In the war room of the green paint area located on the Liaodong Peninsula, Zhao Yi, who had two dark circles under his eyes, barely kept his head clear by relying on tobacco and coffee. The troops that were entangled with Li Bingheng's remnants of the defeated army in Yantai have not yet withdrawn, and now they have to face the farce of the "director team" who scattered people all over the world.

"How's the situation over there in the South China Sea?" Zhao Yi asked Hao Dajian, and pressed his temples hard with his fingers from time to time.

"Task Force 38 reported that they had received a strongly interfered radio signal that they were claiming to be a 'Sacramento-class' integrated supply ship that had been spotted by British aircraft. Marcos said that although the person who had just been teleported had been reminded to stay away from the British, it was unclear whether the message had been received in its entirety due to the interference of the signal. Hao Dajian is also tired, it seems that the chief officer of the Air Force has also been sleep deprived recently!

"What about the location? Where is the Sacramento-class integrated supply ship located? Zhao Yi asked anxiously.

"The signal lasted for a short time, and Task Force 38 did not find their exact location." Hao Dajian reported.

"Find a rough embryo who is familiar with the Eagle Sauce Navy and ask about the weapon configuration of this 'Sacramento-class' integrated supply ship." Zhao Yi was anxious to know if the supply ship that had just been teleported over had the ability to protect itself.

"I know this, the aircraft carrier battle group I served in the dome light curtain is the logistics provided by this type of integrated supply ship, and there is no self-protection ability except for four M2 heavy machine guns and 'Sea Sparrow' anti-aircraft missiles. If John Bull starts to be ruthless, he will have no other way but to run away, after all, he is also the master of the fastest supply ship in the century. Hao Dajian said.

"Damn, I'm really afraid of something, order the 38th Task Force to enter the first level of combat readiness, immediately send fighters to find the whereabouts of this integrated supply ship, once the British have bad intentions, then directly destroy Ya's Far East Fleet! There is also ......" Zhao Yi knows very well that the "director team" is playing this move at this time, which is to break the balance between the current Britain and Russia in the South China Sea and the crossing public, and at this time the crossing public can no longer be coaxed.

"Old Zhao, Hans's people sent a report that they found an armed force near Zichuan using a repeating weapon similar to ours to exchange fire with the Manchurians." Before Zhao Yi could finish speaking, Lu Xiangyang pushed open the door of the war room and shouted.

"Where's Zichuan?" Hao Dajian and Zhao Yi asked almost in unison.

"It is Zibo in the original time and space, very close to Jinan!" Lu Xiangyang once again emphasized the distance between the incident site and Jinanfu, the provincial capital of Shandong.

"Your uncle's 'director team', where is our rapid reaction force?" Zhao Yi pushed away the clutter on the table and looked through the map.

Swish! After a large amount of tail flame erupted from the rear of the launch tube of the PF98 bazooka, a 120mm caliber rocket plunged headlong into an artillery position being built by the Qing army more than 500 meters on the opposite side.

"Dog X, this propellant is too much, look at the pile of trees burning!" Chen Tianjie, who was a temporary loader, pointed to a bush thirty meters behind him.

"Damn, I told you that a hundred meters directly behind and seventy degrees to the left and right is a danger zone." Zhang Zhiqiu said and began to disassemble the tripod of the PF98 bazooka.

"Big brother, let's quit?" Before Mo Jin, who was carrying ammunition, could catch his breath, he saw Zhang Zhiqiu disassembling the PF98 rocket launcher.

"Hey, this Nima is still in the sky, waiting for the braids to clean you up?" Zhang Zhiqiu, who has served in the service, said.

If it weren't for the fact that the three of them knew that once the Qing army set up artillery, their small team of 20 or so who had been trapped for half a day with automatic weapons would be doomed, and they would not dare to carry this thing up to find out the artillery position of the Qing army.

"It's all good, change the place and give the girl another shot, otherwise the little Zhuangzi we stayed in will be finished sooner or later when the girl has set up the cannon." Zhang Zhiqiu urged the two partners around him who had no service experience.

"Brother Zhiqiu, are you still doing it? I can't carry it anymore! Chen Tianjie, a temporary loader, said.

Even if the PF98 bazooka is carried by a serious soldier to participate in the training, Nadu Nyima will have to urinate blood, not to mention Chen Tianji, a civil aviation airport staff wearing a loose and tattered jean.

"What can I do if I don't do it, pray that the next round of ammunition can detonate the pigtails on the other side, or we will have to get a third shot!" Zhang Zhiqiu said helplessly.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't get someone to come together, Zhang Zhiqiu really didn't want to take these two goods out on this mission, although these professionals who had never entered the barracks were much better in discipline than ordinary people, but their physical fitness and willpower were still very different from those of soldiers.

But what could he do? Sent to a place full of braids for no reason, there is not much room for him to choose, is it possible to count on the old professor of aircraft engines to carry seven kilograms of 120mm rockets to follow him all over the mountain, or do you want to rely on the girl who is engaged in dock design to help him carry the tripod?

"Damn, the pigtails have touched it!" Mo Jin, who was temporarily dragged to carry a rocket, said and used the Type 95 assault rifle in his hand to bring a shuttle of bullets to the opposite side.

"Damn, are these braids all fine, why are they going to go out of the line!?" Zhang Zhiqiu turned his head and found that these Qing troops who had touched them were not only different from the Qing troops who attacked them in the morning in their military uniforms, but also that this Nima could even walk the straggler line after only half a day, and those braids were going to heaven!?

These Qing soldiers patrolling the periphery of the Qing army's artillery positions were the new army cultivated by the Manchu people after the First Sino-Japanese War, and although they had not yet formed an army, they were obviously much more difficult to deal with than the small miscellaneous fish of the patrol battalion that Zhang Zhiqiu and they encountered in the morning.

"Withdraw! This artillery position can't be smashed, hurry up! Zhang Zhiqiu knew very well that with his three Type 95 assault rifles that lacked ammunition because of the PF98 fire, it would be difficult to get these braids that had been "refined" in his eyes.

"I can't run with this big guy!" Chen Tianjie pointed to the PF98 fire that had not yet been disassembled and shouted.

"Bolt the remaining two rockets together, put everything else together, and then you go first!" As the only person with service experience, Zhang Zhiqiu chose to break the queen himself.

With plenty of ammunition, the Type 95 assault rifle could easily suppress the Qing soldiers on the opposite side who were using bolt-action rifles and did not throw explosives. Mo Jin and Chen Tianjie can calmly pile up the PF98 fire launcher and the only two remaining 120mm rockets. After the two oil bottles left their launch position in the creeping forward posture they had learned in military training many years ago, Zhang Zhiqiu took out the only grenade on his body and made a pull-out explosion trap, and finally calmly left the launch position after a round of suppressive shooting at the Qing army on the opposite side.