Heihe Base Quartermaster Department...

A fat-headed, round-eared colonel officer was sitting at the desk and writing hard, the cigarette in his hand was almost burned until it was burned out, and he didn't have time to take a puff.

The table was filled with stacks of lists of supplies, and from time to time soldiers came in with papers to ask him to sign.

This person is the quartermaster commander who sent supplies to the Sichuan Army at the beginning, and Zhao Gongming, who was nicknamed the God of Wealth, has now been mixed with the person in charge of the Quartermaster General Office of the Heihe Base Area, responsible for deploying the logistics and supplies of all front-line troops.

The equipment and materials produced by the base factory have to be handled by Zhao Gongming first-hand, and Liao Mingyu has also given him great trust.

In recent months, the Heihe base area has ushered in rapid development, and dozens of warehouses have been expanded on the factory area alone, where tens of thousands of tons of weapons and ammunition and rows of countless tanks and armored vehicles are hoarded.

Here Zhao Gongming has the absolute right to speak, without his signature, he doesn't even want to get out of the gate of the base, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the God of Wealth who sits on the mountain of gold.

"Xiao Wang, send this document to the third team, the quartermaster of the 102nd regiment must be loaded and set off before the afternoon."

Zhao Gongming signed his name on a document and handed it to the adjutant.

"But the third convoy has just returned to the base area, and it hasn't had time to overhaul the vehicles, and besides, the airport also needs to send someone over, isn't it a bit of a bit to set off now...?"

The adjutant said he was a little embarrassed. At present, the training situation of the Quartermaster Department is quite special, and there are many supplies but not enough vehicles that can be used.

The production capacity of the base is extremely terrifying, tons of materials will be sent out every day, and the consumption on the front line is also huge, and the convoys that can be dispatched are running for their lives on the transportation line.

In fact, the scale of the transport force is already very large, but their tasks are becoming more and more arduous, not only need to transport materials to the front line, but also the construction of mining areas and base areas is inseparable from the assistance of convoys.

The main thing is the lack of professional drivers, even if the training ground is full of horsepower to train drivers, it still can't fully meet the needs of various troops, which is also a headache for Zhao Gongming.

"What's going on at the airport again? You didn't call me either. ”

Zhao Gongming raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment and said again: "I can't care so much, the materials of the third regiment are personally explained by the chief of staff to be grasped, and Commander Deng has also urged him several times, and if he doesn't send it over, the guy will have to scold me on the phone again." ”

After speaking, he just wanted to raise his hand to smoke a cigarette, but found that only a piece of ash was left on the cigarette butt that had been lit for a long time, and it fell to the ground with a slight movement.

"Your uncle!" Zhao Gongming shook his head and smiled bitterly, touched his somewhat shrunken belly, and couldn't help but sigh.

It's a hard life... I was so busy all day that I didn't even have time to take a puff of cigarettes. If you continue like this, you have to be tired and thin.

Just as he was about to light another cigarette and take a break, an officer burst in from outside.

"Report to the director, this is Junzuo's latest order, please take a look."

Zhao Gongming hurriedly took it over to check, his face, which was still smiling, gradually tightened, and the content of the document made his relaxed mood instantly lift.

"Assemble the third convoy at once and follow me to Gate 1!"

Without waiting for others to react, Zhao Gongming strode out of the office, called the entourage vehicle and went straight to the base equipment factory.

…

At the same time, the No. 1 gate of the factory has been placed under emergency martial law, and there are soldiers of the special service battalion wearing dark military uniforms everywhere, and even the gendarmerie has been dispatched, and the scene is full of oppression.

The gate was lined with high walls, a huge iron gate more than three meters high, and was surrounded by pillboxes and cannons, as well as heavily loaded soldiers.

Originally, it was a long and narrow valley, with only one way in and out, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the cliffs on both sides were almost 90 degrees as if they had been cut by a knife.

In order to facilitate transportation, a railway track was specially built in the valley that leads directly to the outside, so that the materials produced by the factory inside can be quickly transported out by the locomotive, which greatly improves efficiency.

At the head of the group was a lieutenant colonel officer, who picked up his binoculars and looked at the road in the distance, where a convoy of vehicles was coming in the direction of the gate.

The sentry at the checkpoint immediately stepped forward to stop him, and the driver at the head of the convoy did not dare to delay, and immediately stopped and took out his ID to show his identity.

Zhao Gongming also jumped out of the car, showed a smiling face, and waved his hand at the lieutenant colonel officer who was still watching in the distance.

It's just that the other party ignored him, and there was a tense atmosphere in the air.

At this moment, Zhao Gongming only felt that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him, whether it was in the light or in the dark, it seemed that as long as there was a slight movement, these people would not hesitate to raise their guns and shoot, and they didn't care who he was.

After repeated checks to confirm identity, the sentry lifted the railing and let the convoy pass.

Zhao Gongming breathed a sigh of relief, every time he came to this factory canyon, he had a feeling of wandering outside the ghost gate, which was really sweaty.

He knew that there were several checkpoints behind the bright steel gate, and the inside was even more heavily guarded, not to mention that he was the head of the quartermaster department, but he usually couldn't enter without permission from above.

Last time, I was fortunate enough to go in with Junzuo to inspect, and the degree of defense inside was no less than an impregnable fortress, just like the Nantianmen by the Nu River back then. Even kinkier than that.

However, as the most important production place of equipment and materials in the whole army, it is understandable to have such protection, but I don't know how Junzuo built this to such an extent.

The daily production of guns and ammunition alone is enough to arm a battalion, as well as all kinds of military supplies, as well as heavy armored units and even warplanes.

It's hard to imagine how advanced the factories inside are to have such technology and efficiency, and how they can be built well in less than ten years.

With questions, the convoy quickly drove to the gate, and Zhao Gongming immediately greeted with a smile: "Waiting for the battalion commander, it's been good lately." ”

The lieutenant colonel returned a military salute and said, "Director Zhao, the task is urgent, so I won't be polite." ”

Zhao Gongming also knew the importance of this matter, and trotted all the way after getting out of the car.

"Cheng Chengcheng, you're welcome, I've brought the team here as required, what is the task?"

It stands to reason that he, the chief of the quartermaster department, does not need to be so polite to a battalion commander, but the people of this special service battalion are not trivial, except for Liao Mingyu, no one hangs them, and they are also in charge of the work of the intelligence department.

In addition, the order given by Jun Zuo himself also requires absolute secrecy, and it is still necessary to come by himself.

"It's just a shipping mission, but it has to be done in secrecy and with absolute priority." Battalion Commander Hou replied lightly, raising his hand and waving to the soldiers above the wall.

After a while, the steel gate slowly opened to both sides, and a military train drove out of it, and the carriage behind it carried a behemoth...