I, the director of the clothing factory, have unlimited soldiers!

Qin Hai said it quietly in his heart.

[Ding! System prizes have arrived! ]

As the system's voice sounded, outside the clothing factory, a team of soldiers suddenly formed a neat line and marched into the clothing factory.

The group of soldiers walked up to Qin Hai.

"All soldiers of the Elite Company report to you!"

"Tank Hunter Chen Lie reports to you!"

"Trench warrior Xu Wudi reports to you!"

The soldiers stood straight and saluted.

"good."

Qin Hai nodded with satisfaction and glanced at every soldier.

Except for Chen Lie and Xu Wudi, other soldiers did not bring any weapons or equipment, but each of them carried an ammunition box, which was filled with grenade launchers and rifle grenades rewarded by the system.

Look at Chen Lie again.

This tank hunter is well equipped.

First came a ghillie suit, followed by a Bosch anti-tank rifle, a Panzerfaust rocket launcher, and anti-tank grenades.

Xu Wudi's equipment is simpler, just a long scimitar for close combat, a short hammer for close combat, and a breastplate.

As for those elite veterans, although they were not wearing any equipment, they were all strong and had scars on their faces. They looked like veterans who had experienced life-and-death battles.

"These people are obviously veterans who have been through many battles. How could the brigade commander be so generous as to send so many experienced veterans to our clothing factory?"

Jiang Dashan was stunned.

Each of these veterans in front of him is an elite among elites, and they are regarded as treasures in other companies!

"Don't tell anyone about this, including the brigade commander. He took on a lot of pressure to give these people to me."

Qin Hai instructed Jiang Dashan.

"I see. I understand."

Jiang Dashan nodded vigorously to show that he understood.

After all, he was the deputy of the clothing factory. He had seen many scenes of those high-ranking officials arguing or even fighting over a few guns and a few people. How could he casually mention the affairs of these old soldiers to others?

If the secret is leaked, the entire company of veterans might not be able to stay.

"Okay, you go and arrange the production, and I'll take care of the operations."

Qin Hai ordered.

"Yes."

Jiang Dashan stood at attention and saluted, then immediately left the scene and ran to the production workshop to direct the work.

For most people in the clothing factory, they continued to work as usual and did not have to get involved in the war affairs at all.

Those technicians can't fight either.

"Sir, what is our mission?"

Just as Qin Hai was thinking, Chen Lie stepped forward and asked loudly.

"Wait a minute, let me take a look."

Qin Hai took out the information sent by Li Yunlong and looked through it carefully.

The Eighth Route Army is now short of supplies and is being hunted down and intercepted by the Japanese and puppet troops. The situation is not optimistic.

Although this elite infantry company has strong combat effectiveness, its number is limited. The small number of people on the front battlefield means that it is impossible to stabilize the defense line and it is difficult to exert combat effectiveness.

Therefore, if we want to make good use of these soldiers, we have to start with guerrilla warfare.

But guerrilla warfare cannot be fought in vain. The guns are borrowed and must be returned in the future.

Therefore, when conducting guerrilla warfare, one must also choose to attack enemies that have oil and water.

What the Eighth Route Army lacks most now is medicine, so they have to target those enemies who have medicine.

"An enemy with medicines..."

Qin Hai muttered these words, reading the intelligence over and over again, and finally found a piece of information.

There is a medical clinic in Lao Liu Village, which contains many wounded and sick Japanese soldiers. Every month, a convoy comes to supply medicines to the clinic.

"The supply convoy of Lao Liuzhuang Medical Center... this is feasible. If we can get some medicines and allocate some weapons and equipment to me, it should be no problem."

Qin Hai made up his mind, collected the intelligence sheet, and then said to the soldiers: "Every month, a medicine supply team arrives at Lao Liuzhuang. Our target is that supply team."

"Yes!"

The soldiers responded in unison.

"Chen Lie."

Qin Hai looked at Chen Lie, who was wearing camouflage clothes, and ordered: "Go to Lao Liuzhuang to investigate the main road these days. If you find any signs of a convoy passing by, be sure to report it immediately."

"Yes."

Chen Lie stood at attention, saluted, then turned and left.

The rest of the people stayed in the clothing factory with Qin Hai, waiting for news from Chen Lie.

……

three days later.

late at night.

Qin Hai was resting when the door was suddenly pushed open. Chen Lie, panting, pointed outside and shouted, "The convoy is coming! I set a trap and punctured their tires. Now the convoy is parked on the road."

"here you go!"

Qin Hai's sleepiness was swept away by the new news. He quickly got up, dressed, assembled a hundred soldiers, picked up guns, took bullets, and followed Chen Lie to Lao Liuzhuang.

……

On the main road of Lao Liuzhuang.

"idiot!"

"Who buried nails on this road? Are the garrison troops of Lao Liu Village blind? Why don't they come out to repair the road?!"

A soldier wearing a squad leader's badge cursed angrily.

At this moment, the entire supply convoy was stopped on the road, waiting for the engineers to pull out the nails and repair the tires.

But such a seemingly simple thing took half an hour.

"Taijun, could it be that the Eighth Route Army has set up an ambush here?"

An interpreter stepped forward nervously and asked.

"Idiot, if we were ambushed we would have been shot to pieces. How can you still be alive and talking now?"

The team leader scolded.

Hearing this, the interpreter quickly responded.

But he always felt that the Eighth Route Army had many tricks up their sleeves, and maybe the current calm was just the calm before the storm?

Although he was panicked, the translator was only worried that he would be killed by a bullet flying from nowhere. He was not worried about whether the entire supply convoy would be destroyed.

Because medicines were extremely valuable, the supply convoy was equipped not only with infantry and several military trucks, but also with two armored vehicles and a light tank escorting it.

With this kind of firepower configuration, not to mention the Eighth Route Army which lacks heavy weapons, even the well-equipped Americans would have no chance of capturing the convoy.

Except for the panicked translator, no one else in the team was alert.

In a ditch hundreds of meters away from the road, more than a hundred people advanced quickly under the cover of night, crossing the ditch silently until they approached the nearest part of the convoy.

"Oh, light tanks, armored vehicles...are they here to protect the ammunition or to escort the Japanese emperor?"

Qin Hai felt helpless when he saw the firepower configuration of the supply team.

But if you think about it carefully, it makes sense.

After all, medicines are different from weapons. They are strategic materials. Once lost, they are difficult to replenish. The wounded without medicines can only wait to die. Therefore, the protection of medicines has always been the most stringent.

But being this strict is a bit too strict.

"Chen Lie, can you handle the armored vehicles and light tanks?"

Qin Hai looked at Chen Lie and asked.

"The enemy's armored vehicles are like tin cans, and the armor of their light tanks is not thick either. The Bofors anti-tank rifle in my hand can easily penetrate them, but I cannot guarantee that I can do so immediately. I need cover and support."

Chen Lie said calmly.

"no problem."

Qin Hai nodded and looked at everyone: "Do you have any ideas?"