The president's voice fell, and everyone looked at the person in charge of intelligence.

Deputy Director of the Strategic Intelligence Agency.

A brigadier general.

As for the director of the bureau, Major General Donovan, he had just gone to the Republic of China to sign the "Supplementary Contract for Sino-US Cooperation" with the director of the Guoguo Military Command, and by the way, he personally supervised and participated in the investigation of Chen Fan.

"Chen Fan..."

The deputy director wiped his forehead, flipped out a document, and paused for a while before he said:

"So far, there has been no substantial progress in our investigation."

"Chen Fan's age, appearance, nationality, education, and beliefs have not been able to investigate accurate information, only know that this person is male, from the Republic of China, and can speak fluent Chinese."

"As for the forces to which it belongs, there is no further information on the source of weapons and ammunition, the means of transportation, and the purpose, but it is only clear that the unloading point is in a village called Zhao Jiayu in Ping'an County, Shanxi."

The voice fell, and there was silence in the conference room.

Everyone looked at the deputy director of the intelligence bureau in front of them in amazement, their eyes full of disbelief.

"You guys..."

Lieutenant General Doyle's eyes widened even more, and his tone trembled:

"For a whole month of concentrating the intelligence forces of the entire Allied forces, they have not been able to investigate the source of those supplies?"

Lieutenant General Doyle's trembling tone was not because of excitement, but because of anger.

As a lieutenant general who negotiated a business of tens of millions of dollars with the Eighth Route merchant and sent people to the place where he was based.

He knows it well.

The guerrilla army, which was suddenly called Hanako, bitter haha, chased by the Japanese, and could only hide in caves, became a modern army with airplanes, tanks, artillery, and an industrial base.

In the past two years, what a huge amount of materials, what a huge amount of weapons and ammunition have been obtained.

A steel plant with an annual output of more than one million tons, a production line for artillery shells, tens of thousands of cars, thousands of aircraft, thousands of tanks, more than 10 million tons of fuel, and more than 50 million tons of grain.

And that's a rough estimate from a month ago.

And now, with nearly 100 million tons of supplies, the American intelligence service actually said, and no clues have been found during this period.

Where to produce and how to transport it, there is no clue.

How is this possible?

Could it be that these materials were conjured by magic?

"Yes."

The deputy director bowed his head in shame.

He also felt that this matter was incredible, and the director of the bureau could not accept it, otherwise he would not have personally gone to the Republic of China to investigate.

"This Chen Fan must be investigated, as well as the forces behind it."

The president in a wheelchair flashed sharply.

It can provide nearly 100 million tons of various materials to an inland force, and there are also a large number of advanced weapons, which means that this is a Soviet-German power, which poses a great threat to the future strategic planning of the United States.

"Yes."

The deputy director nodded yes.

"Have you asked the gang about the origin of the weapons and equipment?"

The president asked.

Nominally, everyone is an ally, and it's normal to ask, although the other side will definitely answer.

They said.

The Deputy Commissioner replied:

"I did some business with Chen Fan, materials, weapons and ammunition, machinery and equipment are the price given by the other party."

There was a cold snort in the conference room.

Trade.

That group of peasants, bitter haha, what can be worth doing business with? And it can be exchanged for tens of millions of tons of food, and then, materials and equipment, and even industrial facilities and corresponding technologies.

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Heyuan County Airport.

The five transport planes lined up and the ground crew began to gradually evacuate, and then the ten five-bladed propellers began to accelerate, finally turning into a virtual shadow, making it impossible to see how many leaves there were, and blowing a violent wind around them.

"Brother Kiko."

On the open gate behind a transport plane, Duan Peng, who was about to go south to take charge of the handover of airlifted weapons, found an acquaintance.

Wang Xikui.

Although he came to the army for a short time and only joined the army when Heyuan County was defeated, under the leadership of the monk, he was already very familiar with some veterans in the regiment, especially this Wang Xikui.

The top three snipers in the regiment, who are said to have more than 350 devils under their hands, once served as a shooting instructor for recruits, and only recently returned to the front-line troops.

Here Wang Xikui, he learned a lot of sniper knowledge.

"Haha, Duan Peng."

Wang Xikui saw his acquaintance Duan Peng, and immediately came over happily to say hello, he has taught many people under his hands, but there are not many real good shooters, this Duan Peng is one of them.

Wang Xikui is a veteran.

A true veteran.

In terms of qualifications, he has been in the army for more than seven years, has experienced 150 battles and battles, and killed more than two squadrons of devils, and in terms of age, he is already more than 44 years old this year, and there is really no soldier in the army who is still serving than him.

Originally, the regiment commander personally found him and asked him to go to the recruit camp to be responsible for training, but after staying in the recruit training base for a period of time, Wang Xikui always felt uncomfortable, and always felt that something was missing.

In the end, he found that targeting, even if it was a moving target, was far worse than that of the devil.

So, he ran to the regiment headquarters, and the regiment commander agreed that he would enter the front line again and participate in the battles of Yangquan and Taiyuan, but unlike the previous battles, in these two super-large-scale battles, he was a super sniper, and he didn't catch a few devils.

In the end, I counted them, and only nine devil results could be determined.

He can't be blamed for that.

Now, although he has a new large-caliber sniper rifle, although with adequate nutrition, reasonable training, and hospital care, his body is not much worse than that of a 30-year-old strong young man.

But it is too difficult to grab people's heads with tanks, artillery, heavy machine guns.

Today's troops, with an average of 1,000 front-line infantrymen, have five tanks, 10 barreled artillery, 20 mortars, and 20 heavy machine guns.

It's good to be able to grab nine.

He asked, Cao Mantang also participated in these two battles, and killed fewer devils than him, only seven.

In order to kill more devils, he specially applied to go to the south and go to Hengyang.

There was the 10th Army, but it didn't have its own troops with a frightening number of heavy machine guns, artillery, and tanks, and his new 12.7mm sniper rifle would definitely be able to show its strength.

"Let's go together."

Duan Peng's warm invitation.

There's a lot to learn from a real veteran.

"Let's go."

Wang Xikui also readily agreed.

Duan Peng is a master, whether it is shooting or reconnaissance, as well as individual combat, he is first-class, with such teammates, plus his observer, the three of them will definitely be able to show their strength on the battlefield in Hengyang this time.

Then set a goal and increase the number of devils killed to 500, which is still one short.

Ten minutes later, five planes carrying dozens of air-ground liaison officers, as well as some local specialties, flew to Songxian.

As for the equipment, Songxian has already prepared it.