My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 323 Chen Tang
A few days later, in the open space in the southwest corner of Mangshi, boxes of supplies were piled up on both sides of the road, and there were all kinds of trucks, mules and horses parked around, and countless soldiers were busy getting dressed. car work.

Now this place has become the logistics transfer station of the third division, where a large amount of supplies sent from the rear are gathered here, and then sent to each company and platoon by the heavy soldiers.

"Oh my god, it's dead...Brother Zhou, do you think these boxes are right?"

A thin and weak soldier worked hard and finally loaded those large boxes of ammunition onto the truck.

"Thirty boxes of submachine gun bullets, two boxes of 7.62 bullets, and scattershots, grenades... Yes, that's all, hurry up and send them back to the company."

Monk Zhou took a list and checked them one by one. Although he was tall and thick, he was also careful in this aspect. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he called his men to start loading the car.

"Hehe great monk, squad leader Mo didn't come today? Are everything okay?"

Feng San, the company commander of the supply corps who was in charge of allocating the supplies, came over and greeted with a smile.

"Hey, Company Commander Feng, Lao Mo has something to leave today, but he is not the squad leader now, he has been promoted to company commander."

Monk Zhou stroked his shiny big head and preached triumphantly.

Because I often come to the transportation group to pull supplies, I am familiar with the several stewards here.

"Oh, congratulations to him. He has become a company commander at a young age, and he has a bright future." Feng San, who was in his fifties, smiled like an old fox, and praised him non-stop.

"Oh, Company Commander Feng, why are you so polite today? We are all real people, so just say what you need."

Monk Zhou is really confused. This old guy usually looks like a landlord and rich man. If something goes wrong, he will collapse faster than anyone else. It is more difficult to ask for more things from him. What is going on today? Suddenly changed his face.

"Hehe, it's really nothing. Well...I heard that your company is going to be assigned to the Chariot Battalion, right?" Feng San rolled his eyes and asked pointedly.

"There is such a thing, what's the matter?"

The last time they attacked Mangshi, Monk Zhou's squad was the first team to rush into the city. With the cooperation of armored vehicles, they attacked several firepower points.Then in the battle with the 18th Division, he also wiped out countless enemies and made great contributions.

In the Mangshi blockade, a group of low-level officers were killed or injured and withdrew from the battle sequence one after another. The companies and platoons urgently needed to promote a group of officers to replace them. Squad leader Mo Youcai was promoted to company commander because of his meritorious service in two battles. A platoon leader Dangdang.

Seeing the preliminary results of the infantry-tank coordination, Chen Jize decided to add two infantry companies to the third regiment's tank battalion to continue to cooperate in combat operations, and the company that Monk Zhou and the others belonged to was just included in it.

Feng San received an affirmative answer, immediately beamed with joy, quietly pulled Monk Zhou to a corner, and said with a smile on his face: "Well, I have a nephew who used to work in the armored corps under Chief Du and can drive tanks. They also fought in the defense of Nanjing back then."

"and then?"

"Hey... You know, how many of those who came out of that ghost place in Nanjing can survive? My nephew's tank crew was set on fire by the little devil, and he was burned to pieces. Fortunately, his fellow comrades It was found that he was not dead, and he was rescued to save his life."

As Feng San said, he turned his head and pouted behind him. Monk Zhou looked in the direction he pointed, and a 27-year-old private was standing quietly beside the truck.

I saw him just standing there expressionless, without any emotion in his dark eyes, and half of his face was covered with burn marks, extending from his cheeks to the depths of his neck, perhaps that The scars under the clothes are even more hideous.

"Amitabha, it's really not easy..."

Seeing the tragic situation of the young man, Monk Zhou couldn't help sighing.He was originally a monk, but because the Japanese invaders were in power, he no longer cared about reciting scriptures, so he went down the mountain with a few brothers to join the army to fight against the Japanese, and he is the only one left alive today after the war.

Seeing that there was something going on, Feng San took Monk Zhou's hand and said solemnly: "My brother, I heard that you were even transferred to the chariot battalion. My nephew has no other skills except driving tanks. You see, why don't you go back with you and see if you can get a tank driver in the back."

"Ah! This... Company Commander Feng, why did you come to me for this matter?" Monk Zhou was greatly surprised, he did not expect that Feng San would actually want to stalk him.

"I originally wanted to find Lao Mo, and you know that we are fellow villagers, but he didn't come today."

"No, you want him to drive a tank and go directly to the people from the Chariot Battalion. We were only infantry in the past, so it doesn't work." Monk Zhou's face was dark.

Feng San's face changed slightly, and he said angrily, "I've been looking for it a long time ago, those bastards are all masters with upturned nostrils, so why are you so happy about me?"

Speaking of this, Feng San was also helpless. The most important thing was that the superior had sent a group of drivers there, and there were no vacancies. He thought about letting his nephew enter the chariot battalion first, maybe he would need it later?

"Oh... this kid's life is miserable. My ancestral home was taken over by devils, and my sister and brother-in-law are also missing. He spent two years in the rear before recovering from his injuries. After recovering from his injuries, he returned to the army. Isn't this now Work as a driver under my hand."

Speaking of this, Feng San's eyes were a little moist, and his nephew's tragic experience made him cry.

"Brother Feng, don't...hey..."

Monk Zhou was straight-minded, and he didn't know what to do when he saw this situation, so he had to tell the truth: "As far as I'm concerned, it's good to stay in the supply camp. Not only is there a lot of oil and water, but the risk is low. It's not like our side every day. Put your head on the waistband of your trousers, and suddenly went to see the Buddha."

"I also said that, but that kid is stubborn. His only wish is to drive a tank to kill the Japanese again, and avenge his parents and dead comrades. If he hadn't been pestering me all the time, I wouldn't be happy for such trouble."

Feng San sighed, looked left and right to see that no one was paying attention to them, put his arms around Monk Zhou's neck and whispered softly: "Aren't you even replenishing troops? One more, not too many, and one not too many, isn't it just a matter of one word? Don't worry. Well, there are good things in the back, don’t you think about you, old brother? Really..."

Monk Zhou thought about it seriously, and it was the same thing. This old fox didn't dare to offend him. Regardless of his low official status, the supplies of several battalions were under his control. Maybe he would really have to ask others to do things later.

"That's right! You let him come over and show me. Let's say yes first. No one dares to guarantee it when we go to the battlefield. I don't care whether he can get into the armored company later."

"It's easy to say, easy to say, as long as you take care of it a little bit on the battlefield."

Feng San's face showed joy, this matter finally happened, he immediately turned around and shouted to the young man: "Chen Tang, come quickly!"

(End of this chapter)