Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

"Commander, look! They're here! These must be the transport planes Zhang Yunhe sent to airdrop supplies!" A guard excitedly pointed to the numerous flashing lights in the sky and said to the middle-aged man beside him.

The middle-aged man turned to look at Liu Huilan beside him, "Little Liu, isn't it about time?"

Liu Huilan nodded and said, "Yes, it's almost exactly 7 o'clock. Those flying over must be transport planes, and it looks like there are quite a few of them!"

The bodyguard next to him said, "I just estimated it, and there are about 80 planes. This is the first time I've ever seen so many planes!"

Exclamations came from afar: "Look, an airdrop! An airdrop! Those look like parachutes! My God, there are so many, and they're still increasing! It's like a heavy snowfall!"

"Yes, this is the first time I've ever seen an airdrop in my life. It's such a spectacular sight!"

"Oh my god, this scene is so beautiful!"

The middle-aged man turned to the messenger and said, "Pass down the order: the surrounding troops should be on alert. The transport personnel should remain in place and wait for orders. Do not move without orders. Wait until all supplies have been airdropped before starting to transport them. Be careful when transporting them, pay attention to the landing of the goods, and take precautions to avoid being hit!"

"Yes, sir!" The communications officer saluted and ran off.

Parachutes swarmed through the air, pulling cargo along with them. The scene was spectacular and incredibly dense. As boxes of cargo landed, people on the ground had to constantly move to avoid being hit.

After circling ten times in the air, the transport formation had basically airdropped all the cargo. Zhang Yunhe received replies from all the transport planes and immediately ordered: "All planes, continue to follow me and turn back along the original route!"

People on the ground slowly came to their senses after seeing the flashing lights of airplanes disappear into the distance.

"Commander, all airdrops are complete, and all cargo has landed on the ground!" A staff officer approached and reported to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man said, "Give the order: first remove all the parachutes, then proceed with the transport, following the principle of moving the smaller items first, then the medium-sized items, and finally the larger items!"

"Yes!"

For this airdrop, the base area had organized thousands of soldiers and civilians to participate in the transport work in advance, and also brought a large number of oxen, horses, and carts, as well as many mules and donkeys.

Small items were carried by people, medium items were transported by donkeys and mules, and large items were pulled by carts.

For example, artillery pieces of various calibers can weigh thousands of kilograms each, requiring several animals to pull them. These are not so bad, as they can be pulled by animals. Then there are tanks, the lightest of which weigh several tons, and heavy tanks weigh tens of tons. If no one knows how to drive them, they simply cannot move.

Because of the large number of people and their strength, so many goods were almost all moved in less than an hour, but there were still a few big vehicles on the ground that people couldn't move at all.

"Commander, there are still 5 iron tortoises. Those things are too heavy. If no one knows how to drive them, they can't be moved at all!" the political commissar said as he walked over.

The commander frowned and said, "I don't believe it. With so many of us, we can't handle those five 'Iron Turtle' trucks. Let's think of a way to see if we can find anyone in the whole army who knows how to drive them!"

"Okay, I'll send someone to inform everyone who can drive to come over and have them all give it a try!"

They managed to find six people in the entire army who knew how to drive, and all of them were prisoners of war who had surrendered. Of these six, only one had heard a tank soldier mention how to drive a tank, but he had never actually driven one or been inside a tank.

Starting at 3 a.m., the group worked until 7 a.m. before finally managing to start one of the tanks by guessing and groping around. The rest was easy; they moved all five tanks back home in a piecemeal fashion.

Zhang Yunhe had already flown back to the airport in the western suburbs of Jiangzhou at around 10:30 p.m. that night.

After careful consideration, Zhang Yunhe decided to contact Hong Kong and order 10 B-29 bombers to replace 10 C-47s, as the entire runway and secondary runway could only accommodate that many aircraft for takeoff and landing.

At the same time, Zhang Yunhe called over the head of the communications department.

"Sir, did you call me?" A middle-aged man in a suit came to Zhang Yunhe's room.

Zhang Yunhe nodded, beckoned to him, and then took out a piece of paper and handed it to the other party, saying, "Send a telegram. This contains the Morse code numbers. Write the frequency at the end. You must do this yourself and not delegate it to anyone else. If you receive a reply, you must give me the Morse code numbers as soon as possible. Do not let anyone know or see it during the process!"

"Yes, sir!"

Zhang Yunhe decided to change the airdrop time to midnight, so that the entire process, whether flying there or flying back after the airdrop, would take place at night.

In this era, nighttime takeoffs and landings of fighter jets are too dangerous. Commander Zhou's side probably wouldn't dare to send fighter jets to track and monitor them anymore. Moreover, even if they did track and monitor them, if the other side turned against them, his transport plane squadron still had 10 B-29 super air fortresses, which had sufficient self-defense capabilities. They were no longer lambs to the slaughter.

Since the airdrop time needs to be changed, Liu Huilan needs to be notified, so a secret telegram needs to be sent.

Winter nights in the Northwest are very cold. Changing the airdrop time might force the receiving personnel at the base to endure even lower temperatures and suffer more, but there's nothing that can be done about it.

At this moment, inside the base area, the commander was studying military deployments in front of a map hanging on the wall when a communications staff officer walked in with a file rack, stood at attention, and saluted: "Report, secret telegram from radio station number 19!"

"Give it to me now!" the commander said, turning around immediately.

"Yes!"

The commander took the telegram and waved his hand: "Go ahead!"

As soon as the communications officer left, the commander immediately called out, "Xiao Li, come in here for a moment!"

Guard Li walked in, stood at attention, and saluted: "Commander!"

"Xiao Li, go to the school and find Comrade Liu Huilan. Tell her to come to me immediately!"

"Yes!"

Fifteen minutes later, Liu Huilan arrived at the headquarters with a canvas satchel slung over her shoulder.

"Xiao Liu, come quick! Mr. Zhang has sent a coded telegram. Translate it for me!" the commander called out.

"it is good!"

Liu Huilan memorized the entire codebook, took the telegram paper and began translating the telegram. She translated the entire message in just two minutes.

"Change the airdrop time to midnight?" The commander frowned.

Liu Huilan said, "Yes, I suspect it has attracted the attention of the southwest. If the airdrop time is changed to midnight, the entire airlift process will take place at night. Even if the southwest detects something through radar, they won't dare to scramble fighter jets to intercept it, since nighttime takeoffs and landings are too dangerous."

"That makes sense!" The commander nodded after hearing this, and immediately drafted a telegram himself, which he then had Liu Huilan translate into a combination of coded numbers and handed over to the communications department to send.