The Japanese on the roof of the watchtower were still resisting stubbornly, but in a short time they could not do anything about them. The iron plate that was knocked back from above became their best protection.

Uncle Guo asked Wu Fei to go down and ask the third leader to call the puppet soldiers to transport supplies. There was nothing on the first floor, but there were a lot of them on the second floor, with dozens of ammunition boxes neatly arranged, and there were also many fragments of the previous grenade explosion on it. Uncle Guo and Wu Fei were lucky, and even one grenade could not detonate those ammunition boxes.

When the Sanding Army heard that something had been moved, they immediately threatened the tenth puppet army to walk towards the bunker. However, they were caught by the Japanese on the top of the blockhouse. A Japanese man held a machine gun and fired at them. The distance was too close, and five or six puppet soldiers were knocked down on the spot. Fortunately, the Sanding Army was quick to dodge, otherwise they would have been shot twice.

"Damn it, I almost bite me when I die." The third leader flashed to the edge of the guardhouse, and his wreck gun in his hand shot all the bullets at the top of the tower. Unfortunately, he failed to hit the Japanese.

After being beaten to death, these puppet soldiers dared not go to the watchtower, nor could they care about the threat from the Third Head, and ran out desperately.

The Japanese on the top of the watchtower were also not afraid of death. After taking a magazine, they reinstalled it and then fired at it. The suppressed three heads of the boss dared not reveal it.

Wu Fei was also annoyed. The Japanese killed all the puppet troops and who would move the things. With a thought, he took out a few grenades from the watchtower, pulled the fire and threw a few onto the top of the watchtower. Regardless of the effect, he shouted at the third head of the house, "Go and ask Captain Liu to bring some people to move things."

The gunfire on the roof of the tower only took a short break and rang again. It seemed that the grenades that Wu Fei lost did not cause fatal damage to the Japanese, and I don’t know what the situation was like.

The gunfire sounds on Dachun never stopped. He faithfully implemented Uncle Guo’s request and did not let go of bullets. You should know that for the soldiers of the Baishishan guerrillas, bullets are sometimes more important than life.

Wu Fei would not understand this. There are still many members of the Baishishan guerrillas who don’t even have guns. They can’t compare with Ermashan’s lack of guns and food. After so many bullets were fired, Dachun’s heart is bleeding now. What was wasted tonight will definitely make him feel distressed for two or three days.

The grenade did not work, so the puppet army ran away again, and Wu Fei had no choice but to return to the second floor of the watchtower.

After he went up, he found that Uncle Guo was actually piled up under the wooden stairs. The Japanese sleeping bed was dismantled, the bedding on the bed was thrown there, and other tables, chairs, benches, etc. were also piled up there.

"Uncle Guo, what are you doing?" Wu Fei didn't understand Uncle Guo's actions.

"Have you eaten roasted pigs? You have never eaten them before, and they taste very fragrant!"

Uncle Guo’s answer was wrong, but Wu Fei still guessed the purpose of his doing this, which was to set fire. It was just a brick and stone watchtower. Apart from these things, there was nothing that could be burned. Is it useful to set this fire? Wu Fei had a big question mark in his mind.

"Why are you still standing there? Go downstairs to find everything you can cook. Let's roast a few pigs today."

Uncle Guo's smile made Wu Fei see the other side again. This is not the same Uncle Guo who doesn't leave the room. He is simply a playful child.

While Wu Fei and Uncle Guo were picking up things from the first floor, Dachun and the Sanding family brought seven or eight people in, but they were not attacked. I wonder if Wu Fei's grenades were working. The Japanese were busy shooting against Bai Shishan and completely gave up the guard post to the watchtower.

"There are ammunition and weapons upstairs, so move them all to the guard booth first." Faced with the surprise of the Sandangjia and Dachun, Uncle Guo did not explain too much, but asked them to move quickly. Time did not wait for anyone, and the fire was burned as soon as possible. God knew when the Japanese reinforcements would come.

Wu Fei didn't have the heart to help set fire. He thought of a question: so many Japanese puppet troops lived in this watchtower, but they didn't see any food on the first and second floors. How could they live on? It was impossible for every meal to be delivered from the city.

With this question, while they were carrying weapons and ammunition, Wu Fei went down to the first floor again and carefully checked to see if there was any missing place, which disappointed him. The first floor was really just a place for the puppet troops to rest. Apart from a circle of large shops, there was only the wooden staircase.

There was no one who wanted to find anything he wanted on the first and second floors, so Wu Fei turned out of the watchtower. When he was at the door, he suddenly found that in addition to the smooth road from the guard post on the ground, there was also a smooth path on the left side of the watchtower. In fact, it should not be considered a road. But if people step on it, it became smooth and became a path.

Following this path, Wu Fei only turned half a circle and found a door on the wall of the watchtower, with a copper lock hanging on it, and a little oily light reflected under the starlight.

When he walked closer, Wu Fei actually heard a strange, continuous sound inside the door, very much like a car's engine. He was lazy to pick the lock and kicked open the door. Without the barrier of the door, the sound inside became louder. Following the steps down, Wu Fei found that it was actually a basement, with a light bulb hanging on the top, with a dim light. On the left side of the basement were several large oil barrels, and there was a machine near the oil barrel, which was roaring continuously; on the right side was covered with a yellow-brown bulb, which lifted the cloth, and the sight of the bulb was sacks and flour like a hill.

"I guessed it was true. It turned out that they were all hidden here." Wu Fei was very excited. He pulled the cloth to the ground, carried a bag of flour and walked out. Before going up the stairs, he looked at the machine that was still ringing constantly and shook his head. What was the use of this thing? He really couldn't guess.

When they got up to the ground, Wu Fei saw that the Sandang family and the others had moved all the ammunition boxes to the guardhouse, and thick smoke had already emerged from the watchtower. It seemed that Uncle Guo had already lit the fire. It seemed that he was very happy with the process of roasting pigs.

"Food! White flour! There is a lot of food here."

Wu Fei was not interested in watching Uncle Guo roasted pigs. He pointed behind him and shouted excitedly at Dachun and the Sandang family. Baimian had an irresistible temptation to the northerners.

Wu Fei didn't know the machine, but it didn't mean that Uncle Guo didn't know it. As soon as he entered the basement, he called the machine's name "Motor!"

"What is the motor?" Wu Fei asked.

"Did you see this light? You can only turn on this machine." Uncle Guo responded to Wu Fei's question, and then walked to several large oil barrels with a sad face. "How can you transport these oils out?"

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Chapter completed!