SFS Chapter 1017 Dress Up
Chapter 1017 Dress Up
The cold wind howled through the night, blowing loudly and sometimes making a mournful sound that sent chills down one's spine.
Fan Biao and Instructor Li sat next to a pile of firewood that had been prepared beforehand, smoking. A circle of straw had also been piled up next to the firewood.
"Check the time, don't miss it!" Instructor Li said.
Fan Biao rolled up his sleeves and glanced at his watch. "It's 9:50. We can start ignition now!"
Instructor Li immediately got up, took out a match, lit it, and set the nearby straw ablaze. Once one bundle of straw was burning, he grabbed another handful, lit it, and then spread it around the pile of firewood to ignite all the other straw.
Straw is the easiest to burn. In an instant, a circle of straw burst into flames, igniting the pile of dry wood in the middle. The towering fire illuminated an area of 100 meters in radius.
Being too close to the woodpile, the two felt a wave of heat wash over them. The temperature was so high that they immediately turned and ran away. They only felt less hot when they were forty meters away.
Time passed slowly, and soon it was exactly 10 p.m.
Fan Biao glanced at his watch again. "It's past 10 o'clock, and there's still no movement. Wasn't it supposed to be an airdrop? Why haven't we even heard the sound of a plane?"
Just then, a guerrilla fighter shouted from afar, "Look at the sky! It looks like something is floating down!"
Upon hearing the shout, Fan Biao, Instructor Li, and the other guerrillas looked up at the sky and indeed saw something floating there.
"The white ones are... parachutes! They're parachutes! The supplies have been airdropped! Lao Fan, quickly get the brothers ready to receive the supplies. Don't scramble for them. After the supplies land, cut the parachute ropes and take the supplies and parachutes with you. Don't leave any traces or leave anything behind!"
"Okay!" Fan Biao agreed and immediately shouted at the top of his lungs, "Attention all squads, prepare to receive supplies. Squad Two is responsible for receiving supplies in the inner circle, and Squad Three is responsible for receiving supplies in the outer circle. Also, take the parachutes with you, don't forget anything!"
As the supplies in the sky slowly drifted down under the deceleration effect of the parachutes, the guerrillas were all excited, and their grip on their guns tightened involuntarily.
As soon as the first piece of supplies landed, the nearest guerrilla squad leader immediately shouted to his men, "Go! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
Several guerrillas rushed over immediately. Under the command of the squad leader, one of the guerrillas used his bayonet to cut all the parachute ropes, while the other guerrillas worked together to lift a large box and quickly walked toward a horse-drawn carriage.
As more and more supplies landed, more and more guerrillas began to move the supplies, loading boxes of supplies onto horse-drawn carts, oxcarts, or tying them to the backs of mules and donkeys.
Twenty minutes later, the second team leader ran over to report to Fan Biao: "Captain, it's almost done. The supplies have all been loaded onto trucks or carried by animals!"
Fan Biao asked, "Are you sure you haven't missed anything? Send men to search the area again to make sure no crates are left behind! Have the brothers take away what's already loaded onto the carts, leaving behind a few mules and donkeys!"
"Yes!"
Fan Biao then said to Instructor Li, "Old Li, I think we should send a telegram to Mr. A after we get back to confirm the quantity of supplies. If the villagers nearby find them, it will be troublesome if the news leaks out and the Japanese find out!"
Instructor Li nodded upon hearing this: "Okay, I'll have Xiao Qin send a telegram to confirm the quantity of supplies when we get back!"
After the second team leader and his men searched the area again and found no more supplies, the group hurriedly returned to Kaoshan Village with their troops and supplies.
It was already 11:30 p.m. when they returned to Kaoshan Village. Instructor Li personally led the team to count the types and quantities of supplies, put similar supplies together in the warehouse, and then made a registration.
By the time the registration was completed and all the supplies were put into storage, it was already 2 a.m.
"So, brother, what supplies do you have this time, and how much?" Fan Biao asked as he walked over with his hands behind his back.
Instructor Li smiled and handed over a pack of cigarettes, saying, "There's a lot of good stuff this time. Look at this, it's a foreign brand of cigarettes. Since the clowns and the Japanese started fighting, you can't even buy them in Shanghai anymore!"
Fan Biao took the cigarette with a delighted look on his face: "I'm so tired of smoking dry tobacco and hookah for the past two months. Foreign cigarettes are much more suitable for me. Mr. A understands us very well. He even put these in the airdropped supplies. How many are there in total?"
Instructor Li replied, "A whole box, a full one hundred!"
"Good, good!" Fan Biao's smile was wide open.
Instructor Li handed the inventory register to Fan Biao and said, "Take a look, this time the airdropped supplies include two tons of compressed biscuits. I heard that this stuff is the marching rations for the Joker Army!"
"Besides cigarettes, there are 200 jin of candy, 100 jin of white sugar, 100 boxes of canned beef, pork and fish, 100 Hong Kong-made semi-automatic rifles with 10-round magazines, and bullets. This can replace our Type 38 and Type 24 rifles!"
"In addition, there are 10 Browning pistols from 1911, 1000 rounds of ammunition, two light machine guns with 5000 rounds of ammunition, one heavy machine gun with rounds of ammunition, five boxes of grenades (100 grenades per box), 1000 jin of explosives, four 60mm mortars with 200 rounds of ammunition, as well as these bazookas for attacking tanks, and four flamethrowers for attacking bunkers and firing positions. The ammunition is plentiful!"
"Also, there are 5 barrels of diesel fuel, 100 sets of training uniforms equipped with waterproof fur military boots, belts, ammunition pouches, and marching backpacks; 100 sets of clothing and two binoculars!"
Fan Biao's guerrilla team originally had weapons and ammunition provided by Zhang Yunhe. However, since it was newly established, Zhang Yunhe did not provide them with very good weapons. The rifles they were given were Type 38 and Type 24 rifles, which were relatively easy to collect bullets for and replenish.
Now that the newly formed guerrilla team is about to complete its basic training, Zhang Yunhe has replenished their ranks with Hong Kong-made semi-automatic rifles with 10-round magazines. This rifle is an improvement on the Garand rifle, with increased ammunition capacity, slightly shortened barrel length, and reduced weight to suit the physique and height of East Asians.
This rifle has eliminated all the shortcomings of the Garand rifle, resulting in a better human-computer interaction experience, better portability and mobility, and greater firepower.
"Are you hungry? Let's each have a can of beef. To be honest, I've only eaten this stuff three times, but it tastes pretty good. The key is that it's filled with meat!" Instructor Li asked.
"Then... shall we give it a try? Let this roughneck have a taste of the West, hahaha!" Fan Biao laughed loudly.
Since the establishment of the guerrilla team and the training of its members in the countryside and mountains, the period of dealing with the Japanese devils and the traitors of the "mopping-up" campaign was dangerous, but it was the happiest time of Fan Biao's life. He had never been so happy.