Looking at the radio station on the chariot and shouting, a group of people, you look at me, I look at yours, I don't know whether to respond or not.

The little fat man didn't know where to take out some candy, and after sharing the chapter with the little girl, he became happy to eat, knowing that this radio station was really noisy with him, so he turned his head to look.

It's not that hard to get the tank to move, and many of the Ghost fighters have learned it in the past, just to prevent this from happening now, and it would be embarrassing if the captured tank couldn't drive.

But the radio is not something that ordinary people can fiddle with, especially there are not many cultural people in the ghost, and fiddling with the radio requires a good memory, and this kind of thing is not something that ordinary people can do with the codebook.

Until now, there are only two people in the ghost, and they can barely use the radio, and this is still a professional who has been carefully selected and invited by countless people.

At most, ordinary people will only send a code message, what number means what and so on, and if you want to send a straight and tight message, you must have a professional communications officer.

"Boss, why don't we shut down this radio station?" Ma Laosan tentatively asked, and stretched out his hand tentatively, ready to turn off the radio station.

The little fat man shook his head, and then suddenly asked in everyone's puzzled eyes:

"Fuck you, how did you send it on the radio?"

"Uh......"

Not only the eagle, but even the little girl didn't feel that looking at the old brother, she didn't understand why she was swearing at this time?

Jin also stuck his head in the roof of the car, he hated the smell of the inside of the armored car, so he didn't want to walk in, so he just stood on the turret and looked around.

The radio station where the devil called the armored forces finally responded, but after the correspondent deciphered the message, he was embarrassed for a long time and was unwilling to hand it over.

It wasn't until the squadron leader of the devil himself came over and asked him that the messenger dared to hand over the paper.

Even when he handed out the information, his hands were shaking, and although his Chinese was not very good, this did not prevent him from understanding what the message meant.

The squadron leader of the devil took the telegram with some suspicion, he didn't understand why the sender's expression was this, Lao Tzu didn't sleep with your daughter-in-law!

Until he finished reading the contents of the telegram, his whole face was cramping, the black lines on his head were getting denser and denser, the whole person was getting colder and colder, his face turned from blue to red and then to black, and he didn't know what kind of disease he thought he had.

The surrounding group of devil officers also came over when they saw the squadron leader's expression, and at this time they saw a large number of words written on the paper:

"Fuck you, thank you tank, I left your corpses as a sign of sincerity!"

It took a lot of effort to send such a telegram, and it took a long time for a group of people to barely determine the code, and it was time to let the individual learn how to send the telegram, otherwise it would be very troublesome to send some code words that only the ghost himself could understand.

"Boss, our dispatcher doesn't seem to be very good, let's let him go to further study again, otherwise no one may be able to understand when the telegram comes back in the future."

There was a telegraph reporter in the ghost, and he had specially invited others to do this work before, and when those telegraphers heard that it was Li Feng's troops, they all came over happily at first, but later Li Feng asked him to run 30 miles with the radio on his back, and most of them politely declined.

Finally, a few people were able to persevere, but they found that Li Feng's group of people had to run more than 30 miles, and they also had to learn to fight, often fighting at night, how could ordinary soldiers be so powerful.

In the end, the few people who came out could only be regarded as external personnel, and they ran away as soon as the time came, for fear that Li Feng would catch them.

Originally, the old lady had several friends who could do this job, but Brigade Commander Da Chen seemed to be short of people, so he directly intercepted Li Feng's beard, resulting in the little fat man now being unavailable, so he could only let the two knives in the ghost reconnect with the radio.

"Don't say it, I'll let people go to northern Shaanxi to study hard, let's send more people, and let's spend more money, and strive to pay for teaching in northern Shaanxi, I don't believe we can't train a few good communication personnel."

Good communications personnel need to be able to shoot guns, run dozens of miles with a radio on their backs, and be able to fight in harsh environments.

Damn, this is almost catching up with all-round talents, I don't know if Li Feng wants to ask these people to be able to drive tanks?

However, it is good to have a lot of money, the university in northern Shaanxi is short of money, and the teaching class must be very lacking in funds, at this time, if someone is willing to donate a sum of money, I believe they will be very happy, as for bringing a few more students is no problem at all, anyway, it is just more teaching, and there is no need to spend money on it.

The tank quickly drove back to the station, and the old lady also returned to the village with the people, and saw the chariots driving into the camp of the Eighth Route Army, and the surrounding soldiers wanted to see what the armored car looked like.

It's not that they haven't seen Iron King Ba, but the Iron King Ba of the little devil gendarmerie is really impatient, and sometimes he can lie on his stomach with a few machine gun shots, let alone blow up with mines.

Because few ordinary people saw tanks driving into the camp of the Eighth Route Army, the news has not yet been completely disseminated.

When Gu Jing appeared on the tank, Li Feng felt that something seemed to be wrong, how did she know that Lao Tzu had stolen the tank and came back?

Seeing the full equipment of the armored soldiers in ancient and modern times, Li Feng felt strange and couldn't help asking:

"Do you know how to drive a tank?"

"Yes!"

"No, when are you going to drive a tank?" Now it was the little fat man's turn to be surprised, because what Gu Jing said about being able to drive a tank is not just the kind that can drive it, but the kind that can drive it out to fight.

"We've learned it before, and although that tank is not the same as the devil's tank, it should be fine to fiddle with it a little." After saying that, he retracted into the armored car, and after a while, Li Feng saw that the turret began to rotate, and the old cannon barrel was aimed in the direction of his side.

Bang Bang Bang ~

Li Feng himself didn't applaud, but the big bald head on the side kept slapping, and he didn't know if he knew what it meant.

"Congratulations to Master Li, this steel fortress has a suitable owner!"

"What suitable master?" Li Feng was a little unhappy, Lao Tzu never thought of giving these tanks to Gu Jing, he wasted half his life to get them back, there was no reason to give them to others.

Gu Jing opened the door cover again at this time and grabbed it, called the goggles directly to her forehead, limped down from the chariot, walked in front of the little fat man and said proudly:

"Fatty, sell me all these chariots!"

"Not for sale!" Although you are ugly, but you want to be beautiful, can you sell this thing?