Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Khalid did not come alone, he came with troops, but not with an exaggerated division, but with a brigade.

To be honest, Khalid found Zeng Wangcai incredible, but he was skeptical about Zeng Wangcai preparing equipment for an entire division at a chemical plant.

He may not consider the issue of transportation, but he must consider the volume.

The equipment of a division is too huge.

Without mentioning anything else, let’s just talk about Khalid’s brigade, which was mobilized from near Helar.

This brigade has guns, bullets, and even small-caliber cannons.

But they have no cars. It cannot be said that they have absolutely no cars, but at least they cannot support the mechanized maneuver of a brigade.

In other words, this brigade, or Khalid's men represented by this brigade, are actually no different from a beggar's army.

At the agreed time, they arrived at the agreed place. Khalid, whose wounds had not yet healed, saw Zeng Wangcai and suppressed his excitement: "Sir, thank you for your integrity and kindness. We have already found out that the troops assembled near Herald are the 101st Airborne Division, which is a very famous unit..."

There was sadness in Khalid's words, he couldn't help but worry.

The 101st Airborne Division was a tough nut to crack for Khalid.

After obtaining this information, he reported it to Dam, who instructed him to find a way to stop the 101st Airborne Division.

Because Dam can no longer spare any forces to support Khalid. Even if it could, they can't make it in time. No matter how fast they are, they can't be faster than the American air transport.

"I already know this information!" After listening to Khalid's sad story, Zeng Wangcai said easily, "Don't worry, I have done what I promised you. Although I am not sure whether the equipment can meet the armament of your entire division, I believe that even if it is not good, it is not too bad."

"Oh, God!" Khalid was so excited that he wanted to move his hands, which affected his wound and made his face look a little hideous. "I want to ask...what kind of equipment is it? Are there many heavy weapons? We really need the rocket launchers that Fadi provided us."

"Rocket launchers? There should be some!" Zeng Wangcai thought about it, but he couldn't remember the proportions of the equipment. He could only say, "Look for yourself!"

What do you mean by should?

Khalid felt a little cold in his heart.

Without further ado, let’s enter the factory.

Khalid ordered his troops to camp outside, and he only brought a dozen people with Zeng Wangcai to go in.

The dilapidated factory was dark and could only rely on the moon in the sky for light. Fortunately, the moonlight was good tonight.

When they came to a pile of equipment, Zeng Wangcai didn't know what it was, so he patted the wooden box and said, "There are a lot of them here. Ask someone to count them. It's okay to use a flashlight. The Americans don't have time to take care of us now."

Khalid looked at the pile of boxes, trembling as he took the flashlight from his men. He shone it on a box and said with a little disappointment, "It's bullets..."

"Also, this side, this box is bigger!"

"Ooooh, it's... a cannonball!"

"Here, there's a bunch of them."

"hiss......"

Khalid watched it all the way, sometimes disappointed, sometimes delighted, but mostly disappointed.

It is actually very easy to understand. The contents of the box cannot be that big, and most of them are ammunition.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to keep looking!" Zeng Wangcai said impatiently, "Just register and count them yourselves, there are almost all these things outside."

"Uh, outside? Is there something else inside?" Khalid was a little confused.

There are indeed a lot of things.

Zeng Wangcai didn't want to answer this question, it was meaningless.

He walked to the side and pulled a piece of camouflage cloth to reveal the equipment inside.

"Ah, this is... a howitzer, the caliber is... 155?" Finally seeing the big guy, Khalid couldn't help but feel happy.

Because of the limited illumination of the flashlight, Khalid did not find out who the cannon belonged to.

Zeng Wangcai waved his hand and said, "This is all over this area. You can order the quantity yourself and tell me when the time comes. By the way, there should be this shell outside just now, right?"

"Yes, sir, there was a shell just now!" Khalid nodded quickly.

Just now he was wondering why he only saw the shells but not the cannon.

He thought of the tank shells he saw outside, and his heart couldn't help but get hot. Could it be that the gentleman gave him another tank?

"Don't just stand there, keep going!" Zeng Wangcai walked into a dilapidated gate, "There are tanks inside, you can count the number yourself."

There really is a tank!

It seems there is more than one!

Khalid was excited, really excited. He walked in quickly and shone the flashlight in his hand.

After seeing this photo, Khalid couldn't help but take a deep breath and exclaimed: "M1? The American main battle tank?"

Khalid was very familiar with the big guy in front of him.

In previous battles, the American Air Force dealt them a devastating blow, making them fear and hate it.

But the American Air Force is in the sky after all, invisible and intangible.

But tanks were different. They advanced into their cities, destroying their fortifications and buildings with ease, leaving them helpless.

Now, Zeng Wangcai actually gave them the same one as the Americans.

What is this routine?

What country are you from?

Are you an American businessman who makes this kind of fortune on the battlefield?

That's not right. If the Americans want to get rich, there's no need to sell weapons. They can just rob them...

Khalid was dumbfounded and confused!

"Well, judging from your condition, you won't be able to digest it all in a short while!" Zeng Wangcai naturally wouldn't explain to Khalid, "Anyway, the things are all nearby. I'll give you two hours to count them. I'll wait for you outside."

After saying that, Zeng Wangcai went out, leaving Khalid looking like an idiot.

Khalid really couldn't digest this situation. He thought that even if Zeng Wangcai gave him a tank, it would be the same as the two tanks before. Who would have thought it would be like this?

But even if you can't accept it, you have to accept it, the stuff is real.

After an inventory, Khalid was shocked beyond words. This was the equipment that the Americans had equipped for a division. Did he destroy the logistics of an entire American division?

Khalid only dared to have this thought for a moment and hardly dared to think about it.

It took Khalid only half an hour instead of two hours. He handed the rest of the work to his subordinates and ran out to meet Zeng Wangcai.

"Sir, thank you again for your kindness!" Khalid knelt down, very straightforwardly, "You are our God, you are our savior..."

"No, get up!" Zeng Wangcai pulled at him, but he didn't move. He felt a little relieved and let Khalid continue to kneel. "You don't need to say nice things. You must fulfill your obligations. What are you going to do with these equipment?"

"I can beat the shit out of the 101!" Khalid got up and patted his chest and swore, "Our soldiers are all brave. We will drive the M1 and fight the Americans to the death. Don't worry, sir. We will never let the Americans take away our oil..."

"Are you planning to fight head-on? Are you crazy? How can you be a commander like this? Do you understand the art of war? The Thirty-Six Stratagems, the Beauty Trap, the false ones become real, the real ones become false..."

Looking at Khalid's expression, Zeng Wangcai knew that this guy had no knowledge of military tactics and obviously did not realize the usefulness of this batch of equipment.

He felt that it was time to give Khalid a lesson in military strategy.