By the way! When the third phase task of the system was released, it was already 3:06 in the morning.
Based on the restriction that it must be completed by 7 a.m. at the latest, that is to say, under full calculation, the time left for Hu Biao and the others to take action is less than 4 hours.
So in their hurry, Hu Biao and the others really didn't have time to worry about too many things.
For example: after releasing such a strange third-stage mission, wouldn’t the system be worried that they would kill the Japanese’s third fleet and change history beyond recognition?
In other words, the system doesn't worry about rookies like them at all, thinking that they simply can't do it.
Damn it! Isn’t this bullying?
In addition, it is not clear what the cheating system is, and what kind of results are achieved to meet the minimum requirements for completing the task.
I wonder if firing an 82mm mortar at the small gunboat of the Japanese Third Fleet counts?
Just because of the limited time, Hu Biao and the others would not have time to worry about this for a while; seizing the time to arrange their positions, make a preliminary plan and set off immediately, this is their most urgent thing.
Based on the route of action, Hu Biao, who was confused about the terrain of the magic city, first asked the locals like Xianrou the most critical point:
"Bianrou, how far is it from Luodian to the Yangtze River, where the Japanese Third Fleet is currently stationed? How long does it take to get there from us?"
After hearing this, Bianrou frowned and said uncertainly:
"The nearest Yangtze River? That should be the boundary of Baoshan.
The straight-line distance isn't that far, but who knows the conditions of the roads these days? The changes in the Magic City over the years have been astonishing.
Besides, there are Japanese troops guarding the road along the way. How long it will take to get there, I really can’t say for a while; but I think about it, it’s a bit awkward to just rely on my legs to get there.”
Under such an answer, Hu Biao's face became even more ugly.
Originally, after hearing about the system's third phase mission, he knew it was this guy's mission as soon as he calculated the limited time of the mission.
Once something big changes, there is no chance to start over again.
But from what Bian Po said, this mission is too confusing. It seems that it will be a huge problem to get to the place before seven o'clock tomorrow.
Fortunately, at this time, the middle-aged warehouse manager brought another surprise.
As if he were offering a treasure, he took out half a book and two magnifying glasses from his backpack.
Yes, that is half of "Photocopies of Magic City Impressions", an old book published in 1949. It contains many photos of Magic City buildings and neighborhoods during the Republic of China period, etc.
Because some of the photos may involve new buildings that were built after 1937, they were blocked by the system when they were brought over.
What was originally a thick book now only has about 40% of it left.
But even so, they can still figure out the current traffic conditions on the roads in Magic City and surrounding areas through some of the photos above.
The only pity is that the images above are too small, and it is impossible to see the details clearly with the naked eye. You need to hold the magnifying glass brought by the middle-aged warehouse manager to see clearly.
Especially under the light of a flashlight, it is very difficult to see.
So, Hu Biao decisively put more burdens on the middle-aged warehouse manager and made arrangements:
"Well done, we will set off in 10 minutes at most. During this time, you and Bian Po, and by the way, AT, will work together to map out the course of action for this time. After all, you are more familiar with Magic City than we are.
a little."
AT: "What the hell, I didn't say anything..."
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In the next 10 minutes, Hu Biao was extremely busy; mainly because he had too many things to arrange and prepare in the limited time.
First, there is the information about the participants in this operation.
Logically speaking, under such a hugely difficult and difficult task, all the combat power on hand should not be left, and all the combat power should be mobilized.
However, Hu Biao was very unsure whether he could complete such a third-stage task.
If it could not be completed, then Hu Biao would not have broken his promise to the natives who acted as live mines. This was something he did not want to see at all, and he could not ignore such a thing.
After thinking about this, Hu Biao said to Peng Ji, the messenger brother:
“Little brother, it seems we can’t come back!
So you retreat with 3 lightly wounded soldiers and some seriously wounded soldiers, and notify the third battalion commander that they will send people up to take over the defense line.
By the way! You should also keep those belongings and lists, and please find a way to deliver them to their families."
After saying that, he motioned to the swordsman and handed him a large backpack and an address recorded in charcoal.
After nearly 9 hours of fighting together, Peng Ji certainly knew the origin, whereabouts, and importance of the things inside.
For this reason, he obviously wanted to follow Hu Biao, but he finally agreed.
He gritted his teeth and promised: "Sir Hu, I, Peng Ji, swear to you here that I will do my best in this life and hand these things into the hands of the relevant people.
If you violate this oath, heaven will strike with five thunders, and the men of my Pengji family will be slaves and the women of my family will be prostitutes for generations to come."
Needless to say, such an oath is full of the atmosphere of feudal decadence. If it were put in any other place, it would be enough for Hu Biao and the others to complain about it for a long time.
But this time, Hu Biao nodded solemnly, indicating that he believed in the other party's promise.
Second, there are arrangements for those seriously injured among netizens.
After counting the seriously injured, the 5 netizens who are still in coma, there are now a total of 8 seriously injured netizens who have no fighting ability among the netizens.
It was also more than 4 hours ago, when they were avoiding shelling, that Hu Biao and the others accidentally discovered that there was a secret door in the originally hidden cellar, which led to a smaller, more hidden compartment.
The owner at this moment also went to great lengths to hide his property.
Unfortunately, when Hu Biao and the others discovered the secret door and opened it, there was nothing inside.
However, they were able to hide the 8 seriously injured netizens in the temporary space for more than 3 hours to spend the last period of time.
After thinking about it, Hu Biao and the others became very busy.
Moreover, a group of veterans personally carried out the seriously injured among the netizens.
There was no way! The main reason was that during this process, in addition to placing a large number of weapons and supplies that they could not carry later, they placed them one by one on the bodies of the seriously wounded.
More importantly, there were three sacks weighing about 20 kilograms inside, which contained the things they were most concerned about.
Even though the sack is inconspicuous, it contains a large number of large yellow croakers, gold coins, jade and other valuables. I plan to take them back in this way.
All of the above were a large amount of wealth obtained when selling penicillin before.
As for the settlement fees previously given to the living landmines, they were all trophies that Yang Dongli and his men pulled off the Japanese.
Since landing, these bastards have swept through the war zones they have experienced along the way like locusts, and have obtained a considerable amount of property.
And just when these seriously injured people and belongings were about to be placed and ready to set off.
Because there was something wrong with his lumbar spine, Fat Paper collapsed on the ground and spoke: "Lao Hu, Qingshan and I have discussed it, and I also want to follow you and fuck the little devil again."
"How are you going to get there now?" Hu Biao asked in a soul-like tone.
Yes, one of them can't leave, and the other one is blind. How can he leave?
Faced with such a question, Qingshan gave an answer that made Hu Biao's scalp numb: "It's okay, I am Fat Paper's legs, and Fat Paper is my eyes.
If the two of us work together, if we can kill one more Japanese, this life will be worth it."
What made Hu Biao's scalp tingle was not the so-called homosexuality.
But this kind of momentum that before dying, you can't wait to bite the Japanese. As long as this momentum exists, this nation will always have hope...