Wang Chengzhu thought about the practical functions given by the system, but unfortunately the Bilashelle airship platform was relatively small and could not transport hundreds or thousands of tons of grain at a time.
If possible, he would like to make more trips like ants moving. Pull the goods from the public warehouse to the private warehouse, and then use lifting method at night to move the basket of goods to the southern column camp, getting there in one step.
Unfortunately, for the time being, I can only think that it is not appropriate to act like this in a place where the invader's army is stationed in large areas.
After thinking about it, Wang Chengzhu complained about the plot planning of the game. The princess of Tianjie was a bit picky, and because of the friendship between Kuangbi and Sheji, he gave her a private yacht. If it was the Sky Noble aerial battleship, he would dare to attack her now.
The navy of the Kingdom of the Rising Sun and the navy and army aviation force collect air rights protection fees.
Unfortunately, it was just a fantasy in his mind, and Wang Chengzhu sighed in the face of reality. The Bilasher basically had no armed facilities, and usually relied on clouds to block its sight to ensure safety.
The middle-aged man who was the liaison officer at the traffic station listened to Wang Chengzhu sigh and said nothing. He just refilled the empty tea bowl. He believed that he could not solve this problem. There was really no way to solve the objective situation. The traffic station was not only responsible for maintaining the transmission of information.
function, we also need to transport some scarce supplies out of the country.
The most troublesome thing for the middle-aged man recently is actually the lack of funds. His traffic station has not received funds from the headquarters for nearly a year. The only way he can survive is by relying on his strong faith and a strong family background.
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Wang Chengzhu watched the tea bowl in his hand gradually become full from empty, a wisp of hot steam rose up, the screen in front of his eyes scrolled, and he subconsciously said: "Mirage."
The middle-aged man didn't respond and asked, "Comrade Wang, what did you say?"
"Nothing, the tea is almost full!"
"Oh, sorry, I got distracted."
"Comrade, I have the idea of transporting grain out of the city, and now I need an unloading site."
The middle-aged man was startled for a moment, then realized what Wang Chengzhu was talking about, and said quickly: "This is simple. We are standing in the villages and wild areas outside the city. There are more than a dozen transfer yards and semi-open-air warehouses. The address can be provided to you. Find this
A few eye-catching landmarks would also work.”
"Is there a latitude and longitude... map location?" Wang Chengzhu originally wanted to say the longitude and latitude positioning[1], but suddenly realized that this was in 1940 in the world of Liangjian, so he changed his mind to a map. Although the accuracy is not as accurate, it is the most suitable for the current locale.
The method. As he said that, he took out a purse from the lower edge of his clothes, took out a folded paper ball, folded it in half and spread it on the tea table. It was a map with black and green lines the size of A2 paper.
The middle-aged man looked at it for a moment, then wiped the water stains with his hand on his pants, gently touched the map with contour lines and traffic lines, and asked excitedly: "Comrade Wang, are there any maps like this?
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"Comrade, calm down. These are printed materials. There are plenty of them. If you need them, I will bring more sets next time." Wang Chengzhu said calmly.