Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

There are still some places in Damu's land that have not been affected by the war.

Carlow Town is such an inconspicuous town!

The town is not small in size, but because it is not a strategic location and has no military buildings, it is out of the attention of Americans.

Zeng Wangcai lives in a private house on the west side of the town, where he has a rare opportunity to experience exotic customs.

He was waiting for someone, Khalid.

Zeng Wangcai didn't even watch the aftermath of the battle. He packed up and left the moment the Americans retreated. He rode to Carlo Town at full speed and successfully collected the supplies left by Xu Damao, leaving behind an empty warehouse.

After Khalid finishes his work, he will go find their people, and finally come to Zeng Wangcai to discuss the subsequent sale of weapons.

"Brother, are we taking too much risk?" Little Leopard stared at the blue sky from the rooftop platform. "I'm always worried about the Americans bombing. The Americans never say they won't bomb civilians."

The two bombings in the village left a deep impression on Xiaobao and his friends.

At the beginning, they all clamored for a fight, but later their voices became much weaker. On the one hand, this was the result of Zeng Wangcai's suppression, and on the other hand, it might also be due to the bombing.

If a high-yield bomb is dropped, it will be useless even if you are wearing armor.

"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten about it!" Zeng Wangcai climbed onto the roof, "Go and call Xiao Luo and the others."

Radar must be installed, this is indispensable!

Zeng Wangcai took out a simple and sufficient radar device and told the team members who came up: "Xiao Luo, you guys take this equipment and find a place to install it. It will be monitored 24 hours a day. Any movement must be reported."

The Americans are playing beheading games every day, so we must be on guard.

Zeng Wangcai estimated that the Americans already knew that their power was coming, and that a storm might follow.

After setting up the radar, Zeng Wangcai felt much better.

However, radar also has its disadvantages, that is, there are three alarms a day. After the radar was set up, Xiao Luo's reports never stopped, and there would be an alarm every once in a while.

In the end, it turned out to be a passing goblin, uh, a passing plane.

There's no way not to worry, there's no Dam's power in the damn sky.

Zeng Wangcai couldn't stand it anymore on the second day after he moved into the town. As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, so he simply moved out and camped. Strangely enough, he felt much more comfortable after moving out.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, Zeng Wangcai was studying a map under the camouflage he had set up when Lin Fusheng, who was leading the team outside, trotted in.

"Brother..."

"Another alarm?"

"Not this time. I have a discovery!" Lin Fusheng sat down in front of Zeng Wangcai and saw the map on the screen. He drew a line on the screen and said, "Something is wrong, brother. Something is wrong with the Americans' actions. Look at this line. This is the flight path of the American plane today."

Zeng Wangcai looked at this line and found nothing wrong.

Lin Fusheng continued, "The American planes are not bombers or fighters, but transport planes. I think they are transporting something, and the quantity is quite large."

"Transportation?" Zeng Wangcai looked at the map on the screen again.

He had been studying the map of the town for quite some time and was very familiar with it.

According to the current deployment of both sides on land, the town belongs to the rear of Dam and there are not many American army forces.

But the line, which no one knew where it started and where it ended, just cut off the town's access to the southwest, and the southwest was where Dam's heavy troops were concentrated, and where big cities such as Bada were located.

Due to the lack of sufficient information, Zeng Wangcai is unable to judge why the Americans did this.

However, the answer soon came.

That night, there were planes flying overhead all the time. He was very suspicious about what the Americans were transporting that required such a powerful air transport force to keep moving.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, Xiaobao, who stayed in the town waiting for Khalid, called back and said that Khalid had arrived and was injured.

At eleven o'clock, Zeng Wangcai saw Khalid with a bandage on his left arm.

"Lao Ha, what's wrong?" Zeng Wangcai asked with concern.

It is impossible not to care. This guy is an important person. If he dies, Zeng Wangcai will have to look for Damu's people.

Khalid's face was pale and his lips were dry: "We were attacked. Just last night, our transport team encountered a large number of armed forces. The Americans robbed the crude oil we were transporting..."

"WTF?"

"The crude oil was stolen! The crude oil we were going to give you was stolen!"

Damn, if you guys are going to give me crude oil, just tell me in advance so I can get it myself, there’s no need to take the risk of transporting it.

Zeng Wangcai was furious, but he couldn't blame Khalid because Khalid didn't know his own peculiarity.

"Sir, we are in big trouble!" Khalid's next words made Zeng Wangcai even more angry. "The Americans suddenly airlifted a large number of land forces and cut off our transportation routes."

"Wait a minute!" Zeng Wangcai raised his hand. "Tell me clearly first, what transportation route has been cut off? Is it the weapons transportation route, or something else?"

"All the routes!" Khalid reached for the map with his good hand.

Zeng Wangcai was so anxious that he didn't care about anything else and asked Xiaobao to move the screen over.

Khalid was stunned for two seconds when he saw Zeng Wangcai's advanced equipment. Are your equipment so good? Electronic maps?

No, where did you get the signal?

He thought of the signal, and was shocked. "Sir, please use any GPS signal with caution. Many of our important resistance forces have lost their lives because of using this."

"Beheading, right?" Zeng Wangcai said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, we are not using GPS, they can't locate us."

"......"

Khalid's whole body trembled again, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

His heart was filled with emotions and he was shocked by the news that Zeng Wangcai casually revealed.

There are only a few countries in the world that can perform satellite positioning: the United States, Russia, and Europe.

Who are you?

Maozi?

"Don't worry about it for now!" Zeng Wangcai guessed Khalid's thoughts, "Once we have established trust, I will provide you with secure communication equipment. Let's talk about it now and continue!"

"Great, great!" Khalid was overjoyed. You know, being able to communicate safely is very important on the battlefield.

He then explained the current situation to Zeng Wangcai. The size of the American troops was not clear for the time being, but an important transportation route for them had been cut off. This route was not only used to transport weapons, but also many other supplies. It was very covert before, but is now exposed.

"Another point!" Khalid pointed to a few points on the map and said, "These places are important locations for our crude oil production, with a daily output of tens of thousands of barrels. We believe that their next target will be our crude oil production areas..."

There was one situation that Zeng Wangcai knew in advance. The Americans had set their sights on Dam. There were hundreds of targets, and they blew up all of Dam's military and civilian facilities, but they left the oil alone.

However, despite this, the unrest in Dam in recent years has prevented their oil production from returning to its peak.

Therefore, the crude oil production at these points is very impressive for Dam at present.

Khalid smiled bitterly and said, “If Fadi hadn’t asked for oil and you had asked for oil, we wouldn’t be producing it now. Now it’s probably cheaper for them!”

"Give them a bargain? Grandma~" Zeng Wangcai got angry. Did they cut my aorta?