, it only takes about three hours, but now, it has been so long, four and a half hours.
Where's the car? Where's the car?
Where is my ammunition? Did it fly away?
"Your Excellency, Captain, will you let the enemy steal..."
Before the adjutant finished speaking, Yamaguchi said directly upon hearing this: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. They have lost their fighting spirit. How can they still be able to attack our supply truck?"
With obvious disbelief in his eyes, after looking at the adjutant, he added, "How many people do they need to conduct an ambush? A battalion, or even a regiment."
"What if they have a special agent team?" The adjutant's words completely interrupted Yamaguchi's analysis.
As the adjutant said, if they had a special agent team, then this matter would need to be reconsidered.
But.
Just these poor people here have formed a special agent team. What a joke.
"Your Excellency, Wing Commander, how about I send someone to take a look?" The adjutant tried his hand at this, but Yamaguchi neither denied nor admitted it.
Seeing this attitude, the adjutant could only go out, arrange a patrol team, and quickly go to investigate the situation.
"Captain, a group of patrols are here, do you want to do it?" Hu Yong saw the lights of two motorcycles in the distance. He came to Zhou Weiguo, who was lying down against a tree trunk, squatted down and asked.
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Zhou Weiguo half-closed his eyes.
Now, he has captured the bulk of this. This patrol is just to detect where the supply convoy has gone.
Anyway, they have been killed. If Hu Yong and the others feel that they have nothing to do, it doesn't matter if they go down and kill them.
"If you guys have itchy hands, you can kill them, if you don't want to?"
Zhou Weiguo looked at Hu Yong.
Hu Yong nodded hurriedly; "I'm happy to, I'll go right away, no, I'll go now." He looked at Xu Hu and Yang Dali.
These three are definitely the typical thorns in the secret service team.
"Yes, yes, we will go right away."
Happy, quite happy.
Both Yang Dali and Xu Hu's eyes were gleaming. The three of them went down with a bang.
Although Li Yarong said he was elegant, he was also a soldier after all, so he followed closely.
Seeing several people going down to intercept him, Tian Jing came to Zhou Weiguo and pushed him, "Why don't you go and help me."
What a joke, four people, a rigorously trained special agent team, have submachine guns in their hands that are comparable to machine guns.
Under such circumstances, two motorcycle patrols would not be able to fight.
Then what qualifications do they have to be called members of the special agent team?
