Snow Leopard: Building the Strongest Elite Group through Robbery

What kind of reason is that?

He can fight, so what's wrong with him?

"You don't understand? Let me be frank. There are more than ten divisions here. Each division is not advancing very fast. But when we come up, you advance several blocks directly. You are slapping them in the face."

Colleagues should respect each other and not stand out too much. It will not be good for you.

"People can be excellent, but they can't stand out too much. You just stay in the division headquarters, and you will be the ones fighting in the battles." Commander Yu said as he walked out of the door, came to the tank and looked around.

"This is my powerful weapon for attacking strongholds, Commander, you can't think of taking it." Zhou Weiguo knew the look in the man in front of him too well.

This was the look of someone trying to snatch something from him. He had that look at the beginning, and then half of his heavy weapons were gone.

"I just want to take a look." Commander Yu turned his head and glanced at him; "Why, you still won't let me take a look."

Zhou Weiguo didn't say anything, but his attitude was very clear: he would not give it to you.

The battalion rest area is right next to the division headquarters.

Because of the casualties in the battle, Division Commander Yu immediately transferred some troops from the rear to supplement the independent battalion.

After everything was arranged, Xiao Ye wandered to the battalion headquarters and found Zhou Weiguo. "Old Zhou, are you going to sell that tank?"

"Not for sale." Zhou Weiguo glanced at him and thought to himself.

This bastard was driven crazy by that group of people. He planned to sell me the tank that he had snatched with great difficulty.

"I'm just asking." Ono sat next to him and lit a cigarette and took a puff; "Well, give me a platoon of people."

Zhou Weiguo, who was lying on the bed, turned his head and looked at him; "What do you want me for?"

Ono pointed to the truck outside and said, "That being said, I will of course sell the seized items."

Fang Shengli was looking at a map. After hearing what he said, he turned around and asked, "How are you going to sell it?"

"Don't worry about it. I'm responsible for selling things. It's your business to rob things." Ono waved his hand. "Hurry up, give me a platoon. I'm going to sell things."

"Liu Jun." Zhou Weiguo called the second company commander who was coughing on the threshold; "Give him your platoon."

Ono walked away with a platoon.

Fang Shengli looked at Xiao Ye going away and turned to ask Zhou Weiguo, "Weiguo, where is he going to sell it?"

Zhou Weiguo lazily opened his eyes; "How would I know? Anyway, we just need to collect the money, and don't worry about the rest."

"Are we just going to stay here like this?" Fang Shengli asked, changing the subject.

Zhou Weiguo sat up and played with his pistol. "Otherwise, military orders are as heavy as a mountain. If we go out without military orders, we will violate military law. The division commander has a bad temper and hates anyone who violates military law. You want me to die."

"He just said that we can't send out our main force, but he didn't say that we can't go out alone." Fang Shengli smiled in a low voice.

Zhou Weiguo's eyes flashed with brilliance. It was indeed not said above.

However, the brilliance faded in an instant. He sighed and looked outside. "Forget it. We won't go out. There is a battalion here. If we go out, what will we do here? By the way, Xu Hu and his men have been here for a while. I don't know what they have gained."

Fang Shengli estimated the time and said, "They should be back soon, after all, they have been here for such a long time."

Pooh……

Xu Hu, who was wearing Japanese military uniform, spat viciously on the ground, and then his eyes fell on the dazzling array of goods.

And right at his feet were the bodies of four of his men.

"Xu Hu, I heard that the battalion commander and his men are here. Should we continue looting or go and meet up with the battalion commander?" Li Yarong, a member of the squad, asked while holding up a package.

Xu Hu picked up a cigarette and put it in his pocket and thought for a while; "Let's go and meet up with the battalion commander. We have almost looted everything here, and there won't be anything good to steal."

They robbed what they should rob, and also robbed what they shouldn't rob. All the looted materials were transferred to the outskirts of Shanghai.

There are many things, including gold bars, US dollars, British pounds, and many high-end things.

"Let's go back and meet up with the battalion commander first, and ask where those things are being transported." Xu Hu kicked his toes; "We should also go back to the battalion commander to do some serious work."

During this period, the squad did nothing but rob people and kill a few for fun.

It's no wonder that everyone has improved to a certain extent. At least every one of them can definitely eliminate the siege of three opponents.

Ohh Ohh ohh……

At the Shanghai Outskirts Railway Station, a military train stopped at the platform, and as the carriage doors opened, a large number of soldiers wearing earth-gray military uniforms and cloth caps emerged from inside.

The clothes worn by these soldiers were somewhat ragged, but the rifles on their backs and the straw sandals on their feet were very eye-catching.

"Deputy Director, Deputy Director, the military train is here." A platoon leader said excitedly to Ono who was sleeping on the truck.

When Ono brought his men out, he took all the looted weapons and ammunition to the place where the reinforcements got off.

He was going to sell the seized items here.

From mortars to helmets, and even stolen kerosene lighters and postcards, there is everything.

Ono turned his head to look at the soldiers who were gathering and asked, "Is that the Sichuan Army?"

"Well, from your accent, it seems so. Deputy Director, are you not going to sell it to them?"

"Bullshit." Xiao Ye replied and jumped out of the car. "I will sell to whoever pays me. I don't have to be picky about my customers when selling things."

The platoon leader shook his head. "No, Deputy Director, look at their clothes. They are not rich people."

"I say, why do you like to judge people through cracks in the door? As the saying goes, a broken boat still has three pounds of nails, let alone people."

The Sichuan Army is poor, but so what? After all, they are still the big warlords who have occupied Sichuan for so long. Even if they are poor, they must have some money.

Besides, look at the weapons they carry.

This was really too shabby. Just now he saw someone's gun bolt fall off, and the man was tying it up with something like a rope.

Using weapons like these to support the Shanghai battle is not a support at all, it is simply a suicide mission.

"What the deputy director said is true. I am short-sighted. But deputy director, how can we sell it? You can ask me to kill people and set fires, but I have never done this business."

The platoon leader was a little confused. How come he had never done this before? He didn't even plan to come. But he had to do the task assigned by the company commander.

Ono rubbed his wrist, then raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the platoon leader; "Young men, learn from me. This business is also a skill. There will be no war in the future, and at least you won't starve to death."