A few days later, on the open space in the southwest corner of Mangshi, boxes of supply supplies were placed in piles on both sides of the road, with various trucks and mules and horses parked around them. Countless soldiers were busy loading the trucks.

Now this place has become a logistics transfer station of the Third Division. A large amount of supplies sent from the rear are gathered here, and they are then sent to various companies and platoons in a classified manner by the baggage troops.

"Oh my god, I'm so serious... Brother Zhou, look at these boxes, right?"

A thin soldier worked hard to finally carry the large boxes of ammunition onto the truck.

"Thirty boxes of submachine guns, two boxes of 7.62 bullets, as well as loose pieces, grenades... Yes, that's all, so move them all, hurry up and send them back to the company."

Monk Zhou took Zhang Qing's list to check one by one. Although he was big and thick, he was very careful in this regard. After confirming that it was correct, he asked his subordinates to start loading the car.

"Haha, Master Mo didn't come today? Is there any problem with the things?"

Feng San, the company commander of the baggage troop who was responsible for the allocation of this material, came over and greeted him with a smile.

"Wow, Company Commander Feng, Old Mo couldn't leave today if he had something to do, but he is not the squad leader now and has been promoted to the company commander."

Monk Zhou touched his shiny big head and preached proudly.

Because I often go to the transportation group to get supplies, I am familiar with the several managers here.

"Oh, then you have to congratulate him. He became the company commander at a young age and has a bright future." Feng San, who was in his fifties, smiled like an old fox, and kept praising him.

"Oh, Commander Feng, why are you so polite today? We are all real people. Just tell me if you have any problems."

Monk Zhou was really confused. This old guy looked like a landlord and old fortune on weekdays. He was faster than anyone else if he had any wrong face. It was harder to get more things from him than climbing to the sky. Why did he suddenly change his face today?

"Haha, it's nothing. That... I heard you're going to be taken to the chariot camp?" Feng San's eyes turned and asked with a pointing look.

"It's because of this, what's wrong?"

Last time he attacked Mangshi, Monk Zhou's squad was the first team to rush into the city. With the cooperation of armored vehicles, he defeated several firepower points in a row. Then he also annihilated countless enemies in the battle with the 18th Division.

In the Mangshi blocking battle, a group of grassroots officers were killed or injured and withdrawn from the battle sequence one after another. Each company and platoon urgently needed a group of officers to be replaced on the front line. Squad leader Mo Youcai was promoted to the company commander because of his contributions in two battles, and Monk Zhou also became a platoon leader.

Seeing that the cooperation between Bu and Tan showed initial results, Chen Jize decided to add two infantry companies to the Third Regiment's War Tank Battalion to continue to cooperate in cooperation, and the company where Zhou and Shang were located was just divided into it.

Feng San received a positive answer and immediately showed joy. He quietly pulled Monk Zhou to the corner and said with a smile: "Well, I have a nephew. He used to work in the armored corps under Chief Du. He could drive tanks and fought the Nanjing defense battle back then."

"Then what?"

"Oh...you also know, how many people who came out of that ghost place in Nanjing can survive? My nephew's tank crew was fired by the Japanese, and he was burned to pieces. Fortunately, his fellow villagers found out that he was not dead, so he saved his life."

Feng San said, turning his head and breezed behind him. Monk Zhou looked in the direction he pointed, and a 27 or 28-year-old soldier was standing quietly next to the truck.

I saw him standing expressionlessly, without saying anything, and there was no joy or anger in his dark eyes. Half of his face was burning. As his cheeks extended to the depths of his neck, perhaps the scar under the clothes became even more ferocious.

"Amitabha, it's really not easy..."

Seeing the tragic situation of the young man, Monk Zhou couldn't help but sigh. He was originally a monk, but because the Japanese invaders had no intention of missing the scriptures, he went down the mountain with a few brothers to fight against Japan. He was the only one left to live until the war.

Seeing that there was a chance, Feng Sanyi took Monk Zhou's hand and said seriously: "Brother, I heard that you have even been transferred to the chariot battalion. My nephew has no other skills, just knowing how to drive the tank. You see, why don't you go back with you and see if you can get a tank driver in the back."

"Ah! This...Company Commander Feng, why are you here to find me for this?" Zhou was surprised. He didn't expect that Feng San wanted to stuff people in him.

"I originally wanted to find Lao Mo. You know we are fellow townsmen, but didn't he come today?"

"No, you want him to drive a tank and find people from the chariot camp. We were just infantrymen in the past, not tolerate it." Monk Zhou looked dark.

Feng San's face changed slightly, and he said without any anger: "I've looked for it a long time ago. My mother's egg color is all the masters with nostrils facing the sky. How happy is it to me?"

Feng San was helpless when he talked about this. The main leader had sent a group of drivers over there, and there was no gap. He thought to let his nephew enter the chariot camp first. Maybe he could use it later?

"Oh... this kid's life is miserable. His hometown ancestral home was occupied by the Japanese. My sister and brother-in-law were gone. He was in the rear for two years before he recovered. After recovering from his injuries, he returned to the army. Now he is a driver under my hands."

When Feng San said this, his eyes were a little wet, and his nephew's tragic experience made him cry.

"Brother Feng, don't...hey..."

Monk Zhou was straightforward and didn't know what to do when he saw this scene, so he had to tell the truth: "If I were to come, it would be great to stay in the baggage camp. Not to mention the amount of oil and water, the risk was low. It was not like ours who put their heads on their belts every day, and they suddenly went to see the Buddha."

"I said it too, but that boy was stubborn and his only wish was to drive a tank to kill the Japanese and avenge their parents and their dead comrades. If he hadn't been pestering me all the time, I wouldn't have been so troublesome."

Feng San sighed, looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to them, hugged Monk Zhou's neck and whispered: "Are you even replenishing troops? There are not many more people, and they are not all the same thing. Don't you worry, there are good things behind you, don't you think about you? Really..."

Monk Zhou thought about it seriously and thought that the same thing was true. This old fox dared not offend him. Although he was not a big official, he would be in charge of several battalions of supplies. Maybe he would have to ask others for help later.

"Then you ask him to come and show me. Let me agree first. No one dares to guarantee the battle. If he gets into the armor, I can't even control whether he can get into the armor."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. Just take a little care on the battlefield."
Chapter completed!