Zhou Zhihan and more than 90 soldiers were crowded in a carriage. There was only a lantern hanging in the center in the whole carriage, surrounded by smoke from the carriage, making it look even more dim and yellow.

The bottom of the truck was covered with thick layer of dead grass, and most of the soldiers were lying or curled up, and closed their eyes and rested with the sound of the collision between the wheels and the rails.

After getting on the bus, Zhou Zhihan sat in a ventilated place, closing his eyes and not saying hello to anyone.

The biggest official in this carriage was platoon leader Zhao Fugui. He could see at a glance that this air force major with indifferent expression would not interfere with anything about the brothers in this carriage.

This is the best. The Air Force does not care about the Army's affairs, everyone does their own things and does not interfere with each other.

The sound of "bang bang" made many soldiers unable to sleep, so near the light of the lantern, the soldiers began to gamble. Everyone wanted to win more money. Go to Shanghai, Huahua World, to see the legendary enchanting waists and fascinating cheongsams on both sides of the Huangpu River...

The platoon leader Zhao Fugui, who was in his thirties, sat cross-legged on the thick straw. The gun held Han Yangzao, who had been polished by him, leaned on his chest and shoulders, took off his helmet and placed it on his knees, said it was a treasure pot, then rolled up his sleeves, held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, squinted his eyes, and shouted and shook the dice. The soldiers bet on them one after another, but they laughed at winning money, scolded him for losing money, and borrowed money to turn over the money...

When Zhou Zhihan got on the bus, he also took a steamed bun and a dried radish. After gnawing, he closed his eyes and fell asleep after three minutes.

After midnight, Zhou Zhihan was awakened.

Although soldiers opened a crack in the car door and pissed outwards, and cold wind kept pouring in through the crack in the door and ventilation, the carriage was still filled with the smell of sweat and feet.

The army was riding in freight cars, and Zhou Zhihan was riding in a cargo box, but if it was a tank truck, it would smell even worse. There were open cargo boxes and flatbeds loaded with supplies. The wind could blow people into drying.

Zhou Zhihan would rather do it alone.

Even if it's a mummy.

The smell in the carriage is so bad.

The soldiers all took off their shoes, and the smell was mixed with the smell of sweat, breathing, and inferior tobacco. It was so sour that people would be full if they didn't eat.

The reason why Zhou Zhihan chose to take a bus to Shanghai at night was because the air strikes of Japanese planes on the Nanjing-Shanghai Railway were gradually increasing recently. It was very dangerous to take a bus during the day. Every day, the trains were blown up by Japanese planes, causing serious losses.

Fortunately, the Chinese people were hardworking and kind, and fully supported the War of Resistance. The railway tracks that were blown up by the Japanese army could be repaired soon with the help of the people.

The Ningxia Railway is the main road of China's troops transport.

As the Battle of Shanghai gradually deepened, China and Japan continued to increase their troops, and many Chinese troops moved from the Shanghai-Nanjing line to Shanghai for combat.

As the Chinese Air Force gradually weakened, the Japanese air force gained an absolute advantage, so the Japanese air force changed from defense to offense, and the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway, the main main road of China's troop transport lifeline, became the main target of the Japanese army.

At this time, the Chinese Air Force was no longer able to send fighter jets to protect the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway Line.

Without the air shelter of fighter jets, the personnel carrier can only arrange a dense machine gun air defense firepower network above the roof. Although it has achieved certain results and shot down several enemy aircraft, in general, on this Shanghai-Nanjing railway line, China's losses far exceed that of the Japanese army.

Every time the air strikes on the Shanghai-Nanjing railway line, the Japanese army only sent one or two fighter jets. As long as they could blow up the running locomotive or the middle car, the train would overturn while running, and the machine gun positions arranged on the roof of the train immediately became useless. Japanese aircraft could launch unscrupulous attacks, and a bomb could kill hundreds of people.

Zhou Zhihan opened the car door and climbed onto the roof along the escalator beside the car door, and his mind suddenly became much clearer.

Finally away from the sour smell.

After doing a few deep breaths and chest expansion exercises, I grew up so big, and the first time I felt that the air was so fresh.

The troop transport trucks are very slow, and crawling forward with a "bang bang" is not much faster than a bicycle.

The carriage where Zhou Zhihan is located is close to the locomotive. An anti-aircraft machine cannon and an anti-aircraft heavy machine gun were arranged at both ends of the top of the carriage. A circle of defensive fortifications made of sandbags were lined up around. Several soldiers were wrapped in thick cotton coats and wearing cotton hats, curled up behind the sandbags. Several people took turns on duty, venting and smoking, talking about romantic affairs, and smirking from time to time.

In the darkness, when Zhou Zhihan, wearing a major uniform, walked over and stood in front of him. The two soldiers who were joking immediately shut up and were about to salute the military, Zhou Zhihan waved his hand, sat down beside them, then sent cigarettes to them and smoked together to keep warm.

The light rain stopped in the first half of the night, and it was very cold in the second half of the night. Looking at the red cigarette butts that kept beating in front of me, I felt warmer.

A soldier handed over a somewhat ragged military coat. Zhou Zhihan took it and covered it with him, leaned on the sandbag and fell asleep slowly, without worrying about the smell of feet anymore.

The train passed by Suzhou Station slowly and drove forward for a few kilometers. During the wilderness, the train stopped to rest for 20 minutes, allowing the soldiers to get off the car and tee. The personnel carrier was not a bus with a toilet.

As soon as the train stopped, many soldiers couldn't wait to jump out of the car and solve the problem on the spot, so that the time for shit was up. When the soldiers got on the car, many people cursed and stepped on the vomit that was cut off by Tiansha, who was not acting as a p-player...

Zhou Zhihan looked at his watch. It was 4:30 in the morning, and in another hour, the train could almost reach Anting and find an opportunity to sneak out of the bus.

To fight against Japan alone, one must first get a fighter plane.

Bullets and fuel systems can be solved, but the system cannot provide fighter jets, so you have to find a way to build one by yourself.

hehe!

Get a fighter plane.

It's not easy.

It was past four o'clock in the morning, when people were most sleepy, Zhou Zhihan wrapped in a torn coat and curled up on the sandbag on the roof of the car, thinking about how to build a fighter plane, and unknowingly fell asleep in a daze.

Suddenly, a sharp sound rang in the air. Zhou Zhihan, who had his eyes closed, felt his eyelids shining. Then he heard the train pulling out a harsh whistle, and then the air defense alarm sounded on the train was also sounded.

Suddenly, bursts of screams came from my ears:

"The Japanese have set up flares, everyone is observing the surroundings and looking for Japanese planes..."

"It's the Japanese fighter jet, all machine guns are ready to fight..."

Zhou Zhihan opened his eyes and, in front of the front of the car, a flare was in the air, illuminating the entire front of the car even more dazzling than during the day.

The soldiers' eyes had adapted to the darkness of the night, and the flares suddenly appeared in the air, stabbing the soldiers' eyes that had just opened were closed again.

Many people immediately panicked.

Because under the illumination of Japanese flares, the machine gunners had no way to find out where the enemy planes came from.

Even in the rumbling of the train, Zhou Zhihan could distinguish the sounds of the Japanese fighter propellers and engines. He shouted loudly to the machine gunner beside him: "The enemy plane is at ten o'clock on our left. You can adjust the gun to where you can, and wait for my order, and then open fire together."

"yes!"
Chapter completed!