Chapter Thirty-Nine: Interception

  An hour later, Yang Feng looked at the map for a while and felt that it should be about there. There was indeed a scattered light in the distance, so he chose an open space to land and then the helicopter turned back into a cargo truck.

  "Damn, there's not even a single person to ask for directions." He drove slowly on the dark and desolate wilderness, with snow falling from the sky and leaving traces of accumulation on the ground.

  At this moment, a few lights suddenly appeared in the distance ahead. Yang Feng quickly turned on his headlights and drove over to find that they were refugees who had escaped from the disaster, huddled together around a fire for warmth.

  As soon as they saw the cargo emerging from the darkness, these people immediately stood up in terror. Yang Feng was about to get off the bus when he suddenly hesitated and turned back to grab his equipment - a full set of armor worth tens of thousands of dollars that included bulletproof clothing, helmet, elbow pads, knee pads, and even an extra piece for protecting his little brother, making him look just like an American soldier on the battlefield in Afghanistan.

  Two large legs, one with a Colt M1911 on each side, a Thompson submachine gun hanging from the neck, and a Lee-Enfield rifle on his back. A string of hand grenades hung from his shoulder. He looked around, seemingly pleased with himself, nodded in satisfaction, then opened the car door.

  I almost fell down just now.

  "This is terrible, I need to exercise more!" He muttered to himself, unable to sink too low, he had been lacking in physical activity these days, and suddenly carrying dozens of kilograms on his body was indeed a bit unbearable.

  "Old man, what place is this? How far is it from Chifeng?" he shouted at an old man in the crowd.

  "Thirty more miles north and you'll reach Chifeng!" The old man watched him warily.

  Behind him, three middle-aged men even casually put their hands on their waists. Yang Feng didn't mind this at all. Anyone who suddenly sees a fully armed person in such an environment would definitely not think of hugging them first.

  He took a look at these people, an old man, three sturdy men, and then more than ten half-grown children, both boys and girls.

  "What's this?" he asked with some confusion.

  "I am the principal of Chifeng Middle School, and these are all my adopted children. Now that place has become a battlefield, so I had to bring them to Chengde. These three are friends I invited to protect us on the way." The old man said.

  Wow, principal! What a pity that such good words were ruined by those rubbish people in later generations.

  Yang Feng was moved to tears there, when suddenly a middle-aged man with a large build across from him changed his expression, immediately fell to the ground, pressed his ear against the ground, and had an air of being on high alert.

  "Put out the fire! Cavalry is coming! A large troop of cavalry!" he shouted loudly.

  Including those children, a group of people hurriedly and hastily extinguished the bonfire, and Yang Feng also turned off the car lights.

  "What kind of person is he?" He asked Da Ge, at this time Da Ge and two others had already drawn their box guns.

  "I don't know, brother, can your car fit everyone? If it were Japanese people, we'd all have to wait here." the big guy said.

  "It should be about right!" Yang Feng said, but no one noticed that the rear carriage had suddenly lengthened by over ten centimeters.

  "It's okay, the boys all come in, standing sideways and in a row, the girls go to the front driver's cabin, and several old brothers have to lie on the roof of the car!" Yang Feng said as he opened the rear compartment door.

  "Ma Keqin! Brother, what are you doing?" The big guy glanced into the carriage and immediately shouted.

  "I'm from Beiping, I bought a batch of military supplies and plan to send them to the generals at the front line. By the way, do you know how to use this stuff?" Yang Feng asked.

  "Lao Liu, get the dog up onto the roof of the car!" The big guy didn't bother to respond, and instead turned his head to shout at his two companions.

  "We were all in the Northwest Army before, and Old Six was originally a machine gunner!" He then explained to Yang Feng.

  At this time, his two companions had quickly moved out a machine gun and a box of ammunition.

  "No water!" Old Six said after checking with ease.

  "Bring all the kettles!" the big fellow shouted.

  "Will this do?" said a little girl in the driver's cabin, holding up a bottle of apple-flavored soda.

  "Ah, that's fine too, there are still several bottles inside!" Yang Feng said with a smile.

  The armored vehicle filled with Meituan deliverymen was on the roof, Lao Liu and Dogzi operated a machine gun, one feeding bullets, and Daxiazi also held Yang Feng's Lee-Enfield rifle to cover them.

  The carriage was packed with eight girls, just like a can of sardines. One of them had her face red and was leaning on Yang Feng's back. The old principal really had no place to sit, so he sat alone at the front of the car, tightly holding onto the rear compartment, and set off towards Chifeng like an Indian bus.

  Just after leaving for a short while, Yang Feng suddenly heard the knocking sound on the roof of the car and quickly stopped the car.

  "We can't just let them go like that, if they're Japanese, they must be spies, we'll take them away!" The old man panted heavily, his face covered with snowflakes.

  "What do you mean?" Yang Feng looked at the tire tracks behind and asked the big guy with some embarrassment.

  The three of them hesitated for a moment.

  "It's done! Yang brother has left us here, you take Principal Wu and leave first!" the big guy gritted his teeth and said.

  "Let's go!" Yang Feng looked around and drove the car directly into a depression, with the top of Mark's car just exposed outside.

  "Get out of the car, boys!" He opened the trunk and said, then moved out a box of firecrackers: "One for each person!"

  Then the old principal also took one.

  Yang Feng took out a spring field from the car and then took out a grenade launcher to install on the gun muzzle, moving a box of grenades beside him.

  "Hand grenade! This thing is rare!" The big guy was startled.

  "Of course, I got all these from the American army in Tianjin." Yang Feng said with a pleased smile.

  Just then, a clear vibration came from the ground, and soon a piece of steel helmet reflection appeared in the snowy night.

  "Remember, once I shout 'Get on the car!', you all immediately run into the carriage!" Yang Feng said to those boys. This was also the reason he dared to play a blocking game. The open carriage was right behind him, and the transforming bullet-proof cargo compartment was impenetrable. As long as these children got on the car, he could drive away directly, and it would be simply impossible for the cavalry to catch up.

  The tall war horses quickly exposed the identity of the cavalry, but Yang Feng felt that something was not right. At most, there was only one squadron. If they were really going to launch a surprise attack, it wouldn't be just these few people.

  "Lost!" The big guy immediately saw his confusion.

  "Mind your own business, let's fight first and talk later!" Yang Feng said viciously.

  "Fire!" The big guy immediately turned his head and shouted to Lao Liu, amidst the fragrance of apple soda, Mark's gun muzzle suddenly spewed out flames.