In mid-July, the big war was imminent.

At the nameless river crossing in the northwest of Changsha City, a small steamer docked at the shore at night.

There were about 100 people on the shore, and they were the engineer companies of the newly formed Changsha Independent Brigade. They had arrived ten days earlier, hiding in a nearby village during the day and only coming out at night.

The task of the engineer company was to renovate the river crossing wharf, lay foundation piles, repair the soft road and, most importantly, lay two cranes, which were powered by pot camel machines.

A few pieces of important equipment can often change the tide of a battle if you can add a few pieces of equipment. This mission is very secretive, and there is no room for mistakes, because the equipment transported is very important.

The Changsha Independent Brigade has been built very sharply, but it is still not enough to face a large number of enemies. The modified armored car had only heavy machine guns, and it was difficult to break through in the face of barricades and ravines.

This requires heavy weapons that can make a final decision.

Zhou Qingfeng was there in person tonight, raised his hand to look at the luminous watch, and the time was pointing to ten o'clock. In order to ensure the smooth arrival of the cargo on the small steamer, he brought all the armored platoons.

Eleven modified vehicles were scattered around, their guns aimed in all directions, alert for any wind and grass.

Fu Fengjun stood behind Zhou Qingfeng, saw that he kept looking at his watch, and sighed lightly: "Brother Zhou, don't worry, the goods have arrived, and they will definitely be hoisted ashore before dawn." ”

Zhou Qingfeng only said 'um', but he, the dignified brigade commander, did not relax in the slightest. He could see at night better than a sapper with a torch lit. If there is any problem with the hoisting work, he has to remind him.

Fu Fengjun sighed again, and said in a low voice: "Brother Zhou, have you been angry with me these days? You have a life-saving grace with me, and I don't want to have anything to do with you. Ma Ying and I have great respect for you.

Over the years, I have seen many comrades caught and killed, and I have seen executioners cut off people's heads. I thought I could be an exception, but the moment I learned that I was going to die, I was devastated.

So whatever you do, I support it.

Ma Ying quarreled with you a few days ago, and she was also worried that you would be isolated. He cried to me afterwards because you called him a coward, and he felt so wronged.

As for the magic capital, I'll talk about it for you. The comrades are all reasonable, they promised not to interfere with your command. As for the 'mountain', he also received a reminder that he would manage the radio station and prevent outsiders from making trouble. ”

Zhou Qingfeng snorted coldly, still with deep dissatisfaction, and said indignantly:

"Those guys in the magic capital are all rubbish, and they think it's great to go to Moscow. It's like a hen clucking, and she can't let the whole world know about it, but it's actually laying an egg.

As for Ma Ying, a typical childish disease and psychological cleanliness habit, she was sold and helped count the money. Those who engage in life and death struggles, what dirty things are not? I've been very polite with those means. ”

Fu Fengjun smiled, "Big brother, your temper is really explosive, and your mouth is damaged." I don't know what kind of gentle temper my sister-in-law can stand you? ”

"Your sisters-in-law are diverse, some have good tempers and some have bad tempers." Zhou Qingfeng grinned.

Fu Fengjun was embarrassed to hear it, so he didn't say anything more.

The little steamer arrived before dark. It was only for safety that the engineer company moved after dark, so as not to be seen by the boats coming and going on the river.

Now the torches are lit at night, the pot and camel machine are started for half an hour, and the electric lights are turned on. The transporter unloaded the equipment and materials, and two lifting booms were erected on the riverbank.

It was not until twelve o'clock in the night that the linoleum cloth covered by the small steamer was opened, and inside was a large wooden box five meters long and two meters wide and two meters wide. Because the goods in the box are very heavy, the bottom of the box is reinforced with iron bars. There are hoisting hoops at the four corners, which are hung on the boom.

Two 20-horsepower pot camel machines began to work, tightening the iron cables on the boom block pulleys. Although I have tried to lift a 10-ton weight before, no one can guarantee that everything will go smoothly now.

Several young men from Nanyang were in command, and they spoke Chinese that was different from the dialect of the local sappers. Zhou Qingfeng personally stepped forward to give the order to ensure that the hoisting was foolproof.

It took an hour to lift the large wooden crates from the deck of a small steamer to the reinforced shore.

When the wooden box was stable, Zhou Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, couldn't help laughing, stepped forward to shake hands with everyone involved in the work one by one, and shouted, 'Hard work'.

In addition to the large wooden box, there are several small wooden boxes to continue to be hoisted, but Zhou Qingfeng couldn't hold it anymore, and personally grabbed a crowbar to pry open the side of the wooden box.

When the heavy wooden plank plopped down, it revealed this precious thing that had traveled thousands of kilometers to Hunan Province.

The French FT-17 tank, weighing seven tons and armed with a 37-mm gun, was the world's first armored fighting vehicle with a turret. For the sake of this heavy equipment, the small force of Zhou Qingfeng can be tormented.

Three months ago, Uncle Zhou contacted Director Ling Xialing and wanted to use him to build armored combat vehicles to improve his combat power. But Director Ling could only get guns, ammunition and ordinary equipment, not artillery, let alone tanks.

Although he later retreated to the next best thing and got a modified T-type car, Zhou Qingfeng was not satisfied. When Ling Xia's path didn't work, he thought of Fu Fengjun.

This eldest lady is from a famous family, and her family connections are stronger than that of President Wang of Xiangya Hospital. Zhou Qingfeng engaged in diversified procurement routes, and the goods at hand were also sold by the Fu family, so he naturally would not forget to use this line.

Zhou Qingfeng saved Fu Fengjun, and the Fu family was naturally grateful. The latter originally wanted to send tens of thousands of oceans to take the eldest lady back. But Miss Fu accepted the money, but asked the family to help get the tank.

As I said before, Fu Fengjun's maternal ancestor was the governor of Liangjiang, and he and Zuo Zongtang were both in-laws. Using all kinds of connections, I was stunned to contact overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia.

The tanks shipped to Changsha were equipment from the French in Vietnam, scrapped, and bought by overseas Chinese for repair. Several overseas Chinese youths even took the initiative to join the army, saying that they wanted to go to Zhou Qingfeng to drive tanks.

This tank, including spare parts, is worth no less than 100,000 oceans, but Zhou Qingfeng didn't pay for it, and the overseas Chinese youth still delivered it to the door. He planned to start a war in Changsha at the beginning of July, but he was stunned to delay until mid-July, just to wait for this tank.

"Can this car be driven?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

The overseas Chinese tanker nodded very definitely, "I can drive, I can fight, and I guarantee that I can participate in the battle." ”

The front hatch of the tank was opened, and Zhou Qingfeng went in to take a look, and couldn't help but sigh at the simplicity of this old antique. No one thought that the FT-17's gun was a shoulder-mounted gun that looked like a large, single-shot rifle when used.

Its gasoline engine is rear-mounted, with only thirty-five horsepower, driving a seven-ton body, with a maximum speed of ten kilometers per hour, an average speed of seven kilometers, and a maximum range of less than forty kilometers. Not much faster than a human walk.

It has very little space inside the car, only the driver and the commander gunner. Since the radio station could not be plugged in, it had to be fitted with a reduced radio so that it could receive communication commands.

But with this thing, Zhou Qingfeng has the strength to attack the fortifications.

"Good, very good. My platoon can be officially upgraded to a company-level unit. In the battle of Changsha, I was originally only 50% sure, but now it has been increased to 70%. It's time to fight! ”