Shimen, the quarantine officer responsible for supplying the front line was counting the goods at this time, and next to them were a large number of busy soldiers. Some of them commanded cranes to carry heavy supplies onto the parked trains, some coordinated traffic to prevent transporting vehicles from blocking the intersection, and some took action in person to move some smaller boxes into the carriage.

These supplies include guns, ammunition, winter clothing, warm cotton shoes, dry food with a long shelf life, clean water, machine diesel, and many canned foods that will be appreciated by frontline soldiers. Many containers containing more than a dozen pigs were loaded into the train. If such animals appear on the frontline, they will definitely have a qualitative increase in morale.

The quarantine officer flipped through the list of supplies and smiled with emotion: "Jiangzong is really a genius. He knows that he should seize the north as soon as possible and occupy a large area of ​​production. Look at our supplies! Can the poor people of this wealthy battle that is so fat that the Republic can afford to fight?"

A soldier ran over and handed over a stack of documents to the qualifiers. He picked up a pack of freshly opened air-dried beef next to him and ate it with relish: "This is the final list. After this batch is done, we can rest for a few days."

"Leave some for me!" The quarantine officer stretched out his hand, grabbed a handful of beef into the bag, stuffed it into his mouth, and looked at the documents in his hand while chewing. Suddenly, his chewing stopped, swallowing the beef that had not been chewed, and asked with a frown, "Hey, why don't there be a list of Huanghua's strongholds?"

The soldier next to him leaned his head and said, "Ah? No, did you miss it?"

"I just miss you, you forgot it, I will never forget it?" said the quarantine officer cursing, "Huang Hua should have transported 20 tons of salt this month, why don't you even have any hair?"

The soldier took the list in confusion and glanced at it. He really didn't find Huang Hua's record. He asked the communications soldiers to move to the radio station and called the garrison on Huang Hua's side, wanting to ask what was going on.

After a while, the soldier frowned and lowered the phone, saying, "Strange things, no one responded."

"Forget it, this train is about to set off. We will hold them accountable before we wait." The quarantine officer made a decision. The train is now loaded with a large number of important supplies. The front line needs it very much. It cannot be delayed just because of 20 tons of salt, otherwise the front line soldiers will curse.

The quarconian just turned around and accidentally bumped into someone. Strangely, he was 1.83 meters tall and weighed 196 kilograms. This was a real muscle. He was doing 30 bench presses for 200 kilograms without breathing when he was exercising. But now he turned around and knocked himself down.

The quartermaster stood up while swearing and looked at the person he bumped into.

This is a tall man nearly two meters tall, with a very large skeleton that stretches out his loose military uniform. His military cap is pressed down very low, but you can still see his snow-white hair and the fierce eyes that emit blood-colored cold light under the shadow of the brim of the hat.

Under the terror of the nerves, the quarantine officer felt a bloody storm coming, and unconsciously touched the gun at his waist. But soon, a very sunny young man ran over, helped the quarantine officer up, and said apologetically: "Oh, old squad leader, I'm so embarrassed, come on, I'll help you up."

The quarantine officer stood up, wiped the cold sweat from his head, glanced at the white-haired man, and looked at the sunny young man. Suddenly, he smelled a strange smell on the other person, as if... the smell of rotten sea water!

The stone gate is far away from the ocean and you can’t see a drop of sea water. How could there be such a strange smell?

The quarantine officer looked at the young man's military uniform and epaulette in confusion. There was nothing unusual, it was all his own things, but he still asked strangely: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The young man straightened his back: "Report! Come and carry supplies!"

"Bad! I'm not forgetting it all. Everyone here recognizes it and has never seen you!" The tone of the quartermaster became a little unfriendly.

But there was no wavering on the young man's face: "Report! We came from the bus station, there was enough staff there, the leader asked us to come and help!"

"Which group?"

"The 97th Division of the Northern Legion, the 121st Regiment!"

"Oh..." The unfriendly expression on the quarantine's face disappeared. He pointed to the open space not far away and said, "You go there and wait."

"yes!"

The sunny young man and the white-haired man didn't go far. The quarantine officer suddenly drew out his gun with a ferocious face and pointed it at the young man's head. The reason was very simple. The 121st Regiment of the 97th Division of the Northern Legion just set out to support the front line half an hour ago. How could it be still at the stone gate?

The hot bullets rushed towards the back of the young man's head, and in the blink of an eye it torn apart the distance of less than ten meters. As long as it hit, it would definitely cause brain rupture.

However, in this time calculated in milliseconds, the white-haired man had arrived on the bullet route at some point, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the bullet without a single moment.

The bullet with huge kinetic energy is enough to tear any human flesh and blood, but in the hands of the white-haired man, the bullet is like a weak firefly. In the blink of an eye, it lost the motivation to move forward, and turned into pieces in the man's huge force, slowly flowing down from his fingertips...

"Oh, it seems that we should learn more from the 'rabbit'..." The sunny young man turned around, the smile on his face did not fade away at all, and even pretended to be cute and patted his head, and laughed, "I really don't have the potential to be a spy. Are you right, Captain White Wolf."

"Come here! A spy has come in!" The quarantine was not a powerful evolver and dared not take the initiative. He could only shoot while calling people.

However, the bullet did not bring any effect. Captain Bailang was too lazy to catch it and let the bullets hit him. However, these large-diameter bullets that were enough to penetrate the bones of flesh and bones failed to penetrate the tough skin, and even a trace of bruises could not be left behind. It was like a piece of iron plate was punched, no! Even if it was a real iron plate, it would have to be punched several holes!

At the shout of the quartermaster, a lieutenant colonel from the security regiment arrived.

The security regiment is a pure combat force. Those who can be selected must be evolvers and elites with outstanding military skills. The same is true for the security regiment commander. His military rank is Lieutenant Colonel, a bbb-level Bergward Blood Evolutionist. The moment he pounces on him, he enters a transformed state and turns into a powerful God of War.

However, as soon as the security commander pounced in front of Bailang, the horizontal slash of Bailang's right leg directly hit the iron body that had transformed. What happened next made the rebels around him frightened.

The body of the security commander "disintegrated" in the bombardment. Yes, because the blow he suffered was too great, the terrifying force directly shattered the connection between his muscles and tissues. The whole person was directly bombarded by this leg and scattered on the ground.
Chapter completed!