When they approached the village, Wang Jiagui and the other dozen people were stunned. It turned out that trucks and a small number of military jeeps were parked in all the buildings on the roadside of the village. Several jeeps were equipped with machine guns with fierce firepower, but there was no ammunition in the chamber.

Pan Guangzu asked: "If these jeeps are out of fuel, what should you do when you evacuate?"

Through the translation, the officer replied: "The superior ordered us to burn all these cars before twelve o'clock tonight and not leave them to the Japanese."

"The Japanese are also very interested in scrap copper and iron. They will transport these scrap copper and iron back to Japan. After processing, they can turn into aircraft, cannons or even tanks in less than two months, and then transport them back to attack us." Pan Guangzu knew about this when he was a qualitarist.

"Oh, it seems you know the Japanese very well." The officer looked at Pan Guangzu and said.

"Haha... I have worked in the military supplies station for several years before, and I know more about how to deal with some military supplies so as not to leave them to the Japanese." Pan Guangzu replied.

"Then what do you think we should deal with these useless military vehicles?"

"It's very simple. If you use your final performance, even if you hit and kill a Japanese devil in each car, you will be able to do your best." Pan Guangzu replied.

The officer immediately stopped and raised his thumbs up and said, "If my superiors had the same idea as you, then our chariot battalion might not be surrounded here!"

"So it's right for Mr. Major to give us military vehicles. We can let them perform their due performance, save people and kill Japanese devils!" Pan Guangzu took the opportunity to convince the British army's major military officer.

"If you want, choose which one you want," said the British military's quarantine with ease: "If you don't take it away anyway, we will also spend fuel to burn them. Let's use the dye that burns them for you."

"Do you include these jeeps?" Wang Jiagui interrupted.

"Well, including the jeep!" the officer nodded and replied.

The dozen people following Pan Guangzu smiled with joy.

When he arrived at the intersection of the central village, Pan Guangzu saw that the doors of several buildings were closed. He estimated that most of them were ammunition and food warehouses, but there were only two sentry handles. In order to confirm, he asked the translator: "What are the ones in it? It seems that they are not military vehicles?"

The translator replied in a low voice: "There are only remaining ammunition and a little food, and dozens of barrels of fuel, all for the breakout battle that will start after twelve o'clock tonight."

"So, you knew that the national army would help you break through tonight?" Pan Guangzu asked again.

"Well, I knew it more than an hour ago. When the night goes dark, we will send fuel and ammunition to the tank combat units." The translator replied.

Pan Guangzu was shocked: Oh no! We must do it before they can get the fuel and ammunition in full swing.

Follow the quarconian into an office-like room, where more than twenty officers and soldiers were having dinner, each with a can.

"Don't you ever make a fire to cook?" Pan Guangzu asked.

"You can't make a fire, you can see it when the Japanese reconnaissance opportunity." The officer replied, and then he ordered two subordinate officers and the translator to accompany Pan Guangzu and the others to the warehouse.

Pan Guangzu and his friends followed two subordinate officers and translators to a warehouse guarded by two soldiers. He quietly said to Wang Jiagui: "It seems that we can't steal it."

Wang Jiagui asked anxiously: "What should I do?"

Pan Guangzu said: "Since you can't steal secretly, then let's rob it openly! Wait for a while and see my wink."

When they arrived at a cottage house at the corner of the intersection, two sentries standing in front of the warehouse door stood at the sight and saluted the two lower-level officers. One of them took out the key and opened the warehouse door.

There were dozens of barrels of fuel and piled wooden boxes inside. Pan Guangzu asked: "What is in the wooden box?"

The translation answer: "It's the only remaining canned food."

"Don't have ammunition?" Pan Guangzu asked again.

"In the warehouse next door." said the translator.

One of the subordinate officers said a few words to the translator, and then handed a bunch of keys to the other subordinate officer.

"He said that the person who wants you to drive with this commander, drive the car here to refuel, and each car has one gallon of dye." The translator said to Pan Guangzu.

When Pan Guangzu saw that Wang Jiagui was looking at him, he seemed to be asking if he could do anything. Pan Guangzu shook his head at him and said, "Party Leader Wang, take someone to drive."

So a dozen people left with the subordinate officer who had a bunch of car keys.

After a while, when Wang Jiagui heard the sound of the truck starting the engine, he drove the first truck over and parked it at the warehouse door, followed by several trucks and several jeeps equipped with machine guns.

When the lower-level officer used a hose to pump oil from a fuel barrel to a pointed iron container containing oil, Pan Guangzu walked out of the warehouse and whispered a few words in Wang Jiagui's ear.

Wang Jiagui waved his hand to the soldiers of the spy who were standing next to the vehicle waiting to refuel, and everyone came over. Wang Jiagui explained to everyone like this. Four people walked slowly towards the sentry standing guard at the door of the warehouse, greeting the two British sentries with a smile. Four people followed Pan Guangzu into the warehouse, as if they were going to help the lower-level officer who was draining the oil, but Wang Jiagui was waiting outside with the others.

The two British sentries in front of the warehouse were taken over by two soldiers from the four spy companies. They seized their guns and pressed them against their throats with sabers. The British sentries could not scream.

Pan Guangzu asked the four people who entered the warehouse to climb onto the ground and also put the sabers on the necks of the two. Pan Guangzu asked the translator to ask the subordinate officer: "Where is the key to the ammunition warehouse next door?"

The lower-level officer replied, and the translator told Pan Guangzu his words: "He said that the ammunition depot next door does not belong to him, and the key is not on him."

"Bind them all, don't forget to stuff their mouths." Pan Guangzu asked the four of them to tie the subordinate officers and the translator together, and stuffed them into their mouths with a greasy hand wiper cloth.

Another subordinate officer who took Wang Jiagui and the others to pick up the car was also knocked down by Wang Jiagui and the others outside the warehouse. Under the threat of a sharp sword, he walked into the warehouse with the two sentries obediently and was tied up.

"I'm sorry, we need ammunition and equipment and enough fuel. You feel wronged first. When we leave, someone will come to let you go." Pan Guangzu smiled and said to the translator, stood up, and ordered:

"Take three barrels of fuel onto the car, and put the canned boxes onto the car. Don't forget to leave a part of the British. Add some oil to each car and drive it to the company. It's time to hurry! Others followed me to the ammunition depot next door to transport ammunition."

Pan Guangzu arranged half of the people to carry the oil-loading oil barrels and food boxes, and took the other half of the people to take a pair of vises, walked out of the fuel warehouse, went to the door of the next warehouse, and used the vises in his hand to cut off the warehouse lock.

The warehouse mainly contains some artillery shells for tank artillery firing. Pan Guangzu was a quarconian in the past. Of course, he could tell which types of bullets could be equipped with submachine guns and machine guns. He found what he needed and asked people to carry boxes of them to the car. Just when the transport was almost done, his eyes suddenly lit up and saw anti-tank rocket launchers and wooden boxes marked with rockets.

"Take this a few more boxes to the car, this is a good thing!" Pan Guangzu said with a smile: "Grandma! The British army has such weapons, and they actually store them in the warehouse without using them. Then let's help them use them!"

After the materials were transported, each car also added fuel, so they drove one car. Pan Guangzu didn't know how to drive, so he sat in the cab of the truck driven by Wang Jiagui, and swaggered away the truck and the supplies contained in the car.

At this time, the sky was getting darker, and there were less than five hours left before the breakout battle began.
Chapter completed!