The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

Over here in the warehouse.

Everyone except Zhang Chi gathered outside the warehouse, and several soldiers from the guard platoon were on guard in the distance.

Xiao Qi, the orderly who was supposed to be with Zhang Chi, asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Why hasn't the commander come out yet?"

"The commander said he wants to be alone, so just let him be." Lu Daniu said nonchalantly, carrying two Bren light machine guns taken from the warehouse on his shoulders, one on each side. "The commander sometimes likes to be alone and daydream. As his orderly, you know that."

"You're worried, right?" Ma Qiu next to him whispered.

He looked at Xiaoqi's young baby face. His expression softened slightly, but a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes, as if he had traveled through the tunnel of time and saw his dead child.

If the child is still alive, he should be the same age as Xiaoqi, right?

Thinking of this, he reached out and patted Xiaoqi on the head and smiled.

He patiently explained to Xiao Qi, with a hint of helplessness and relief in his tone:

"This place is so close to Grape Town. There's at least a reinforced Japanese squadron stationed there. The commander must be thinking about how to get the treasures in this warehouse back to us."

Xiao Qi lowered his head, looked at the ground, and responded with a confused look.

As he was speaking, Zhang Chi suddenly walked out of the warehouse.

Looking at Zhang Chi who was panting and sweating profusely, everyone in the guard platoon showed a puzzled look.

"Isn't that warehouse full of John's weapons? Are there also those amazing picture albums and books from abroad?"

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Zhang Chi looked at the strange expressions of confusion and amusement on everyone's faces, and knew that he must have been misunderstood.

He shook his trembling right hand, curled his lips, and said nothing.

In fact, he had just been running frantically in the warehouse. It only took him more than ten minutes. While running, he used his right hand to touch the weapons one by one, and stuffed all the guns, ammunition, artillery trucks, tanks and other items stored in the warehouse into the system space. Now he was too tired to speak.

He just waved his hand and led everyone out of the warehouse.

Although everyone didn't understand why they left just like that, they still followed the order and surrounded Zhang Chi as they walked towards the amphibious tanks and torpedo boats docked by the river.

Seeing this, Zhang Chi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If any of these people entered the warehouse again, they would find that the warehouse had become empty in just over ten minutes.

After walking a few steps, he felt his throat was as dry as sandpaper, and Xiao Qi kindly handed him a kettle.

Zhang Chi unscrewed the lid of the kettle, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. As the cold water flowed through his throat, he finally regained the ability to speak.

He handed the empty kettle back to Xiao Qi and immediately said:

"I've already arranged the things in the warehouse. Let's go straight back. I'll notify the guys back home to come get these weapons. They'll send a boat to transport them. It's much more efficient than us carrying them over the mountain slowly."

Ma Qiu, standing opposite, frowned and asked worriedly, "Commander, this warehouse is only a few hours away from Putao Town. If the Japanese find out the defenders have lost contact, they'll definitely come to investigate. What if your family members arrive too late?"

Lu Daniu also became anxious when he heard this, and then said, "Yes, Commander, you let me, Old Lu, stay here to guard. The Japanese want to get the things in the warehouse back, but they have to step over my dead body."

Before Zhang Chi could answer, Xiao Qi's face was already tense.

Ever since Zhang Chi rescued him from the rain forest of Gaoligong Mountain and gave him a spoonful of biscuit paste when he was hungry, he regarded the commander as his savior and idol.

Now, when he heard the two people questioning the leader, his dissatisfaction immediately showed on his face.

Zhang Chi waved his hand and said indifferently:

"I spent some time hiding a few time bombs in the warehouse. If no one from home arrives before noon tomorrow, those bombs will blow up the entire warehouse, and the Japanese won't be able to get a single bullet."

Of course, the time bombs and other things were all made up by Zhang Chi. In fact, the warehouse was empty. He just wanted to take everyone back to Xinwangping Village as soon as possible, and then build a warehouse near the village to transfer the weapons from the space to the new warehouse.

Unexpectedly, when Xiao Qi heard this, he immediately revealed a smug expression, as if to say, "Look, the commander has already considered this, and you are the only ones who still question him?"

Zhang Chi couldn't help laughing as he looked at the orderly beside him, who was so proud that his thoughts were written all over his face. He was so simple that it was almost childish.

At this moment, Zhang Chi suddenly felt that all the efforts he had made, every drop of sweat and blood he had shed, were worth it after traveling to this war-torn time and space.

These child soldiers are just trying to survive in the war, but in every one of their eyes, they long to grow up in a peaceful life.

And he, Zhang Chi, this soul from a foreign land, has the mission to enable these half-grown children to survive and live in a world without war, right?

"Okay, let's all get on board and go back directly." Zhang Chi waved his hand, and the guards and Xiao Qi quickly and nimbly jumped onto the torpedo boat.

Zhang Chi turned and walked towards the amphibious tank, but his pace suddenly slowed down and he sighed.

In order not to expose his system space, this 'honest and wishful young man' has lied more times since he traveled through time than in his previous life.

Every lie he made was to cover up the weapons and supplies that appeared out of thin air, and he used the excuse that they came from the huge Zhang family behind him.

Perhaps, it’s time to contact those relatives of the Zhang family?

Especially the rumored "Rubber King of Southeast Asia", the cheap uncle who was kind to him in his previous life's memory, maybe he could give his "startup group" some angel round of start-up capital?

Just as he was thinking, Zhang Chi suddenly stopped and looked at the wreckage of the Type 95 light tanks in the distance.

"You go back first, I need to go to the bathroom." He shouted to everyone on the torpedo boat.

Then he ran towards the destroyed Japanese Type 95 light tanks in front of the warehouse.

After the torpedo boat sailed away, Zhang Chi put the three damaged and one intact Type 95 light tanks into the warehouse.

Then the system prompt sounded in his ears.

"Ding, the system has detected a damaged land combat vehicle in space and is analyzing the repair costs."

"According to analysis, the total cost of repairs is 450 Silver Lions. Would you like to repair it?"

Zhang Chi muttered to himself, "Why does it cost so much? The Type 95 Light Tank is the Japanese 1.0 light tank in the game, and even in land warfare history, it only costs 122 Silver Lions to repair it when it's completely destroyed. Is your system trying to steal my money?"

"Can it be repaired?"

This time the system did not answer Zhang Chi's question, but just asked again.

"Damn it, Xiu! I'm rich now." Although Zhang Chi was unhappy, he finally accepted his fate.

Although Zhang Chi did not think highly of the combat effectiveness of the Japanese Type 95 light tank, he felt that it would be a good idea to recycle it as a training vehicle.

Zhang Chi couldn't help laughing when he thought that his soldiers could use the Japanese tanks to practice.

Before World War II, when Gu Shuai first started armored troops training, he was still using wooden tank models.

He uses real Japanese cars for training, and the conditions are much better than those of General Gu.

"Once they're retired, these broken tanks can be converted into tractors for the villagers to plow the land, or even used as target vehicles," Zhang Chi said self-deprecatingly. "Frugality is a long-standing tradition among us Qian people."

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Not long after, when Zhang Chi returned to Xinwangping Village in an amphibious tank, he suddenly thought of something.

Xiao Dongbei was still leading the reconnaissance platoon over mountains and across rivers to reach the warehouse.

He forgot to inform them that he was withdrawing.