Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Their emotions went on a roller coaster ride, from extreme disappointment at the missile battalion's failure just now, to ecstasy at all three U2s being shot down.

If it weren't for the identities of the three people that made them tense, they might have joined the carnival behind them.

This is the happiest moment for the three of them in the new society, no, it is the happiest moment in their lives, no doubt about it.

Three U2s were shot down.

This result can no longer be described as glorious. Glory seems so insignificant in the face of this result.

The Russians shot down one, their nostrils pointed upward, and the air they spewed out reached the moon, raising the value of the SAM-2 missile to the sky.

"Fuck you..." Old Man Su sighed. This time, he wasn't cursing anyone, but was venting his emotions. "Old Yang, to be honest, at this moment, I really want to have a drink..."

Wine is a good thing. You want to drink it when you are unhappy, and you also want to drink it when you are happy.

"Later, I'll accompany you when it's over!" Old Man Yang patted Old Man Su on the shoulder, "Get to work, there's still a lot to do!"

"Well!" Old Man Su calmed down. "Order, the 38th Army is responsible for salvaging the wreckage of the plane and arresting the pilot... Order, the 70th Division 208th Regiment, be sure to search carefully, if anyone is found... treat them well, no, treat them well, if there is any mistake, I will kill him myself..."

The command center became busy in an instant.

On the island, 208th Regiment.

Zhu Wei led his men to search forward in the dense forest. Because of the search, their movements and speed were much slower. Also, because they were in the dense forest, they did not see the spectacular scene before.

Therefore, no one in Zhu Wei’s group knew what had happened. They were even more ignorant than Zeng Wangcai who became a missing person.

At this time, the 208th Regiment was still far away from Zeng Wangcai and his men.

In the midst of depression, the communications soldier came over and said, "Commander, there's a call from the division headquarters!"

"Yes, yes..." Zhu Wei received the order and asked nervously, "Division Commander, what happened? Why do you want preferential treatment? Are they prisoners?"

"Bullshit, listen to me!" Chen Hong's tone was full of excitement on the other end of the phone, "There was a missile launch near your unit, and three U2s were shot down. Figure it out yourself..."

Zhu Weiquan didn't listen to the rest of the words. His head was buzzing.

What do you mean?

There was a missile launch near us, which shot down the bald guy's plane. Then they asked us to search for the person who launched the missile, and finally gave us preferential treatment?

That's not right...Shouldn't you be the one giving the order to do this? Why are you still searching...

In other words, Zhu Wei didn’t understand the word Laoliu, otherwise he would have definitely labeled Zeng Wangcai with this label.

Although he didn't understand, it didn't stop Zhu Wei from executing the order. He immediately called all the cadres in the regiment together, gave a brief explanation, and then issued an order: "If there is a discovery, there must not be any mistakes. Everyone, hold your guns and unload the bullets..."

Now, confusion began to spread.

Wang Junsheng, the platoon leader who had already returned to the team, suddenly thought of a possibility and found Zhu Wei and said in a low voice, "Captain, do you think this matter has something to do with Zeng Wangcai?"

He was the second person to have this idea, the first being Old Man Yang.

But no matter whether it was him or Old Man Yang, they only had this idea, and the details were impossible to imagine.

How is it possible that a small class of twelve people who were missing did the work of the entire army, and they did it so beautifully.

Most importantly, where did the missiles come from?

In particular, no one can explain where this missile came from, and this is also an important purpose of Zhu Wei and his team's search.

"Zeng Wangcai? Why are you talking about him?" Zhu Wei was a little confused.

"I'm just guessing!" Wang Junsheng said, counting on his fingers. "Look, commander, the people around here are from the base, the 38th Army, and us. We can't do this. The base can't do it. They said it was sent from the island. The 38th Army can't do it either. Otherwise, they would have already set off fireworks on the island to celebrate...

"There are two possibilities left. First, someone secretly came to the island to do this job. Second, Zeng Wangcai and his group are missing."

It’s true that Wang Junsheng’s results and inferences were very rigorous and convinced Zhu Wei.

Zhu Wei felt that judging from the results, there were really only these few possibilities, so based on this direction, he temporarily set the target as Zeng Wangcai.

Zeng Wangcai, who was feeling happy at this time, started to run away again.

You have to run away. Your behavior cannot be explained. You cannot trust your safety to the conscience of others. Without absolute certainty, can you guarantee that the people above you will not lock you up and interrogate you: Tell me, where did the missiles come from? Where did the ship come from?

There are thousands of people in power, and there are always bad ones, right?

Therefore, Zeng Wangcai did not want or deserve this huge credit. He had already recorded the video, and he and Zhang Xiuzhi would just enjoy it later.

But this doesn't mean that all his hard work for so long has been in vain. He has other plans.

"Captain, there was a bomb just now, are you okay?" Yu Tie followed Zeng Wangcai and asked with concern, "Is it our friendly forces that are attacking? It doesn't look like our artillery bombardment..."

At this time, among the twelve people, only Zeng Wangcai knew that the confrontation was interrupted, while the others still thought they were carrying out the mission.

It’s not that Zeng Wangcai doesn’t trust them and doesn’t tell them, but it’s better to have less trouble than more. Look, after just a few shots, Yutie’s brains are not enough.

"Shut up, don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask." Zeng Wangcai said unhappily, "Execute the mission. Our current mission is to target the target. We have already figured out the deployment of the Blue Army, but the Blue Army is no longer here. I don't know what they are doing, so our next mission is... to find the Blue Army's lair and their important strategic deployment. It would be even better if we can find the Blue Army's headquarters."

Poor thing, the 38th Army didn’t know that they are still the Blue Army in Zeng Wangcai’s eyes.

On the one hand, they are guarding the island strictly, and on the other hand, they have sent some people to the three landing points for salvage, so to some extent, Zeng Wangcai has benefited from it.

But then again, Zeng Wangcai only has twelve people. If there are any real gains in the investigation, it would definitely be something to brag about for an army with only twelve people.

Zeng Wangcai is just pretending now, pretending that we know nothing. We are just fighting and carrying out the mission. You can handle the rest by yourselves.

Zhu Wei was even more pitiful. He hurriedly led his men to find the place where Zeng Wangcai had set off the fireworks before. He saw obvious traces on the ground, but the person was gone.

The most important thing is that there was no car and no traces of wheels on the ground.

This discovery is of great significance. Missile vehicles are not light, and they are not deployed one at a time. This is common sense. So many vehicles are firing artillery here, but apart from the traces of the firing, there are no signs of any vehicles entering or leaving within a few miles... How to explain it?

"Hey, Commander, we might have seen a ghost..."

Of course, Zhu Wei would not and dared not reply to the division headquarters in this way, but the meaning was similar.

So Zhu Wei was actually blocking the confusion at the division headquarters back to its original path, and then transmitting this confusion to the base command through the radio waves.

Base Command.

"No trace of missile launchers?" Old Man Su, who had been waiting for the result, widened his eyes. "Bullshit, could it be that the missiles flying in the sky were made by hand?"