MissFox fell asleep on the table in the war room of the Green Paint District Command Center, she had come to translate some information for Zhao Yi, but she fell asleep on the table before she could get a few pages of information. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Today she went to the hospital in the base to donate blood, and MissFox, who was a little thin, felt that she was a little dizzy all day. Although some people say that the 200 milliliters of blood drawn are not a problem at all for the girl who has her aunt to visit every month, she still feels dizzy and sleepy after the blood is drawn.

Zhao Yi couldn't help but feel a little upset when he saw MissFox sleeping at the table in this tobacco-smelling room. But who in the base doesn't wear many hats? As the chairman of the Provisional Executive Committee, Zhao Yi also had to do the heavy physical work of tank soldiers. Although there is a brute force king Hu Dazhuang in the crew, the usual maintenance of the tank is not something that can be completed by a person with great strength.

Zhao Yi also went to the hospital to donate blood today, D+45 is approaching, Han Mei asked all those who passed the physical examination to go to the hospital to participate in blood donation. The capacity of the hospital's equipment for preserving plasma is limited, and Han Mei has to adopt such a local method of drawing blood for backup at the stall where the big incident will occur to apply for a certificate, and the wounded can use plasma.

At this time, the atmosphere in the green paint area was very tense, although the executive committee repeatedly assured the melon-eating masses that the interim executive committee had made full preparations on this transmission day, and there would be no more high casualties like D+15 on the day. However, there are people everywhere in the base who are seriously maintaining and maintaining equipment, and it seems that the people who eat melons do not trust the executive committee's statement that there are enough plans to deal with the upcoming teleportation day.

Xiao Chen Yongqing felt that since he was nervous and a little excited, he was now a front-line combatant, and the platoon commander could no longer press him to the sentry post. If there is a battle alert on D+45 that day, he will go to the front line with his comrades in the heavy engineer squad. This is no longer the low-stakes field mission he had on the first two times, it is a real frontal hard steel battle.

After a real battle, the platoon commander could no longer treat me like a child, and I could fight with a gun like everyone else, and I didn't need special care, the rebellious teenager muttered to himself.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the people in the base take advantage of the natural light to speed up the overhaul and maintenance of large equipment. Tonight after twelve o'clock, another teleportation day has arrived. Everyone stopped frolicking and quietly went about their work, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly tense.

Zhao Yi had already left the battle room of the command center and came to the M1A2 main battle tank. Lu Xiangyang stayed in the command center, and as the commander of the only tank in the green paint area, Zhao Yi had to stay with the crew members to deal with emergencies that required heavy armored fire support at any time.

In the past two days, Zhao has carried out comprehensive maintenance on the Little Prince 1 to ensure that it will not have any problems on the day of D+45. The condition of the 1,500 horsepower gas turbine of the M1A2 is what Zhao Yi is most worried about, driving in sandy soil areas, the wear and tear on the small blades in the gas turbine is very large. The configuration that can be seen by the naked eye on this M1A2 is brand new, but the inside of the engine that cannot be seen by the naked eye is not easy to say, with the urine of the "director team", you should not be too surprised to install a severely worn engine.

It is said that experienced commanders and drivers can judge the degree of wear and tear of the engine by listening to the sound it makes, and it is obvious that Zhao Yi and the driver Yu Yun are not the kind of veteran drivers who can clearly know the condition of the engine by hearing, they are six months of rapid tank soldiers.

The Interim Executive Committee brings together people with experience in electrical and auto repair to form a maintenance team. However, there are nearly eight or nine of these vehicles in the green paint area, and these people do not even have enough time to read the maintenance manual. You must know that everyone in the green paint area is a turnip and a few pits, everyone wears many hats, and there is no job that is not heavy.

Cheng Zhiyuan, the leader of the maintenance team, is a middle-aged electrical engineer, and he often complains to Zhao Yi about the basic course of electrical equipment maintenance he opens, and there has never been a class that the maintenance team has attended. So much so that he had to repeat the content of a class several times, and sometimes he finally managed to get more people together, and he had to fry the old rice from the last time in order to take care of some of them.

For this forty-five-year-old middle-aged uncle, it's nothing to work hard, but it's really uncomfortable to always do this kind of inefficient and useless work. But what can you do, some of the people in the maintenance team are mechanized infantry, some are artillerymen, and some are civilians teleported from D+15, working as cooks in the cafeteria. Who do you think you can get here to do full-time? Even Cheng Zhiyuan himself is still the leader of the fire brigade and the leader of the airport electrical maintenance team?

Even Lu Xiaobei, who is the head of intelligence, also wears three jobs: the director of the military intelligence department, the hospital substitute nurse, and the kindergarten teacher. She, MissFox, Han Mei and Yuan Jie came to serve little Lori Anne. It is unrealistic to expect anyone to do only a full-time job at the base in the Green Paint District.

Twelve o'clock had passed, and the time had officially entered D+45, and the communications platoon was busy searching for radio signals from all nearby non-green paint areas. All combat units were put on standby in preset locations.

This tense atmosphere also affected the newly recruited security forces, the first of which were on a night mission, this time to assist in the custody of Japanese prisoners of war in the camps.

In order to cope with the possibility of an emergency, the Provisional Executive Committee transferred some of the guards from the prisoner of war camp, and this time had to put the security forces in the position of guard of the prisoner of war camp. However, the security forces had only conducted several live-fire training sessions, and they were not issued rifles on this mission. In addition to not worrying about their marksmanship, Zhao Yi was most worried about their loyalty, and he had only been brainwashing for a few days, and it was too unsafe to issue them rifles at the D+45 stall.

Each of the security forces was given a wooden gun of the same kind used in the usual assassination exercises, but tonight it was required to be tied with a bayonet. They were ordered that if there was any change in the Japanese in the prisoner of war camp tonight, they would go out with white knives and red belts.

From twelve o'clock in the night until the first rays of sunlight appeared in the sky, the traversers showed signs that anyone had been teleported. This time, the text message of the "director team" is still in the same style as before, and the text message reads: Materials will be delivered to the green paint area on D+45. Reinforcements of 25 combatants, randomly teleported to your actual control. The next supply will arrive in D+105. Signed director's team.

The text messages were still as always, only to be picked up by the phone in the afternoon. However, this time it was the fighters who came, and at least the people who were teleported had the ability and weapons to defend themselves, not as cheating as the fifty unarmed civilians who came directly last time.

It's just that as time passed, there was still no radio signal except for the green paint area passing through the crowd, and everyone began to feel uneasy.

I know that the "director team" is not so kind, where will it be simple to send 25 fighters to us and it will be over, there must be some conspiracy! All of us have similar thoughts in mind.

"Report, radio signal found!" A signal soldier shouted loudly and announced the channel of the radio signal.

Everyone invariably tuned their idle radio stations and radios to that channel.

“когда?? услышал?? здесь?? альфа-?? номеродин??，?? пожалуйста，ответьте?！ "The voice of Russian came from the radio.

At the same time, a small detachment stationed outside reported hearing the sound of a helicopter engine.

Maoko!? Zhao Yi was stunned at that time. (To be continued.) )