Chapter 813: Preparation (3)

In mid-July, the battle is imminent.
In the nameless river crossing northwest of Changsha City, a small steamer docked towards the shore in the dark.
There are about 100 people on the shore, the engineer company of the newly formed Changsha Independent Brigade. They arrived here ten days ago, hiding in a nearby village during the day, and only coming out at night.
The task of the engineering company is to renovate the Hedu wharf, lay foundation piles, and repair the soft road. The most important thing is to lay two cranes, and the power used is the boiler.
If a few important pieces of equipment can be added to a battle, it can often change the situation. This mission was very secretive and could not tolerate the slightest loss, because the equipment shipped was very important.
The Changsha Independent Brigade has been built very sharply, but it is not enough to face a large number of enemies. The modified armored vehicle has only heavy machine guns, and it is difficult to break through roadblocks and gully.
This requires heavy weapons that can make a final decision.
Zhou Qingfeng personally arrived tonight, raised his hand to look at the luminous watch, the time was pointing to ten o'clock. To ensure that the cargo on the small steamer reaches the shore smoothly, he brought all the armored platoons.
Eleven modified vehicles were scattered around, with muzzles aiming at all directions, and be alert for any disturbance.
Standing behind Zhou Qingfeng, Fu Fengjun, seeing him constantly looking at his watch, 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 his dignified brigade commander did not slack in the slightest. He can see things in the dark, more clearly than an engineer who lights a torch. If there is any problem with hoisting work, he has to remind him.
Fu Fengjun sighed again and whispered: "Big Brother Zhou, are you angry with me these few days? You and I have a life-saving grace, and I don't want to have anything to do with you. Both Ma Ying and I respect you very much. .
Over the years, I have seen many comrades be arrested and killed, and have seen executioners cut off their heads. I thought I could be an exception, but the moment I learned that I was going to die, I was devastated.
So what you do, I support it.
Ma Ying quarreled with you a few days ago and was worried about your isolation. He cried to me afterwards, because you called him a coward, and he felt wronged.
As for the magic city, I'll talk for you. Comrades are reasonable, and they promise not to interfere with your command. As for the ‘mountain’, I 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 angrily:
"Those guys in the magic city are all rubbish. They thought it would be great to go to Moscow. It seems like a hen clucking, I wish the whole world would know that it was actually an egg.
As for Ma Ying, a typical childish illness and mental hygiene, he was sold and helped count the money. Are there any nasty things in the struggle between life and death? My methods are already very polite. "
Fu Fengjun smiled, "Brother, your temper is really explosive, and your mouth is broken. I don't know what kind of temper is your sister-in-law, that can stand you?"
"Your sister-in-laws are diverse, some are good-tempered and some are bad-tempered." Zhou Qingfeng said with a grin.
Fu Fengjun listened to embarrassment and stopped talking.
The small steamer arrived before dark. Just for safety, the engineering company only moved after dark to avoid being seen by ships coming and going on the river.
Now the torch is lighted at night, the pan-cam machine starts to burn for half an hour, and the light is on. The transport vehicle unloaded equipment and materials, and two crane booms were erected on the bank of the river.
It was twelve o'clock in the night when the linoleum cloth covered on the small steamer was pulled apart, and inside was a large wooden box five meters long and 2.5 meters wide. Because the goods in the box are heavy, the bottom of the box is reinforced with iron bars. There are hoisting iron rings on the four corners, which are hung on the boom.
Two 20-horsepower pan-cam machines started to work, tightening the iron ropes on the jib pulley block. Although I have tried lifting ten-ton heavy objects before, no one can guarantee that everything will go smoothly now.
Several young people from Southeast Asia were in command. The Chinese they spoke was not the same as the dialect of the local engineers and soldiers. Zhou Qingfeng personally went forward to pass the order to ensure that the hoisting was foolproof.
It took an hour before and after, the large wooden boxes were hoisted from the deck of the small steamer to the reinforced shore.
When the wooden box was stable, Zhou Qingfeng just breathed a sigh of relief, couldn't help laughing, and shook hands with everyone involved in the work one by one, yelling, "Thank you."
In addition to the big wooden box, there are still a few small wooden boxes to continue hoisting, but Zhou Qingfeng can't hold it anymore, and personally grabbed a crowbar to pry open one side of the wooden box.
When the heavy wooden plank plopped and fell, revealing the treasure that had traveled thousands of kilometers to reach Hunan Province.
The legal FT-17 tank weighs seven tons and is armed with 37 mm artillery. It is the world's first armored fighting vehicle with a turret. For this heavy equipment, Zhou Qingfeng, a small force could be tossed and broken.
Three months ago, Uncle Zhou contacted Director Ling Xialing, hoping to use him to build armored vehicles to improve combat effectiveness. But Chief Ling could only get guns, ammunition and ordinary equipment, not artillery, let alone tanks.
Although the modified Model T was later retired, Zhou Qingfeng was not satisfied. When Ling Xia couldn't walk through this road, he thought of Fu Fengjun.
This eldest lady may come from a well-known family, and her family relationship is stronger than that of Dean Wang of Xiangya Hospital. Zhou Qingfeng pursues a diversified procurement route, and the goods on hand are also sold by Fu's family. Naturally, he will not forget to use this route.
Zhou Qingfeng rescued Fu Fengjun, and the Fu family was naturally grateful. The latter originally wanted to send tens of thousands of oceans to take this young lady back. But Miss Fu accepted the money, but asked her family to help get the tank.
As I said before, Fu Fengjun's ancestor was the governor of Liangjiang, and Zuo Zongtang was both in-laws. Using all kinds of connections, I was stunned to contact overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia.
The tanks transported to Changsha were French equipment in Vietnam. They were scrapped and bought and repaired by overseas Chinese. Several young overseas Chinese took the initiative to join the army, expressing that they would come to Zhou Qingfeng to drive tanks.
This tank, including spare parts, was worth no less than 100,000, but Zhou Qingfeng didn't pay for it. The overseas Chinese youth still delivered it to the door. He planned to fight Changsha in early July, but he was delayed until mid-July just to wait for this tank.
"Can this car be driven?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
The overseas Chinese tanker nodded with certainty, "Able to drive, to fight, and to participate in the battle."
The front hatch of the tank opened, and Zhou Qingfeng went in to take a look, and couldn't help but sigh the simplicity of this old antique. Without witnessing it in person, no one would have thought that the FT-17 cannon was a shoulder-mounted gun, which looked like a large single-shot rifle.
Its gasoline engine is rear-mounted, with only 35 horsepower, driving a seven-ton car body, with a maximum speed of 10 kilometers per hour, an average speed of 7 kilometers, and a maximum range of less than 40 kilometers. Not much faster than walking.
Its interior space is very small, only the driver and the captain and gunner. As the radio cannot be plugged in, only a reduced radio can be installed so that it can accept communication commands.
But with this stuff, Zhou Qingfeng has the strength to attack.
"Okay, very good. My armored platoon can be officially upgraded to a company-level unit. I was only 50% sure of the battle of Changsha, but now it has been upgraded to 70%. It's time to fight!"