"Do you need to give me an explanation? Is my plane risking to transport a bunch of junk that no one wants? Stilwell threw Zhao Zhi's telegram to General Alexander, and looked at this stupid Englishman with disdain, how much does the equipment of 60 people cost? No wonder the British were defeated in Burma.

"Isn't this the list of supplies we provided to Zhao Zhi?" Alexander looked at the telegram, and Zhao Zhi sent a telegram back with his list of supplies as it was.

"Less than 100 grenades, the bolts of the rifles are rusty, and the heavy machine guns can't be fired, do you let them go to their deaths? If you don't have three cans of food per person, your British army will be poor like this? Stilwell showed no mercy to Alexander, who blushed as he spoke.

"It must have been the officer in charge of this matter, I'll find out. But our people of the British Empire still have to be saved, and we have to order Zhao Zhi and them to act immediately."

"Shit, what do you let them do to beat the Japanese?" Stilwell paused, "Besides, they're Chinese soldiers, so why should they trade their lives for your soldiers?" Figure it out for yourself," Stilwell walked away, leaving only Alexander in a daze. "These idiots from the staff, it's all your bad idea, I'm going to let you all feed the horses," Alexander slammed the door and walked away in a huff.

Originally, Alexander prepared supplies according to Zhao Zhi's request, but an officer in the staff thought that there were too many things for Zhao Zhi, so he suggested that Alexander cut some of the supplies. But I didn't expect that after the layers of reduction, when the materials were transported to the airport, there were only a few dozen obsolete rifles, and the officer in charge of this matter had no choice but to scavenge some of the things eliminated by the British army and the expeditionary force and put them into wooden boxes, and as a result, the things that were airlifted to Zhao Zhi became a pile of rags that no one wanted.

Zhao Zhike doesn't care about the anxiety and panic of the headquarters bosses, he will be accompanying Yuan Qingqing to hunt. The snake porridge made by the cook yesterday was good, and Yuan Qingqing still wanted to catch a few and go back today and let Wang Dabao make snake porridge. Liaison Officer Edward had already been assigned to Xiucai, and a sentry had been arranged in the anti-artillery hole where the captured materials were stored, so it was better not to let Edward know about these things.

Compared with Zhao Zhi's leisure, Edward was in a hurry, it had been four days, and the food of the besieged British army did not know if it could be maintained. How can the damned officer old men in the headquarters make a bunch of rags to fool the Chinese, is this so easy to fool? Looking at the reaction of the young chief, you can see that this group of Chinese is already very angry. Edward couldn't think about it anymore, so he prayed to God to bless the besieged British soldiers.

"Sir, this is the latest telegram from the headquarters" Zhao Zhi, who had just returned to the hillside with a few snakes, was stopped by Zhao Yan. "Oh, you're going to give us another airdrop, okay. Call back and tell the headquarters that this is the last time, if you still play with us, Lao Tzu will go back to China" Zhao Zhi's tone was very tough.

Alexander, who received the call back, breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at a few staff officers fiercely, and the staff officers who had been scolded were all as honest as chickens, just hanging their heads and scolding the damn Zhao Zhi in their hearts. The planes of the Flying Tigers once again visited the hillside where Zhao Zhi and them were sheltered at night, and this time there were a few more wooden boxes, which made the old cannon who was responsible for receiving the airdrop very happy.

"Damn, is this all for us?" The doglegs greedily looked at the open wooden box, which was full of supplies. "Look at your hillbilly appearance, it's a shame" Xiucai pushed away the onlookers of the doglegs, reached out and grabbed a pair of brand-new military boots and was about to put them on his feet, but the doglegs swarmed up, grabbed them and threw them outside the trench.

"Uncle Guo, what's going on with this gun?" Zhao Zhi handed Uncle Guo a brand-new sniper rifle and asked beautifully. Uncle Guo pulled open the bolt of the gun and smelled the chamber that smelled of gun oil, "Good boy, it's still new, there is no smell of gunpowder in the chamber." However, this new gun generally has to be shot a few times first, and the school gun is not accurate."

Zhao Zhi looked at this batch of materials with satisfaction, very happy, it seems that the British army has made a lot of money: 15 sniper rifles, 60 American-made 1911 pistols, two 80-caliber mortars, and 40 submachine guns. Bullets, grenades, mines, and explosives filled six wooden boxes, and five wooden boxes of canned food and all kinds of meat made the rich man smile, and in one of the wooden boxes, more than a dozen American cigarettes were found. The military uniforms that were re-airdropped this time were the standard military uniforms of the expeditionary force, but the military shoes were replaced with leather high-top military boots.

The machete fiddled with a telescope with a little joy, "Sir, this is better than what we captured" Zhao Zhi looked at the slightly shy machete, grabbed two binoculars from the box and threw them to the machete, "These two are for your scouts, give the original ones to the profiteers" The scout team used a telescope for the captured Japanese army, and the clarity of the telescope was much worse due to the falling and beating in the battle, and the new one was dropped in the air, and the machete wanted to find Zhao Zhi to get one, but he didn't expect that Zhao Zhi gave two at once. There are no less than 5 telescopes in this batch of airdrops, Zhao Zhi gave two to the scouts, two to the uncle, and one old cannon, so he should use the Japanese army first.

"Little white face, come on, look at what this is?" The loud old cannon shouted Zhao Zhi. The old cannon of the dog day was sharp-eyed, and he dug out a brand new major uniform in a well-sealed box. "Dear Captain Zhao Zhi, I am honored to inform you that the Sino-British Joint Command has decided to promote you to the rank of Major. I hope you can do this well," Edward said aloud, reading an order from his military pocket.

"Come on, come on, dress up the little white face of the dog day" The cheering dogs pounced on Zhao Zhi with all hands and feet, lifting Zhao Zhi high and pouring into the largest anti-artillery hole. After a period of tossing and turning, Zhao Zhi, who had changed into a new military uniform, was hugged out of the anti-artillery hole by several dogs, and Uncle Guo was holding a wet cloth in the back, and kept chanting "Wipe your face, wipe your dog face clean"

Zhao Zhi is still brand new from head to toe, with a straight military uniform, polished riding boots, a pistol pinned to a palm-wide belt, and white gloves and two sword eyebrows on Zhao Zhi's already tanned little white face, which makes Zhao Zhi's already handsome face even more heroic, and the dogs who look at it secretly smack their tongues. The trench was silent, everyone coughed softly, such silence was really deadly, even the sound of Edward's saliva was terrifying. Everyone turned their heads to glare at him, and Edward stopped swallowing, but the heart of a fool was beating too loudly, so everyone glared at Edward again. The inexplicable Edward was sluggish for a long time before he understood what everyone meant, looked around, and pointed at Yuan Qingqing.

So the doglegs turned their heads and looked at Yuan Qingqing in unison, and Yuan Qingqing realized that the sound came from her own body. Yuan Qingqing finally found something to do for his panicked hand, stared at Zhao Zhi fiercely, glanced at Zhao Zhi, who was very stinky, and ran away with a blushing face.

"Oh, no, I'm almost out of breath, it's uncomfortable" Zhao Zhi, who was a little smelly beauty, impatiently unbuttoned the wind and discipline, peeled off the new military uniform, and continued to put on the original tattered military uniform. After walking around the spot a few times, Zhao Zhi was satisfied and inserted the new pistol into the holster, "It's still comfortable, steamed buns, put away the new military uniform, and wear it when Lao Tzu marries his daughter-in-law."

"Pop" Uncle Guo's slap of hatred fell on Zhao Zhi's head, and he kept scolding, "Your dog day is a meat bun that can't be served, and these brothers still point to you for being promoted and making a fortune." If you don't get promoted first, what will we do? Do you want us to be little soldiers for the rest of your life? ”

"Lao Tzu is not a commander, why should I promote you" Zhao Zhi, who had already recovered his ragged clothes, rushed away with his head in his arms, naturally looking for Yuan Qingqing.