Wang Chengzhu looked up at the sky. The warm spring sun was high in the sky, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He had read many war novels and military documentaries in the past. The descriptions of the environment were either green gauze tents to hide in, or night cover. He held on to the phone cord.
Gan Gang looked around, except for the farmers taking their lunch breaks in the nearby fields, as well as the sentries swinging on the top of the gun towers a few miles away, he always felt like he was looking a little suspicious.
Just now, I used the excuse to repair the telephone lines and get some supply information from the operator in the Xizhuang Blockhouse. Finally, my work was not in vain. It is not a long-term solution to collect information by grabbing a telephone pole. Wang Chengzhu took off the broken wire clip and prepared to play a good role.
A telephone line maintenance man continues to collect information along the suspended telephone lines and looks for opportunities.
This chapter has been completed!