Seeing the radio station on the chariot calling, a group of people looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't know whether they should respond.

The little fat man took out some candy from somewhere, and after splitting the chapter with the little girl, he became happy to eat it. Knowing that the radio station was really arguing with him, he turned around and looked at it.

It is actually not difficult to make the tank move. Many ghost soldiers have learned it before, just to prevent this situation from happening now. If the tank is seized and cannot drive, it will be embarrassing.

But the radio station is not something that ordinary people can fiddle with, especially the cultural people in the ghosts. It requires a good memory to fiddle with the radio station. Memorizing the password book is not something that ordinary people can do.

Until now, there are only two people in the ghost, and they can barely use the radio station. But this is still a professional who has been carefully selected and invited by countless professionals.

Ordinary people will at most just send a code word, what numbers represent what meaning, etc. If you want to send a tight message, you must have a professional communications staff.

"Boss, why don't we turn off this radio station?" Ma Laosan asked tentatively and reached out tentatively, preparing to turn off this radio station.

The little fat man shook his head, and then suddenly asked in his eyes when everyone was puzzled:

"How do you send it on the radio station?"

"Well……"

Not only the eagle, but even the little girl didn't feel like she was looking at her brother, and she didn't understand why she was swearing at this time?

Xiao Jin also reached into his head on the roof of the car. He hated the smell inside the armored vehicle very much, so he didn't want to walk in, so he simply stood directly on the turret to patrol around.

The radio station where the Japanese called the armored troops finally responded, but after the correspondent deciphered the message, he was embarrassed for a long time and was reluctant to hand over the thing.

It was not until the Japanese squadron leader came over to ask him for it that the sender dared to hand over the paper.

Even when he handed out the information, his hands were trembling. Although his Chinese was not very good, it did not prevent him from understanding what the message meant.

The Japanese squadron leader took the telegram suspiciously. He didn't understand why the sender had this expression. I didn't sleep with your wife!

Until he finished reading the contents of the telegram, his face was cramping, the black lines on his head became denser and denser, and his whole body became colder and colder, his face turned from blue to red and then to black. Those who didn't know thought they had some disease.

The Japanese officers around him also came over to see the squadron leader's expression. At this time, they saw a large string of words written on the paper:

"Damn your god, thank you for your tank. To show your sincerity, I have left your bodies behind!"

It took a lot of effort to send such a telegram. A group of people gathered together for a long time before they could barely confirm the code. It was time to let the individual learn to send the newspaper well, otherwise it would be very troublesome to send some code words that only ghosts could understand themselves all day long.

"Boss, our transmitter doesn't seem to be good. Let him go and study again, otherwise no one will be able to understand it when sending a telegram in the future."

There are transmitters in the ghost. In the past, they specially invited others to do this job. When the transmitters heard that it was Li Feng's troops, they all came happily at first. Later, Li Feng asked him to run 30 miles on the radio, and most of them politely declined.

After finally a few people could persevere, they found that Li Feng and his group had to run more than 30 miles, and they also had to learn to fight. They often fought at night, so ordinary soldiers were not as powerful as that.

The few people who were finally found were only treated as external personnel. When the time came, they ran away quickly, for fear that Li Feng would hold them and not let go.

Originally, my sister had several friends who could do this job, but Brigade Commander Chen seemed to have shortage of people, so he directly intercepted Li Feng's Hu, which left the fat man no longer available now, so he could only carry the two swords inside the ghost back onto the radio station.

"Stop talking. I'll ask someone to go to northern Shaanxi to study hard. Let's send more people and pay more money to try to pay all the teaching costs in northern Shaanxi. If you don't believe we can't train a few good communications personnel."

Good communication personnel need to be able to shoot guns, carry radio stations and run dozens of miles, and they also need to be able to fight in harsh environments.

Damn it, this is almost as good as an all-round talent. I wonder if Li Feng would ask these people to drive tanks?

However, it is better to be rich. The universities in northern Shaanxi are short of money, and the teaching classes are definitely very lacking. If someone is willing to donate a sum of money at this time, I believe they will be very happy. As for taking a few more students, there is no problem at all. Anyway, it’s just teaching more and you don’t have to spend money on your own.

The tank soon drove back to the base, and the old sister also brought the people back to the village. When they saw a series of combat vehicles driving into the Eighth Route Army camp, the soldiers around them wanted to see what the armored vehicle looked like.

The Iron Tortoise and the others have seen it before, but the Iron Tortoise of the Japanese Gendarmerie is really impatient. Sometimes, the machine gun can get into trouble after a few times, not to mention getting a landmine.

Because few ordinary people saw tanks driving into the Eighth Route Army camp, the news has not yet been fully spread.

When Gu Jing appeared on the tank, Li Feng felt that things seemed to be a little wrong. How did she know that I stole the tank and came back?

Seeing the full equipment of Gujin wearing armored soldiers, Li Feng felt strange and couldn't help but ask:

"Can you drive a tank?"

"Yes!"

"No, when will you drive a tank?" It was the little fat man's turn to be surprised, because what Gu Jing said was to drive a tank was not just a good one, but a kind of person who could drive out to fight.

"We have learned it specifically before. Although that tank is different from the Japanese tank, it should be enough to fiddle with it for a little bit." He said that the complete person was indented into the armored vehicle. In less than a moment, Li Feng saw that the turret began to rotate, and the old gun barrel was aimed at the direction of his side.

Smack sex~

Li Feng himself did not applaud, but the big bald man on the side kept slapping his face, and he didn't know what it meant to slap.

"Congratulations to Mr. Li, this steel fortress has a suitable master!"

"What is the right master?" Li Feng was a little unhappy. I never thought of giving these tanks to Gu Jing. I had to waste half of my life before I got them back. There was no reason to give them to others.

At this time, Gu Jing opened the door cover and grabbed it, shouted the goggles directly on her forehead, limped out of the chariot, walked to the little fat man and said proudly:

"Fatty, sell me all these chariots!"
Chapter completed!