Chapter Fifty-six: Air Raid

  He Yingqin, unlike Yang Hu-cheng, had no time to indulge in such pleasures when the enemy was at the gate; as the highest military and political leader of North China, he had countless things to attend to, so after a brief introduction, he hastily left with his chief of staff Huang Shaohong.

  Yang Feng watched as the convoy disappeared into the distance, a smile spreading across his face with a hint of sinister intent.

  His tractor driver training was very fast, and in just half a day, the apprentices were already able to drive around the streets. He didn't stop at all, and immediately loaded 10,000 cotton coats and hats onto the truck, along with some other comfort goods. With twenty-one vehicles, including trucks and tractors, they rushed towards Gubeikou. To ensure the safety of the convoy, Xiao Zhenying specially assigned twenty guards to escort them. Da Ge Lao Lin and his two brothers naturally took on the responsibility of bodyguards. An M2 heavy machine gun was mounted directly on top of the truck, and Yang Feng had added a 360-degree rotating machine gun mount similar to those used by the US military. A one-meter-high ring-shaped shield made of steel plates surrounded the machine gun, which also had a protective shield, making it suitable for both high and low positions.

  As for the big guy and Xiao Zhenying's squad, one platoon leader sat on either side of the specially installed platform at the back of the car head, each holding two Thompsons with a fierce gaze. The remaining soldiers had one person per tractor, equipped with a Tommy gun and a Springfield rifle, with a large canteen hanging from their waist. This platoon was already given to him by Xiao Zhenying as his personal bodyguard, so he could do whatever he wanted.

  Yang Feng is not very satisfied with the military uniform, the old camouflage plus cotton coat, just like a group of migrant workers going to the construction site with the boss, especially when sitting on the hand-pulled tractor, it looks even more so.

  "Let's make do for now! Later, I'll get Heinrich to help me out and see if we can get a few original SS uniforms from Germany. Those things look so cool!" Yang Feng muttered to himself.

  "What did you say?" Xīn'er asked in puzzlement, sitting beside him. She and Yang Jing had insisted on going together, and after Yang Feng coaxed them for a while without being able to persuade them to stay behind, he simply agreed, figuring it was safe enough inside the car anyway.

  "Ah, nothing, I was just saying that with you guys sitting next to me, I couldn't drive at ease." Yang Feng said with a smile.

  "Why?" The two girls asked foolishly.

  "With a beauty by your side, who still has the heart to drive?" Yang Feng said with a lustful smile.

  "Pervert!" Xīn'er scolded him, waving her small fist and hitting him hard. Even Yang Jing's face turned red as she hit him once.

  Not long after leaving Beiping, the front was blocked by a large number of Central Plains soldiers. The flag indicated that it was Huang Jie's Second Division, which was on its way to reinforce Gubeikou.

  "Make way, brothers! We're also heading to Gubeikou to deliver cotton-padded clothes to the 25th Division!" Yang Feng slowly drove while tossing cigarette butts out of the window.

  "What kind of cotton-padded jacket?" a mounted colonel asked.

  Yang Feng turned his head and pointed at the guards on the tractor behind him.

  "Let's divide it among us!" The colonel's eyes lit up, looking at his thinly dressed subordinates, and then asked while leaning against the car window.

  "This was bought by Guan Lin with his own money, five dollars a piece, and the deposit has already been paid." Yang Feng said with difficulty.

  "Make way!" The colonel ordered his subordinates to make way while saying to Yang Feng, "You come with me!"

  Yang Feng followed him for more than a mile, catching up with Huang Jie, who was also riding a horse. The colonel went over and said something to Huang Jie, who then came to Yang Feng's car and introduced himself. After exchanging introductions, Huang Jie asked: "Mr. Yang, how many pieces of clothing do you have in this batch?"

  "One hundred thousand sets of hoods."

  "The 25th Division now has less than six thousand people left, and I'll allocate four thousand sets to you. As for the money, I can only give you two thousand yuan for now, and the rest will be paid by IOU. You can go to the Military Affairs Committee's Logistics Department in Beiping to collect it. What do you think?"

  "If Mr. Yang is not at ease, I can have the Director of Military Supplies accompany you." Huang Jie added, seeing that Yang Feng was somewhat hesitant.

  "That's not necessary, I just didn't expect the 25th Division to be defeated so badly!" Yang Feng said hastily. At this time, the Central Army was still very disciplined, after all, the vast majority of officers were from the early periods of Huangpu, and they had all been hot-blooded young people who took it upon themselves to strive for self-improvement, especially since the Great Wall War was largely their image project, and they would not sabotage their own cause."

  "To be honest, without the artillery support of the 29th Army, they would have been beaten even more badly." Huang Jie sighed and said that Yang Feng's relationship with the 29th Army was already well-known to everyone, so he didn't mind saying a few good words to get closer.

  "If Master Huang wants it, I can also help you buy it, but the price is really not cheap." Yang Feng said with a smile.

  Huang Jie smiled slightly, not saying a word. They were not the 29th Army, and the equipment of the Central Yang Army was uniformly allocated from above. It was impossible to get funding for private purchases. The cotton coat didn't matter, it was just tens of thousands of yuan. With his status as a commander of an elite division, he still had some face.

  Unloading was quick, and the soldiers from the south were already frozen enough. Now that they had cotton coats to wear, each one was not slow. As for how a division would divide these 4,000 sets, it had nothing to do with Yang Feng. In the empty tractor-trailer, Yang Feng took another company of soldiers, and the convoy left the Second Division and rushed towards Gubeikou.

  As soon as I arrived in Miyun, I felt the thick atmosphere of war. Vehicles transporting wounded soldiers, civilians going to Gubeikou to help, and even students from various universities in Beiping coming to support the troops could be seen everywhere in this small county town.

  The fleet had just entered the city, and Yang Feng was secretly glancing at several female students by the roadside with a sly look in his eyes. Suddenly, a shrill air raid siren sounded, and for the first time hearing this sound, he hadn't reacted yet. His heart was slightly panicked as he pushed him: "It's an air raid warning!"

  "What? Oh, it's nothing, this is a bulletproof car!" Yang Feng said casually.

  "What about others?" Yang Jing said anxiously.

  Yang Feng suddenly remembered that he still had a team of cars with him.

  "Take our people and quickly find a place to hide, no one is allowed to shoot." Yang Feng pulled over his guard captain and said, the captain responded with a sound, immediately commanding everyone to hide.

  Yang Feng then called the company commander of the second regiment and, pointing to Lao Lin who was holding a light machine gun at the back of the truck, said: "Take your light machine gunner up there to help him."

  The second company had four Czech-style machine guns, a total of five light machine guns lined up in a row, with all the muzzles pointing diagonally at the sky. Just after they finished setting up, four Japanese military planes appeared.

  Yang Feng's truck suddenly sped out, and on the empty street, such an eye-catching target naturally caught the attention of the Japanese pilots. An old biplane swooped down directly.

  The plane obviously underestimated or didn't see clearly what the big package on Yang Feng's car roof was, so it came straight from behind and strafed like a residential bombing, Yang Feng suddenly slammed on the brakes, and the cargo stopped instantly. Almost at the same time, flames burst out of the Blangning on the roof.

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