"How long has the person been gone?"
In the headquarters, Song Xilian asked the adjutant with two telegrams.
"Captain Liao has just left ten minutes ago." Seeing the eager look on the officer's face, the adjutant replied honestly without daring to hide anything.
Just five hours ago, the people in the Communications Section received a telegram from the Sichuan Army Corps and asked them to help convey to Liao Mingyu that the supplies had been robbed.
But when the telegram was first received, Liao Mingyu had not arrived yet. When others came, the Communications Department failed to convey the matter in time due to a moment of negligence. It was not until the second telegram arrived half an hour ago that they realized what had happened. severity.
"Asshole! Why didn't you report me immediately? Did He Shaozhou take the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's courage? He dares to do such a thing!?"
Song Xilian was very angry. What else could these people do? The same goes for Liao Mingyu... Why didn't you come to me directly if such a big thing happened?
"Prepare your car immediately and catch up with Liao Mingyu and the others!"
Song Xilian pondered for a while and decided decisively that it would be better to go there. He always felt that something bad would happen.
One of the two telegrams he held in his hand was from the Sichuan Army Corps, and the other was from the director of the Dali Transport Station. The content of the telegrams was very clear: Due to material problems, the Sichuan Army Corps and the First Department of the 8th Army were in the process of Armed confrontation.
Back in time a few hours ago, Zhao Gongming happened to set off from Kunming Airport today to transport a batch of equipment from the Sichuan Army to Zenda.
Dali serves as a material transfer station. In addition to carrying out necessary supplies here, Zhao Gongming's transportation group also has to deliver a batch of materials from China to the Sichuan Army Corps.
This time Liao Mingyu exchanged a lot of things, weapons and equipment secondarily, mainly vehicles and gasoline. It was difficult not to attract attention to the huge team of dozens of trucks and jeeps.
This also gave He Shaozhou the opportunity to take action. He first asked his subordinates to stop the convoy for inspection. Zhao Gongming immediately showed his tried and tested pass, but this time he was in trouble.
The people of the 8th Army did not care about the green strip pass and directly seized all the weapons and equipment on the vehicle on the pretext of suspecting that the items had unknown origins.
But this group of people had obviously planned for a long time. They quickly controlled the entire transportation group with lightning speed, and then wanted to pull this batch of supplies to their own military camp.
He Shaozhou didn't want to get things done. According to his intention, as long as those beautiful weapons were detained by the convoy, they would be released after a few days.
Even if Liao Mingyu comes to ask for something, he won't be afraid. At worst, he will drag it on, and his uncle will still be around when it comes to the Military and Political Department, so there is no need to worry at all.
Moreover, a large amount of medicine was actually found in the convoy, which further strengthened his idea of consuming this batch of supplies. The super high return was worth the risk.
But He Shaozhou underestimated Zhao Gongming's vigilance. When he saw the group of people surrounding him, he knew that things were not simple.
Zhao Gongming quietly arranged for a few soldiers to run back with the radio and immediately reported the situation to the Sichuan Army. At the same time, he tried his best to delay the situation.
Unfortunately, Liao Mingyu happened to go to the headquarters at that time, but Meng Fangliao responded quickly after receiving the news. He asked Kang Ya to pull out all the free cars in the regiment, and rushed to Dali with a company. .
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"Hurry up and drive for me. If you keep trying, I'll kill you all!"
An officer who looked like a colonel took out his pistol, pointed at Zhao Gongming and others and roared.
"Sir, there is nothing we can do. We have no reason to transport the supplies elsewhere without orders from our superiors. Otherwise, we will die if we go back. It doesn't matter to me whether you kill us now or not."
Zhao Gongming insisted that he would never drive until he received an order. As a smart man, he had already seen that this group of people were blocking the road and robbing Ming.
In this situation, he is not afraid of the other party shooting, because the nature of the shooting is different, and Commander Liao will definitely not give up. Anyway, he can just hold the other party back, he just looks like a knife. What the hell.
"Fuck you!"
Boom...
"Ouch!"
The colonel was so angry that he kicked him to the ground. Zhao Gongming, who weighed more than 200 kilograms, rolled around on the ground, clutching his stomach and screaming repeatedly.
"Hit me!"
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding soldiers swarmed up and punched and kicked Zhao Gongming and others. Other soldiers in the transportation group tried to stop them but received many blows instead.
After clearing them up, the colonel walked up to Zhao Gongming, who was bruised and swollen with satisfaction, and said triumphantly: "Stop pretending to be a tough guy. Be obedient and you will suffer less. Hurry up and let your soldiers drive!"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Gongming refused to get up, as if he had been seriously injured. His expression was in pain, and blood was spitting out of his mouth. His desperate look shocked those who took action.
The other soldiers who were beaten also imitated their regiment leader's behavior and fell to the ground like a movie star. They screamed non-stop, making it impossible for the convoy to leave due to such a commotion.
The colonel was so angry that he could only stare at the dozens of trucks in the entire convoy without drivers. He really didn't expect that Zhao Gongming and others were so hard-boned.
He was beaten and scolded, and he was not afraid of pointing a gun at others. He came in a hurry and there were not many people in the team who knew how to drive. What else could he do?
He didn't dare to actually shoot. He was not guilty of doing something like this as a bandit. If the commotion was too big, he would be the only one who would be unlucky.
The colonel had no choice but to silently ask his commander for instructions. He Shaozhou secretly cursed the useless waste and had to send a transportation team to help transport the supplies back.
Such a delay gave Meng Fan time. The group of people drove non-stop towards Dali. After driving for more than 4 hours, they finally arrived at the transportation station.
But they were still a step too late. The convoy had already left the transportation station and was on its way to the 8th Army's station.
Meng Fangli went to inquire specifically and found out that the 8th Army's station was only 9 kilometers away from the transportation station. Fortunately, they didn't walk long, so he turned around and chased the convoy.
Meng Fanglia knew very well that if he asked the other party to bring the supplies to the station, it would be unclear. The pork that had been handed over left oil, and even if the items were recovered later, the quantity would not be the same.
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A large convoy was driving slowly on a winding road. The colonel of the 8th Army leaned proudly on the car seat and hummed a tune as the car rocked.
There was an adjutant with a mustache beside him. His wretched little eyes kept turning, staring at the team behind him and saying with some regret:
"Sir, it's such a pity that such a large convoy doesn't have a single box of ocean, so the brothers can't get any oil or water."
"Boy, can't you see three trucks full of penicillin? That's worth more than fucking gold!"
The colonel looked at him disdainfully, as if something suddenly occurred to him, he pulled his mustache ears over and whispered:
"Listen to me, find someone you can trust and give me some medicine. Then you can just sell it and you won't make a fortune?"
"Hit! Hit!" Upon hearing this, Mustache's eyes lit up with excitement. He couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart and immediately got out of the car to make arrangements.
"Beep beep beep!"
At this moment, the road behind them was billowing with dust and smoke, and several trucks suddenly appeared and drove towards them crazily. The jeep at the front of the queue was honking its horn desperately.
"Your uncle, stop everything!"
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