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Chapter 127 Call Airdrop
In the vast Dabie Mountains, a team of more than 900 people meanders forward. The team is neat and tidy. Everyone is neatly dressed, with guns on their backs and bamboo sticks in their hands.

Although everyone's face was weathered and exhausted, their faces were covered with stubble, and their clothes were stained a little, they walked firmly and stepped firmly between the leaves-covered mountains and forests.

"Peng!" A burst of clear gunshots penetrated the entire mountain forest, and a deer that had just jumped up fell to the ground in an instant. The instructor Liu Yueyang put away the spear and returned it to the students behind him, and said happily, "You two, go and get that deer Drag it back to the house, today we have roe deer broth to eat."

In the evening, Huangpu students disemboweled two roe deer and one mountain deer, and threw the internal organs and fur into the fire to prevent wild animals from following the blood.

The meat looks like a lot, but it is actually distributed to each brigade according to the number of heads, and then cut into small pieces evenly, and one piece is only about the size of a finger.With wild vegetables, bones and so on, they are cooked in separate pots, and each person's mouthwash cup can only be divided into half a cup.

On the march, in addition to the daily non-digestible dry food pancakes, the teachers and students in Huangpu could only rely on the half cup of broth at night to supplement their nutrition.

There are more than 900 mouths, which can consume a lot of supplies. The mountain bacon brought in has been exhausted in the first three days.

Now, except for the hard-to-digest dry food pancakes and a few dried salty bamboo shoots in everyone's package, all edible supplies are exhausted.

Dried salty bamboo shoots are a good thing. Not only is it easy to carry, but it can also add salt when you put a few in the broth.

At night, when the bonfires were stacked, the instructor Liu Yueyang walked to the team leader Liu Yongyao, "Old Liu, just by hunting a few wild game, there are so many of us, we can't just rely on two mouthfuls of broth every day, right? There are mountain roads trekking every day." , It’s already the fifth day, and the students don’t have big mouthfuls of meat to eat, it’s not going to work like this, let’s ask the higher-ups to call it an airdrop.”

Several other instructors nodded in agreement.

Seeing that all the instructors agreed, Liu Yongyao called the communication soldiers behind him and spread out the map.

After a while, Liu Yongyao put away the map, "Send a contract to Chongqing to request an airdrop. The Whampoa Department is currently in Niujiaoling. It is expected to arrive at Wufeng Mountain at noon tomorrow. Our department requests airdrop here, and we will guide it with beacon fire."

"Dididi! Dididi!" The voice rang rhythmically in the mountains and forests, and the red lights kept flashing. This telegram was sent from the dense forests in the mountains to Chongqing City.

The government machinery began to operate, and a telegram from Chongqing was sent to the military airport closest to the teachers and students of Whampoa: Qianshan Airport, and Anqing City not far away.

Batches of supplies were mobilized from surrounding areas. In Anqing City, [-] kilometers away, boxes of supplies were loaded onto military trucks. Three trucks were loaded with canned food and other supplies. They set off from Anqing City overnight to Qianshan Airport.

Then transport it to the plane, install a large parachute and anti-collision measures, and be ready to go at any time.

The frost fell more heavily in the mountains and forests. The teachers and students of Huangpu set off from Niujiaoling in the early morning and arrived at the mountains in the Wufeng Mountains at noon.

Team leader Liu Yongyao stood on the top of the hill and pointed down with a telescope. "The terrain ahead is flat and there are not many trees. It is very suitable for airdrops. Let's prepare here."

So the teachers and students in Huangpu began to cut down wood to live. For a time, thick smoke billowed in three places, forming three pillars of smoke, forming a triangle.

Tiger Rock, which is less than two kilometers away from the gentle Wufeng Mountain, has a wide area of ​​400 square meters without a steep top.The terrain beyond the top of the mountain is suddenly steep and steep, with cliffs on three sides, one of which is a large rift valley, and there is only one uphill trail that can barely pass through the top of the mountain. It is full of faults, falling directly into slag, so this trail is dubbed the title of "Dragon's Back" in this place.

And all of these make Laohuyan a natural den of bandits, and it's the kind where one man is in charge of the other and ten thousand are hard to get out of.

Occupying Tiger Rock is the well-known bandit den in ten miles and eight townships, and its name is also very famous: Wolong Village!Because from a distance, the "dragon back" that goes up and down the mountain looks like a long lying dragon.

The only mountain gate on the top of the mountain is made of stones and cut into plates, and the end of the "Dragon Back" is stuck.After passing through the mountain gate, the inside is the core of Wolong Village.

In the middle is a huge mixed building of wooden pillars and bricks, the eaves are soaring, and the three characters "Juyi Hall" are hung high.

There are nine wide-bodied bamboo chairs on both sides of the Juyi hall. There is a bamboo table between the bamboo chairs, which is used to place tea and wild fruits. In the middle of the front row is a solid wooden chair with wide armrests and a backrest. There is a complete tiger skin hanging on it, which is the seat of the head of the Juyi Hall who claims to be "Fanshanlong".

Coming out of the Juyi hall, there are rows of bamboo attics scattered on both sides, where the king of the mountain and all the minions stayed.

Although the name is famous and the terrain is easy to defend but difficult to attack, the strength of Wolong Village can only be regarded as average.

As the saying goes, success is Xiao He, failure is Xiao He. The terrain of Wolong Village is isolated in the mountains, belonging to the depths of the Dabie Mountains. From here to the nearest market, it is a five-kilometer mountain road.It is doomed that there will be no caravan passing by at all, and even because there are not many scattered mountain households nearby, there are few peddlers.

So all along, this Wolong village is not very rich, and big bowls of drinking and eating meat can only appear on important festivals or when there is a big harvest.

At this moment, the head of the Juyi Hall, "Fanshanlong", has a very unhappy face. With two hickory nuts wrapped in his left hand, he is turning over the sound of "Kazi Kazi", and his two brows are tightly knit together. .From time to time, the right hand picked up the teacup that was not steaming and took a few sips, and then made calculations against a ledger. The eighteen chairs below were not full, and some went down to generate income.

Among the [-] seats below, except for the front three on the left, which are fixed seats, and the three people in the upper seat are all "veterans" who have created a foundation with Fanshanlong, the remaining fifteen seats are subject to a competition system. Assess the income-generating performance of the fifteen masters, and position them according to their rankings.

This is also the way "Fanshanlong" came up with to motivate his subordinates to generate income.

But since seven or eight days into December, the cottage has not made any big gains. The only time it can be regarded as a "big harvest" was at the beginning of last month, when it was outsourced six kilometers to the local rich man from his hometown. The grain sales team in Anqing City pulled three large carriages back to the village.

But since then, there hasn't been any big income, which makes the head of the family feel like sitting on the mountain, after all, there are more than 80 brothers in this cottage who are counting on it.

At this time, a black and thin man came in from outside the Juyi hall, he was the fifth head of the family who brought a team of minions down the mountain to generate income.At this moment, Wu Dangjia sat down on the fifth chair from the left, took a few breaths and drank the tea on the small bamboo table next to him with his neck raised.

The head of the first place asked, "Fifth head, what did you bring back when you went down the mountain?"

The black and thin Wudangjia wrung his fingers and said, "Three old hens that can lay eggs, two roosters, one lamb, two iron pots, and one basket of old salty bamboo shoots."

The eldest master held a pen in his hand and wrote it down in the notebook. Before he could feel the writing, the fifth master lost his voice and asked, "No more?"

The two looked at each other, Wu Dangjia nodded, "It's gone."

What's nonsense is that the people around are already used to it, and they are even a little happy. The harvest of such a trip down the mountain is already considered a small achievement in Wolong Village, and they can still catch a lamb, not bad, not bad.

(End of this chapter)