The action team led by Zou Heming quickly drove the British troops out of the station, who had few weapons, and the rough embryos soon relied on the British to build a defensive line around the area and drive the prisoners to fortify the warp.

The traversers, who had mastered the ultimate meaning of public security warfare, eliminated the danger in the station house by car by car, and those who were hidden were found out, and those who pretended to be dead were also shot one by one.

However, the most unexpected gain that touched the rough embryos was a small puddle of oil stains they found in the station, and after identifying a few knowledgeable guys, they believed that it was a trace left by the diesel spilled in the future.

Obviously, in this era when petroleum products have begun to be widely used, finding a puddle of diesel oil on the ground is not a miraculous discovery, but if you want to connect this with the previous British spies spying on the manufacturing technology of diesel engines, then this is really a big or small thing.

"You're a honey badger, call Kerrigan!" Zou Heming sniffed the oil stains stuck to the tactical gloves and decided to let the A-10 take a closer look around.

"This is Kerrigan, please." Yang Xiaochen enjoys being called by others this code name he gave himself.

"We've found diesel fuel in the train station of the British, uh, I should say a puddle of oil with diesel oil, you can see if there are any bigger tanks in the neighborhood than those monkey Vickers." Because he didn't have many "Javelin" anti-tank missiles in his hands, Zou Heming was most worried that John Niu had already figured out a tank that used a diesel internal combustion engine.

“Are you kidding? Come on， you're inding me up!” Obviously, our A-10 Blade Queen was skeptical of Zou Heming's talk about the miraculous evolution of the British in tank-building technology.

"Uh-huh, I'm 100% sure it's diesel fuel stuck to my gloves, I can't think of any other reason why the opium cows would have to send diesel here across the ocean, other than the reason to fuel the tanks!" Zou Heming said.

“Copy！” After Yang Xiaochen finished speaking, he lowered his flight altitude and flew towards the route where the British might reinforce the material accumulation field.

"Diana, when are you going to go!? You're giving me a letter! "Received news that traces of diesel fuel had been found in the British army's material accumulation yard, and our political commissar Lu also began to catch fire.

"It's almost time to solve the problem of locomotive boiler leakage." Diana replied.

"Our men found some diesel fuel in the train station of the British army, and we have reason to suspect that they are hiding larger tanks. You rub it, if your husband has something over there, don't come to me to cry! The king on the side snatched the microphone in the hand of Political Commissar Lu and said.

"Grass mud horse! Push two more chicks out for the old lady and kill them for those monkeys to see! "The words of the king can always play a role in fanning the flames and adding fuel to the fire, and Diana is completely provoked and blown up at this time.

A few train staff look British Yankees were carried out by Maozi's airborne troops, last time they killed the British soldiers who were injured and looked like they were not coming back, but that obviously failed to effectively deter these British who were banging around the locomotive, Diana thought that this time she would pick some guys who were close to them to shoot.

"Ma'am, let me try, I don't want to give those stupid guys a test with my life!" A young man who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old squeezed out of the crowd of onlookers.

"Little John, are you crazy? You're just an apprentice! An older British worker grabbed the young man.

"Mr. Smith, now they have a rule of killing someone every five minutes of delay, and let those stupid big guys around sooner or later!" This young man with acne on his face really knows better than anyone else!

"Little John, huh? Well, I appreciate your attitude of wanting to control your own destiny, and someone will get those stupid big ones out of the way and make room for this young man! "Diana felt that there was a joke when she saw this, and that this kid should not be joking with his own life.

In fact, repairing machines is also talented, and those regular workers are not afraid of death, they are really Nyima who do not have the skills to repair those faults caused by the careless operation of Maozi Airborne Troops.

Before, little John was in the spirit of doing as much work as he was paid, watching those stupid big guys scratching their ears on the sidelines, but once he found out that he was very likely to be pushed out in five minutes as a chicken slaughtered to scare monkeys, he immediately took the initiative to ask Ying to solve this few problems that seemed to him to be trivial.

Later, Diana learned that the captain of the train, in order to squeeze as much profit as possible from his men, only paid little John the salary of an apprentice. But judging from John Jr.'s qualifications and skills, he can indeed receive the salary of a regular worker.

Because his mother, who hated the poor and loved the rich, ran away shortly after giving birth to him, little John followed his father, who owned a maintenance workshop, to repair the steam engine when he could walk.

When the business of the small workshop gradually improved, old John married another wife. However, the stepmother obviously didn't like to see this half-grown son who could eat Lao Tzu to death, and little John got angry and boarded a ship to the African colonies, wanting to go to the outside world to pan for gold.

"Hey! Okay, young man, there's still something, and tell him that as long as he makes sure the train doesn't break down all the way, the two pounds will be his. Seeing that little John had commanded the big fools to clear all the faults in less than ten minutes, Diana generously gave him the gold pounds she had scavenged from the pocket of a British officer.

"Thank you for your generosity, ma'am. In fact, it's all trivial to me, I can even fix the internal combustion engine! I've helped them build a large internal combustion engine that uses strange fuels in the east. After receiving a gold coin as a deposit, the young man's mouth was a little closed.

In fact, the kind of small workshop that John Sr. ran in Liverpool was repaired along with the nascent internal combustion engine. Small business, customers have to learn what they have to learn when they are in fashion, right?

"Oh, I'm curious about how big the internal combustion engine you repaired?" Hearing John talk about how he had repaired the internal combustion engine for the Englishman somewhere near Durban, Diana put her arm around Little John's shoulder with a wicked smile.

"Phew, ma'am, that's a big thing! It delivers more power than you can imagine! I guess it has to have at least 150 horsepower, well, no, no, at least 200 horsepower! "This guy has been dealing with oil-stained machines all day long, where is the chance to get so close to a blonde beauty, and the body's hormone level will not be closed as soon as the mouth.

"Well, that's a big guy, I wonder what kind of machine would need an engine with such a high output?" Diana continued to whisper in Little John's ear.

"Well, ma'am, you know, I'm actually an apprentice repairman, even though my repair skills have surpassed many regular workers, but that still doesn't change my apprenticeship. The big guy I saw had been hoisted out of the machine, and they made me make a few parts to size and then sent me away, paying me only three pennies! Little John said indignantly.

If this young man must be a technical nerd in the future life, he has never met even one woman who will be interested in his profession, well, the point is that this girl is blonde and blue-eyed and has a big breast, which is extremely in line with his aesthetics.

The Englishman never dreamed that many of the details of the diesel engine he had concocted would be exploded like beans by this late-nineteenth-century technophoria. And the price paid by the crossing is obviously much smaller than the opium cow to buy the copycat "Vickers" tank blueprints, and Diana even rewarded the two gold coins of Little John Nyima from the British officer!

The train was repaired, and Diana rushed to the British stockpile with her heavy firepower. And the information with the details of the opium oxdiesel engine was also gathered together one after another, and a group of technical nerds in the airport, including the ground crew, began to sit around and began to use their brains to reverse the various data of the new armored units of the British army.