My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Heihe Base Military Supplies Department...

A colonel with a fat head and round ears was sitting at the desk writing furiously. The cigarette in his hand was almost burnt out and he didn't even have time to take a puff.

The table was filled with stacks of supply lists, and from time to time soldiers came in holding documents to ask him to sign.

This person was the commander of the munitions regiment who originally sent supplies to the Sichuan Army. Zhao Gongming, nicknamed the God of Wealth, has now become the head of the munitions headquarters in the Heihe base area and is responsible for allocating logistical supplies for all frontline troops.

All the equipment and materials produced by the base factory must be first-hand by Zhao Gongming, and Liao Mingyu also gave him great trust.

In recent months, the Heihe base has experienced rapid development. Dozens of warehouses have been expanded in the factory area alone. Thousands of tons of weapons and ammunition and countless rows of tanks and armored vehicles are stored here.

Zhao Gongming has the absolute right to speak here. Without his signature, even a bullet would not leave the gate of the base. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the God of Wealth sitting on the golden mountain.

"Xiao Wang, send this document to the third team. The military supplies of the 102nd Regiment must be loaded and set off before the afternoon."

Zhao Gongming signed his name on a document and handed it to the adjutant.

"But the third convoy has just returned to the base area and hasn't had time to repair the vehicles. Besides, the airport also needs to send people there. Isn't it a bit... to leave now?"

The adjutant expressed some embarrassment. The current training situation of the Munitions Department is quite special. There are many supplies but not enough usable vehicles.

The production capacity of the base is extremely terrifying. Tons of materials are sent out every day, and the consumption on the front line is also huge. The fleets that can be dispatched are running desperately on the transportation line.

In fact, the scale of the transportation troops is already very large, but their tasks are becoming increasingly heavy. Not only do they need to transport materials to the front line, but the construction of mining areas and base areas is also inseparable from the assistance of the fleet.

The main reason is the lack of professional drivers. Even if the training ground is at full capacity to train drivers, it still cannot fully meet the needs of each unit. This is also a headache for Zhao Gongming.

"What happened at the airport again? You didn't even call me."

Zhao Gongming raised his eyebrows, and after thinking for a moment, he said again: "We can't take care of that much anymore. The chief of staff of the Third Regiment personally told us to seize the supplies. Commander Deng also urged us several times. If we don't send them over, the guy will have to do it again." Cursed at me on the phone.”

After saying that, he was about to raise his hand to take a puff of a cigarette, but found that there was only a burnt ash on the end of the cigarette that had been lit for a long time, and it fell to the ground with a slight movement.

"Your uncle's!" Zhao Gongming shook his head and smiled bitterly. He touched his somewhat shrunken belly and couldn't help but sigh.

What a miserable life... I'm so busy every day that I'm so busy that I don't even have time to take a puff of a cigarette. If I continue like this I will lose weight.

Just as he was about to light another cigarette and take a rest, an officer rushed in from outside.

"Report to the Director, this is the latest order from Junzuo. Please take a look at it."

Zhao Gongming hurriedly took it and checked it. His originally smiling face gradually became tense, and the contents of the document made him feel relaxed instantly.

"Assemble the third convoy immediately and follow me to Gate 1!"

Without waiting for anyone else to react, Zhao Gongming strode out of the office, called his entourage and went straight to the base equipment factory.

...

At the same time, the No. 1 gate of the factory has been placed under emergency martial law. Soldiers from the secret service battalion wearing dark military uniforms are everywhere. Even the gendarmerie has been dispatched. The scene is full of oppression. There are high walls at the gate. The huge iron gate is more than three meters high. It is surrounded by bunkers, machine guns, and soldiers with loaded guns.

Originally, this was a long and narrow valley, with only one way in and out. It was easy to defend and difficult to attack. The cliffs on both sides were almost 90 degrees apart, as if they had been split by a knife.

In order to facilitate transportation, a railway track was specially built in the valley that leads directly to the outside. Locomotives can be used to quickly transport materials produced by the factories inside, which greatly improves efficiency.

The leader was a lieutenant colonel. He picked up his binoculars and looked at the road in the distance. There was a group of vehicles driving towards the gate.

The sentry at the checkpoint immediately stepped forward to stop him, and the driver at the head of the motorcade did not dare to delay. He immediately stopped and took out his ID to show his identity.

Zhao Gongming also jumped out of the car, showed a smiling face, and waved to the lieutenant colonel officer who was still watching in the distance.

But the other party ignored him, and there was a chilling and tense atmosphere in the air.

At this moment, Zhao Gongming only felt that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him, whether in the light or in the dark. It seemed that if there was any slight movement, these people would shoot without hesitation, regardless of who he was.

After repeated checks to confirm the identity, the sentry raised the railing and let the convoy pass.

Zhao Gongming breathed a sigh of relief. Every time he came to this factory canyon, he felt like he was wandering outside the gates of hell. It was really sweaty.

He knew that there were several checkpoints behind the bright steel gate, and the inside was even more heavily guarded. Even though he was the head of the Munitions Department, he usually couldn't get in without permission from above.

Last time I had the honor to go in and inspect with Jun Zuo. The level of defense inside was no less than an indestructible fortress, just like the Nantianmen on the Nujiang River back then, no...even more perverted than that.

However, as the most important production site for equipment and materials in the entire army, it is understandable to have such protection. I just don’t know how Jun Zuo built it to such an extent.

The guns and ammunition produced every day alone are enough to arm a battalion, as well as a variety of military supplies, heavy armor units, and even fighter planes.

It’s hard to imagine how advanced the factories inside are to have such technology and efficiency. How could they be built well in less than ten years?

With doubts in mind, the motorcade quickly arrived at the gate. Zhao Gongming immediately greeted with a smile: "Battal Commander Hou, you've been doing well lately."

The lieutenant colonel returned the military salute and said, "Director Zhao, the mission is urgent, so I won't be polite."

Zhao Gongming also knew the importance of this matter and ran over after getting off the car.

"Cheng Chengcheng, you're welcome. I have brought the convoy here as requested. What is the mission?"

It stands to reason that he, the director of the General Department of Munitions, does not need to be so polite to a battalion commander, but these people in the special agent battalion are not trivial. Except for Liao Mingyu, they are not afraid of anyone. Be polite.

In addition, Jun Zuo personally issued the order and required absolute confidentiality, so it was still necessary for him to come in person.

"It's just a transportation mission, but it must be done confidentially and with absolute priority." Battalion Commander Hou responded calmly, raising his hand to wave to the soldiers above the wall.

Not long after, the steel gates slowly opened to both sides, and a military train drove out, with a huge object loaded in the carriage behind it...

(End of this chapter)