Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Eight days later, the military aid from the Fusang Empire was transported into Yunzhou by more than 8 military trucks.

The 118-man escort troops from the 119th and 5000th Regiments of the Pang warlord faction were busy protecting the military aid along the way.

More than 711 military trucks carrying military aid are temporarily parked at the base of the 300th Regiment outside Zhongshan County. According to the original plan, the escort team will rest here for a day and then leave Zhongshan County with the help of the 711th Regiment.

Wang Xiangdong warmly greeted the two commanders of the escorting troops.

"Captain Qin, Captain Zuo, you two have come from afar, please allow me to be a good host. Please go to my office and have some tea first. I will host a banquet for you later."

Qin Bingtai, the head of the 118th Regiment, and Zuo Jia, the head of the 119th Regiment, looked at each other and nodded. They exchanged a few polite words with Wang Xiangdong and followed him to his office.

"Captain Wang, Yunzhou is the territory of your Yan faction warlords after all. There are many evil spirits along the way. The safety of the escort troops depends on your 711th Regiment."

Wang Xiangdong smiled and said, "What are you talking about, the two regiment commanders? Your troops are well-known ace troops in the entire Pang faction. In addition, Governor Pang informed our Governor Yan in advance. In fact, the escort of our 711th Regiment is just a formality. How could anyone dare to take advantage of you?"

Qin Bingtai, the head of the 118th Regiment, sneered in his heart, looking at Wang Xiangdong's warm and easy-going attitude. If it weren't for Pang's intelligence personnel, the news would have been passed back to Jiangbei long ago. He would probably still be kept in the dark.

According to the information sent back by Pang's intelligence personnel, the 711th Regiment would cooperate with the Northwest Revolutionary Army in the Bailian Mountains, miles west of Zhongshan County, to set up an ambush and seize this batch of military aid.

Qin Bingtai and Zuo Jia had known about this situation for a long time, but they remained calm on the surface. In their opinion, Wang Xiangdong was already a dead man. The Yan warlords had reached a secret agreement with the Pang warlords. Once the 711th Regiment made any move, the 712th and 713th Regiments of the Yan faction would immediately rush to the scene to encircle and suppress the 711th Regiment and the troops of the Northwest Revolutionary Army.

After some pleasantries, Wang Xiangdong invited them to the regiment cafeteria, set out a large banquet with rich dishes, and they drank and chatted happily.

The soldiers responsible for escorting this batch of military aid, except for a group of people who stayed behind to stand guard to protect the military aid, the rest also went into the cafeteria and took turns to eat.

"The 711th Regiment is really generous. They are willing to provide us with so many big white steamed buns. They can also make pork belly stew as much as they want. It is more comfortable than what we eat in the Jiangbei Army."

The soldiers from the 118th and 119th Regiments wolfed down their food, and gathered in groups of three or four to chat.

They had been in a state of nervousness these days, and the food they ate along the way was bland, and their mouths were almost dry.

Qin Bingtai and Zuo Jia were not on guard at all. After all, this was in the base of the 711th Regiment. Even if Wang Xiangdong was crazy, he would not choose to take action here.

The 712th and 713th Regiments are not far from here. If anything unexpected happens, they can get here in less than two hours.

In the warehouse compound of the 711th Regiment, which was only half a mile away from the base, seven or eight hundred soldiers armed with live ammunition, led by Liu Feihu, deputy commander of the 118th Regiment, were guarding the military truck convoy that was transporting the military aid with meticulous vigilance.

Li Qing, the deputy regiment commander under Wang Xiangdong, brought hundreds of soldiers, carrying food boxes in his hands, with a smile on his face, and walked into the warehouse yard towards Liu Feihu and others.

"Stop right there! No one is allowed to approach the military aid convoy!"

Liu Feihu frowned and shouted.

Seeing the man in front of him wearing the uniform of the 711th Regiment, Liu Feihu felt relieved, but he still did not let his guard down. After all, as the deputy commander of the 118th Regiment, he was well aware that the 711th Regiment was preparing to join forces with the Northwest Revolutionary Army to seize this batch of military aid.

Li Qing smiled and said, "This must be Brother Liu Feihu, the deputy commander of the 118th Regiment. I saw that you guys must be hungry and you are still working hard to stand guard here, so I came here to bring you some food."

Liu Feihu's expression eased a little, but he still refused sternly: "Thank you for your kindness. When the group of people who are going to eat come back to replace us, we can go to eat. You can't be distracted when standing guard. You should take these foods."

Li Qing opened the lid of the food box in his hand, revealing a bowl-sized, steaming white steamed bun and a large bowl of pork belly and cabbage stew.

An alluring aroma filled the air. The soldiers in charge of guarding the military supplies kept twitching their noses and almost drooling with greed.

"Brother Liu, look at these big white steamed buns, and the pork belly stew that we normally don't even want to eat. Our team leader said that he specially prepared these good things to entertain you. If you go to the cafeteria later, the food will be cold."

A battalion commander of the Pang faction came to Liu Feihu, swallowing his saliva, and whispered, "Deputy commander, you see, the brothers haven't eaten for most of the day, and they are all starving. Since they have delivered the food, let the brothers eat it, don't let them down."

Liu Feihu glared at the battalion commander and said, "No, rules are rules. No matter how much you want to eat, you have to hold back. The people who went to eat just now will be back soon. Can't you even hold back for a while?"

Li Qing suddenly felt a headache. Special seasonings were added to these meals. Once the guards ate them, they would fall into a coma in a very short time. He didn't need to fight them head-on and could take away these military supplies without bloodshed.

But this Liu Feihu is like a lump of wood, smelly and hard, and he insists on sticking to his own principles. If others don't want to eat it, you can't force them to eat it.

Standing next to Li Qing, Li Yunlong, who was wearing the uniform of the Yan faction warlord, whispered, "We don't have time to waste time with them. Let's just do it."

Li Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Wait a minute. Haven't you seen these Pang's soldiers? They are definitely not simple. They are well-equipped and skilled. We only brought so few people here. If the gunfire goes off, I don't know how many brothers will die."

After being scolded by Liu Feihu, the battalion commander of the 118th Regiment nodded awkwardly, turned around to take a look at the bowl of stew that was still emitting a fragrant aroma, turned around helplessly and prepared to leave.

Liu Feihu frowned and thought for a moment, and felt that even if the 711th Regiment wanted to take action, they would not attack the escort troops here.

"Alright, alright, wipe your saliva, come over and serve the food. This is just the first time, and it won't happen again."