At the beginning, Zhang Yayi agreed to escort the batch of drugs. Hu Fei is for her own knot, but Zhang Yayi is for the expensive freight, she wants to get the batch of Western medicine back more than Hu Fei.

Seeing the wooden box on the cart, Zhang Yayi was also stunned for a moment, and she also saw that it didn't look like Western medicine. However, Hu Fei found out that it was not Western medicine and turned around and ran to the next car, but Zhang Yayi used the bayonet in her hand to pry open one of the boxes. Looking at the contents of the box, Zhang Nuxia couldn't help but let out an exclamation: "Ah! ”

Hearing Zhang Yayi's exclamation, everyone who checked the other car with Hu Fei was all shocked, and several people hurriedly ran over to see what was wrong. Zhang Yayi had already withdrawn from the carriage. Standing on the wheel, Zhang Yayi grabbed two long things in her hands and lifted them upward, "Look, what is this?" ”

"Bullets!" The people under the car, except for Feng Yi, all knew the object in Zhang Yayi's hand, which was a row of 30 rounds of ammunition plates used for two Type 92 heavy machine guns. Looking at Zhang Yayi's smug appearance, it is estimated that the car is full of this kind of bullet board, right?

Hu Fei also came over, and when he saw Zhang Yayi holding two bullet boards in his hand, he immediately understood everything in his heart. It turned out that these three carts were not loaded with Western medicine, but ammunition, which was used by the entire squadron of devils!

In the years of war, the ammunition of the Japanese army was naturally a good thing. If Hu Fei was accompanied by hundreds of brothers, no, even if there were only a hundred soldiers, he would be able to try to take some of these three truckloads of ammunition away. But the actual situation now is that there are only six of them, including Hu Fei himself.

Among these six people, Zhang Yayi's injuries have not yet recovered, and Feng Yi is a daughter who can't resist on her shoulders and can't lift her hands. The remaining four people want to get three truckloads of ammunition from the devil barracks, which is simply more difficult than climbing to the sky.

Can't get it? What should I do if I can't get rid of it? Leave it to the devils and let them continue to hit us with these ammunition? Hu Fei looked at the cart and was a little distracted. In the barracks, there were suddenly more places to turn on the lights.

Forty or fifty meters away from these three ammunition trucks, there was a tent that was much smaller than the ordinary soldier's camping tent, and it was the tent of Shiro Shimizu, the leader of the Japanese squadron. The tent of the ordinary soldier is large, it is a bunk, and a dozen soldiers sleep in one tent; Captain Shimizu's tent was small, it was a single room, and he was the only one sleeping in it. Officers, naturally, must have the privileges of officers.

Yesterday, I went to the wing to hold a battlefield analysis meeting, and then returned to the squadron to hold another seminar on war cases, and then returned to the squadron to hold a combat mobilization meeting for squadron cadres. After a series of meetings, it was time to turn off the lights and go to bed. Ordinary officers can sleep, but Captain Shimizu, as the commander of the squadron, still has to write down his experience of attending the meeting today, and he has to hand it over to the brigade tomorrow. The brigade will collect and hand over the joint team.

The wing stipulates that this experience must be more than 2,000 words, and it must have content, and it is not perfunctory. It's past midnight after writing these 2,000 words of experience. Tomorrow there may be a war, and His Excellency Captain hastened to wash up and sleep.

As a veteran of battle, Shirou Shimizu is particularly alert when he sleeps, and the slightest disturbance can wake him up. His Excellency the Captain, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened, and Shiro Shimizu sat up and grabbed the southern pistol hanging on the bedside. I listened to it with my ears sideways, and there didn't seem to be any special movement.

However, Captain Shimizu didn't dare to sleep, he trusted his instincts, and even more trusted his ears. If it weren't for the unexpected sound, he wouldn't have been woken up.

"Orderly!"

shouted twice in a row and didn't see anyone, and the angry Shimizu Shiro scolded several times. I got up in the dark, lit the oil lamp, got dressed, put on my gun, hung up my sword, walked to the door and called the orderlies again, and the orderlies came running.

"Yaga, where did you die just now?" Go up with a mouth first, and then split your head and cover your face is a scolding. The orderly is his subordinates and slaves, who are beaten and scolded at will. As a career officer, Captain Shimizu had absolute control over his orderlies.

The beaten orderly lowered his head and said hello, which means that I don't resist you and come casually.

In fact, the mouth is that the captain is announcing his leadership position, and he doesn't really want to do anything about the orderlies. really killed people, and it was not so easy for him to teach such an obedient orderly soldier again.

"Go and inform Yamada to assemble!"

"Hey!" The orderly agreed, saluted and ran to call people. Yamada, that is, Yamada Commander, is a squad leader, directly under the jurisdiction of the squadron leader, and belongs to the category of guard troops.

A few minutes later, Captain Yamada gathered at the squadron leader's gate with twelve soldiers from his squad. After Captain Shimizu came out dressed neatly, he only told Sù Yamada to patrol the camp, and then took the soldiers of this squad to patrol the barracks.

The squadron camp is actually not very big, just as Hu Fei guessed, less than 200 soldiers live in more than 20 tents, even if they walk around the tents, it will not take more than ten minutes. It doesn't take long, but he's annoying! In the middle of the night, the soldiers who had been asleep were called up to patrol the camp, could they be in good spirits?

The soldiers in Yamada's class were all listless with their heads drooping, yawning and walking procrastinating, looking like they hadn't woken up. Captain Yamada followed the captain in high spirits, vigilantly observing the surroundings with his jackal-like eyes.

After less than five tents, Shimizu Shiro led the group straight to a lighted open space in the barracks, where three ammunition trucks were parked. The cart full of ammunition was a key unit, and Captain Shimizu felt that he needed to go and see it for himself to be reassured.

Hey, what about the guards? Where are the guards of the alert ammunition trucks? Seeing the guards at a glance, Shimizu Shiro suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, "Quick, Yamada, go check the ammunition truck!" "This guy knows the danger and he doesn't go, he lets Yamada go.

Yamada doesn't want to go, but he can't go? The captain was standing on the side with a command knife, if he dared to disobey, Qing Shui's second pole would dare to stab him with a knife! Intimidated by the other party's obscenity, Captain Yamada had no choice but to order his soldiers to go with him to check. Anyway, if there is danger, he still has a class here, so many people go together, what danger can almost be carried over, right?

The devil Yamada took the twelve soldiers in the squad to make do with the cart cautiously, and just walked less than ten steps, when two people suddenly turned out from the side of the cart!

"Who? Hold it! Yamada roared, and the devil soldier next to him immediately pulled his gun and tied it to prepare for battle.

The two of them didn't seem to expect to meet the soldiers of the Yamada class here, and the two of them were stunned for a moment and suddenly raised their guns and shot, "Bang!" Syllable! "The crisp sound of gunfire pierced the night sky.