It rained all night. At dawn, the rain stopped and the sun came out.

Thousands of golden lights shone in this wet world. The corpses of Ukrainians on the ground had been soaked all night, and were pale and pale without any blood.

Ao Canghai walked into the workshop that looked like Shura's slaughterhouse with his hands behind his back!

Because a lot of chlorine bombs were used, even if it was left for a whole morning, the smell in the workshop was very unpleasant.

"Many people who were fumigated by chlorine gas bombs became incontinent before they died.

Hundreds of people are gathered here, and that's it..."

Nian Gengyao did not cover his nose and accompanied Ao Canghai.

Ao Canghai kicked a corpse over with his feet. The corpse was bleeding from all its orifices, and it was obvious that it had been smoked to death.

But there were still two bullet holes in his chest.

“No one was left alive, all were shot.

After counting, including the sentries outside, there were a total of 623 people.

Since we discovered it yesterday, no one has escaped.

Over there are the materials that they looted.

Also, these guns are for our troops.

And these munitions and camouflage uniforms!”

Nian Gengyao pointed to the military supplies piled in the corner. On the outside of the military green boxes, there were Chinese characters written in white paint. At a glance, he knew they were supplies for the Ming army.

"I saw it!" Ao Canghai said irritably.

The Cossacks killed almost all Ukrainians within a radius of thirty kilometers.

But he only caught a few small shrimps on the periphery, and even used words to bully Nian Gengyao.

Look at people, they can do things beautifully in two days.

Not only did they recover the stolen materials, but they also killed all the Ukrainian guerrillas.

The most frightening thing is that sixty pairs faced six hundred and twenty-three people without any casualties.

Not even a fucking sprained ankle.

A slap in the face, a solid slap in the face.

Ao Canghai felt his face being slapped firmly.

But there was nothing he could do about this slap in the face. Who let the person complete the task beautifully?

Can't find any fault with it!

"Three Panzer IV tanks and three Panzer I tanks will be delivered to your camp in the evening."

"Pilot...!"

"The best for you."

Ao Canghai roared angrily, turned around and left.

"Find people, find people, we will also set up a special operations brigade.

Grandma, after fighting all my life, I have never been so useless for a few days."

As soon as he walked into the military headquarters, Ao Canghai shouted angrily.

"Did you feel weak at Nian Gengyao's place?" A voice came from his chair.

I just entered the house and didn't see clearly.

Ao Canghai was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound.

"Brother Xiao, when did you come back?"

Ao Canghai looked at Li Xiao sitting in his seat and said in surprise.

"I just came back and came to see you.

They said you had come to see Nian Gengyao's results, and I knew you would definitely suffer.

Not to mention, it is useful to use special operations brigade to deal with these guerrillas.

But some people are overkill and use their knives to kill chickens."

"Hmph!

This guy stole six of my tanks."

"What a trap that is, you lost to others.

But if you want to set up a special operations brigade here, it is feasible. Do you need me to tell Nian Gengyao and transfer two people from him to be your brigade captain?"

"That's great!" Upon hearing the news, Master Ao immediately became happy.

A special operations brigade does not just have good soldiers, it must have a series of training methods and talent training channels.

Mr. Ao is completely blind in this regard and doesn't know how to do it at all.

Now that the commander-in-chief is willing to transfer people from Nian Gengyao, he is naturally happy.

"Sure, I'll talk to Nian Gengyao later.

How have you been at the front these two days?"

"In front of Kursk, small-scale firefights gradually became more frequent, and it seemed that the Hebrews could no longer bear it.

The French on the southern line are laying the railway, but the Germans on the northern line are doing nothing as before."

"Laying a railway?" Li Xiao was stunned for a moment.

"Well! A small narrow-gauge railway, which does not require much manpower and material resources to lay, can greatly ease the French army's logistical supply situation.

Our air force went all out to destroy it, and they went all out to repair it.

That damn thing takes no fucking effort to repair."

“Narrow-gauge small railway, haha!

This is exactly what we thought of."

"Have you thought about getting together?"

"yes!

Xi'an Locomotive Factory also thought of this method, and it is also this kind of narrow-gauge railway.

Originally, this technology was intended to be applied in mines.

Unexpectedly, the French also thought of this trick.

This small narrow-gauge railway is not only easy to lay, but also easy to conceal.

If transported at night, it will be difficult for our air force to destroy it.

Besides, even for a dive bomber, it's not easy to blow up such a small target.

It's hard for the Air Force to deal with them!"

"Then what should we do?

Are you just looking at the French practicing this way?

Don’t stop them?”

After listening to Li Xiao's words, Master Ao asked a series of questions.

"Prevent?

If you want to stop them from doing anything, let them fix it.

After the roads were repaired, the goods from France were brought over one by one.

Did you know?

The French were actually almost exhausted, and the resources in Napoleon's hands were actually very limited.

If we fight like this for another year, French people will starve to death in droves."

"Really or not, didn't you say you would fight for two or three years?" Ao Canghai was stunned for a moment.

"The French are collapsing faster than we thought. There are less than 600,000 square kilometers and more than 50 million people crowded there.

In terms of Europe, this is also considered a big country.

Logically speaking, life should be pretty good.

But we are so exhausted that there are four to five million people on the front line inside and outside, and they are still young and strong laborers.

What about domestically?

How much manpower, material resources, and financial resources are needed to support the production army?

One-tenth, or even one-fifth, of the country's population is busy with war matters.
To be continued...