After the people from the security department met up with the enemy's engineering department, they hitched up two donkey carts and set off.
This donkey cart is really a cart pulled by a donkey, not a horse called a donkey.
Life in the base area is difficult, and there are no mechanized things like tricycles like the little devils. Horses are valuable equipment and are usually used for transportation by correspondents or cadres at regiment level and above. Normally, donkeys or injured people can only be used for logistics transportation.
, a horse that is old and cannot be used for much purpose.
Twelve people from the security department were responsible for one donkey cart leading the way, and nine people from the enemy's engineering department were responsible for another vehicle following behind.
Li Yunlong led the guards straight to the Shuiyaozi Arsenal, thirteen kilometers away... He wanted to rush to the arsenal to have a tough time with his old comrade and fellow countryman Zhang Wanhe, the director of the factory who was also the director of logistics.
Li Yunlong's goal was thirty boxes of grenades, so that the two donkey carts could be filled to the brim without any waste.
Of course, whether you can grind it out depends on luck and the mood of your old comrades.
Before Li Yunlong left, he specifically told Li Dachui: "Keep an eye on the two jars of old wine in the car. I still hope to exchange them for grenades. If anything goes wrong, your enemy's Ministry of Industry will exchange them for food and equipment!"
"Yes!" Li Dachui stood up and replied with a loud voice: "Captain, don't worry, I promise to complete the mission!"
But before Li Yunlong could go far, Li Dachui's body softened again, and he said weakly: "What kind of mission did I think it was? It was to watch the wine transport ammunition! The enemy's Ministry of Industry is the stepmother after all..."
"Hey, you can't say that." The instructor interrupted Li Dachui: "Comrade Li Dachui, this is your fault. Revolutionary work, no matter how big or small, is an important part of the battle. Besides, we are still lucky this time.
Ammunition. Think about it, what our army is short of is ammunition. We are solving a big problem for the army, how can this be a small task?"
Li Dachui responded knowingly, "That's what the instructor said," and said no more.
He knew that if he had a conversation with the instructor, there would be no idle time for talking.
After a moment of silence, the instructor turned his target to Xiao Dongbei:
"Comrade Wang Xuexin, I heard that you made a meritorious service yesterday? If you have time now, why don't you tell the comrades about your meritorious service experience? It will also help the comrades learn from it!"
"Comrade Wang Xuexin? Comrade Wang Xuexin..."
At this time, Wang Xuexin was thinking about how to rescue the arsenal from the Japanese and complete the main task. The instructor shouted several times before he realized what he was doing.
"Ah? Oh..." Wang Xuexin replied: "Meritorious service? It's actually nothing, just a small piece of information collected."
The instructor looked at Wang Xuexin's astonished expression and replied with satisfaction: "Be modest and prudent, and you are as wise as a fool."
Wang Xuexin added: "Instructor, I have nothing to say. If this leaks military secrets, the regiment commander will not forgive me!"
The instructor nodded: "Keep confidentiality strictly and stand firm!"
The little trumpet interjected with some dissatisfaction: "Instructor, what about Xiao Dongbei hiding under the bed?"
The instructor pushed up the thick lenses on the bridge of his nose, tapped his finger in the void, and replied: "That's called being flexible and conserving your strength!"
After a pause, the instructor further explained:
"Comrades, you must know that we are the enemy's Ministry of Industry."
"The difference between the Enemy Industry Department and combat troops is that combat troops are used to fight wars, while we are used to collect intelligence, instigate rebellion and propagandize."
"We can't push the enemy's bayonet with stubbornness like bulls!"
"We must use a clever skill, just like Comrade Wang Xuexin did, to conserve our strength to collect intelligence, so that we can make greater contributions to the anti-Japanese cause!"
"Otherwise...where does the information come from? How can we achieve meritorious service?"
The instructor's words completely silenced the soldiers, and even the person involved, Wang Xuexin, was convinced... Put it this way, it really sounds like that.
Along the way, there are instructors who do ideological work for the soldiers, and they will definitely not be idle. Sometimes they are summarizing experiences, sometimes they are reflecting, or they are setting goals.
Wang Xuexin believed that if he walked to Shuiyaozi Arsenal like this, the instructor would definitely arrange the work plan of the Ministry of Enemy Industry for the next year.
Just as a group of people were walking and passing through a field of sorghum, a dozen heavily armed Japanese soldiers suddenly jumped out from both sides and surrounded the soldiers with a roar.
The leader is a sergeant. There is a yellow line and two stars in the center of his shoulder patch, which is the rank of sergeant. Wang Xuexin knew that this rank is usually the squad leader.
The sergeant shouted to the soldiers in blunt Chinese: "Raise your hands, otherwise, you will die!"
Wang Xuexin let out a "whoo" sound in his heart:
"You're really pretending to be like that? You have a Japanese accent and a Japanese accent!"
"Besides, there are thirteen people in a Japs class, so this is not a bad one."
"If a TV series can be so sophisticated, it's hard to imagine whether it will be popular!"
"And the murderous intent in the eyes of these 'devils', as well as their demeanor and movements... are all professional!"
Li Dachui and others obviously did not expect to encounter Japanese soldiers here, and they immediately froze where they were.
But he was only stunned for a few seconds, and when he came to his senses, he cursed: "Damn it, comrades, we will fight with them, we must not let..."
"Squad leader!" Wang Xuexin quickly stopped him and said, "We can't come here forcefully. This is the hinterland of our base area. This team of Japanese soldiers is probably lost. Let's delay with them for some time and wait for reinforcements!"
"Comrade Wang Xuexin is right!" The instructor thought for a moment and replied: "Comrades, we have no equipment, so fighting head-on is not an option! Listen to my command, slowly raise your hands and surrender, buy time with the Japanese, and wait for the opportunity!"
The instructor said this, and the others slowly raised their hands along with them.
The sergeant ordered everyone to gather in a group and squat on the ground, including more than a dozen people from the security department, and surrounded a circle of "japanese" armed with live ammunition outside.
Then the sergeant pointed to the ground and asked in blunt Chinese: "Where is this? What's your name?"
Wang Xuexin couldn't help but sigh, the acting was really like it, and Oscar owed these people a statuette.
Security Section Officer Liu Yinian gritted his teeth and ordered: "These are lost Japs, no one is allowed to tell, otherwise..."
Before he could say anything, the sergeant grabbed him up and punched him. Suddenly Liu Vinian's face was bruised and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.
Wang Xuexin thought to himself: "Hey, it's passed!"
But think about it, you really can't drive out a traitor without some violence. This may be what the leader meant, so he didn't say anything.
"Fuck your grandma, you little devil!" Liu Yinian spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and cursed: "I have no intention of living if I fall into your hands, comrades! The devil has always been ruthless and will never leave a chance to survive, even if he says it. So it must not be done.
Let go..."
Before he could finish his words, the sergeant punched him twice more, then took out the bastard box from his holster and pointed it at Liu Yinian's head.
At this time, a man slowly stood up, nodded and bowed to the sergeant: "Taijun, Taijun... Han Ju!"